Mismatched Eyes

By TimeReaper

A/N: I've been waiting for such a pairing to show up, but no one has ever written one! So I've decided to take matters into my own hand, and explore this couple. After all, I always wondered how such a couple would change the flow of the series. No offence to the main character girl of GTO, but she just seemed plain. So if you haven't noticed yet, this is going to be Onizuka/Urumi fic. Slowly but surely, this story will break off from the book. Enjoy! The second chapter is now out! Took me a while. D

"Talking"

Flashback or emphasis

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Chapter 1: A New Beginning

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"Teach! I don't feel a pulse." Yoshikawa yelled.

"Son of a bitch! Stand back! I'm going to message her chest!" Onizuka yelled which he referred to as CPR. Riding up her dress, he did just that.

Yoshikawa looked at the strange expression on Onizuka's face. He looked oddly disturbing as he blew steam into his hands.

"Come on teach! You got to focus!" Yoshikawa encouraged.

That snapped him back on the task at hand.

"Yeah, you're totally right." he agreed.

"Here, let me help you from the other side." Yoshikawa offered.

"What do you mean her thighs?" Onizuka yelled back.

"Her back! Give me a break, this is serious."

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It's cold... Cold and tingly.

What is it?

"It's called snow." her mom answered.

Urumi looked in wonderment, "Snow?"

"That's right. Snow: a present from the heavens." she continued, kneeling before her with hands clasped to Urumi's shoulders.

"You see Urumi Whenever you feel lonely, just pray for snow." her eyes staring so lovingly at her.

"Ask God to cover you in white, silvery roses. When life gets difficult, don't let it hurt you. Just hide for a little while... until they thaw..."

"...in a world of beauty and light."

"Mama? Are you crying?"

There it is, that forgotten memory. My mother... She took my hands in hers... and they're warm.

That's all.

I wonder why I couldn't remember. Such a deep warmth...

Such an inner warmth...

Her warm caring hands...

Yes... I remember how the felt... So soothing, so big...

...big!

Urumi began awakening, and noticed the big hands wrapped around her. Her eyes traveled up its length to see its owner.

"Onizuka!" she cried out.

She discovered she was in a sleeping bag. She took a peek below, seeing why she felt so naked.

"Yeoww," she cursed beneath her breath as her eyes widened, "I'm all naked under here!"

"And!.. so is he!" she realized, becoming red as a tomato as he hugged her tighter in his sleep.

He mumbled in his sleep, "Ahhhhhh. Hitomi grab my wallet. I need some more massage time..." drool slipping off the side of his mouth.

"Ulp! Onizuka! What are you! Somebody-" she began in panic, squirming to get away but faltered as she found Yoshikawa sound asleep on a bench nearby. Taking in her surroundings from what she could ascertain, she was in an ambulance, if the soft hum of an engine, swaying motion, and medical equipment was any indication. They served to calm her. Glancing back at Onizuka, she couldn't help but smile.

'He came for me...' she concluded, so unlike all the other teachers who were full of empty promises and constant disappointments.

'Just like he promised...'

A sudden feeling of wetness made itself known on her face. Rubbing her cheek with the palm of her hand, she stared at the tears in wonderment.

'Am I crying?' she asked herself, as the tears wouldn't go away. It was strange that sadness was not its significance, but she felt an underlying joy as it flowed. Spending a few moments to gather herself and dry her tears half heartedly, she observed the facial features of her saviour. Stroking away some wisps of hair from his forehead, her hands felt content to feel the warmth which he offered in its slow arc.

'He must be having a pleasant dream...' she ascertained, a small grin plastering itself. He deserved it after all the trouble she had caused. He was the most selfless person that she knew.

"That's what I like about you, Onizuka. You don't have a motive."

"I do have a motive, several in fact."

She giggled. 'Well... maybe not.'

"I'm sorry teacher. I've been a lot of trouble lately. But... it's all over now." she promised herself, "Never again."

"I had felt so alone for so long..." she admitted to herself, before she was brought from her reverie by the goofy smile on his face, "but not anymore."

She carefully extracted his hand around her, to place it in a much more comfortably compromising position. His face seemed to have gained a more healthy tinge to it.

"Ah, Urumi that's nice..." he mumbled in his sleep. She froze.

'Was he awake the whole time?' she chastised herself, feeling embarrassed.

'Is he dreaming about me!' she wondered feeling her cheeks redden at that thought.

"but of course..." he mumbled on, "Urumi's a good girl."

Even while he was asleep, he still was able to make her heart warm. If there was any doubt before about loving him, it was washed away.

"of course," she replied, softly giggling like a teenager. The comfort in his presence lulled her to blissful sleep. Basking in the warmth of him, she responded cheekily, "and you're my favourite customer."

'It's true,' she nuzzled contently and closed her eyes; 'you're my favourite.'

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Returning home, I found the house was in shambles. Paper lay everywhere. But all I see was a blanket of white. Maybe it was for the better. Soon it would all be gone I reminded myself, just as the coming summer extinguishes the snow. A new beginning.

My mother lay on the ground, broken. I gave a lackluster smile at all the lessons I had learned from him. He may not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but he did have much to teach.

Nothing could not be rebuilt, she remembered him saying. With these hands, he could make the impossible, possible.

"Urumi..." I heard her cry silently, "Where are you?"

I lay with her and hugged her firmly from behind in assurance that all that had transpired was not fake.

"I'm here now, mom." I muttered in assurance close to her ear, "we can begin again."

I snuggled into her warmth, finding myself at peace.

My eyes stayed open, gazing at the coming change in anticipation.

"But this time, together."

It seems clear to me now that the most excruciating school term in my life...

...had, at last, come to an end.

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The next morning, she went back to school. She was early, so no one noticed her. She had come to find him and speak to him, alone. She found him on the roof, peacefully gazing at the travelling lantern. But if you looked closely, you could tell he was actually gazing at the city. It had a splendid view.

"Yo, Urumi!" he called out to her, "Come here to catch the morning breeze?"

Looking at him, she could only sarcastically reply. "Yeah, I want to feel worse than I do now." Dripping with sarcasm, then sneezing.

The next thing she felt was a jacket hanging over her shoulder. The warmth was soothing, and his twinge of his scent lingered on it. She smiled at her benefactor. "Thanks." She found herself smiling more and more lately, and not without reason.

"No prob." he responded nonchalantly, "Can't have you feeling under the weather now, can we?" he joked as he went back to his post.

She recalled everything that had happened. The last 24 hours had seemed to move by at a snails pace. So much had happened that she marvelled at the unrelenting perseverance he gave to everyday. She found herself wondering, what blessed him with such strength? But of course there was an answer. His students made him superhuman he had said. She marvelled at how he was so strong.

Much stronger then anyone else.

"Hey Urumi," he called out to her, grabbing her attention, "The sports teams are working so hard in this heat. I know water wouldn't be enough to quench my thirst and then... presto... I came up with this!" he held up a tea bag for her to see. "Pretty smart huh?"

She sweat dropped, trying to make sense of his actions and at the same time, wondering what makes him tick before breaking off into a smile.

'Only Onizuka would think of something like this.' she ended in conclusion shaking her head.

"So what do you think?" he continued, "Summer just ain't summer without cold barley tea. This is my way of supporting athletics." and then he waved towards the boxes full of such aforementioned items.

'Onizuka is always low on funds. There's no way he could have spent this much of a pretty penny for it.' she analyzed, 'There's enough here for a whole year!'

"And where did you sanctify this from?" she questioned.

"The cafe." he enthused as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"The cafe!" she questioned disbelievingly.

"The cafe." he repeated, nodding his head in affirmative, "I asked for it from the cafe."

"And they just gave it to you?" she probed.

"Yeah."

"How'd you get away with that?" she pointed at the boxes, baffled. Urumi was genuinely intrigued as to how he pulled this stunt.

"Don't worry," he winked at her, "I just told them the principal was paying for it."

"Hahaha haha haahaha!" She broke off into laughter, tears in her eyes. "I don't know whether to praise you for this act of ingenious, or praise you for stupidity!"

"Hey, I can be pretty smart when I want to be!" he retorted in defence, but you could tell he was also smiling.

"So I was thinking, I would need a way to get the goods in easy access to the sports teams. I was hoping you could help me out." he scratched his nose.

"Me?" she pointed to herself innocently.

"Yeah. So what do you say, partner in crime! Are you in?" he grinned. "With you with me, it'll be a snatch! Like the old English saying: No possum!"

"Of course. Causing trouble is my forte." she smirked, "And by the way. That's: No problem." making Onizuka scratch his head feeling stupid. But deep inside he was thinking, 'I'm going to kill that English teacher for embarrassing me!' and somewhere else in Holy Forest, the teacher sneezed.

"I was thinking, what better way to distribute barley goodness is there than dumping this stuff into the school water tank." he added, "That way, everyone can enjoy it!"

"Cunning, simple, devious..." she ran the idea through her head. The troublemaker, the inner demon within her was arising again.

"I like it!" she smiled almost giddy with mirth, and almost absolutely sinisterly. Just thinking about it made her blood boil in anticipation. "Hehehe hehehehehehe!"

Onizuka was taken a back, his turn to sweat drop. 'Man! She's really burning up! Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask her... But oh well, too late now.'

"I don't know. It doesn't seem to be a good idea. You could get in a lot of trouble." She tried to hide her excitement.

"You mean you will do it." He rephrased.

"So you do understand!" her hands fluttered to her mouth in mock fascination, imitating an aristocrat, "You're not as shallow as I first thought."

"That was a low blow…" he seemed stricken. But smiled as she seemed to be having fun.

"Great!" he seemed satisfied, "Let me prepare. I'll get this thing rigged in no time!" and he went off to work. He would have to be quick before the authorities got to him. After all, time waits for no one.

Timidly she called out to him. "Onizuka?" she drew his attention.

"yeah?" he took another drag of his cigarette, setting up the barley tea bags for disposal.

"Do you remember our promise?"

"Oh?" he answered back, casually exhaling and turning towards her. "About what?"

She bit her lip. Her earlier giddiness had left her. She was now unusually nervous for some reason. Though making the promise at that time, she must not have been thinking clearly. It was funny how in the heat of the moment she could blast off ludicrous claims, and when perchance the moment may come to pass, she felt nervous and shy. She was usually open and assertive. To have her own promise come back hanging over the fringe of her mind was troubling. She began to berate herself. For what it was worth, Onizuka might not have even taken such a ridiculous promise to heart or even recall it if she feigned ignorance to the matter. Yes.

"Never mind." she dismissed casually, "It's not important."

'He may not even remember the one about allowing him to mould me into his perfect dream girl.' she found reassurance in the haven of her own analysis.

"The one about allowing me to mould you into my perfect dream girl?" he inquired jokingly while scratching the back of his neck, finding the idea to be too good to be true. Becoming wary of the sudden silence, he met her face and it was white as a sheet. Unmasked, she was superficial.

Her head dropping slightly, her blonde locks obscured her expression. But he could make out a curling of the lips. "Yeah..." Urumi whispered, "that one."

"Your not serious," Onizuka replied, "are you?"

Her silence confirmed his suspicions. Though he had voiced what he desired in a women, it was far from what he wanted. They were just fantasies, and fantasies they shall remain.

"Forget about it." he waved his hand in dismissal. Seemingly, she took it the wrong way.

"Do you hate me?" she questioned him, seemingly angry, but wearing a worn expression.

"W-wah! Stop right there! You must have misunderstood something." he confronted her.

"Urumi," he took a-hold of her shoulders gently, like a fine piece of china. She was a delicate thing, even though she held up a strong front to the world. She was taken back by surprise by his boldness. His gaze once more serious as he gave one of his confident smiles which she drew strength from.

"I like you just the way you are."

"Thank you Onizuka..." she smiled as well.

"For what?" he spoke in confusion as she closed the gap between them, taking the cancer stick away from his mouth.

'She's not going to...' he wondered, as he thought she was going to take a drag. Instead, his fears were unfounded as she threw it away with a flick. But the conclusion was much more troubling.

"For everything." she breathed huskily, leaning in and sharing with him her first kiss. Even though she was by no means short, she had to drag him down to Earth. Pulling back from a stunned Onizuka, she whispered, "and for being you."

She added as an afterthought, "Just the way you are."

"Come on," she smiled enticingly at him, "let's get crack'n!" a new vocabulary was already forming.

Oh what fun they would have together.

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