Title:
Lost and Found
Author:
Fucked if I Know
Characters:
Yankumi, Shin, Uchi, Noda, Kuma, Minami, OC, Various others
Rating:
Teen, for language and violence.
Spoilers:
Gokusen Live Action Drama Season One
Summary:
When Yamaguchi Kumiko took on the task of molding the class of 3-D, she was expecting to have a few rotten eggs. What she got instead was a crowd of rowdy, delinquents, with no actual direction in life. She takes on the task of shaping these teens up, showing them that in this world friends are a necessity, life's not easy, and that no one's opinions matter but those who care about you. Of course, she was not expecting to deal with the new kid. His attitude is twice as bad, and his mouth is little more than reckless. He seems to give not only her, but the entire faculty the cold shoulder, but he also manages to nip out of trouble whether involved or not. What secrets are he hiding from not only her, but all of 3-D?
Disclaimer:
All recognizable material (characters/concepts/etc.) belongs to the copyright holder(s) of said material. I don't make money from writing fanfiction and don't claim to own any of the copyrighted material. Violation/infringement of copyrighted works is not intended. Original characters and some of the plot are all that I own.
Chapter One
"Nii-chan!" A high pitched voice called impatiently from somewhere in the modest, two bedroom apartment. "Hurry up, or you'll be late!"
A teen stood before the mirror situated in his room, a frown marring his features as his eyebrows furrowed contemplatively. It was difficult for him to determine whether or not this was the right decision, him going back to school. He knew though, that if he didn't graduate there was no way he could take care of him the way he wanted to. With a diploma he'd be one step closer to giving his companion everything he wanted as well as everything he needed.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'." He replied softly several moments, a smile tugging at his lips as he made his way out of his bedroom.
"Fujiyama-sensei will teach English and take charge of class 3-C." Headteacher announced to the members of the faculty, motioning towards a tall young woman in her early twenties with reddish brown hair and a bright smile, charming smile.
"Ganbarimasu!" I'll do my best. She bowed her head, a polite smile painted on her ruby colored lips.
The group of male teachers stared at her in a daze, before they pulled themselves together and gave her a round of applause.
"And Yamaguchi-sensei will teach Math and be in charge of 3-D." Headteacher went on to explain the presence of the much shorter, and slightly less attractive woman whose hair was pulled into two low pigtails, glasses situated on the bridge of her nose.
She stepped forward, a nervous smile on her lips, and bowed. "Ganbarimasu!"
"Huh?" Iwamoto-sensei blinked, tilting his head to show his confusion as Yamaguchi-sensei straightened.
"3-D? Are you serious?" Washio-sensei gaped, looking up at Head Teacher with disbelieving eyes.
"I thought it was a joke at first, but that's what the principal decided." Headteacher told the group sternly, voice just as stern and brisk as always.
"What is he thinking?" Iwamoto-sensei murmured to himself.
"Probably not thinking at all." Oyama-sensei declared, not looking at the others. Instead, he was cooing at the cage he held in his arms, focused small rodent confined within.
"That's probably the case." Kawashima-sensei muttered just loud enough for the others to hear.
"It's like throwing a porker into lion's cage." Ando-sensei commented. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, feeling a twinge of pity for the woman. He knew how rude, loud, obnoxious, and abrasive that bunch were and he didn't think that he would be able to face them for more then once a day. The very thought was absurd.
"Porker?" Yamaguchi-sensei repeated, blinking.
"Well then, who else would like to take 3-D?" Headteacher pressed, stepping forward and eyeing all of the faculty members knowing that none would step forward. The group of adults turned to the person stood beside them, attempting to look busy. "Well the, thank you very much, everyone."
"Thank you~."The faculty members replied, each of them turning back to their own desk to gather the necessary items they needed to get them through the day and then leaving the meeting room.
"Okay, change into your jersey and sneakers." Washio-sensei told the two newcomers.
"Jersey and sneakers?" Yamaguchi-sensei repeated once more, this time hesitant to hear the answer.
"Dressed like that you won't be able to run away in the face of danger." Kawashima-sensei informed the two, noticing the confused looks they sent one another.
"Run away?" Fujiyama-sensei blinked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Why?"
"With the school's 30th anniversary approaching ..." Headteacher began, addressing the rowdy group, "our school, with its proud tradition and history has decided for the first time..."
Behind the curtain, Yamaguchi-sensei sat dressed in a red and white jersey set, white sneakers adorning her feet. Her form was slightly hunched, as opposed to Fujiyama-sensei who sat poised in her white jacket and dress set. "Why didn't you change your clothes?" She questioned, eyebrows furrowing.
"I could never get into such tacky clothes." Was the woman's haughty reply.
"Well then, I will now introduce the new teachers." Head Teacher voice continued, arms folded behind his back. "This is Fujiyama-sensei."
Said woman stood from her seated position, and made her way to the stage. She smirked, noting the way several pairs of eyes trailed longingly after her form. There were even a few students with wide eyes and gaping mouths. "I'm Fujiyama Shizuka. Twenty-five years old. Incidentally, I'm single."
"Shizuka-chan~!" One of the boys in the crowd chimed giddily.
"Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." Pleased to meet you.
The boys applauded, most of them happy to have a teacher as attractive as Fujiyama-sensei.
"I keep a strict classroom. Be prepared!"
"That makes me feel better." Yamaguchi-sensei muttered to herself, noting how enthusiastic the students sounded after having met Fujiyama-sensei.
"Next, Yamaguchi-sensei." Head Teacher murmured into the microphone.
"All right." The pigtailed woman said to herself as she stood up and made her way towards the stage.
Instantly the cheers died down, and the dreamy smiles slipped off of the teens faces as they watched the tracksuit clad women situate herself at the microphone.
"Everyone!" She began, her voice strong and unwavering. "You are my first students and are important to me. This precious meeting..."
"Who the heck are you?" A student from the crowd called out, interrupting her speech.
"Go away!"
"Go away?" Yamaguchi-sensei recounted slowly.
"She's a dork."
"And she's flat-chested."
Feeling a bit self-conscious Yamaguchi-sensei looked down at chest. She cleared her throat resolutely, continuing on with the speech she had prepared in hopes for this moment."So this precious meeting..."
"Go home!"
"Go home...?" Yamaguchi-sensei echoed, eyebrows furrowing.
"Go home! Go home! Go home!" The students began chanting, clapping their hands along with the words.
"Why?" Yamaguchi-sensei breathed, noticing that the chants grew louder and more pronounced as the minutes ticked by.
The gymnasium door opened and immediately all eyes focused on the figure that stood basked in the bright light of the outside world.
A young man stood, rubbing his neck for a moment before he stretched his arms above his head and yawning loudly. His hair was messy, and flipped back slightly to reveal the partial dyed, blonde underside. His eyes were droopy, looking as though he could fall asleep at any given moment.
After a few moments of silence he began to move. As he made his way through the crowd all the students parted, giving him enough room to pass by them without having to shove anyone out of his way. With no delays he made his way to his group of friends that stood at the very edge of the crowd. His friends greeted him with slight enthusiasm.
"Who is that?" Yamaguchi-sensei murmured to herself, as she observed the way everyone had regarded the teen with respect and slight fear. The two made eye contact for a brief moment, before the boy looked away uninterested.
"And last, but not least may I introduce our new transfer student, Irie Shuuichirou." Headteacher announced, moving Yamaguchi-sensei out of the way none too gently with a slight flourish. Where there should have been another figure there was nothing but an empty space. The Headteacher gave a twitch at that. He turned back to the students with a tight smile, "One moment."
Then he was gone, disappearing behind the ornate curtains with a huff, his loud footsteps echoing throughout the auditorium. The students shifted restlessly from foot to foot, ready to get the day started or in some cases slack off. He returned only a few moment's later dragging a scowling, lanky figured teen with him.
The teen had a head full of bright red colored locks layered atop his head messily. His bangs lay across his forehead, sloping downwards and falling into his right eye and Yamaguchi-sensei couldn't help but notice the way the bright coloring made the teen's skin tone seem pallid in comparison to the group situated before the stage. The jacket of his uniform was open, revealing a crisp white button-up shirt that clung to his torso, and he wore a pair of patent uniform pants that seemed as if they a size too small, though somehow they still managed to hang off of his slim hips and reveal the band of his Joe Boxer underwear.
"Don't touch me!" The teen sneered, ripping his arm out of the Headteacher's vice like grip. His hazel orbs were bright with some unknown emotion as he spoke to the older male impetuously, "I can walk on my own, I'm not some paraplegic."
Headteacher hissed at the audacity of the teen, before turning to address the other students spread out before him. "He too will be joining 3-D. Kare o yoku atsukatte kudasai." Please treat him well.
Yamaguchi-sensei made her way towards the basement level where she had been told she would be able to locate her homeroom class, her steps were slightly hesitant after how the teens had reacted to her presence in the gymnasium.
When she reached the door, she turned away from it for a brief moment to whisper words of encouragement to herself, "Fight-oh! Go!"
"The hell are you doin'?" A male voice asked gruffly, startling the female.
The woman turned, her brown orbs alighting upon the figure of the bright locked teen. "Ah, Irie-kun! I was just...preparing myself. This is my first, real class and I'm just a bit nervous."
"Tch. I didn't ask for your life story." The boy scoffed, brushing past her and moving towards the door. He slid the door open with a flourish, resulting in a loud bang that silenced the class for a brief moment. He stood at the front of the classroom and addressed the rowdy group. "I hate hearing things get repeated, but I'm almost certain that no one was paying that old geezer any attention." This comment garnered him a bit of laughter, sparse as it was. " The name's Irie Shuuichirou, Irie-san to you." He stated, voice monotone. "Don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours." There was the sound of footsteps, and the woman took it to mean that the redhead had taken his seat.
Yamaguchi-sensei fumed silently after the boy. She wasn't at all used to this kind of treatment. First from the teens in the auditorium, and then the newcomer who seemed to be in a permanent kind of funk. Just what was she getting herself into by accepting this position?
By the time Yamaguchi-sensei entered the room, Shuuichirou had already managed to acquire a seat the back of the room, a little off from the group of four surrounding a sleeping teen. She steadied herself, taking a deep breath and approached the podium.
Once again the classroom had come to a halt, all eyes focused on the second newcomer. She cleared her throat and then began in an almost hesitant voice, "Eto..." Um. "I would like to re-introduce myself." She began, slightly hesitant. In response, the class went back to the conversations they had previously abandoned, seeming to lose interest in the woman as quick as lightning. "Minna ga shizuka ni shite"." Everyone be quiet.
The class continued on, ignoring her.
"Now, now, be quiet, please." She sighed, before deciding that raising her voice was probably the best course of action. "Be quiet!"
"You be quiet!" Kumai Teruo, a big boy -in both stature and weight-, retorted as he made his way to the front. He stopped in front the podium the female was situated behind. His hair shaved low and dyed a bright blonde resulted in him looking like one of those typical delinquents. "We're having an important conversation here."
"Important conversation?" She repeated, not believing a word from the teen's mouth.
Kumai grabbed her shirt, yanking her forward so that the two were eye to eye. "None of your business! Keep being nosy and I'll mess you up!"
"Yeah! Kuma!" The group closest to Shuuichirou cheered noisily, rousing the napping teen from his slumber..
"Beat her up!*" Uchi chanted.
"Beat her up! " Minami Youichi joined in, banging his drum sticks on the desk. His hair was a light brown, reddish in tint and reaching just above his shoulders in layers and flipping upwards at the ends.
"Beat her up! " Noda Takeshi also joined in, clapping his hands. His hair was also brown, darker in color than Minami's and cut short, it sat messily atop his head. The rest of the class joined in as well, causing the level of noise to rise.
"Got it?" Kuma asked haughtily, pushing the bespectacled woman away. "Don't boss us around." He told the woman, slamming an open palm on the surface of the podium.
The previously sleeping teen eyed the scene with disinterest, yawned, and then rested his head on his folded arms once more. He was back to basking in his dream world in mere moments, snoring softly.
The rest of the class cheered, proud that Kuma had defied the teacher easily.
Instead of backing down, Yamaguchi-sensei squared her shoulders and began again. "Eto...once again, I'm introducing myself. My name is..." Then she turned towards the board, picked up a piece of chalk and began to spell her name out in Kanji. "Yamaguchi." She paused as a paper airplane hit the board, right next to her face. "Yamaguchi Kumiko." She ignored the feeling of paper balls hitting her back. "Twenty-three years old. Incidentally..." She went on, not noticing that Kumai had picked up a baseball and was preparing to throw it at her.
Apparently the dozing teen hadn't really been sleeping. He sat up, curious about the snickers that dance around in his ears, and eyed the scene with semi-wide eyes.
"...this won't end well at all." Shuuichirou muttered to himself, garnering a brief amount of attention from the teen sat beside him.
The ball sliced through the air easily, everyone watching with bated breath, waiting for impact.
No-one could process what happened next. One minute the ball was centimeters from slamming into the back of the females head and the next it was grasped tightly in her hand. The teens gaped at the image before their eyes with wide eyes.
"Oh, no." She murmured, turning to address the class. Her brown orbs flitted towards the sphere grasped in her hands to the students sat before her. "Isn't this a baseball? Who threw it? It's dangerous." She rambled, trying to persuade them into thinking that she'd gotten lucky with catching the ball.
"That was just coincidence." Uchi grumbled, tilting his head back to look at Kuma, who was reseating himself.
"You're slow." Minami murmured, turning on the desk to face his companions.
"Should've noticed sooner. Idiot." Noda stated, causing the group to laugh.
Shuuichirou cupped his chin, his narrowed hazel orbs took in the teachers form as though he were analyzing every bit of information about her.
The teen, who just so happened to be the closest to Shuuichirou had his gaze riveted on the female as well, curious about her ability and not in the least bit fooled by her act. His name was Sawada Shin, the 'leader' of 3-D.
Yamaguchi turned back towards the board, finishing up her introduction. "Yamaguchi Kumiko. Twenty-three. Single. Nice to meet you." She drew a heart around the information, then she turned towards the class again only to discover that everyone was gone. "They're gone..."
A/N:So here is the new and revised version of 'Words Left Unspoken'. For some reason I wasn't really happy with the character and where it was going. This story is a bit different in regards to the new kid's personality. He's cold, I know, kind of assholish. I felt that this would be a better fit to where I want this to end. It makes more sense to me with this guy, and I feel it's not as forced as with Ryuuiji as much as I loved the guy.
As you can see I changed a few things. I got the idea from Rynn, author of 'Counting the Differences',that it'd be much simpler to have the definition for the Japanese vocabulary/words in English right next to them and it actually works. So thanks for that.
I do plan on actually responding to all reviews in the story at the bottom, if only because I feel that it would be better for me to do so.
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