Akira sighed as she down-shifted her gear from 4th to 3rd as she neared the Holy Forest High School. It's been a day since Ranma had moved out, and for some reason, the apartment had lost its life.
A part of her wanted to force Ranma back to her apartment, but she knew she would never do that. She had liked and respected Ranma too much to do that to him. After all, it was in his name already. 'Wild Horse', or 'Stallion', uncontrollable, and free.
But then, it was not that bad. Ranma had told her that he would be living in the school, and not in some random apartment, where he would meet a some strange girl... maybe they would...
BAKA AKIRA! Akira thought, hitting her head with her palm. How could you even think like that?
But as much as she hated to admit it, Akira was fearful in losing her best friend, and possible boyfriend. Sure, they never talked about romance, and things like that, but Akira still hoped that Ranma would finally see her more than a friend, and as a woman in need of love.
She had thought that living together would make them closer. It worked. Ranma picked up on her habits, knew what she had liked, and disliked. Akira learned too, as she slowly let Ranma open himself up a bit on a past he seems reluctant to share.
But now that he had moved out, she had to content herself in some visits during her free time. Ranma promised he would visit her too, during his free times, but knowing him, he would probably just go out when he had a lot in his mind.
Finally, Akira got out of her bike, and grabbed the stuff Ranma asked her to bring. It consisted of some Mangas he never got to bring, and some DVDs he had liked to watch, like Rune Soldier Louie, Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, and low and behold, Chobits and Boys Be.
Akira was first surprised that Ranma was a romance buff, and silently wanted to ask him why it seems to be that way. After all, Ranma was a man of action. You can never take the fight out of him, because the fight usually comes to him.
Walking towards the grounds, she noticed a small group piling up a in a Board usually used to announce stuff and news. She was about to ignore them, when she saw a woman in the bright yellow tight dress and long brown hair. It was Hinako, Ranma's old teacher.
Walking towards the board, and was about to greet her, when she saw the picture in the board. "NANI?!"
In the board, it was the picture of Ranma, riding a wooden horse, and a dildo stuck in his butt.
GTO: Great Teacher Onizuka Ranma
Lesson 4: Assumptions are the Bases of all Errors
On the Director's room, Director Sakura watched the crowd gathering at the board, staring, and pointing. Some had disgusted face. Most of them were in shock.
Yet, no matter how varied the reaction was, Director Sakura knew what was on the board. The last time it happened, the teacher quit after waves and waves of those types of pictures circled around in a week.
"So, they are starting again..." Sakura whispered. "the bullying of teachers, courtesy of Class 3-4."
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There she was, Akira Kazama, one of the most feared gang members in the history of Japan, now turned mechanic, looking at the picture of Ranma, eyes closed, and smiling, hands tied, and riding a horse with a dildo in his butt.
"What... what is this?!" she heard Hinako whisper in disbelief. It seems that Ranma's old teacher was shocked. "How could Onizuka-san do this?"
The last statement clicked on Akira's mind, as she gritted her teeth. Forming Ki in her hand, she dove towards the board, in the surprised faces of all those staring at the picture, and punched the face of Ranma on it, with a loud 'BANG!', utterly destroying Ranma's face in the picture.
Hinako's shock, from Ranma's picture, to Akira's appearance and utter destruction of Ranma's face in the picture. Akira paused a bit, as the board now supported a hole made by her fist. After taking a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes narrowly, and turned to face the crowd.
"You people get out of my face, before you end up like this picture," she growled. The tone, the low volume, and the way it was spit out made most of the girls fearful, and most boys scared stiff. Akira was not impressed by their standstill. "Didn't you hear me?" she gave a sarcastic, but evil smile. "SCRAM!"
Now, the last shout made everyone, but Hinako run for the hills, leaving the heavily breathing mechanic, with her eyes still narrow with anger. Hinako froze a bit.
The way Akira had acted... it was scary. Hinako knew that Akira and Onizuka-san's relationship was deep with trust, and loyalty. She had seen it when she had come to Akira's shop, asking for Ranma's cell number. Instead of taking out her own cellphone, taking the number in the Phone Book, and dictating the number, Akira spoke it out like she memorized it.
"Akira-san..." Hinako slowly began. "Are you okay?"
Akira glared at her for a bit, but after a few moments, her eyes relaxed. "No, I am not alright."
Hinako sighed. "Look, Akira-san... I'm sure Onizuka-san has his reasons to do this..." Hinako pointed at the picture. "But please... it might be his taste, and I know it comes to shock you..."
"Do you really believe that I am angry at Ranma for his sexual fetishes, if he had any?" Akira began, looking at her with narrow eyes. "No. The one reason... no, make that THE only reason why I am so worked up because the man you see in the picture, is not Ranma."
Hinako's eyes widened, and everything turned to monochrome... then colored again. "Nani?" she replied weakly. "The picture... the man... is not Onizuka-san? But the face..."
"Yes, the face is exactly like his," Akira replied. "But the body is not." Pointing at the arms and back, Akira stated, "See the muscles? Not too toned, and not even formed well. I know Ranma. Although he might have a small frame, that small frame has a very ample amount of healthy, lean muscles." Then, she points the buttocks. "And I am very sure that Ranma has no scar in the butt."
Hinako looks at the butt, and frowns. There was a slice wound on it. But then... "Ano, Akira-san, how do you know that Onizuka-san's behind has no scar?"
Akira blushed a bit at the question. Well, the real reason was that Akira seen Ranma's butt a few times, peeking in the bathroom. "Well, I accidentally walked in him in the bathroom before," she lied. "I just saw it... you know."
"Oh, you did?" Hinako asked, blushing a bit as well. Well, Onizuka has a nice butt, no doubt about that. Even if it was the fact that Onizuka was an old student of hers, she could not help her 18 year old body thinking about it.
Akira's embarrassment went away, now that the current situation was weighing heavily upon her. Staring back at the picture, she silently tried to figure out what... or maybe who was behind this. The face was unmistakable, but the body was definitely not Ranma's. Now, the headless picture question... How did they put Ranma's face on someone else's body?
"Good morning people!" Ranma shouted, making the eyes of Hinako and Akira widen in surprise.
"Onizuka-san!" Hinako jumped a bit. Akira did as well. How Ranma could easily get behind them easily without being detected was beyond them.
Then, Akira remembered the picture behind her, and moved a bit, to cover Ranma's view. But due to her nervousness, her movements made her more suspicious, and Ranma moved his head a bit. Akira moved along with the head, now really, really nervous.
"Hey, Akira, what are you hiding behind you?" Ranma asked.
"Me?" Akira laughed nervously. "I'm not hiding anything... nope, nothing at all..."
Without saying anything, Ranma grabbed Akira's shoulders. Heat rose to the ex-biker gang member's shoulder as she felt Ranma's hands, his warm breath, and his beautiful blue gray eyes on her, staring at her.
"Ranma..." Akira began, but was cut off when Ranma put his index finger in her full red lips.
"Shhh," Ranma began, and neared his lips towards hers. Akira closed her eyes, as Ranma came towards her, and kissed her fully in the lips...
"Ano, Akira-san, why are you putting your lips out?" Hinako asked. Akira's eyes opened, and her daydream vanished like a puff of smoke.
Akira looked at Ranma, who had grabbed her shoulders, moved his head a bit, and was looking at the picture, which Akira had wanted to hide. It seems Ranma had grabbed her shoulders to stop her from moving and blocking his view.
Akira's face turned white. She silently cursed in a lot of Japanese curse words. If there were any weaknesses Akira had, one of them showed up. Close contact with Ranma leaves her a bit... breathless. But it was only now that her mind went on some daydream.
"Whoa, who the heck put this picture on?" Ranma asked, curious. "Kinda of a sicko, isn't he?"
"Ranma, look," Akira began, looking at Ranma with serious eyes. "I'll get to the bottom of this. I now you want a piece of it, but let me take care of this."
"Eh? Piece? Piece of what?" Ranma asked, looking at her with curious eyes.
Akira was surprised a bit. Of all things Ranma was, he was a very bad liar. Even a kid could pick up on that, and in his actions, he didn't seem angry, or even balling his fist up, promising to give a swift punishment who wanted to dishonor him using fake pictures.
"I am going to find out who is posting this... this pictures and give him or her a good ass kicking," Akira said bluntly.
"Huh? What for?" Ranma asked, and began studying the picture again.
"WHAT do you mean WHAT FOR?!" Akira shouted to Ranma's ear. The Wild Horse cowered, and covered his ears a bit at Akira's outburst.
"Oy, I can hear fine, thank you," Ranma muttered, glaring at her. Taking his hands out of his ears, he gave a small glare to the woman. "And why are you so humped up about this perverted picture?"
Akira snapped. Okay, fine, she could control her temper once in a while, and she would usually give Ranma a benefit of the doubt once he starts putting his foot in his mouth, but now... no was a VERY different story. The answers were plainly in the eyes of Ranma! "I'm talking about this!" Akira pointed at the face of the picture... "THAT! SEE THAT! NOW CAN YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I AM SHOUTING?!"
"Eh? Why are you so mad at a faceless man?" Ranma asked, looking at where Akira was pointing. Akira glared at Ranma. Okay, now it was war. If Ranma keeps on... Akira looked at the picture once again, and then realized something. She destroyed the image of Ranma's face just a few moments ago.
Akira blushed in a very deep shade of red. Once again, she had acted a fool in front of Ranma, balling out like a chicken about to lose its head.
"Don't tell me that man naked riding a wooden horse is your boyfriend," Ranma began, "and you punched the image of his face."
Akira blushed, if possible, even more deeply. If only Ranma knew it was his face in the picture. "No, forget it..." Akira replied. "Sorry for shouting at you..."
"Heck, no way," Ranma muttered, and looked at Akira's eyes. "You're my best friend. I want to know what seem to be bothering you at that moment..."
Akira was trapped. How in the world can she reason her way out of this? She didn't want Ranma to worry... hell, he had seen a lot in his past, especially during High School...
DON'T GO THERE GIRL! Akira thought as memories of her and Ranma during their high school years. Shaking it off, Akira's mind went to almost complete overload, as her mind tried to think of a way to go for the round-house, where she could keep Ranma at bay for the moment.
Then, the solution came easy, as the bell rang across the grounds. Ranma's eyebrows perked up. "Oh man," he muttered. "Sorry, Akira, class time!" With that, he walked back towards the school building. After a few steps, he remembered something. Turning around, Ranma began, "Oh yeah, please bring my Manga up in the room before the roof. You can see a door with my sign on it. Its open, so just dump them there... Oh, are you free today?"
Akira nodded. "Yup, I asked Edge to look after my shop, and took the day off."
Ranma smirked. "What happened to 'Eiji'?" and ran towards his class before could balk her head off.
Akira didn't react at the teasing of Ranma as usual. It was not really unusual, since something weighted heavily in her mind. Ranma wondered about that, but shrugged. Knowing her, Akira would explain herself once she got over it. Ranma rushed towards the class.
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"Why didn't you tell him?" Hinako asked, worried. "Why didn't you tell Onizuka-san about his face in the picture?"
Akira sighed heavily. "I didn't want to worry him. Ranma had a lot to go through during his high school years, and a past he doesn't like to talk about," Akira looked at where Ranma disappeared. "Why should I make him worry?"
"But the picture..."
Akira cut Hinako off. "I will find out who is behind this, and I don't want Ranma to know." Looking back at Hinako, she asked, "Don't you also have class?"
Hinako nodded. "Yes, but I won't be leaving until you tell me what you are up to, Akira-san. Please..."
"Don't worry, Hinako-san," Akira replied, cutting the woman off again. "No one will die..."
Hinako's eyebrows raised as the silent and cold tone scared her. Before Hinako could say anything more, Akira walked away, leaving the former Furinkan High teacher.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the girl with slightly long black hair. "Very nicely done, Kikuchi!" she complemented towards the boy with oval glasses.
The boy with blonde hair done in a barber cut also laughed. "Yup! Miyabi is right! No one can beat our very own Kikuchi! Those images in the board would make that teacher-punk wannabe to dare teach our class, huh?"
The boy with glasses, Kikuchi glanced at the classmates surrounding him, complimenting him. He shrugged. It wasn't so hard for him, though. Since the new teacher was a bit slim, it was easy to find a replacement body.
Posting the picture early in the morning was also easy. Kikuchi was a morning person, able to wake up even before the sun rises without any sleepiness. Even though he had heard new teacher stays in the roof, he never saw him in the grounds when he was posting the picture.
"Hehe, is it me, or is the teacher a bit late today?" the blonde boy began.
"Yeah, you're right, Murai, he is a bit late," one of the blonde's [Murai's] friend with long black hair mentioned.
"Hehehe, maybe the picture scared the shit out of him, Fujiyoshi," another of Murai's friends replied to the boy with long black hair [Fujiyoshi]. This boy had black hair too, but was much shorter, and designed like spikes. The boy's name was Kusano.
"Maybe you are right, Kusano! Hehehe, that was fast!" Fujiyoshi replied. "We thought he would last at least a week! Hell, he only lasted only two days?"
Another girl, Anko, laughed. "Heh, the weakest of the bunch! Just like that baka Yoshikawa!" With that said, the two girls beside Anko laughed out as well. They noticed the boy's absence, but then, knew he would come back. He always does. That's what made things exciting! Everytime the boy got caught, and his session over, he would adapt, and be on a even more serious lookout.
The laugh all died though, when the door slid open, and in came Ranma Onizuka, his face smiling.
"Ah!" Ranma pointed at the students excitedly. "I GOT YOU!"
Miyabi, Murai, his two friends, Anko and her two cohorts, and maybe even Kikuchi seem to freeze. Did Onizuka find them out already? But then, even if he did, the man didn't have a shred of evidence. Kikuchi made sure of that, and put that on his mind once the teacher started accusing them.
But in Ranma's mind, he was pointing at them and shouting at them excitedly with a different reason in mind. So it came to great shock to Kikuchi when Ranma smiled at them cheerfully, and warmly, and stated, "Finally! I thought this class were filled with ever-so-serious bookworms [and like Lesson 3, Ranma used bookworm meaning 'serious students'], but then, what class do I see grouped together, laughing together! This is great!"
Ranma walked towards his desk, smiling like an idiot, surprising everyone. Miyabi took it as a personal insult. How dare the teacher smile at them, and talking to them like that! After seeing the pictures, he should have been bawling his head off, or having that murderous glint in their eyes. After all, all teachers are just like that! All adults are!
Ranma turned to his class, still with a smile, and greeted. "Anyway, good morning class, sorry I'm late."
"Good morning sensei," the students said.
"Ah, this is great! I can finally teach this class wholeheartedly! A class with no smiles or laughs is as depressed as a lost pig!" Ranma chuckled at his own joke, which of course made no sense whatsoever in the whole class.
"What?" "What does he mean by a lost pig?" "Uh... is that a joke?"
Ranma almost facefaulted, then realized they never met Ryouga, so just settled for a scratch in his pig-tail. "Ah, you don't get it... nah, it doesn't matter. As long as I know this class is not a bookworm class."
"Bookworm class?" one of the students finally had to ask. After all, Ranma mentioned it thrice already, twice this day. "What do you mean by bookworm class?"
"Oh, the serious types, you know," Ranma replied. "The class that thinks school is just books and tests. Those kinds of thinking sucks."
Most students raised their eyebrows at that. "Sensei, did you just say what you just said?"
Ranma chuckled. "Hehehe, did you just ask me a question by repeating the words? 'say what you just said...' hehehe, I got that joke." And he laughed out louder.
Most were not really amused, as the question was not intended to be a joke. But it didn't stop more students from delving in more in the subject. "You don't believe school is all books and tests?"
Ranma shook his head. "Heck, no. My first years in high school was as boring as watching a snail cross the empty road." Ranma frowned a bit. "All books, tests, stupid paper work... Heck, if it wasn't for my riva... acquaintances, I would have been bored to death!"
Okay, the whole class was confused. "Didn't you become a teacher to teach?" asked on of the female students.
"Huh?" Ranma looked at the girl, and nodded. "Yeah, but there are more ways in teaching than some bunch of books. Sure, I learned... what do you call this... human eproduction?"
The girl Ranma was talking to blush as she corrected her sensei. "Uhm, Human Reproduction..."
Ranma smiled. "Yeah! That one! I learned that when one of my female friends gave me some help..." Ah, yes those days with Akira. He remembered that day clearly. He was failing his Biology Class, and Akira had taught him to memorize scientific names like 'vagina', 'penis', 'ovary', 'testis' and other weird words, like 'fetus', 'placenta' and others.
Ranma couldn't clearly remember the way the temperature was during that day... well, it wasn't hot for him, but Akira was blushing mad. He always wondered about that. He also wondered what the heck were those words? As far as Ranma can try to know, he never fully understood that subject. He didn't know what 'vagina' or 'penis' really was. The illustrations in Akira's book were really bad. What part of their bodies looked like a oval with some lines? Must be inside in the body...
The students, since they never really understood what Ranma was thinking, were in a state of shock. Did they just hear their homeroom teacher talk about one of his conquests? Most females blushed as images formed in their heads [hey, even 14 year olds have sexual thoughts]. Most males looked disbelieved.
Miyabi and Murai both had murderous glare. Kikuchi just looked at his teacher neutrally.
"Yeah," Ranma went back to reality. "Anyway, as I was saying, I learned human eproduction from the book, but there are other things you can't learn from books alone." Like martial arts... Ranma thought with a smirk. "So, anyway, lets begin the day, shall we?"
The whole class seems to nod, and Ranma was about to begin teaching, when the door suddenly opened, revealing one late, and sleepy eyed boy.
Ranma blinked. Staring at the boy, he asked, "Oh, Yoshikawa, you're in my class?"
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Yoshikawa was running towards his classroom. He was very late now.
After the late night visit of Onizuka-sensei in his room, and spending the sleepless nights trying to figure out how the hell a human just jumped two stories high, walked on the wall to save him, crash down a car, and still live to take him home and burrow his manga? Predictably, those thoughts were responsible in giving him one sleepless night. It was also responsible in making him late.
So, running late, and the fear of being once again dragged to Anko's antics were also in his head... but then, since he was late, he doubt it that Anko and her friends would still try to ambush him... unless they want to cut class, which they never do.
Finally, he arrived at the entrance of his classroom. Taking a deep breath, his mind wandered a bit on trying to find a good excuse to say that he was late. After a few minutes, Yoshikawa shrugged. He would just wing it. Deciding on that, he opened the door, and was greeted with another surprise.
"Oh, Yoshikawa, you're in my class?" Ranma asked, a bit surprised.
The boy could only stare at the man. "Se... sensei?" he walked towards Ranma.
"Yeah..." Ranma replied. He smiled nervously. "Ah, sorry. I didn't see you in class yesterday, so I marked one against you..."
Anko, and her two friends snickered a bit. Not only did they scare the hell out of the boy, but they also gave him one bad mark. But then... how did the teacher know the boy's name if he was absent yesterday?
Then, the girls remembered that the teacher lived in the school. That new information scared the crap out of them. I mean, what happens if Yoshikawa talks? Well, he doesn't, but the teacher is being a bit friendly with the boy. There is still a possibility that their boy-toy might grow some serious balls, and a new mouth.
Anko didn't like suspense. She wanted everything to be in order, and with her newly arisen suspicions, she did a somewhat risky move. Raising her hand, she asked the new teacher: "Onizuka-sensei, when have you met Yoshikawa-san...?"
The mentioned boy froze as he saw the... THE 'GIRL'... ask the new teacher. He was not stupid. He suspected that Anko was gathering information, trying to find out if he talked to the new teacher. After all, why would the girl ask about him, when she just treats him like shit?
But there is still the teacher. He does know that someone is bullying him, but doesn't exactly know who. Yoshikawa prayed to Kami-sama that Ranma would not mess up, or say anything to compromise his somewhat 'shitty' life. Fortunately, the gods seem to answer him, and Ranma grabbed him, and put an arm on the boy's shoulder.
"Yup, this guys one of the greatest!" Ranma replied. "You know how large his manga collection is? A whole shelf," Ranma stretched his arms, "this long, filled with all the good stuff."
Yoshikawa sighed. Saved! Anko seem to look doubtful, but seem to be satisfied. After all, it was well known that Yoshikawa loved Manga and Anime. His knowledge of most series beats Kikuchi's by a lot, and Kikuchi is one of the class' geniuses! But then, knowing Ranma...
"But, Yoshikawa, I saw some DVDs in your room. I never heard of the series, like that La Blue Girl, Can Can Bunny, and others... they sound interesting..." Ranma gave another begging smile. "Hey, once I get my TV and Multiplayer, would you lend me some of those?"
All right, by this time, the whole class' eyes fell on the boy. Yoshikawa gulped, and his face went to a deep shade of crimson and blue. All the girls seem to actually talk about it and even Anko seem to look surprised, bordering shock, actually. Right now, Yoshikawa wanted to disappear and die.
"Okay, lets start the day, alright?" Ranma began. "Yoshikawa, take your seat. You were late, but since its only the first day, I can excuse you, alright?"
The boy nodded, thankful that the discussion was over. Taking his seat, which was about exactly 180 degrees away from Anko's position, he sat down. But as he did, he found out that the last comment the teacher made stuck to the minds of the girls, as they looked at him curiously. Some looked at him disgustingly, but then, that was normal.
With the boy in his seat, Ranma now decided to start with his lessons. "Alright, lets begin..."
Before Ranma could do anything, a shout rang through the halls.
"ONIZUKA! PREPARE TO FACE MY WRATH!"
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Vice Principal Uchiyamada still ahs not recovered from the ultimate blow on his wallet. He really thought keeping the car in school because it was safer that way... but now, he knew that was not the case. Instead of coming to school tomorrow, kissing his Virgin White Cresta, he came to school, and witnessing his 'devirginzed' car. In short, wrecked car.
"Hey, have you heard?" "What? The rumors that the new teacher in Class 3-4?" "Yeah, they said he totally wrecked the car! The witnesses said..."
Uchiyamada froze. His hands began to twitch as he formed it into fists. ONIZUKA! YOU DID IT?!
"Yeah... the guy just jumped down to save this kid..." "Ha! Who would actually believe that? The new teacher, walking a wall, and survive in landing in the car?"
Out of all that, Uchiyamada only heard 'landing on the car' bit, and his face went red with fury. Onizuka... Onizuka... Onizuka... DAMN YOU ONIZUKA! With that, the old man Uchiyamada ran with speeds rivaling the Saotome Final Technique [which is 'Running Away], as he rushed towards the school building, towards classroom 3-4.
"ONIZUKA! PREPARE TO FACE MY WRATH!" Uchiyamada shouted, and grabbed the handle of the sliding door, and slid the door open.
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"ONIZUKA! PREPARE TO FACE MY WRATH!" the voice shouted, and the door slid open, revealing a very red and furious Vice Principal. The whole class seem to be quiet, all surprised.
They knew that the Vice Principal was a... turd, for the lack of better term, but then, it was weird for him in shouting like that. After all, wasn't he the one who always preached about Discipline? Most students agreed. Uchiyamada was a hypocrite.
But maybe what surprised them the most was their new teacher, Onizuka, who instead of looking at the man like some kind of ass kisser, he just stood there, surprised. It was weird. Why? Well, its because the Vice Principal seems to be out for Onizuka's blood, considering his facial color and expression. Surely, Onizuka would at least cower from a man who has power over him!
But instead of seeing a scared face, they saw Onizuka having one annoyed expression. "Vice Principal, what do you want?"
"DON'T PLAY INNOCENT WITH ME, ONIZUKA!" Uchiyamada shouted. "I KNOW YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DESTROYED MY WHITE CRESTA!"
Ranma gulped. CRAP! That white car was HIS?! Making an innocent face [very badly, I might add], he began to deny. "Huh? No, I didn't! Why would I?"
"IF YOU DIDN'T, THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST LOOK AT ME IN THE FACE?!" Uchiyamada pointed.
While the two adults were arguing, Kikuchi took out his camera. The angry face of Uchiyamada gave him a spark of an ingenious and almost downright dirty idea. Taking some pictures, Murai, the boy with short blonde hair, looked at Kikuchi curiously.
After a few rows, Ranma had enough. Uchiyamada was beginning to call him names, like destroyer, idiot, and then, coward. The last word sent one murderous glare towards Uchiyamada.
Ranma approached the shouting Vice Principal, and grabbed his bald head firmly. The motion made the older man yelp in surprise.
Ranma faced the class. "Excuse me, my dear students. I'm going to have some good exchange with this old man," he said neutrally. And with that, he dragged the Vice Principal by his bald head.
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Once Ranma had left, the class burst out laughing.
"Whoa! The Vice Prick was MAD!" "It was about the rumor that Onizuka wrecked his car." "Well, talk about stupidity. Instead of us scaring the teacher away, he pisses the Prick off, and fires himself!"
While others were talking about the fight, a few students grouped near Kikuchi's table.
"So, Kikuchi, what do you think of the teacher?" Miyabi asked, her voice softening.
"He is good," Kikuchi finally spoke, calmly. "Did you see his reaction when he came in the class? It was like nothing was bothering him. It was either he didn't see the picture I prepared for him, or he didn't mind at all."
Murai snorted. "I think he didn't see it," he replied. "I mean, who in one's sane mind would let that type of image slide?"
"That's not possible," Fujiyoshi, one of Murai's closest companion, replied. "I saw him, as I looked out of the window. He was with Hinako-sensei and another woman... I don't know who she was, but she was stopping the baka from seeing the picture. He did see it though."
Kikuchi frowned. "Hmm... a challenge..." with that, he took a cig out of his pocket, and took a lighter out. Lighting it, he began to take a few puffs.
The girl, Miyabi, seemed to look at the boy with an impatient expression. "Kikuchi..."
The boy looked at her, moving his eyes and not his head. "Don't worry. I have another plan in my mind... maybe this time, our new teacher would snap."
In another part of the class, Yoshikawa was looking trying to listen in to what Kikuchi and the others were saying. He knew what their plans were, since the class has been doing it ever since last year.
Due to the fact that Kikuchi's and Yoshikawa's seats were just a few meters apart, it was easily to listen through the noise. He heard what they were planning. "Pictures... just like the last teacher..." Yoshikawa whispered to himself silently. He remembered the last female teacher. Kikuchi had done a special, with her face in a naked body. The teacher was never the same after that.
Yoshikawa frowned. He wanted no part of this. He was one of those rare students that neither done anything to try to kick the teachers out, but didn't do anything to stop it. After all, he was pre-occupied with Anko.
After last night, though, the boy decided not to let the same thing happen to Ranma. After all, he owed him, not only for saving his life, but at the least gain some of his sanity. The words of Ranma always came back to him.
I hate people who throw their lives selfishly... If you want, I'll teach you how to defend yourself...
While Yoshikawa pondered about those words, he felt a warm hand move up to his shoulders. He froze. Another hand came towards his cheek, and soft tingling sensation on his neck was felt. He knew who it was that sneaked up behind him.
"Yoshikawa..." Anko whispered in his ear. "Good to see you again..." She smirked. "That is what I like about you. No matter how hard it is, you always come back for more. You little sadistic pervert. Looks like my sessions are going to be more intense now, huh?"
Yoshikawa shivered. The fear he felt went down to his spine, down to his core... it was intense. "Uehara-san... please don't..." he whispered hoarsely.
"Don't want?" Anko asked in a sweet sugary voice.
"I don't want anymore..." Yoshikawa replied. "Please..."
"I love my little boys begging," Anko replied. "Hehehe... watch your back, little boy." And with that, her hands left his face, much to his relief. Yet, it didn't stop him from fearing his future.
Outside, there was still a row. Uchiyamada and Ranma were shouting at each other. The final shout came from Ranma. "DON'T YOU DARE BOTHER ME ANYMORE, YOU BALDING MAN! IF A CAR IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A STUDENTS LIFE, YOU NEED SOME SERIOUS 'SEIKO' [he meant psycho] THERAPY!"
"HOW DARE YOU YO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT...!"
"I DARE! Now, leave me alone. I am here to teach!"
With that said, the class door slid open, revealing Ranma. Walking in, he looked at the class again. "Sorry about that," he said, frowning a bit. "It's just that bald guy keeps pissing you off, I swear he is a female in that day of the month."
With that mentioned, most girls glared at their teacher for his insensitivity. But the level of glare was most intense in Miyabi's face. She looked at the male teacher with pure hate and anger. "How dare YOU say that!" she demanded.
Ranma looked at Miyabi. "Why? Isn't it true?" he shrugged. "Some girls goes PMSing once every month... but then, I know some girls who are always like that, everyday in their life..." Then, he stopped when he noticed one of the students. "Hey you!" Ranma pointed at the boy with glasses.
Kikuchi smirked. Let's see how the teacher will react to this... Standing up, Kikuchi just looked at the teacher neutrally. "Yes, sir?"
"Do you know smoking is against the rules?" Ranma asked.
"Yes, so?" Kikuchi replied. Ranma didn't reply, just raised his eyebrows. After a few moments of staring at each other in the eyes, Ranma shrugged.
"Cool," Ranma muttered, and took out his own his cigarette. "If you can smoke, than I can too, ne?"
Okay, the class 3-4 was used to have weirdness around. After all, most of the students try their hardest to get their teachers fired... but this just brakes the record.
1) The teacher talks about his sexual conquests...
2) Acts calmly, even though he saw a very insulting picture on the grounds...
3) He had a fight with the Vice-Principal...
4) and now, he is SMOKING! IN CLASS!
After lighting his cigarette, Ranma took his bag out. Still looking at Kikuchi, who now had a surprised face, he took his book out. "Just don't say this to anyone," Ranma muttered, and took a puff, letting the nicotine calm him down. "Ah..." he puffed out. "Nothing beats nicotine relaxing the nerves..."
Kikuchi just stared at Onizuka with a mysterious smile. Oh, right now, he was going to love trying to make the teacher snap. If Kikuchi loved something, it was a challenge. And right now, Onizuka Ranma was definitely a challenge.
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Classes proceeded smoothly, except that there were rumors of a mysterious figure dressed in black leather and helmet was sneaking along the grounds. Ranma had wondered about that, knowing the descriptions fairly well. It sounded fairly like Akira... but even if she was around, why did she wear her helmet? She usually uses her helmet to tone her temper, and mood, giving her an edge to her enemies.
After teaching class 3-4, he also went to teach in class 3-2, and 3-5, and had a long lunch break. Instead of joining everyone in the cafeteria, Ranma enjoyed himself in going up to his room, and to the rooftop.
Up in the roof, it was different from the nightly retreats that Ranma allowed himself to have in Nerima. In Nerima, he also had to watch out for any fiancée, sneaking ninjas or attackers, and not to mention rain. But since Ranma had thrown all of those things away, he completely enjoyed himself under the blue sky. Enjoying it so much, that he didn't notice that he fell asleep.
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A small movement in his arm was all it took to wake Ranma up. Opening his eyes, he blinked a bit as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.
"Hey, Onizuka-san, I think I know what you did before that I had to call you a delinquent," a female voice called. Ranma recognized the voice at once.
"Hinako-sensei..." Ranma muttered, then his mind went towards the part where Hinako had said she new something. Ranma stood up, and looked at his left. He saw nothing. Turning to his right, he saw the brown haired woman smiling at him. "You know?!"
Hinako nodded. "Yes! You were a sleepy head, and slept in my class, right?!"
Ranma face-faulted. For a moment there, he thought Hinako would have found him out in being the former Saotome. "Uh... yeah..." he muttered, his mouth still on the pavement.
"Ah, it was in the past," Hinako replied, sitting down with Ranma. "Right now, you are teaching, a very noble profession. It is our job to ensure children to have a better future."
Ranma smirked. "I wonder why you seem to always get mad at Saotome," Ranma muttered. "Do teachers do that?"
Hinako laughed nervously. "Hey, Ranma Saotome was an exception!" she replied. "I always liked the kid. Sure, he sleeps most of the time, and hardly ever does anything great academically, but at least he lived like he wanted... or so I thought." She frowned.
Ranma looked at his former teacher. "What do you mean, 'or so I thought' comment?" Ranma asked.
"I never did understand him," Hinako began sadly. "Only when he disappeared those many years ago, did I try to know him better. Sigh... I never knew..."
"Knew what?" Ranma asked, curious.
"How much he had to go through," Hinako replied sadly. "And you remember him. He always had this cocky smile in him, or that cute sleepy look every time I lecture. I never knew that inside, his life was bothering him. Do you think he ran away because he could never speak up, Onizuka-san?"
Ranma looked at the concrete for a moment, contemplating on his answer. After finally thinking about it, he spoke, "Maybe he did. The old Ranma Saotome we knew never could brake the honored engagements..."
"Ah, but he is out there, somewhere, ne?" Hinako replied. "You know what would be so cool?"
Ranma looked up. "What?"
"Ranma Saotome comes in here, studies and finally finish High School!" Hinako laughed. "I would love to see him again!"
Ranma smiled. "He is closer than you think," he whispered softly. With that, he stood up, and saw the sun in the sky. "How long did I sleep?" Ranma asked.
"Don't know," Hinako began. "It's three in the afternoon, already."
Three hours... Ranma thought. Looking around him again, he felt the wind blowing more strongly than before. Perfect time for some training... speaking of training...
"Ano... excuse me, Onizuka-sensei..." Yoshikawa's head appeared from the doorway. "Are you here?"
Hinako and Ranma both stared at the Yoshikawa as he entered the rooftops. "Oh, hey, Yoshikawa-kun!" Hinako called.
"Oh... Hinako-sensei, Onizuka-sensei," Yoshikawa replied, seeing the two teachers, surprised. "Sorry, I didn't know it was a bad time... I'll be leaving..." and with that, he turned to his back, and was about to walk away, when Ranma just laughed.
"Hahaha, don't worry, Yoshikawa, Hinako-sensei and me were not doing anything," Ranma smiled, and put a warm hand on Hinako's shoulder. "We go way back, and she was my old teacher."
Hinako blushed at the hand in her shoulders, and Yoshikawa looked very perplexed. What did Ranma mean that Hinako-sensei was his old sensei? He looked older than she was!
Seeing the curiosity and question in Yoshikawa's eyes, Ranma decided to change the subject. He didn't want to bring up the past. "So, Yoshikawa, what brings you here?"
Anko was threatening me, so I went here, pretend I want to train myself, and hope Anko just leaves home, and ignore me? "Ano, I was thinking about your offer..." Yoshikawa lied. "I was thinking if we could... you know, start now?"
Hinako looked at Ranma. "What did you offer him, Onizuka-san..." she grinned. "Nothing perverted, I hope."
Ranma blushed. "No, nothing like that... Just some martial arts..."
Hinako looked at Ranma in surprise. "Martial Arts?"
Ranma nodded nervously. "Yeah... I learned Aikido and some other styles. I'm pretty good, actually," he gave a weak laugh, in his mind, hoping to not let Hinako catch on that he was really the REAL Ranma Saotome. "You wanna watch Hinako-sensei?"
"Nah," Hinako waved her hand. "I have to get home, and prepare for the next day. You should too, you know."
"Hai, sensei," Ranma replied.
Hinako nodded, stood up, and wiped a few dusts off her dress, and walked away. Yoshikawa and Ranma watched her for a moment, and when she left the roof, Ranma smiled towards the boy.
"Alright, Yoshikawa, lets see what type of art is compatible to you..." Ranma smirked.
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Yoshikawa was one frail, and weak boy. Ranma knew that when he assessed his strength, by asking him to punch his palm, and his endurance, by telling him to punch his open palm as long as he could.
But Ranma did not look down on Yoshikawa because of those weak punches or weak endurance. His small frame made him speedy, fast, and quick. It was so obvious the way he punched Ranma's open palm many times.
Aikido came to Ranma's mind, but he didn't want Yoshikawa to depend himself only in one style. As he told Yoshikawa to take a rest, he pondered on the many martial arts styles he knew, and created. There were a few varied 'pure' self-defense techniques, which he can start off with. After all, no need to rush the poor boy just wanting to escape the bullying, right?
But then, building his muscles up, and his speed and endurance at the same time would take some work. Smiling to himself, Ranma knew the solution he came for. It seems I need Edge and Gan's help on this one... "Yoshikawa?"
"Hai?" Yoshikawa replied nervously, dreading the upcoming orders. Sure, for now it wasn't that bad... but what would he do if Onizuka-sensei asked hi to do push-ups, or weights? Ah, its going to be bad...
"Yoshikawa, I think I have a solid idea what type of martial arts you can work on for the meantime," Ranma began. "But before that, you have to train your body a bit. I want you to start with some stretches..."
Before Yoshikawa could ask what type of stretches, Ranma showed him some simple yet effective stretches. Ranma emphasized on the shoulders, saying it was going to be used often, and the knees as well. Yoshikawa, for some reason, remembered the stretches.
"Alright, you try," Ranma began, standing straight. "Start with the arm, shoulders and elbows..."
Yoshikawa did as he told, and began to do three exercises. Ranma never made him rest, and for some reason, his muscles felt hot. It was until Ranma said stop, was Yoshikawa able to take a relax stance.
The boy didn't feel tired. Actually, he felt... good.
"Ranma-sensei," Yoshikawa began, "I feel... better... I think."
"Ah, that's good, using my first name now..." Ranma nodded proudly. "This is just the basics though, but it will be your core training. I want you to do the stretches everyday, alright, even if we are not going to train during that day, alright?"
Yoshikawa nodded. "Ano, sure, Onizuka-sensei... but is this only what you will be teaching me?"
Ranma shook his head. "Sorry, but for now, memorize this, okay?"
Yoshikawa nodded. "Okay, Ranma-sensei..."
"Good, now try the leg exercises, and then tomorrow, I'll start teaching you the basics..." Ranma nodded his head.
Yoshikawa nodded, and began the leg exercises, he wondered if he would say anything to Ranma about Kikuchi's plan. He began the squats when he decided he stalled long enough, and spoke out.
"Ano, Onizuka-sensei," Yoshikawa began.
"Call me Ranma when we are here, alright?" Ranma asked, smiling at the boy.
"Hai... Ranma-sensei, did you see a picture earlier?" Yoshikawa asked.
Ranma frowned. "Yes..." he replied.
Yoshikawa frowned. "Oh..." he began. So it seems Ranma did see it... that meant Kikuchi was correct, if he heard him correctly the boy with glasses correctly. "Ranma-sensei, I have to tell you something..."
"What is it?" Ranma asked.
"I know who is responsible in posting the picture..." Yoshikawa said breathlessly. Here he was, doing something very out of character. Reporting one of his classmates to their teacher.
Ranma raised his eyebrows at that. "Oh, really?"
"Yes," Yoshikawa replied. "I know you are angry... and interested."
Ranma scratched his head. "Why does it seem everyone is stating me that I am angry or even interested in a faceless picture?"
Yoshikawa blinked at that. "Faceless picture?"
"Yeah," Ranma replied. "Everyone, even my friend stated that I should not worry myself over a faceless picture. Why should I? It's not like it was me in it! Hahahaha..." Ranma laughed.
Yoshikawa could only look at Ranma laughing, and found himself confused. Either Ranma was denying he was angry, or pretending not to be interested... but his laugher gave him away. It was a laugh of pure amusement, no anger or prejudice in it. "Ranma-sensei... you are strong..."
"Eh?" Ranma muttered, not really getting what Yoshikawa had meant. "Of course I am strong! I am the best, after all!"
Yoshikawa smiled, as he finished his stretches. Unknown to him, there was a figure hiding in the shadows, listening to everything he had just said. The figure moved away, and Ranma looked back where the figure was. The man's eyes narrowed.
"Alright!" Ranma smiled as Yoshikawa finished his stretches. "Tomorrow I will be able to make a program for you. Your training will be intense for one week, so I do hope you'll be prepared."
"Hai, Ranma-sensei..." Yoshikawa replied.
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Yoshikawa went down the stairs feeling a bit better. It was already 3:30, having spent most of the time talking to Onizuka. It was... interesting, to say the least. Asking him how he became good, Ranma gave a vague answer of being trained most of his life.
There was also a Manga Trade, where Ranma traded some of his finished Manga and gave it to Yoshikawa. Now, Yoshikawa had .Hack\Sign, Magic Knight Rayearth, and another one, all in one plastic bag.
Yoshikawa looked back towards the roof, and sighed. Looking back down, he continued on his way down... where he saw a hand going towards him.
"Oh..." he muttered before the hand grabbed his neck, and pinned him to the wall. A figure in black leather with black helmet in a skull design.
"I heard you..." the faceless voice in the helmet said neutrally. "Tell me. Who is responsible in posting the pictures?"
The hand held tightly, but yet, somehow loosely in his neck. "Who are you?" Yoshikawa asked. It wasn't Anko, that was obvious. The girl was a bit shorter than Anko, and a bit stronger.
The figure seemed to be impatient. "Tell me..." the figure hissed, and tightened the grip. Yoshikawa swallowed.
"It's Kikuchi Yoshito... my classmate..." Yoshikawa replied.
"Where can I find him?" the figure asked.
"I really don't know..." Yoshikawa replied truthfully. Thinking of the last time, he remembered Kikuchi seem to do his imaging in the school. Yoshikawa didn't actually really know the exact reason, but it had to with ideals. "But I think I know where you can find him..."
The figure seems to smile. "Do tell..."
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In the computer room, Murai and his two friends were laughing out loud as Kikuchi was replacing the face of Onizuka and the Vice-Principal in two faceless guys locked in a homosexual kiss.
Kikuchi had a weak smile on. Of all the things, he liked to keep things professional, but Murai and his two cohort's laugh were strangely infectious. He smiled.
Then, like a strike of lightning, the door of the computer room suddenly burst open, revealing a figure in clad of black leather.
"Where is Kikuchi Yoshito?" the figure asked. Murai and his two friends suddenly frowned, and stood in between Kikuchi and the figure, their fist closed.
"What do you want with him?" Murai demanded.
"Unfinished business," the figure replied.
The three musketeers [Murai and his two friends] growled, and charged towards the lone figure, with their fist out. Kikuchi watched with wide eyes as the figure didn't seem to move from his place, but was able to place three punches towards the three boys, and knocked them out cold.
With the Three Musketeers fell, Kikuchi stared at the figure walking towards him. "So, you are Kikuchi..." the figure declared.
The boy stood up, spread his feet a bit. "What if I am?" Kikuchi asked.
"Tell me one thing," the figure said. "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Kikuchi asked.
"Insult my friend with the picture you made earlier," the figure replied. "Insult Ranma."
"Onizuka?" Kikuchi sounded surprise. This was new. If the teacher was going to get revenge, at least he could do was hire a mercenary who was silent about it... unless this mercenary was going to kill him.
Kikuchi backed away nervously. His face showed no emotion, but inside, his heart and mind were conflicting. He knew he could fight, after all, he did know Karate-do... but that was years ago. And this man... or woman knew how to fight, disposing three ably bodied boys at once.
"So, he thinks hiring you is going to stop me from publishing more photos?" Kikuchi stated calmly.
"Hire?!" the figure asked coldly. "Ranma didn't hire me. He doesn't even know I am here." The figure cracked his or her knuckles. "He doesn't even know what you have been doing."
"Then why do you ambush me?" Kikuchi asked.
"Figure it out..." the figure replied, and was about to lunge towards Kikuchi when a masculine voice came from behind the figure.
"Ah, so that is why you were sneaking around, Akira!"
The mentioned figure turned around, and saw Ranma smiling at her, leaning on the edge of the doorway, with a small smile.
"Ranma..." the figure muttered.
Kikuchi looked, and saw his homeroom teacher the door. "Onizuka..."
Ranma saw the boy in glasses. "Hey Kikuchi," he greeted. "What's up? Hope you are not smoking, ya know. It's unhealthy. Whoa... what is this?" Ranma pointed at the computer screen. "Hey... what the hell... is that me and that prick Uchiyamada... KISSING?!"
Kikuchi smiled. "Yes, Onizuka..." with that, he turned back to the computer, and began to write something.
Akira turned to Ranma. "This is what I have been hiding from you, Ranma. This... asshole has been using your face and putting it into pictures. This morning, the picture you saw, the one riding a wooden horse... it had your face in it. I punched it out."
Ranma scratched his head. "Is that true?"
"Yes it is," Kikuchi replied, walking towards them, with a paper in his hand. "The wonder of computer technology. You can put any face to any body, and with a little art, you can make anything..." and saying that, he gave the paper to Ranma.
Ranma looked surprised as he held the paper. It was made of the paper used in photographs, and it had Ranma and Uchiyamada kissing. Looking at his student, he raised his eyebrows. "Is this fake?"
"100 percent, except your face and Uchiyamada's," Kikuchi declared proudly.
Akira twitched. The boy looked, and sounded so smug. "Ranma, get out of the way, and let me kick his ass..."
Ranma looked at the photo curiously. "Kikuchi, can you do this with anyone?"
The boy looked at the man curiously, and pondered at the question he just asked. "Uh... yes."
Ranma smirked. "Cool! Hey, Kikuchi, I need a favor! I want more of this pics!"
Akira and Kikuchi looked at Ranma, shocked. "NANI?!" Akira demanded. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I want his skills," Ranma pointed out.
"Let me get this straight, Onizuka," Kikuchi began, "you want my skills, in making more of your embarrassing pictures?"
"What? Nah, different pictures..." Ranma smiled. "Hey, tomorrow, I'll ask you in class, and I'll give you some material to use, alright?"
"What makes you think I'll do it for you?" Kikuchi asked.
"Nothing... but I can pay ya, if you want," Ranma replied. "Alright, we have a deal alright?"
"Onizuka, I have not said..."
Ranma cut him off. "Cool! Tomorrow, okay?" and with that, Ranma left, grabbing Akira along, leaving the confused... make that a very confused Kikuchi.
What the hell happened?
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"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Akira demanded, taking off her helmet. "What did you just do?! DID YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?! HE..."
Ranma covered his ears. "Yes, Akira, I know. He did a good explanation himself, actually. And do tone down your volume... I can grow deaf, ya know."
"Oh, I am not hearing this!" Akira took a few steps away from Ranma, and paced in front of him, going left and right, taking a few deep breaths. "Okay... Ranma, I want an explanation, and I need one now..."
"Explain what?" Ranma asked.
"Why didn't you just let me kick his ass?" Akira asked. "Why the hell did you just back out? I had every right to beat the crap out of him! Why?"
Ranma sighed. "Sigh, look, Akira, I know you are angry, and I am too, but then, when it comes down to it, its not so bad."
"What is not so bad?!" Akira almost shouted. "That kid is practically trying to ruin your image!"
Ranma snorted. "Its all fake, Akira," Ranma shrugged. "And did you see the expression the kid had? It was wanting... no, expecting a beating. He was goading us to hit him. I knew that face. I had the same face every time I fought our enemies, remember?"
Akira nodded. "Yes, but..."
"Besides, I needed the kid!" Ranma smiled. "He was artistic! I didn't even notice!" He showed the picture Kikuchi had printed. "Did you see this? Its like its real! Now, that is talent!"
Akira sighed. "what did you need him for anyway?"
Ranma smiled. "Ah, now that, is a secret..."
Akira groaned. "I hate it when you say that..."
Ranma shrugged. "So what? I never did care..."
Akira growled. "Jerk."
To Be Continued...?
=-+ | Next Day | +-=
"Alright, that is it for today..." Ranma smirked as he saw Murai and his two friend's face grimacing as they held their stomach. The blonde boy just glared at him.
I'll get you Onizuka! Murai thought.
"Anyway, Kikuchi, please follow me outside. I have some business to discuss with you..." Ranma muttered.
Everyone stared at Kikuchi as he calmly stood up, and walked towards the new teacher. The students started talking to themselves.
"Was Kikuchi caught?" "I wonder what Onizuka wanted him for?" "Damn... if the teacher caught on, he must be good!"
Miyabi just stared at Kikuchi's retreating back, and glared at their blonde mail teacher. I will get you for this, sensei... she thought.
Onizuka and Kikuchi both stepped outside of the classroom, and the class stood there, quiet. For a few moments of time, they waited patiently, almost in panic, hoping to hear what Onizuka and Kikuchi were talking about.
"NANI?!" Kikuchi shouted.
The whole class stared at the door nervously. What did the teacher do to make Kikuchi, one of the calmest boys in class, shout like that?
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"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!" Kikuchi stared at Onizuka like he was a crazy man. "Oh this is bullshit."
"Oh, come on, you promised me to do this for me!" Ranma muttered.
"I did not promise you, Onizuka!" Kikuchi declared.
"Hey, its not that bad! And I am paying you!" Ranma replied.
"You want me, to waste my time, to put you with this... character?!" Kikuchi showed the picture Ranma had given him to the man himself. In the picture, it showed Rei Ayanami, staring with her red eyes.
"Yeah," Ranma smiled. "Its easy, right?"
"Why not porn? Or another place, as a matter of fact? Why this... character from an Anime Series?" Kikuchi asked.
"Because she is so cool!" Ranma smirked. Placing a hand on the boys shoulder, he said, "Okay, so I expect the pics to be done by next week, right?" Without waiting for the boy's answer, he just smiled, and walked away. "Ah, look at the time. I have class!"
Kikuchi just stared at the picture, and Ranma's retreating back. He looked at the picture gain. "Oh, this is great..." Kikuchi whispered softly.
To Be Continued... Really.
NEXT: Anko and Yoshikawa finally face off, as a week of Ranma's training made the boy... into something else! ANKO vs. YOSHIKAWA! Battle of Pride! NEXT!