April had come, and classes again have resumed once more. Students talking about their vacations, new accomplishments, dreams of being together, eloping away... sigh, yes, this was really High School. Dreams of students going forth, as they test their might on the waters of academics...
Not only are the kids happy, really. There are some adults who have this silly grins in their faces, as they go on, in a bragging face, on what they had done for the day, week, month and even year.
One of the happiest bunch is Vice Principal Uchiyamada, an all around high collar, short temper, big mouth, and somewhat perverted taste to the round buttocks of the young females.
Why was he happy, one would ask. Was it because he found himself holding another great booty? Well, he was holding something, and it isn't human. Maybe it's a blow up doll, another one would answer... well, that could be close enough. Actually, Uchiyamada is happy because he was finally able to save enough to buy himself a pure white Toyota Cresta.
Cresta, the car of his dreams. The car which would hold the answer to his insignificant existence. The car that would forge his relationship between his family. The car that symbolized his success as an educator.
"Vice Principal," the PE teacher called. He had this monkey look in his face, and his body was built up like it was being worked up for years.
"Oh, Fukuroda-san," Uchiyamada greeted back. "What brings you here?"
"I just came here to see that nice car you have," Furukoda replied.
"Ah, yes, my pure white Cresta!" Uchiyamada replied. Bending down, he hugged the hood of the car [O_o;;]. "My beloved Cresta," he cried, "You will be with me forever..."
Furukoda was about to comment about that, when he saw something speeding towards them. With a small shout of surprise, Furukoda took a few steps back before running away. Uchiyamada noticed the sudden absence of the teacher, and was about to question it when he heard a roar of engine behind him.
Uchiyamada turned around suddenly, just in time to see a big bike roaring towards him. "EEEK!" he shouted, and raised his hands to defend his beloved Cresta.
Fortunately, the driver didn't seem to want the wanton destruction and feel the sheer pelasure of wrecking a car, but he did come close, as the bike stopped about 1 tine centimeter away from the Vice Principal.
To weak people, such an experience will unlock and open the door of the bladder, making a person 'pee on himself' as it is said ever so lightly. But Uchiyamada seems to be stronger than that, as his bladder held on, desperate not to cause embarrassment for himself. But then, even though that encounter didn't make him piss on himself, his next encounter would.
"Sorry about that, Vice Prez," the driver of the bike said with a smirk. "I didn't see ya at that time!"
Uchiyamada froze. He definitely recognized the driver. His hair was different now, as it was no longer pure blonde, but mixed with black streaks, making him look cooler/meaner/evil, but no doubt about it. It was... "ONIZUKA!"
"Hey, you remember me!" Ranma replied with a small smile. "How are ya?!"
"ONIZUKA!" Uchiyamada shouted. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"Eh, didn't you hear?" Ranma asked neutrally. "I am here to teach, after all, it is April, and that Director Chick told me to be here."
"D-director... the director?!" Uchiyamada had seen many thing sin life, but it is only now that he felt a shock bigger than a 120 MV shock... He did what his body had to do. He peed on his pants...
GTO: Great Teacher Onizuka Ranma
Lesson 3: No One is What They Seem
The halls were decked with curious looks of the many students in class, as they watched a young man with a rather very large bag... no, make that a blanket tied with a few ropes... in his back. Some items were sticking a bit out of the blanket, and looked like average portable appliances.
But it was the young man that caught most of the attention. Girls seem to oggle at him, and boys seem to look at him curiously. Who was he? He looked older to be a student, maybe a teacher... yet, does a teacher dye his hair like that? His blonde hair with black streaks made him look... Dashing, handsome, cool, hip, weird, awful, sick, evil... well, it really depends on the student's taste. Maybe he was a guest of the Director. After all, she was in front of him, leading him somewhere...
Speaking of the director, the students were all surprised. They rarely see the Director out in her executive clothes and smiling warmly. Maybe because of the young man behind her. If that was true, then there might be something about the young man behind her that made him special... they didn't know what though.
Ranma looked around as the group of girls and boys stared at him. Some looked like they were regularly training their body. Others weren't. But most of them seem to have something in common: Their Ki levels were pretty low. There were a few exceptions, like that PE teacher Furukoda, but damn... Ranma whistled silently. Even Kuno looks much better than him! Ranma thought.
But it was then, that Ranma suddenly felt a quick, powerful, yet faint burst of Ki, and it rang in his senses. The Ki level that showed up momentarily was as powerful as Ryouga's! Unrefined, sure, but powerful as well.
Ranma had a serious face now, turning left and right, trying to decipher who had that Ki level. Quickly as it appeared, it disappeared in the same manner, and Ranma didn't want to let the potential go to waste! He was a teacher after all! If not a Social Science Teacher, then a Martial Arts Sensei as well!
The students yelped as they saw the young man suddenly having a very serious and scary face, looking around at them. They must have done so much looking that the man finally snapped. They ran quickly towards their respective classrooms, hoping it would save them from the strange man's wrath.
Ranma had turned 180 degrees from the direction where he was going, still looking for the source, and moved in a too sharp way, as one of his things came flying out of the blanket. Ranma cursed. Looking around, Ranma was surprised as he saw that the hall was suddenly empty. No students were seen, except for the lone male student in the middle of the hall. The boy kept turning his head left and right.
"OY! COME HERE!" Ranma called in a friendly, yet with the usual Saotome swagger. The boy seem to gulp audibly, and slowly approached him.
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Yoshikawa had been walking the hall with some care not to get noticed by anyone. Why? Because he is the type that doesn't like to attract attention... but then, there is a deeper meaning to his logic.
Yoshikawa has a terrible secret. A secret so embarrassing, it would ruin his life once it gets out in the open. All his life, the secret was kept inside him. He wanted it to end... he wanted to be... free. But he could never be. As long as the vampire... ehem, excuse me... as long as Yoshikawa remained as Yoshikawa, his destiny would not change... or would it?
Yoshikawa had heard interesting stuff when he first entered the hallway.
"Hey, did you see that guy?" "The one with blonde hair and black streaks?" "He looked like that white tiger from the anime series!" "He's cute!" "He's a weirdo..."
Although interesting it may sound, it was also useless for Yoshikawa. Trying to glide his way through like a wraith, he went straight to class.
"Oh shit! His glaring at us!" "EEK!" "Run!" "He looks mad!"
Yoshikawa blinked as his wraith mode suddenly disappeared, as the hallway was suddenly deserted. It was hard to hide himself if he was just in plain view, you know. Looking left or right, trying to figure out where his classmates gone, he suddenly heard a voice. "OY! Come here!"
Yoshikawa froze, and looked at the source of the voice. It was a young man, with blond hair in black streaks, looking at him. Yoshikawa swallowed. What did he do now? Slowly, the boy approached Ranma.
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Ranma smirked as the boy approached him with a bowing head. Low self-confidence, a lot of depression, but then, something about the boy's Ki didn't make sense. It was fluctuating, going up and down from weak to weaker levels. It was weird. Deciding to give the boy a break, Ranma flicked the boy's chin when he was near enough, making him look up to Ranma's eyes.
"Hey, kid, I need you to get that pillow there," Ranma pointed out in the ground, and the boy took a quick look. Sure enough, there was a white fluffy pillow on the floor. Bending down, Yoshikawa picked it up, and slowly gave it to Ranma.
"Here you are, sir," the boy said with an indifferent tone. Ranma smiled again.
"Would you mind carrying it for me?" Ranma asked. "My hands are full with this blanket..."
"Ano... I'm really sorry, but I have classes, and..."
"Look kid, I really would like your help, and if it makes you feel easier, I'm a teacher now," Ranma replied with a small smile. "I can cover up for you."
"Are you sure?" the boy asked. "Are you sure you want my help?"
"Why not?" Ranma replied at once. "You're a good kid. I can see that in your eyes. So, will you help me?"
Yoshikawa looked at the pillow in his hand, and at the man. He shrugged. What did he have to lose? "Okay, sensei..."
In front of them, Sakurai Ryoko, the Director 'Chick' watched the even unfold with a small smile. Her glasses were reflecting the light, and made her actually older than she looked... I mean, scarier than she looked. One cannot say 'old' with women. They tend to get scary.
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Director Sakurai had brought Ranma and Yoshikawa up towards the roof; the new living quarters of Ranma.
Since Holy Forest High was in the outer parts of Tokyo, and so far away from his former apartment, Onizuka Ranma had asked for an arrangement with Director Sakurai. Boy, wa sit a doozy.
Ranma's plan on living on his own two feet is working. Moving out of Akira's apartment with a legitimate reason, it was also a plus that he would be staying in the school, free of charge, of course. It was so near that even though Ranma would wake up late, he wouldn't need to worry. After all, a quick change in clothes, and a small sprint downstairs, WALAH! He's on his way to the classroom. No hassles, no problems.
"I hope you find this place comfortable," Sakurai began, showing Ranma and Yoshikawa the whole roof.
The roof was uncovered, with some wire fences standing high. It was nice, open, and breezy to boot. Ranma smiled. Oh, sure, he wasn't really going to sleep on the roof, but the connecting room before it. And look at that open space! The night must be wonderful. Ranma was looking forward to that.
It seems students won't have problems looking up for me, 'cause they can just come up the stairs! Ranma thought. Looking at the kid still carrying his pillow, he motioned his thumb towards the barren room connecting to the roof. "Hey kid, help me again, okay?"
Yoshikawa blinked. Slowly, he nodded.
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"Ah, now this place looks likes a home!" Ranma declared. Fixing everything up, and arranging some of his things, like his futon, very small lamp, and some other things, the place was transformed from a barren room to a slightly warmer-looking one. Yoshikawa sighed. It took a good 10 mins. He was really late now!
Yoshikawa was about to spout out one of his excuses when he noticed a lone box sitting in the corner of the room. That made him curious. The man... or teacher, who had 'requested' for his help seem to ignore the box... but then, why was it placed like... it was hidden?
Yoshikawa's curiosity got the better of him, and carefully took the box from it hiding place, and opened it. He gasped. Taking a steady hand, he dove inside the box, taking out a modestly thick booklet, and in front, it said 'Neon Genesis Evangelion – Vol. 2'. Yoshikawa opened it and...
"HEY! HEY! HEY!" Ranma shouted as he suddenly rushed towards the boy, and grabbed the booklet. The boy panicked, thinking he did something wrong, and stood up, and bowed towards Ranma.
"I'm sorry!" Yoshikawa declared. Ranma looked at him for a second, and sighed.
"Oh, fine, laugh at me," Ranma suddenly said. Yoshikawa couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and stand straight. What did the man say? "I said go ahead, laugh at me," Ranma repeated, seemingly understanding what the boy's raised eyebrows meant.
"Why should I laugh at you?" Yoshikawa replied.
"Go ahead and laugh at me! Look! A sensei, reading Evangelion! Look! A sensei in to Manga and Anime! Don't you think it childish?" Ranma asked. Yoshikawa's jaw slacked.
"Childish?" Yoshikawa felt some type of anger he rarely feels. It was anger, not directed exactly to Ranma, or to anyone, as the matter of fact, but to something. "NO! Collecting, or liking Anime and Manga isn't childish! I collect it too!"
"You do?" Ranma asked, somewhat relieved. But then, he lowered his head. "But then, you are still a kid... But hey!" Yoshikawa was about to comment on the 'kid' part when the man suddenly asked something even more shocking. "Do you have any Manga or Anime series with you? 'Cause its really cool if you can lend me some, you know..." Ranma grinned. It was a grin of a beggar, asking for some help. It didn't make him look bad, but rather the opposite. It made him more endearing... in a female's view, of course.
Yoshikawa's mind went blank in meeting this man. The man was supposed to be a teacher, yet he was acting like... he was acting like he was just the boy's age! "Uh... sure, sensei..."
Ranma cheered. "YES! Hey, tell me your series, and I might lend you mines! Well, yeah sure... I only have Evangelion, but I do have also some Get Backers, and .Hack/sign, and maybe if I could I also ask Akira to get my Magic Knight Rayearth, I could also lend it to you..."
Ranma continued speaking and blabbing happily, while Yoshikawa just looked at him with a very unreadable face. Slowly, a smile was formed. Maybe he could begin to like this teacher.
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Yoshikawa was staring at blanks. Lights on, but nobody home best described him as he walked neutrally towards his classroom. How did he just agree to let the man borrow his prized Tenchi Muyo, Rurouni Kenshin, and Love Hina? Oh yeah, because he was going to get Get Backers, and maybe Magic Knight Rayearth. After all, CLAMP made it, so it must be good... hopefully. But then, if it was good, why did the sensei leave it from his old place? Shiver... Something told Yoshikawa he made a very bad decision in burrowing MKR.
A small tap on his shoulders, Yoshikawa's train of thoughts was slowed, as his mental capacity tried to pull him back to reality. It took a while, but once it got processed, the brain told the body to move his head, to identify who had tried to get his attention, but then, a fist just came up.
"Oh..." was all Yoshikawa could say before he was knocked somewhere dark, safe, and painless.
= + | Gymnasium | + =
The first day of classes, was not exactly a first day of class. It was more of an orientation than a regular class day.
First, Vice Principal Uchiyamada would call... or more specifically, bark orders, demanding all students to go to the gymnasium. Well, students are students, and just went with the flow, straight line, double time, by height, by class, by grade.
Students seated quietly as the program was on the verge of starting. The whole faculty was on stage, sitting down. One side had the old teachers, obviously superior in number, while the opposite side had the new teachers.
Hinako was all smiles. Looking around, she waved at a few new teachers, and looked around for Onizuka-san. She never made contact with the young man since she did the favor in telling his best friend [Akira] that he would be hired if he would be present for the interview. Well, she had heard that Onizuka-san made it, but then... where the hell is he?
Once all the students were down, but not accounted for [there was a empty chair], Uchiyamada began his speech.
"Once again, a new year has arrived and opened the doors of opportunities to students and teachers alike. I would like to take this chance to really..."
"HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!" Ranma shouted as he suddenly burst in the gym, running while fixing his white shirt, buttoning it up. Uchiyamada's eyebrows and eyes twitched at the same time.
"Onizuka," he hoarsely whispered, voice filled with dread. He watched the young 'punk' running towards the stage, and the students now laughing at the scene. The order... the discipline was being thrown out! Damn that Onizuka! What type of Sorcery did he unleash upon the Director to make her see that this... this clown is a teacher, and here, no less! Uchiyamada thought.
-[ Flashback ]-
"NANI?!" Uchiyamada couldn't help but to raise his voice to a scream. Director Sakurai didn't seem to be bothered by it, though.
"Like I have said, its true that Onizuka-sensei had said. From today, he will be working as the Social Science Teacher," Sakurai said calmly, looking out of the window.
Today was unlike any other in Uchiyamada's life. First, his life was almost threatened by a speeding bike, his pants ruined, and now, he had to look at that monkey-faced Onizuka all the time because now, starting that day, that hour, and the same channel... eh, school, they would be 'working' together!
"PREPOSTEROUS!" Uchiyamada couldn't hold back his anger. "Haven't you witnessed what he did to me? That man is a brute! A punk! A..."
"He is a deeply knowledgeable man, having experienced something more than what he should have at his age," Sakurai turned around, and faced the Vice Principal.
"Knowledgeable? THAT PUNK HIT ME IN THE FACE! MY NOSE WAS BROKEN..."
"Mr. Uchiyamada," Sakurai said with raised eyebrows. "I never could believe you had the courage to speak to me like that." The Vice Principal sagged. As much as he hated Onizuka, he had deeply respected Sakurai and her decisions. After all, she was one of his closest old friends from the old days.
"I'm deeply sorry," bowed Uchiyamada, kneeling down. "I... I guess my anger..."
"That is quite alright, old friend," Sakurai said, smiling, tapping Uchiyamada's shoulders. "But I do hope you don't misunderstand Onizuka-san."
"Mis-understand him?" Anger was rising again... "Misunderstand what?"
"The punch he gave you," Sakurai replied. "He only tried to save your life. Those boys had baseball bats, steel poles, and if you looked closely enough, some flick knives. Onizuka-sensei just did what he had to do to spare you from something much worse."
Uchiyamada was a man, who had pride, and would have a close minded personality, but then, as much as he hated Onizuka's guts, Director Sakurai had a point. The boys left him unconscious, and he was able to recover from his broken nose a few weeks after that incident... but what if Onizuka hadn't hit him, and it was the boys who had their chances? Broken bones, cuts, stabs... Uchiyamada shivered.
But still... it would be a mistake to allow Onizuka here! What is the Director thinking? Looking at the paper in his hand, he scanned the classes where Onizuka would be teaching.
Ohime, Oiza, Onizuka... AH! Onizuka! Uchiyamada thought. He will be teaching Class... His eyes widened. He looked back to Sakurai with a wild gleam. "Is this list correct, Director?"
"Yes it is, Uchiyamada-san," Director Sakurai replied neutrally.
HAHAHAHA! NOW I know your intentions, Sakurai-san! Uchiyamada thought excitedly. "I am really sorry I have doubted you."
"Apology accepted, old friend," Sakurai replied.
-[ End Flashback ]-
Uchiyamada calmed down when he remembered what class Onizuka would be teaching. He gave a big smile. Take your time to make fun of me Onizuka, because it will be your last time to laugh!
Ranma, who as scratching the back of his head as all the students laughed at the situation. The man was acting so childish, so immature, and so silly that it was hard not to laugh. And now he was going to seat in the stage? With the teachers?
"What clowns did the administration hire this time?" one of the students asked his friend quietly, still laughing.
"Don't know!" the friend replied.
"Hey, did you see that teacher in that tight fitting yellow dress?" a male called.
"Yeah! She looks young and hot man!"
Ranma Onizuka jumped to the stage, not bothering with the stairs, as he logically concluded that the stairs take up too much time. Without pausing, he made his way into the empty seat beside Hinako.
"Hey, you're late!" Hinako began. "You should not give students bad examples, or might turn to big delinquents!"
Ranma sheepishly smiled, scratched his small pig-tail. "Sorry, Hinako-sensei! I got lost."
Hinako was about to delve on that [since Holy Forest high school was not that large], but quieted down when Uchiyamada spoke again.
"Anyway, I shall now hand over the microphone to our beloved Principal," Uchiyamada clapped as another old man [who shockingly looks like him] stood up. The whole class forced themselves up and began to clap too.
The Principal smiled, and began his speech...
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"... and presenting our new English Teacher, all the way from Furinkan High, Ms. Ninomiya!"
Hinako stood up, waved and gave a small bow. Mostly all the boys were clapping hard. Some were whistling. Hinako seated after a few moments, and everyone slowly settled down.
"She will be the homeroom teacher of Class 3-3," the Principal continued once the clapping had faded. "And now, presenting our new Social Science Teacher, Mr. Onizuka!" the Principal clapped, as Ranma stood up. Hinako clapped too, proud of her former student. Director Sakurai, and the other members of the faculty were clapping too, except for Uchiyamada. The young boys and girls weren't though. They were a bit shocked, and surprised at Ranma's form.
"Is that a teacher?" "Blonde hair?" "Damn, he looks scary..." "Hey, he's cute!"
Ranma was not insulted by the absence of the students clapping. It just made Hinako, Director Sakurai, and the other teacher's clapping more special.
"He will the new homeroom teacher of Class 3-4," the Principal continued. By that time, the students reacted.
"NANI?!" "Class 3-4?" "That Class?" "Damn, you better grab him fast, Noriko! He might be destabilized before he can take your virginity!" "Hey! It's not like that!" "But still, Class 3-4!"
Hinako noticed the reaction, and her face formed a deep frown. What was it in that class which made them react so... weird?
Uchiyamada was panicking a bit. He wanted to have his fun with Onizuka, but if that punk found out about that class... "QUIET!" Uchiyamada barked. "WHAT IS THIS! MAINTAIN DISCIPLINE!"
Ranma was blushing. He heard about that virginity part, and ignored the other comments.
While Uchiyamada was barking about maintaining discipline, and other stuff, on the back row of the group of students were apparently staring at the blushing Ranma. One was a girl with medium black hair, and her eyes positively gleamed with murder. Another was a very handsome boy, his eyes hidden behind his square glasses. Besides him were three boys. One had blonde hair done in a crew cut, the second had long black hair, and the other one had short spiky hair.
"Kikuchi," the blonde boy looked at the guy with glasses. The boy 'Kikuchi' nodded.
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After the ceremony, it was time for the orientation. The new teachers were to go to their respective classes, re-introduce themselves, and then meet up with their students.
Hinako and Ranma walked together in the hall in silence, mentally preparing, as they were about go to their respective classes, which were just almost residing with each other. Ranma walked with supreme confidence and happiness. Today was the day he was going to meet his new batch of students.
Hinako was worried... not about her class, but more of Onizuka's. After all, the reaction of the students was not easy to forget. When they were in front of the door of Class 3-4, Hinako broke the silence. "Onizuka-san," Hinako began.
"Hai?" Ranma replied.
"Be careful," was all Hinako could say. Ranma nodded, and gave a disarming smile. He opened the door, and slid inside.
= + | Class 3-4 | + =
"Konichiwa," Ranma greeted with a smile. The whole class seems to be calm. Scanning around, he saw no messes, no balled up paper, no nothing. It was like he entered a class filled with seriousness. No, he would not have that. This class is too tight-lipped. "As you all know, I am Onizuka Ranma, your homeroom teacher. I'll be teaching Social Sciences, and I am aiming to be the Greatest Teacher in Japan!"
No response. The class seems to be so quiet. Ranma scratched his small pig-tail. "Gee, is there something wrong with my face?"
"No, sensei!" finally, someone spoke.
"Please, sensei, check the attendance."
Ranma blinked. This class was way too serious for his taste. Hmph! Geez, my work is cut! These kids don't know how to have fun! "Okay, sure... Let's start with the attendance..."
As Ranma called the attendance, someone mysteriously was taking pictures of Ranma's smiling face.
= + | School Grounds | + =
"Say that again?" Hinako asked, not really believing what she had heard.
"I'm saying my students are way too serious!" Ranma replied. "It was like all work and no play!"
"They didn't misbehave?" Hinako asked.
"Nope!" Ranma frowned. "Of all the classes I landed to, I landed in a bookworm class." Using the term 'Bookworm', he actually meant serious, not academically smart. He really didn't know how smart they were. After all, he just checked the attendance, and then talked about himself, then dismissed the class.
Right now, Ranma, Hinako and the other teachers were all in the School grounds, having an acquaintance picnic. With the Principal talking some long speech, and raising his cup of sake, the others tried to keep up. They failed miserably, and just talked among themselves, waiting for the Principal to finish up already.
Hinako and Ranma clicked, having being a teacher-and-student from before, and were talking about their respective classes. Hinako frowned very obviously at Ranma's description in the class. Inside, her woman instinct or gut instinct, or whatever seem to be telling her something was definitely wrong in the class. It was like Ranma Saotome was there, but only much worse.
"How about you, Hinako-sensei?" it was Ranma's turn to ask. "How was your class?"
"They are okay," Hinako began to describe how she received five love letters that day, unsigned. Slowly, Ranma's face was washed with tears and laughter as Hinako continued to tell her brief moment in class. Hinako didn't find anything funny. "I don't see how this is funny," she said angrily.
"Oh, but it is funny!" Ranma laughed. "Who would have known that you could attract those attentions!"
"Hey! I am beautiful, alright?! Boys from Furinkan were all falling for me during the time I was in my adult form!" Hinako protested.
"HEHEHEHE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Ranma was rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off [ROFLHAO].
"Jerk!" Hinako stated, and hit Ranma behind his head. Ranma's laughter died down, and was replaced by a sheepish, and apologetic smile. Hinako smiled at that.
"Sorry," he said.
"Hmph, whatever," Hinako stated back.
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Later that night, Ranma yawned as his finished his showers in the male locker rooms. Another fringe benefit of his location, and job; Sakurai promised he could use all the facilities, as long as he does no intentional or high level damage. Ranma nodded at that. He could use the pool, the audio room to watch his anime series, and others.
Walking upwards towards the roof, Ranma sighed as he quietly as he thought of what he would do the next day. It would be officially the first day he would start teaching.
A sound suddenly rang through his ears, and Ranma's eyes widened, and rushed up to two floor, and looked towards the hallway where the sound seems to start. Walking to the hallway, he found the source of the sound. An open door, the floor clattered with pails.
"What the hell?" Ranma was surprised. He could have sworn the door was closed. After all, according to the Director Chick, everything was locked down in the evening. Shrugging, he closed the door. With that done, Ranma continued on his way up the roof.
On the door before his room, a sign was put up. It read: 'Onizuka's Room: Please knock before you enter'. It was open. Ranma's eyes went wide-eye. He could have sworn he closed it. Of all the things, he was not stupid...
"Great, my first day, and I get a robbery," Ranma cracked his knuckles. Opening the door, he hoped that the robber would not take his EVA Manga.
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"Hahahahaha!" the girl with two ponytails laughed. "So, missed us, Yoshikawa?"
"Look at him, he's cowering!" another female said, this time with shoulder length black hair.
"Yeah, what should we do with him, Anko?" another female said.
"The usual," the girl named Anko replied with no hint of remorse. She had a feral grin.
That had been... Kami-sama only knows how long ago, and He too knew how long the humiliation lasted this time. It had been started ever since... Yoshikawa didn't know since when. It just started.
Anko Uehara was the leader of the trio, who seem to have a sick, and demented way of pushing her power around. She was well developed, with a very cute face, and most boys have longed for her.
Noboru Yoshikawa was her classmate, small for his age, and seemingly an introvert. Although he had a handsome face, he was the butt of jokes to most girls, who always preferred a tall man, with nice big set of muscles. Once Anko's eyes set on him, there was no turning back.
Everyday, every night, Anko and the two other girls would drag him in a closet, or anything to keep him without anyone raising suspicion, and once they have free time, they torture him.
It was not torture of a we-are-at-war type of torture, but more of torture of the mind. The trio of girls would beat him up, laugh at him, teasing him and telling him that he is so wimpy that he could not even fend of three 'weak' girls. They stripped him naked, tease about his 'small thing' as they put it, and write in permanent marker, graffiti in his crotch, and other well placed areas that were hidden from view if Yoshikawa puts back his clothes.
Yoshikawa was humiliated, beaten, and dishonored [kinda] to the point that forever changed his mood. From being quite cheerful, he became fearful, cautious, depressed, and to the end, suicidal. For long, one girl, laughing her head off tormented his mind and dreams.
Today he got the worst. After going down from Ranma's rooftop room, he was knocked unconscious, and left to wake up in a closet used by the janitors to keep the dirty pails and mops. Hog tied, he waited for hours until Anko and her two friends appeared.
When they did, by far it was the worst thing Yoshikawa ever experienced. Forced his head in a pail of dirty water, and beaten again, but this time, they used a mop stick, they laughed as he moaned loudly through his gag. It was an hour of torture, and at the end, the poor guy got a few new 'tattoos' in his face, and his lower part of his body, and left him in a crying heap on the floor.
When Yoshikawa came to, he was depressed more than anything was now. His life sucked. He would forever live in the shadow of Anko, and there was no escape. Drying his tears, he stood up, taking deep breath.
Just go home... just go home... its over... its over... its... Yoshikawa couldn't finish, as his eyes welled with tears. Gritting his teeth, he forced the door open, banging on a few pails and mops, spilling their contents. He ran blindly towards the stairs, and ran, so silently towards the roof.
He ignored everything that was in his path. A door with a sign he could not read with his wet eyes, and a ready futon; he just passed through them, and went towards the roof. He climbed the fence, and went to the other side. He put his a-bit-large feet on the little concrete left, and balanced himself, while looking at night of Japan. He could feel the cold night breeze brush through his air. He gritted his teeth. He wanted to die.
Before he could jump though, a voice was heard behind him... "Oy! What the hell are you doing?"
Turning around, he saw Onizuka staring at him in surprise.
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Ranma entered the room, and looked around his room carefully. Other than the open door, he couldn't see anything else suspicious. Nothing.
Nothing else was missing. His manga box was there, and opening it, he could see it was still complete. He sighed. Looking to the floor, he looked around the futon for his wallet. He found it, and opened it. Nothing was missing inside.
"Weird," Ranma muttered to himself. "When does a thief just leave without anything?"
Ranma walked out of his room, towards the roof, hoping to see maybe the thief, or maybe a few stars in the sky, but then, he spotted a boy outside the fence, seemingly intending to jump.
"Oy! What are you doing?!" Ranma demanded, rushing towards the boy.
The boy turned around, tears in his eyes. Ranma gasped, as he recognized him. "Hey, you are that boy..."
"Leave me alone, sensei," the boy said, before turning back his head to look at the ground. "Its no use. I can't live like this anymore. I want to die."
"Oy! Stay there!" Ranma replied. "I'll get you back here, so we can talk."
"There is nothing to talk anymore..." the boy muttered, and then, without any effort, leaned forward, and dropped towards the oblivion. Ranma's eyes widened.
"SHIT!" Ranma cursed, and bent his knees, jumped up high, over the fence, and did something most people thought would be impossible.
Saotome Ryu was a fine art form using the air currents to maximum effect, thus delaying the effect of gravity by a bit, as they slowly could control their altitudes, and remain in the air longer than what seem to be possible. But dropping down... well that was a different story. He needed help.
Planting his feet firmly towards the side of the building, he exerted himself forward, like jogging on in a park, but only vertically, Ranma was able to propel himself towards the falling boy.
Ranma was lucky. The boy had his hands wide open, and had a big surface area in which the air could act upon as a resistance. But still, the boy had a head start, and if Ranma didn't do anything... splat goes the boy.
Bending his knees down, Ranma dove downwards. He had only one chance in catching the boy, and took it. Like a crash of lightning, the young man opened his arms, and deftly caught the falling boy's body, and quickly shifted his own body to accommodate his landing. Landing feet-first, he slowly prepared his legs as the land would bruise them if he didn't do it properly.
Well, his feet was able to touch something solid, but then, that solid foundation suddenly bent, and gave way, surprising Ranma. It happened in an instant, and Ranma's descent was stopped, but it left the martial artist-turned teacher a bit curious. What the hell did he land on?
Looking down, his eyes widened. "Oh man... whoever owns this white car is going to be pissed..." he muttered, while he still held the boy in his arms.
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Yoshikawa seem to have lost all sanity by the time he jumped, with his mind being numb and all. He didn't feel Ranma taking hold of his body. He didn't feel anything, until he heard someone mutter, "Oh man... whoever owns this white car is going to be pissed..."
Yoshikawa opened his eyes, and looked at the face right in front of him. "Sen... sensei."
"Hey, you okay?" Ranma asked, concerned. Then, he looked at the boy again. His eyes narrowed. "What the hell... are those bruises?"
Yoshikawa wanted to hide himself. He was caught! His secret was going to be opened!
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"Here, take some of my clothes," Ranma muttered as he rummaged his bag, looking for a simple white shirt and some shorts.
It was half an hour later after the incident. Ranma had kept quiet since his comment about bruises, and the only thing he said to Yoshikawa was to take a shower, since he smelled a bit like a sewer.
Yoshikawa agreed to that. After all, it was true. Anko and the girls dunked his head to that awful bucket. After a silence in the showers, Ranma lent him a towel, and carried the boy back the roof, where he would be giving out some clothes.
After finding some good clothes, Ranma gave it to the boy who accepted the clothes silently, and began to dress up. Boy, was Ranma very surprised.
Yoshikawa's body was filled with bruises, and some sort of graffiti, that Ranma could not understand. He knew, as far as his knowledge is concern, that the graffiti were no tattoos, and weren't written there by the boy.
"Hey, what happened to you," Ranma finally asked.
Yoshikawa stared at Ranma for a moment, and thought for the answer. HE looked down on the ground. "I was bullied."
"Bullied?" Ranma snorted a bit. "I don't know what you think you know, but bullies stop if they know you're going to at least try to stop them. And this is not bullying," Ranma pointed a large bruise in Yoshikawa's back. "This is more than bullying. You should report this, you know?"
Yoshikawa bit his lip, but his mouth was faster to answer, than his mind could. "I CAN'T! Especially when girls did this..." Yoshikawa clamped his mouth shut. Oh! Great going! Now this teacher is going to laugh at you! Me! A boy! Being bullied by girls!
But Ranma didn't laugh. He actually seem to think about it, and looked seriously at Yoshikawa. The boy, partly surprised, looked at the man's eyes for a moment, before looking away. There was something in the man's eyes which made a lesser confident person look away.
"Hey, get dressed," Ranma stood up, and grabbed a few keys from his futon. "I'm bringing you home." Yoshikawa nodded, and looked at the retreating back of the man, before he continued dressing up.
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Ranma stopped his bike when the boy pointed the house that he resided in. Nodded, he parked the bike, and helped the boy down. Even with his shirt and shorts, the night was still cold, and the boy needed a jacket to keep himself warm.
"So, shall I ring the bell?" Ranma asked, looking at Yoshikawa.
"No, please, I don't want my parents finding out..." Yoshikawa became quiet. It seems he really didn't want to speak about the bullying. Nodding in understanding, Ranma looked up.
"Is your room somewhere up there?" Ranma asked. Yoshikawa nodded, and pointed at one of the windows, which had a balcony. Ranma nodded. Grabbing the boy's body, he muttered, "Hang on!" and jumped.
Yoshikawa could have screamed in surprise as he found himself in the air, but kept his mouth shut, lest his parents wake up. It took only a few short seconds, and he found himself in the balcony of his room. Ranma put his hands in one of the handles of the windows, maybe opening it. The boy was about to say it was locked, but the window just slid open, with a damaged lock dangling.
"Oopsy," Ranma said. "I didn't know it was locked."
"Ho... how strong are you, sensei?" Yoshikawa asked.
"Stronger than anyone you will ever know," Ranma replied with a smirk. Opening the window fully, he dragged himself and the boy inside the room.
The room was average, much better looking than Ranma's current room, no doubt, with manga's arranged in alphabetical order. Ranma's mouth began to drool.
Rurouni Kenshin, Slayers, Ghost in the Shell... Ranma automatically began to take his hands, and grabbed some of the manga, giving Yoshikawa a comical scene.
Ranma got about a dozen mangas and grabbed an empty plastic bag to help him carry them compactly. Looking back at the boy, he gave an appreciative grin. "Hey, let me borrow these, okay?"
Yoshikawa nodded. "I finished reading them, sensei. Just please take care of them."
"I won't!" Ranma replied. "I'll take care of them like they were mines." And he looked outside the window with a serious face. "Oy, promise me one thing."
Yoshikawa looked at him. "What is it, sensei?"
"Don't ever think of committing suicide again, okay?" Ranma asked, his tone and eyes very serious. "I don't like people who give up their lives so selfishly."
Yoshikawa looked down. "You don't understand sensei. I... I can't stand it anymore." Eyes glistened a bit with memory. "They are stronger, more powerful than me. I can't talk to anyone, because if I did, I would be punished more..."
Ranma sighed. Damn it, this kid is hurt a lot. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, what would you say if I train you in Martial Arts?"
Yoshikawa looked up. "Huh? You want to train me...?"
"Yeah," Ranma replied. "I am a very good martial artist," Ranma smirked, as part of his mind wanted to talk about his exploits, but since it was late already, he would settle for show than tell. "Look after me after classes, make some excuses for your parents. I can train you how to defend yourself, so one day, you would not be picked on."
"Seriously," Yoshikawa began. "You seriously want to teach me?"
Ranma felt he had this conversation somewhere earlier, but shrugged. "Sure, you're a good kid. It's in your eyes. It's in your heart. If you were just going to use martial arts to bully someone, I would not have even offered it. What do you say?"
"I'll... I'll think about it."
"Good," Ranma replied, giving a smirk. He was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Yoshikawa... Noboru Yoshikawa," the boy replied.
"I'm Ranma," Ranma smiled, and gave a wave before he jumped out. Yoshikawa watched the man land on his feet, and jump to his bike, and ride away. His mind, which was kinda foggy for a moment, suddenly cleared as question popped in his head.
How the hell did he jump to my second floor room in one jump?
Yoshikawa never got to sleep as the question stuck into his mind like some chewed up gum.
= + | Next Day, Holy Forest | + =
The next morning, there were two surprises in the school. One, was felt by the Vice Principal Uchiyamada as he stared at his totally totaled pure white Cresta. Tears fell in his eyes. No amount of pain could describe his feelings...
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Somewhere in the real world, Buds a.k.a Omega X was celebrating, taking out his Johnny Walker Blue Label, sipping on it, giving a toast on the animation of Ranma crashing in the Cresta... again... and again... and again...
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Another part of the school, it was the student's, and Hinako's turn to be surprised, because in the board was a very explicit picture of Onizuka, smiling, riding a wooden horse, his hands tied in chains, and with a dildo up his @$$.
"What... what is this?!" Hinako muttered silently.
To Be Continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry for the delay. My sweet and sexy English teacher wanted me to write a report on human development and sexual reproduction... sigh... she is such a tease! ^-^.