Somewhere in Inokashira Park, three male figures were laughing at their victory for that day.
"Well, that went well," one of the boys who had blackmailed Ranma said.
"Yeah," the second boy said. "Did you see the look on his face? Heh, Onizuka will have no choice. He is going to pay up the 800,000, or else, there goes his career!"
"So, we divide the 800,000 equally, right?" the third one asked. "That would give us 200,000 each if we share with Nanako!"
"Hahaha! We are rich again boys!" the second boy said.
A faint sound of a motorcycle engine was heard, and the boys jerked their heads as they saw a lone person riding a bike, going towards them. They gritted their teeth. Quickly grabbing a few pipes and a few weapons of their choice, they faced the lone rider.
"HEY! ASSHOLE!" the first boy shouted, raising his weapon. "YOU WANT A PEICE OF US?!"
Maybe he should not have said it, as the sounds of engines suddenly roared louder around them, and innumerable bikes and gang members seem to come out of nowhere. The three boys looked around themselves nervously, as the gangsters seem to stare at them with a neutral expression. In their right, left, behind, and in front of them, the boys found themselves surrounded.
Contemplating what might happen, or their options, the boys stared as more sounds came in. In the low lighting, they would never see how many they were up against. After a few minutes,the crowd in front of the three boys began to split into two, like the Red Sea of the Old Testament. The boys swallowed as they saw a shadowed figure walking towards them. The leader of the gang...
Akira, in her full battle gear, had a mask of pure cold rage inside of her, as the images of a broken Ranma came to her mind again. Not shown outside was the eyes, which would have made Soun's Demon Head a puppy. It was the eyes of deadly and swift promise.
Her battle gear didn't go unnoticed though, as the three boys suddenly went wide eye. The dark leather clothes, skull helmet, and spiked shoulder pads... It was the same thing that many people try to describe one person.
"It's... Akira 'The Kung-Fu Rider' Kazama!" one of the boys whispered hoarsely. "The brother of Daigo Kazama!"
The name was a name every gang member in Japan had learned to fear and respect. If the person in front of them was Daigo's brother... they shivered.
The scene freezes as the boys stood there fearfully in front of Akira...
GTO: Great Teacher Onizuka Ranma
Lesson 1b: Teachers and Students are Humans
"What do we have here?" Akira asked coldly. "Some bunch of low-lives who think they can trespass in our territory..."
The boys were on the floor, unable to speak due to fear. Akira's reputation... precedes her. "We... we... we're sorr..."
Akira raised her arm, her mouth forming a very viscous scowl. "SORRY?!" A picture of Ranma once again appeared in her head... "You will have to better than that," she said coldly, and with that, struck the boy who had spoken to her hard. With a yelp, the boy flew backwards, and hitting the ground hard.
His two friends went to their fallen friend, to check if he was all right. The latter was okay... shaken a bit, and blood visible on the lips, but otherwise, it was nothing permanent.
"Please forgive us for insulting you..." one of them begged. "We didn't know this place was your territory!"
Akira laughed. It was a laugh that rang around the park lowering the temperature in the cool night air. "You think that we are here because you were trespassing? IDIOT! This park is one of the buffer zones of territory! No one owns this!"
"Th-then why are you hurting us...?!" the second one was cut off as one of the gang members punched him hard in the stomach. "OW!"
Akira jerked her head towards the person who punched the boy. The man felt her glare, and bowed his head.
"I'm sorry, Kazama-sama..." the man muttered.
"Next time, ask permission before you strike them," Akira said neutrally. She jerked her head towards the boys. "They are mine..." and this time, she said it coldly.
"Please, what have we done to suffer the wrath of the Kazamas?!" one of the boys was on their knees, pleading. Akira didn't answer, as she raised her arm again, to strike the boy kowtowing her. The boy flinched back, looking fearfully at the tinted glass of Akira's helmet. She was about to strike when someone behind her suddenly shouted behind her.
"Hey, stop right the-!" "AGH!" "You little punk, I'll-!"
Akira lowered her arm and looked behind her. Her eyes widened, as she saw Ranma walking towards her.
Ranma had removed his proper suit he wore for that whole day, and donned a red shirt buttoned up, and jeans with white rubber shoes. On his mouth, a lit cigarette
One person in Akira's gang lunged towards Ranma, intent of knocking the insane person going against them. Ranma raised his right eyebrows a bit, and ducked the punch going towards him, and with a simple motion, his foot lashed out, hitting the man in the chin, knocking him out.
Others began to back away from Ranma, no doubt planning to charge towards him. Akira rushed towards Ranma before anyone could move, and faced the whole mob. "STOP IT! Don't you idiots recognize him?!"
The men looked at their 'Big Brother' Akira for a while. They had a blank face.
Akira groaned silently at their ignorance. When did gang members of the place become so ignorant of their leaders? "This is Onizuka Ranma, the Feared Oni Stallion, the right hand of my brother!" The gang members looked at each other, and one by one, they hit their own palms as they finally realized who Ranma was. Then, they suddenly acted even more dramatically as the whole name of Ranma sunk in their minds.
"THE MAN WHO WAS ABLE TO BEAT DAIGO-SAMA WHEN HE WAS BRAINWASHED BY HYO IMAWANO??!" one of the gang members shouted.
"Kami-sama! ITS HIM!" another one shouted, and began to kneel down. "We... we are so sorry Oni-Ranma-sama! We didn't recognize you!"
The other men also came down to their knees, bowing down their head a bit, seemingly really sorry for not recognizing him, and attacking him. The three boys there stood there in shock as they heard what was going on. Their teacher... Onizuka was THE 'Oni Stallion'?!!
"T-the... legendary Oni Stallion?! Onizuka?!" one of the boys said.
Ranma smiled sheepishly as the gang members bowed towards him. "Hey, get up now, guys... I'm not some god, you know... Come on, guys, stand up..."
"We don't deserve your presence, after we have so blindly attacked you," one of the kneeling men said.
Ranma growled. "If you don't want to anger me, you guys better stand up, or else...!" Ranma didn't need to finish his sentence as the men, like a flash of light, stood up again, nervously looking at Ranma. Ranma sighed with relief. "Sigh, I hate power sometimes..." he said softly to Akira.
Akira looked at Ranma, her face and eyes still covered by the helmet. "Ranma, what are you doing here?"
"I went to your room after I... well, after I had an intermission," Ranma began uncomfortably, "I went to your room to tell you I was okay, then I saw you had changed your gear and I knew what you were up to." Looking at the boys, he asked neutrally, "Have you hurt them?"
"We were just starting," Akira replied in the same tone. "We just roughed them up a bit. Nothing serious."
Ranma gave a disarming yet very handsome smile to his friend, which made her feel so very lucky the helmet was not transparent as a blush formed in her face. "That's good... not perfect, but good enough..." he said. The three pathetic boys saw their teacher smile, and felt relieved. They stood up, running towards Ranma.
"Onizuka-sensei!" "Sensei!" "Sensei!"
Ranma grabbed a narrow bandanna from his pocket, and with a quick motion, tied it on his head, and glared at the three students running foolishly towards him. "Those assholes are MINE!"
The students looked like someone bit them somewhere dark and tender, as they watched the whole gang surround them, with their Onizuka-sensei coming towards them with a cold glare.
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Ranma drank his hot tea slowly, smiling at the man who was able to mix such a wonderful brew. The man smiled, and bowed towards Ranma.
"Hey, no need to thank me, man," Ranma replied, giving his own bow. "Thank you, for giving me a taste of that wonderful brew of yours." The man was flabbergasted, as his superior was bowing towards him. A slow blush of embarrassment was seen in his face as he went back to his position.
Looking back at his watch, he sighed. Giving a hand signal, a group of muscled men pulled down a rope, which raised up the newly beaten up students from the Inokashira Lake.
Ranma went very easy on the boys, as he didn't use his full strength when he punched their light out. After a few pitiful seconds, the three boys were from a screaming banshee mode, begging forgiveness, to being knocked to la-la land. Ranma had to sigh. The boys were really pathetic. He didn't use his full strength, he didn't hit them anywhere to justify a KO, and worse, it lasted only 15 seconds!
With his own hand, he used some rope, tied their feet together, and to the whole gang's shock, threw the three boys over a branch, towards the lake, not even breaking a sweat. The three boys were driven to consciousness when Ranma had shoved them to the lake.
Now, after a session of dunked and raised, the three students were already crying, desperate for their punishment to stop.
"Oni... Onizuka-sensei... please don't kill us!" one of them begged.
"Yes! Please forgive us!" another one called.
Ranma gave a small snort. "I ain't gonna kill some assholes like you... not until we make you into punching bags, give you some tan with boiling oil, and other shit I can come up with."
The three shivered in fear as the tone of Ranma was not a joking one. "Y... you can't do this to us! You are our teacher!"
Ranma glared at the boys. "Teacher this, teacher that! Why are you all kissing my ass right now, huh?! YOU THINK THAT CALLING ME SENSEI, AND ACTING ALL GOOD AND PHOEY IS GOING TO CREATE PITY OUT OF ME?! LET ME TELL YOU, ASSHOLES! TEACHERS ARE HUMANS TOO, AND WHEN THEY SNAP, THEY SNAP, JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE." Looking at the gang members holding the rope, he motioned them to let it go again, making the boys taste the waters again.
Ranma took a deep breath, as he continued to drink his tea, pausing a bit. After a few seconds, he nodded, and the men raised the boys up again.
The boys coughed out water they swallowed when they were dunked down. They looked at their sensei, who know seemed to be relaxing. Untying the thin bandana around his head, Ranma stared at it for a moment. "You know..."
The boys looked at their sensei, who now was in the process of lighting up a cig.
"You know, why don't we just cut all the crap," Ranma said softly, yet audibly. "Cut the crap, and bring down the wall that separates the teachers and students. Inside, we are all humans. We get hurt, we have problems..." Looking up in the sky, Ranma sighed, emotion very evident in his eyes. "It makes me wish that everyone would know what my mom once said. She said every human being is responsible for himself. He should not depend on others, only depend on himself, especially when he can do so. In other words, why ask another person to wipe your own ass, when you can do so easily?"
"Sensei..."
"But thanks TO YOU ASSHOLES, MY CHANCES OF BECOMING A TEACHER IS GONE!" Ranma shouted, tying the band back to his head. "YOU PATHETIC IDIOTS ARE GOING TO HELL FOR THAT!"
"AAAAUUUGGGHHH!" was the all the three boys could shout as they were dunked once again...
= + | Restaurant | + =
Ranma was sunken on the table, his hand with a half-full pint of beer. In front of him was Akira, her helmet removed. They stayed silent for a long moment. It wasn't until the waitress came back to them, asking if they were willing to order more, when Ranma started a conversation.
"I think I did too much," Ranma replied.
"We are not done yet," Akira replied. "We still have that girl you fancy, the one that betrayed you to take care off." Ranma blinked.
"Huh? Girl I fancy?" Ranma asked.
Akira growled softly. She didn't like being played a fool of, even if it was Ranma. "Ranma, I really don't care how you met her," Or what about her you found so attractive, and not notice me! Akira silently added. "That girl who was part of the blackmail. She doesn't like you, okay? There should be no regret. She has to pay."
"Nanako?" Ranma asked, very surprised. "Who said I liked her?"
Akira twitched. "Ranma, you were crying about her betraying you just a few hours ago!"
Ranma looked blank again, trying to understand what Akira was trying to say. Then it hit him... "Wait a minute...! You think me and Nanako are..." Ranma sniffled his giggle, but a small snort escaped his nose. He went and turned to a full-blown laughter.
"Alright, what is so funny?" Akira demanded.
"What gave you an idea that Nanako and me were an... item?" Ranma laughed a bit.
"You said she betrayed you, and were crying about it!" Akira replied.
Ranma stopped laughing, and his eyes narrowed a bit as the memory came back to him. "Nah, I wasn't talking about Nanako. It was someone... from my past..." Ranma closed his eyes. "She said something which reminded me of someone I... loved."
"Oh..." Akira replied, a bit embarrassed. Oh... man! I really thought Ranma had fallen in love with that... bitch! Akira looked at Ranma, who was now drinking. Oh, what will I do when he asks why I am feeling so worked up over this stupid teenager? Akira's mind played some very embarrassing situations in her head. She prayed silently that Ranma won't have the idea of her jealous... at least, not yet. Sure, she liked him a lot, but still, it was embarrassing to admit it.
"And it won't matter anymore," Ranma began softly, making Akira look at him again. "I just beat up my students. Can you imagine what everyone will say? I will be fired for sure."
Akira snorted. "I don't know why you care so much, Ranma. Those assholes deserved what they had coming."
"Akira, that is so easy for you to say," Ranma replied quietly. "You were able to graduate with a degree in a specialized course, and became what you wanted, earning a very good income. Me, on the other hand, have nothing else to offer."
"Why become a teacher?" Akira asked, knowing full well the answer. It was the same answer Akira had grown up with Ranma.
"I want to be a teacher to make a difference," Ranma replied. "Like Daigo-san, his memory would live forever as he changed the whole school. I want to do something as well."
Akira sighed. Yup, she was right. The answer was the same thing, over and over again. Emptying her own glass of Oolong tea, she looked at Ranma. "So... what are you going to do?"
"What else? Face it like a man," Ranma replied.
= + | Next Day, School | + =
Ranma sighed, as he looked at the school gate. It might be the last time he would see it, and stared at it longer than necessary. He sighed after a moment, and entered the school slowly.
Akira had lent him her bike, making him swear that nothing will happen to it, as it was her favorite. When asked, Akira reasoned she'd be very busy as she would be building a customized car [see Lesson 1a].
Ranma sighed again, as he slowed his bike down, and secured it to the ground. Turning the engine off, Ranma slowly slid of the bike, and removed his protective helmet...
"AH-TEN-SHON!" someone suddenly shouted, surprising Ranma as he automatically went on a defensive stance. To Ranma's surprise, the source of the voice came from a group of boys in his class, all of them standing straight like they were from the military. They also had some broomsticks in their hands.
"Huh?" was all Ranma could mumble. What was going on?
"Onizuka-sensei! Good Morning!" "GOOD MORNING!"
"Huh?" Ranma repeated again. He was confused what was going on.
"THERE YOU ARE!" another voice behind Ranma. Ranma looked behind him, only to see the exact person from yesterday who showed him around yesterday. "WHAT IN THE WORLD HAVE YOU DONE?!" Ranma winced. "YOU REALLY SURPISED ME!" Ranma winced again. "The PRINCIPAL wants you TO TEACH HERE!"
Of course, baka! Ranma scolded himself. Do you think the school won't know? Sigh... I knew today would be my last day... Waitaminute... What did he say?! "Could... you say that... last part again?"
"The principal wants you to teach here!" the man repeated. Motioning his head towards the still standing pupils with brooms. "Whatever you did to discipline these students must be incredible! They barged in the office, asking if they could borrow brooms, cleaning the grounds to honor you! Everyone was really surprised! What did you do?"
Ranma looked from the man and the still standing students. "Is... this true?" he asked the boys.
One of the boys, from last night, nodded, his eyes filled with nothing but respect towards Ranma. "Yes, sensei! After the special lesson you have taught us yesterday, we have decided that we want you to stay on and become our teacher." And he bowed down, with the others following him. "We will be honored if you continue teaching us, Sensei!"
Ranma smiled, partly relieved, and partly proud of the boys. Heh, maybe they were not such assholes he thought they were to be. Looking back at the man who was still beside him, and asked him what Ranma had done, he replied sheepishly. "One should not underestimate the power of love..."
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For the past days, many people have noticed the changes of the so-called Zero-Class of delinquents, and how the trainee teacher had made them behave so well.
"Have you heard about the zero-class?" "Yeah! The new teacher done something incredible to make them so well behaved!" "I heard he was an ex-gang member himself!" "No way!" "That is so cool!"
Rumors never bothered Ranma as he continued enthusiastically to go on with classes. He taught Social Sciences, and gave out good examples and easy to understand situations about economics [for example, guns are expensive because they are illegal, hence don't have that much supply], politics [leaders use respect, power and money to get into positions, just like in a biker gang], and others. With those easy to relate examples, the grades of the students gradually went up.
The class was swooning over their increase in grades, and how their teacher seems to treat them as equals. The latter was the one that made Ranma respected. Every one was much happy for Ranma to be their teacher. Of course, there was Nanako, who looked wistfully at Onizuka for the past week.
Nanako was in a rude awakening as the Sensei came back, now with the whole class supporting him. She had to admit, she respected him now. Why? For one, he was no coward. It showed when Ranma came back to school with no loss of face, wherein anyone else would have been to scared to show up their faces. Secondly, for someone who could win almost the whole class in only one day... Nanako whistled silently. He was impressive! She really underestimated Onizuka.
Nanako sighed, as she looked back the apst few days. She expected, maybe even looked for Onizuka to go to her, shout at her, or maybe even punish her thoroughly, like the three boys she had as accomplices. But Onizuka did something worse. He practically ignored her for the whole time. Every time he would pass by her desk, his eyes would slightly change and remain straight, not looking at her.
She let the whole 'Ignore' technique for a week, until it got to her nerves finally that she wanted to tell him a piece of her mind.
One day, after her classes, Nanako grabbed her bag, got her things she needed in the locker, and an extra pair of panties. She smiled. She ran towards the parking area where she noticed Onizuka would park his bike of his everyday. She sat on his bike, patiently waiting for him...
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"Whoa! Heavy day..." Ranma muttered as he his body slumped down in the winds of exhaustion. He yawned. "Man, now I know why some teachers are sometimes act like the friggin' Hulk. Teaching is tiring!"
Ranma sighed again as his day came to end. It was interesting today as he taught about culture, or more importantly, the culture of Japan.
Honor... he came up to that word again. Looking back, he reviewed again if he had done the right choice, abandoning the Saotome name in sake of his own choices. Sure, her mother said it was man would make his own choices, but what could have happened to the Saotome Honor?
His thoughts went back to Ukyou, Shampoo, and the two Tendou sisters. If truth to be told, he still had an obligation to them... then he shook his head.
No way, Ranma thought. Genma should answer what he did to the Kuonji, since he took the dowry, and left Ucchan in the road. Genma should answer for what had happened to Shampoo, since he damn ate her 'Prize', which made me challenge her... Kasumi and Nabiki both made clear that they want no part of me because I had the damn curse. I was engaged to Akane, but she... forget it. Ranma sighed again as he tried to block out the memories coming to him. He can't return now. He won't return now. Besides, he was legally a man when he decided to change his name. He had the right to choose his life.
"Howdy!" a female voice greeted Ranma, derailing his train of thoughts. Looking up, Ranma saw Nanako smiling at him disarmingly, one of her arms raised. She was sitting on his bike.
"Howdy?" Ranma muttered neutrally. "If you are going to greet me, at least greet me properly."
The girl giggled. "Ne... you seem angry, sensei..." Ranma grumbled.
"Shut up, and go away," Ranma muttered, and moved towards his bike. He tried to gently push the girl away, but she was stubborn, and didn't move an inch. "Hey, did you hear me, or are you just stupid?"
"Oh, and I was here to praise you," Nanako mocked a frown. Ranma looked back at her.
"Praise me for what?" Ranma asked.
"For not paying up, and showing us your greatness!" Nanako replied, her tone a bit proud. "Any teacher would have either paid up, or not show up at all. And to think that only you escaped my plan!"
"Your plan..." Ranma repeated. "You were the one who planned the blackmail?" Nanako nodded. Ranma twitched, as he felt another headache coming. He didn't need to hear this. A few more days, he would become a full pledged teacher. "You know what? They call girls like you She-Devil for some reason. Get off my bike, and go screw yourself."
Ranma shoved the girl a bit harder, and Nanako jumped off the bike, with an annoyed frown. Ranma, satisfied in getting the girl out of Akira's bike, started the engine, when he felt th annoying girl climb to the back, and holding his sides.
"What the hell?! I told you to-!" and Ranma was cut off when Nanako raised one of her arms, and Ranma's nose suddenly threatened to blow up again. In her hands, held something Happosai would deem as gold.
"Ne, sensei, why are you blushing?" Nanako teased.
"W-where did you get that?!" Ranma demanded with his head down, trying not to look at the object in front of him.
"Why, I removed it of course," Nanako lied smoothly. Ranma blushed, as the point of view he had, he was staring down at her skirt. "Please bring me home!"
"No way!" Ranma said stubbornly, closing his eyes. Nanako frowned. This guy was as stubborn as flypaper! Looking around a bit, Nanako found her perfect ploy.
Raising her hand, she waved towards a group of female studeents, and she shouted, "HEY! I GOT ONIZUKA TO TAKE MY VIRGINITY!"
Ranma's eyes widened as he looked at the direction where Nanako was waving. "ACK!" he muttered as he saw the female students staring at them. Quickly revving his engine, he quickly disappeared from view as his bike sped away, with Nanako at his back laughing.
"WHEEE! This is FUN!" she shouted gleefully. Looking at Ranma's back, she noticed something. "Hey, cool pigtail!"
"Don't touch that!" Ranma shouted, hoping the girl would not remove the pigtail. Although the curse on his hair growth was gone now, and it didn't matter if she removed the braid or not, Ranma still felt a bit longing for it. He didn't want her to mess it up.
"GO FASTER SENSEI!" she shouted, raising one of her arms, tightening her hold on the other one.
"You don't have to STICK THAT CLOSE TO ME!" Ranma shouted back, his face now a bit red, and speeding up his bike.
= + | Nanako's Home | + =
Ranma whistled. "Wow... you guys are rich if you have a home this big!"
The home of Nanako was quite extraordinary. With a mix of western taste to Japanese culture, it was one of those hybrid houses of western intent to a Japanese family.
"Thanks," Nanako nodded. "You want beer?" Ranma nodded, and Nanako took her time to go to the fridge to get some cans.
Ranma used that time to look around again. He whistled, and arched his back, falling to the ground, doing a no-hand bridge, using his head as the base. He whistled again. Everything around practically screamed of money. It made him wonder why Nanako had planned to blackmail him first.
"Here you go, sensei," Nanako suddenly called, as she stood there in Ranma's side. Ranma, without the use of his hands, stood upright, surprising the girl. She expected him to use his hands or something, not just stand up like nothing.
"Thanks," Ranma accepted the beer. Looking at it for a moment, he took a sip, and paused for a while, and began to move his tongue a bit. Nanako looked at Ranma with a funny face.
"I didn't drug it, you know," she said it with some anger, recognizing what Ranma had done.
Ranma flinched. "Sorry, I kinda got used to stuff in my drinks. It's kinda like reflex, so don't get insu... WHOA! IS THAT SUSHI?!" Ranma pointed at the package in the dining table.
From her anger posterior, she changed to a cold one as she looked at what Ranma was pointing. Walking towards the table, she grabbed hold of the package. "It's my dinner," she said neutrally.
"YOUR DINNER?!" Ranma practically shouted. Sushi... for dinner? And that amount? Hell, she was really richer than the house could shout!
Nanako nodded, walked towards one corner of the kitchen. Ranma gave a disarming smile.
"Hey, we are friends now, right, Nanako-chan?" Ranma asked, his eyes pleading. "Maybe you can share some of those Toros with me...?! ACK!" Ranma shouted as Nanako practically dumped the whole package on the garbage can.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ranma shouted as he practically dove towards the flying Sashimis and others sushis. Yet, no matter how fast Ranma could go, he could not beat the gravity at the distance he had, and all the expensive and exotic food was wasted in the bin. Ranma pushed Nanako out of the way, hoping to save some...
Ranma's face turned blue as he saw the all those Japanese goodies of it mixed with the other garbage. Nanako's no happy face appeared behind Ranma. "Onizuka-sensei, please take me out again! Your bike is so cool!"
"Why..." Ranma now had supporting waterfall tears... "Sushi..."
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It was dark already, as the sun sank down from view. Ranma was angry... well, not angry with the girl behind him for blackmailing him. Right now, he was angry more that the girl threw that wonderful sushi down the garbage.
"Hey! Please let me stay at your place for today, sensei!" Nanako begged.
"Large toro is the special, fatty part of the tuna fish. The toro from black tuna is often greatest when from Hokkaido's oceans and is the most expensive of all sushi," Ranma muttered neutrally, still angry.
Nanako looked at Ranma pleasingly. "Please let me spend the night..."
"And then, from the black tuna, weighing between 50 and 80 kilos, the special, tender part is taken out once again, and then I am plunged into sushi paradise…"
"Sensei..." Nanako pleaded, but was cut off when Ranma suddenly gave a curt reply.
"Would you shut up?" Ranma replied coldly. "If you think I'm going to be tricked by you again, you have another thing coming!"
Nanako quieted down, and bowed her head down. A few tears came down her eyes, and shifting her body slightly. Ranma felt it, and jerked his head to see what the girl was up. His eyes widened as he saw the girl jump out from the back seat, towards the opposite side of the road, in front of a rushing truck.
Ranma cursed, and as he watched the girl's flying body. Reacting before he could even think about it, he stopped the bike, turning a sharp 180 degrees, and accelerated without losing any momentum.
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"YOU IDIOT! BAKA! STUPID LITTLE GIRL!" Ranma shouted on top of his lungs. "HOW COULD YOU NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE?!" Why the hell do I even have to play hero?! He silently added.
Ranma had rescued Nanako from being pancake on the road, and was now in the sidewalk, still riding his bike. One of his legs was planted firmly in the ground, balancing him, and one hand held the crying Nanako. Putting her down, gently, Ranma continued to rant.
"Why the hell do you want to kill yourself?!" Ranma demanded. "You KNOW WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED? I'm giving you two guesses, and if you can't seem to know, then you are more stu..."
"I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME!" Nanako finally shouted after being broken down into sobs. "I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN GO HOME!"
Ranma raised his eyebrows for a bit, and looked at the sobbing girl in front of him. There was something in her aura, which reminded him so much of Ryouga. She was not glowing green mind you, and was not shouting 'Saotome Prepare to Die' or SPD for short, but depression was definitely there.
"What are you talking about?" Ranma asked, genuinely curious. Nanako paused a bit, and sighed.
"Onizuka-sensei..." she muttered. "Do you remember the story I told you that night..." she swallowed. Ranma understood what 'That Night' meant, and nodded, willing her to continue. "Did you by chance still believe that what I said was true?"
Ranma raised his one of his eyebrows. "You mean... you fabricated a true story? Well... that is weird..."
"Hehe, you don't know the half of it," Nanako replied with a small sad laugh. "I had told you the truth about my father and my mother, of them being in big business... and the engagement..." She looked up in the sky, her eyes glittering with small tears. "But it never started that way. In the past... that is where I was happiest... when I was still a child... Every end of the month, I would go and cook sukiyaki. Mom would arrive first, bringing meat and vegetables from where she had worked before, and waited for dad.
"We were poor then, living in a small apartment. Yet, no matter how much poor we were, I was happiest during those times. We were a family, and we stayed like one... But my father and mother weren't.
"My dad concentrated on his business, while mom tried to get credentials at school. After many years of hard work, our small apartment evolved into a grand house. I got my own room. Dad got his own, and so did mom."
Tears went up to the girl's face. "I really don't know how it happened, but one day, I woke up and realized that my family was no longer a family. We never ate sukiyaki anymore, we never talked anymore... Between the wall of mom and dad's house, there was a wall, where you can feel nothing but coldness.
"Ironic, huh?" Nanako looked at Ranma's face, relieved that he was listening to her intently. "Mom and Dad worked so hard to improve our life, yet it turned out that what my dad and mom worked so hard for became our downfall." Pausing a bit, Nanako smiled sadly, bowing her head. "Tell me, sensei... Why would this happen? I want to go home... but the home I want to go is back in that small apartment, where mom, dad and me were still a family. I want to go back there! I don't want to go back to that cold wall!"
"Nanako-chan," Ranma called softly. Nanako looked up, sniffling her crying a bit. Ranma removed his white jacket, and covered Nanako with it. "Take this. You're getting cold." Ranma removed his tie while he was at it.
The girl took the jacket neutrally. She paused a while, looking a good look at Ranma as he prepared his bike.
Starting his bike, Ranma revved it up a bit, and looked back at the girl. "Climb back in, Nanako-chan. I'm taking you back home."
Nanako looked at her teacher with a mix of anger, sadness and disappointment. Do I expect anything less from a teacher? she thought. They only care for themselves... I should never have raised my hopes... she walked Ranma, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
= + | Nanako's House | + =
Nanako slumped out of the back seat of the bike, seeing herself back home. No one could help her. She had thought Onizuka was at least one person who might have helped her, like what he did to the boys in her class.
To her surprise, Ranma secured his bike and stopped the engine. Looking at the girl with some weird glint in his eyes, he unbuttoned the upper part of his shirt.
"Onizuka-sensei?" Nanako asked.
"Show me that wall of yours," Ranma said with a small smile.
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Inside the house, the whole household was in a pot of boiling water. Both Nanako's mom and dad were on a row.
"I can't believe you were late!" the mom shouted. "Your daughter is gone! Your daughter, okay?!"
"Why are you even blaming me?!" the father replied curtly. "You didn't even come home earlier than I did!"
"HAH! Do you know what I got? A phone call from some woman!" the mom suddenly accused. "Who is this 'Mitsuko' woman?"
"She's a woman from work!" the father replied.
"OH RIGHT!" the mother shouted. "That is why you have been so late this past week!"
"What does that have to do with our daughter?!" the father asked angrily.
DING DONG!
"I'll get that," the mother said. Looking back at the father, she gave a small glare. "We are not done with this!"
"I am telling you, there is no other woman!" the father replied angrily towards the woman's back.
The mother didn't reply as she went towards the door, still angry with the husband. Her daughter was missing, and that mysterious woman who called earlier. She opened the door a bit with anger, and was surprised to see who was in the door. "Na... Nanako-chan?!"
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Once the door opened, Nanako sighed. She had heard, of course, from outside the fight between her mom and father. She sighed sadly again.
"Nanako-chan!" her mother shouted. "Where have you been? Do you know how late it is?! Who is this man?"
Nanako replied, "Mom, this is my sensei..."
Nanako half expected for Onizuka to greet her mom, but to her surprise, Ranma just went in, removed his shoes, and looked around him. "Is the wall upstairs?"
The dad came in the scene, and saw a strange man in the house. He naturally demanded, "Who are you?!"
The mother came in. "Nanako-chan says he is their teacher."
"Oh, really?" the dad asked. "Well, nice to meet you..." Ranma ignored the hand offered by the dad, and walked up the stairs. "Hey! Where are you going?"
Ranma ignored him, and walked up the stairs. Nanako followed, curious on what Onizuka was going to do. After a few moments, Ranma looked at the closed door. "Nanako, is this it?"
The girl nodded, and Ranma smiled in return. Trying to open the door, Ranma found it locked. He looked surprised, but then took a deep breath. He raised his foot, and hit the door, forcing it to open, braking it from its hinges. Nanako raised her eyebrows at that. What was the her teacher made off?
"HEY!" the father finally arrived at the second floor. "What are you doing in my room?"
Ranma didn't listen, and proceeded to remove his shirt completely. He pointed a wall. "Nanako, is this the wall you are talking about?"
Nanako nodded. Ranma nodded back, and cocked his fist, and to Nanko's surprise, Ranma punched the wall head on. The fist impacted the wall, the whole place shook. The father and mother finally arrived inside the room, and to their shock, they saw cracks in wall.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" the father shouted, and grabbed hold of Ranma. Ranma shrugged the man off, and punched the wall again, making the place shake again.
"Damn, I hate reinforced concrete," Ranma said to no one in particular.
The father looked at the man fearfully who just punched the wall in his room. "Call the police! This guy is no teacher! He is just a madman!"
The mother and father left the room in a hurry, going towards the phone downstairs. With two less nuisance in the room, Ranma continued to punch the wall with increasing strength. The room shook as each fist impacted the reinforced wall. Little by little, to Nanako's surprise, the wall began to give in.
Ranma took a deep breath, and with a shout, he gave out his strongest, and possibly last punch, and his fist came through! The wall between the dad and mom's room now had a big hole in it.
Ranma smiled as he looked at the wall with a small smile of satisfaction. He still wished he had learnt the Breaking point technique, it would have made his work faster... but still, he did a good job. Taking a last look at Nanako, he smiled. "There you are Nanako," Ranma began. "The wall you hate so much..."
"Sensei..." Nanako replied quietly.
"Now its your turn," Ranma continued. Putting back his shirt on, Ranma walked away from her. "Its your turn to brake the wall. I had helped you enough..." with that, Ranma placed a hand on her shoulders. "I have faith in my students. Good luck..." with that, Ranma began to walk away.
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"HEY! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING!" the dad shouted towards the retreating back of Ranma.
"Hello, is this the police?" the mother asked towards the person on the other line of the phone. "Someone just came here, and..." Nanako came, and pushed the button and cut the phone line. The mother looked at her daughter in shock. "Nanako-chan! What are you doing?!"
"Its okay mom..." was all Nanako could say, as she watched her sensei put back his shirt and shoes on. "Its okay..."
Ranma gave a last look at Nanako, and smiled softly. With a last wave of goodbye, he exited the house like nothing had happened a few moments ago...
Days passed by quickly, that the final day of Ranma's trainee days were over. To say the class emotional was like saying Kuno is just crazy.
Boys cried as Ranma calmly, and with a smile, gave them a speech on how much he will miss them. He spoke the truth, really. The boys were one of the best delinquents he had ever had to teach.
But what made the day more memorable was when he received a letter from Nanako. In her letter, she stated that the problems of her family were slowly ebbing away. Ranma smiled as she described her plan on how to bring back her family together.
Ranma smiled as he walked away from the school, folding the letter Nanako gave to him. He felt a type of satisfaction that he never felt during his early life.
So this is how a teacher feels? Ranma thought with a faint glow of blue. Damn. If it is, then I want to be a teacher forever!
"ONIZUKA-SENSEI!" someone shouted loudly from behind Ranma. Surprised, the former Saotome looked behind him, and up, seeing Nanako waving at him from the fire exit. "DID YOU GET MY LETTER?"
"YES!" Ranma replied, shouting too.
"I'M GOING TO WAIT FOR YOU! I'LL KEEP MY VIRGINITY UNTIL YOU RETURN!" Nanako shouted.
Ranma's face went a bit red. "WHY SHOULD I WANT A KID LIKE YOU?!" he countered.
"Oh, you don't believe me huh?" Nanako smiled, and stood up from the thick railing of the Fire Exit, and shouted, "FOR YOU!" and she flung her skirt up.
Ranma's red face suddenly changed to purple, and he held his nose. Unbeknownst to him, Nanako's panties came to his head.
Finally, she let her skirt down, and had a winning smile. "YOU LIKE THAT?!"
"Yeah... very nice... if you excuse me..." Ranma rushed away, as his nose really threatened to bleed.
Nanako smiled warmly, and watched her favorite teacher run away. One day, teacher... one day... she silently thought.
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A few minutes later...
"Oh, man! AKIRA IS GOING TO KILL ME FOR SPRAYING BLOOD ON MY WHITE SHIRT!"
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: I'll be following both Manga and Anime, cause I felt the Anime was short. And to Lord Shinji, sorry! I'll make the story a bit funnier next time! Ja ne! I have my Pre-Finals, so no update for this week!
NEXT: Ranma is looking for a job, but meets a old face along the way! NEXT!