Disclaimer: I do not own GTO. However, if any events or persons are similar to real life then it is a coincidence.
This follows GTO the manga, not anime, so some plots and characters will be different as well as some might be new to the readers. Therefore, if there's any confusion please send me an email or just write in the review, then I will reply as soon as possible, okay!!!
Proem
"If you keep calling, someone would answer."
We are not home right now, please leave a message.
This phone number does not exist, please hang up and dial again.
This phone line is busy, please call back later.
Beep…beep…beep…
I do not know how much time had passed this way. I keep calling and calling and hoping…hoping. Now knowing what I had hoping for.
Here, time does not exist
Everything is shrouded in darkness
They are all liars.
"Sin is what drives people to live."
On the cold evening of an everlasting winter of the old year, a pale girl was found with burnout matches in her hands.
The Pandora box, a version of judgment, out of which emerged all the torments of humanity: age, pain, disease, madness……and hope
The little match girl rejoice at Heaven under God's grace to amend human sins or was it Pandora never opened her box - leaving hope as the song of oblivion.
"The fallacy of trust is epidemic."
This street is full of people, crowded with them. Do they know where they are going? Wearing laughter on their faces, they drift away into yesterday dusts.
Engrossed in filth, all of them.
Toy with others' souls
A puppet master and his puppets
Fuck them all!
"Imperfection must be destroyed."
This graying world is driven itself into madness. The once glorifying world, it is now overruns by less than human being. On their search for paths to eternal paradise of happiness left behind mountains of corpses, callous, they felt. Removed themselves from this non surreal world, reality becomes legend, slowly capitulated to fanatic ecstasy.
Sin, people committed and atone
Is there no exception?
No soul alone is pure.
The will to inflict pains upon others.
All of them…
Everyone…
They are all the same.
No differences
This world we live in,
It had always been this way.
One is merely a toy for others.
Those who find joys among tears
This world…
It is empty
This world…
It is…
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Onizuka scratches his butt, "Geez, it's only 12, someone is trying to teach here."
"Teacher, when did you know how to teach?" Noboru asks.
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