Woot! My first Gokusen fanfic! First off, updates may be pretty random (highschool, what you gonna do?) and if I ever go a period of a month without updating, just send me a PM telling me to update. Seriously, spam my inbox, it's my motivation (no sarcasm intended here). I'll try to update once every 1 to 2 weeks.

Summary: When a mysterious young woman with a dark past re-enters the life of one Yamaguchi Kumiko, things begin to get interesting in the lives of her past and current students, as well as in her own. Warning: mention of rape (no details/description), discussion of abuse, maybe an OC death. Told mainly from the point of my OC. Based on the drama.

Disclaimer: Even though I've been wishing for it for Christmas for years, I still cannot call Gokusen my own. I do, however, own the plot of this FANFICTION, and any original characters/situations have come straight from my twisted, Gokusen-obsessed brain.

Enjoy!


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The class of 3D at Akado High School first noticed that something was up with their homeroom teacher on a Wednesday, about a week after the situation with Honjo and his dad's tofu shop had been resolved. She had come in the classroom that morning wearing her usual track suit and glasses, her hair in her usual pigtails. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

Their homeroom/math teacher had then proceeded to take attendance. This was when the little red flags began to pop up. Normally, when one of their classmates was absent for roll call, their teacher (a.k.a. Yankumi) would begin to question everyone in the class out of concern. Therefore, when Yankumi called Kazama Ren's name and said student wasn't in the classroom, 3D waited for the inevitable inquiries of his whereabouts. That was when the class of delinquents received their first shock. Their teacher merely looked up from the roster, glanced around, and commented, "Oh? Kazama's not here?" in a questioning tone before finishing calling roll and sitting at her desk.

While the class was debating on whether or not to comment on their teacher's behavior, the student in question opened the classroom door and walked in, his face covered in bruises and bandages. "Yankumi, sorry I'm late," Ren said before making his way to his normal seat. Yankumi looked up from her desk, shifting her gaze to Ren, and the class held its collective breath as they waited for the freak-out that normally would occur in situations such as these. After all, everyone in 3D knew that although there were many things that got on their teacher's nerves, two things she couldn't stand were missing/being late to her class and getting into fights this close to graduation and therefore running the risk of being expelled. This was when the class got their second shock of the day. Yankumi, her face completely neutral, merely stated, "Just try to not be late next time. And you should probably go and see a doctor after school," before once again focusing on whatever was on her desk. The class, stunned, stared in silence until the period was over.

Finally it was the last period of the day, which meant time for another class period with Yankumi. Now, normally their teacher would try to get the entire class participating in her math lesson while at the same time attempting to make it fun, and would always hold them until the bell. Today was different. Yankumi wordlessly came in and sat at her desk, proceeding to stare off into space. After about five minutes of waiting for her to start class, Satoru spoke up. "Um, Yankumi–"

He was interrupted by a ringtone, one from Yankumi's phone to be precise. Without looking at the called ID, she answered the phone. "Mushi mushi?" she greeted, her expression still dazed. Suddenly her expression morphed into one of shock as she stood up so fast that her chair toppled over. "WHAT?" Yankumi exclaimed, startling the class. "What do you mean you're already here?" By now, of course, the entire class was silent and eyeing a distressed Yankumi. "But– wait, what do you mean, meet up? But I have class and– FINE! I'll be there in ten minutes." She hung up the phone and looked at her class. "Guys, I have to go meet someone. Self-study today, okay?" Without waiting for a response she bolted from the room.

There was silence and then–

"Did Yankumi just…?"

"It has to be a guy to be that important."

"I can't believe that she left us for a man."

"YANKUMI HAS A MAN?"

In a coffee shop about a mile from the school there sat a young, eighteen year-old girl sipping her water. She turned in her seat at her table by the window and gazed outside at the city, watching people bustling past. "I'm back."