Mismatched Eyes

By TimeReaper

A/N: 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. This is the 4th installment. Takes time to write chapters while keeping in character you know? So updates will not be consistant. Also take into account writers blocks, and my life doesn't revolve around writing stories.

"Talking"

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Chapter 4: Enter the Makoto

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"Well, that fax sure wasn't enlightening."

"In fact, it seemed very unFuyutsuki like."

"That's not even a word Onizuka, and how would you know about that?"

"Call it my intuition..."

"Only women have intuition." Urumi corrected. As far as she knew, this was an obvious and fundamental principle in the world.

"Hey! That's gender discrimination!" he barked back.

Just riling him up was like having pencil crayons brightening her day. "Gee, was I really that obvious?" and smirked.

He snarled back, "Now wait just one god damn-!" before catching the glint in her eyes. He came to a conclusion.

"You have no respect for me!" he pointed accusingly.

She folded her arms, "No, I don't."

Onizuka face faulted, before picking himself back up. "You didn't have to answer that, Urumi."

"Was that a rhetorical question?"

"A what?"

Urumi entered lecture mode. "A rhetorical question is one asked solely to produce an effect (especially to make an assertion) rather than to elicit a reply." She explained, in laymen's terms.

Onizuka just looked at her wierdly, before his slow turning turbine in his head processed all that grade A definition. "Umm, yeah, that's what I meant."

Suddenly, Onizuka realized what was happening.

'Hey wait a minute! Who's the teacher here?'

Running her hands through her hair, she combed through the tangles. Maybe she should get a hair cut, she thought to herself, as it kept on getting at the way at times. It was getting a bit irritating to have to keep brushing it away like all other females do, while some men viewed such gestures as a huge turn on, while others thought it was a sign of vanity, with a twist of confidence and pride which women take in their looks. To her, practicality was the best policy. She never had much need for make up to feel confident. What need did she have in such wordly things, when she was naturally attractive, she assured herself, if the looks she had been getting since middle school from the boys were any indication. Beyond that, what need did she have to pursue something so artificially aesthetic when she already found her so called 'significant' other? Still, some traits of his left much to be desired, but she supposed she could live with his faults as he could tolerate hers.

"Honestly, there's no logic to your way of thinking. You're a lost cause," Urumi sighed, brushing away blond wisps from her eyes, damn it was irritating she thought, and it wasn't helping her mood any, "I don't even know why I try to understand you. The more I think I've got you figured out, the more you confuse me with your antics." she layered with a blanket of scepticism.

"Hey! I don't agree with that!" he seemed ready to fight at that proclamation.

"So where do you think she is?" she changed the topic. To drabble with Onizuka though fun, would be a complete waste of time and effort leading no where fast.

"Probably gone home and barricaded herself in." he began, some logic must be running in that head of his.

"Why would you say that?" Urumi asked, wondering if there was something she was missing that he had picked up.

The gears could almost be seen shifting in his brain, as she tried to dissect his thoughts. "That's where she lives and it would make a fine place to entrench herself." he suggested, "What better place is there than burying yourself in your own house? I know I would."

"And here I thought you were actually thinking for once." and truly, she looked disappointed. Again she found herself wondering what she saw in this man. Questioning why it was goofy Onizuka who had her heart.

"Now why would you say something like that?" he seemed confused, like a man lost at sea.

She smiled deviously. He couldn't blame her for inviting such an opportunity to insult him.

"God gave you a penis and a brain. He also gave you blood to go with it, but only enough for one."

"Now that's just cold..." Onizuka felt like he just got smacked in the face. It was definitely a low blow.

"Do you deny it? Your stash is the living proof of it." and such a filthy stash it was Urumi recalled. Maybe it was that which filled his head with all those wacky ideas he had which spelled trouble.

He was on the defensive, "How would you know that?"

"Because I've been there." which should have been obvious from the beginning.

Onizuka was shocked, but he should have suspected it. "Don't tell me you look at that stuff! Little girls shouldn't be looking at that stuff. It rots your mind!" he chastised her.

"This coming from the prime example of someone who watches this so called filth, you are such a convincing role model." she finished smartly, before another thought fell at the tip of her tongue. Something that was definitely... improper entered her mind. Her eyes slanted as her voice had a seductive tone to it.

"You know, I could help you realize some of your deepest, darkest secrets Onizuka... Just you and me."

'Damn, I'm thinking about things I shouldn't think! But... I can't help myself! Holy shit, breath Onizuka! You can't do this... It would be like, statatory rape! Can you really do it with one so young! So ripe? So innocent? Are you out of your mind? Are you a pedophile? Think about your future!'

She had to hand it to herself. There was something gratifying about attaining satisfaction at Onizuka's expense like none other. Imprinting the deer caught in the headlights look into her mind, she muffled a giggle into her palms. "Relax Onizuka, I was just teasing."

On a lesser note, he recovered albeit slowly.

'I would hate to know what you would consider not teasing...' Just thinking about it gave him a nose bleed.

Seeing blood, she couldn't help but chuckle as she poked him in the head, "You're not going to die on me, are you?"

"Nah, just a little too hot under the weather." he replied, fanning himself in ascertion.

"You sure you aren't thinking things you shouldn't think?"

"Thinking things you shouldn't think?" he repeated, a question mark almost hanging off his brow.

She timidly pointed to herself, "Me... and," then him, "you doing-"

And he cut her off, "Don't speak that which must not be spoken in public!" he raved as everyone was eyeing them curiously, as they were quite a sight bickering along the quiet street.

"So you weren't thinking things you shouldn't think about that which should be spoken?" she concluded while looking at him.

He held up his hands defensively, carefully browsing for signs of the glint in her eyes he had become so terribly fimiliar with. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Urumi backed up glancing ahead and announced, "Well anyways, we're here."

Before they knew it, they had arrived at Fuyutsuki's apartment. Whoever said time flies when one was having fun was probably right.

Onizuka began knocking, but his version would make a normal and prudent, cautious person think he was trying to level the door in. Urumi made herself scarce least someone recognize her and think she was associated with this goof ball.

"Yo Azusa! You in there? You're not doing anything you aren't suppose to, are ya?" giving another smack at the door, and a few more rings of the bell for good measure. After all, it wouldn't be good manners to not take into account the chances of her not hearing the bell and the shaking door, even if it was stuffed with newspapers, as if no one had been home for awhile. Yes, Onizuka concluded; maybe the fair Azusa just decided to make it seem like she wasn't home, for he himself had made himself scarce on occasion when he didn't wish to be found.

"Just knock normally, you're making a scene!" Urumi whispered into his ear and smacked his head to let it sink in.

"What! What's wrong with the way I'm knocking?" he replied bewildered, before catching residential tenants peering out their windows to stare over at the one who was making the racket of noise.

"Sorry, he's a little undereducated." Urumi replied remorsefully to the tenants. Finding their curiosity satisfied, they left the two in the hall to their own devices while thinking. "Such a nice girl." "She's so refined." "If she says so, I believe her." and "I can tell she's just an angel, it would be cruel not to believe her."

But these thoughts also extended to the person next to her. These were more audible and you could see the veins popping as they affected Onizuka.

"That must be a delinquent there." "I wonder why such a nice girl is with such a brute?" "Just looking at him and I can see the eyes of a serial killer." while another commented, "I think his eyes are more like those of a serial rapist." and another saying, "If it weren't for the nice girl defending him, I would have called the cops."

Urumi glanced warily at Onizuka, as he looked pissed off.

"Ignore them Onizuka, they are just simpletons." she tried to diffuse the situation.

"They are all simple minded. Repeat after me; their not worth your time."

"Their not worth my time." and it seemed to be working. Onizuka was calming down just like she anticipated.

"Violence is not the way." she spoke.

"Violence is not the way." he repeated

"Violence doesn't solve anything." she added..

"Violence doesn't solve anything." he repeated.

"Violence only leads to more violence." she rephrased..

"Violence only leads to more violence." he repeated

'Now the kicker...' she chuckled inside.

"You will treat Urumi to Dinner as thanks."

"I will treat Urumi to- WTF?" he caught himself before he made another mistake.

"Darn," she snapped her fingers, "I was so close!"

'I'll have to be more careful in the future...' Onizuka thought, as it was worthless to win verbal arguments with her. Before remembering he was here to check if Fuyutsuki was home.Once more he turned towards the door, which believe it or not, had seen better days.

" Azusa? What's going on? You go on a trip? It's the summer and time to drink. What's the deal? No one's seen you in a week. You didn't even come to graduation. And what was with the fax?"

'I'll be taking some time off to resolve a few personal matters. Thanks for your understanding.

- Azusa Fuyutsuki'

"What personal matters d'ya got!"

"You know, all that newspaper stuffed in that delivery hole probably means she hasn't been home for awhile." Urumi commented factually.

"Dang," Onizuka agreed in his own way, "I got these oil wrestling tickets I lifted from the paperboy. Sounds right up your alley."

He released his frustration in a positive way. "Do you have some guy in there? Then you better have been kidnapped by Barbarians, that's all I can say!" he shouted over his shoulders, making his way out of the facinity.

Onizuka than retraced his steps away from the door. Urumi gave the door one last undecipherable glance, before following close behind him.

If she had stayed a moment longer, she would have noticed the eyes peering through the mail slot, before dissapearing in the shutter.

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Once the coast was clear, Fuyutsuki's door opened slowly, and Teshigawara appeared through the shadows. If one word was to describe him, it would be mentally disturbed. Well, make that two words.

"Ah! you left your dirty stinky fingerprints all over the doorknob. Disgusting. I'll have to disinfect that later with ethynol. I honestly have no idea what goes through that simpleton's head." He began scrubbing it with a wash cloth, squinting his nose.

"God, the thing smells like dried squid! How dare you pollute Azusa's doorknob with your, hmm?" His eyes widened, as he found a string of hair on the knob, and it wasn't just any hair.

"I am going to have to sterilize the place! Should I call someone and--" "No! Just scrub the doorknob, and hope that ape man stays away!"

"That lice-ridden troglodyte! Touching Azusa's sacred doorknob with the same hand he used to scratch his pelvic canyons! Yeooww! It's a little crinkly hair! A pubic hair!"

Finishing quickly, he disappeared just as quickly. "The manners of an ogre, the stink of a rodent, the intellect of a slug... No wonder the public education system is in a downward spiral, employing educators of his ill-bred ilk..." He began undressing.

"The indecency of it. Leaving pubic hairs on a lady's doorknob!" Getting into the tub, all his worries and anger seemed to flush away.

"Ah... to lie supine in bath... a step beneath heaven." He gave another sigh of satisfaction.

"Luxuriating in Azusa's bath salts, adorned with Azusa's shower cap... Then I'll brush my teeth with Azusa's toothbrush. Such a delightful escape. All the sweat and toil of woe-laden world in an instant cleansed away. Nes pas, my Azusa?" All was right in the world. And he allowed himself some more woeless pleasure.

"Heheheh, nothing can spoil this life we share." he spoke to himself.

"No one can trample this paradise that my princess and I have forged."

As you can see, he was quite literally, mentally disturbed.

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What was also happening while the disturbing man was doing his thing on the inside, was Urumi outside using the limited knowledge she knew to cheer up Onizuka.

"Cheer up Onizuka, I could accompany you to that, what do you call it? Wrestling." she tried the word rolling off her tongue, finding the pronounciation to be unpleasant and vulgar. Usually this would mean her worries were justified. But she'd do it just to please him. After all, it was only fair since he humored her at his own expense on more than one occassion.

To not return the favour would be to do him a great injustice, she reminded herself.

"You're a bit underage Urumi." he commented as a side note.

"Nothing a little make-up and some fake ID wouldn't fix." she added.

"That's illegal!"

"So says you, Mr. Law abidding citizen."

"What do you mean by that?" Onizuka demanded, before adding, "With you doing your thing, I would seem like the bad guy."

"Come on Onizuka, think about it like this for a moment. In a room full of cops, and you not in handcuffs? I'd be surprised." she laughed.

"I never thought I'd see the day you'd be preaching to me about right and wrong." she raised her hands cluelessly, before she found herself sailing down to the floor.

"Woops," Onizuka feigned accidentally, " Are you alright Urumi? Need a band-aid? The floor planks are uneven. I should have warned you to watch your step." Onizuka snickered as he slipped his leg back behind him.

'Revenge is sweet.' Onizuka smiled to himself.

'So that's how you want to play it, Onizuka!'

"Here, let me help you up." Onizuka offered, as the good samaritan he was, with a smile on his face,

"I'm okay, thank you for your concern," Urumi returned, in a dark tone, as she brushed off the dust on her skirt, "Mr Pillar of the community..."

"Let me show you my appreciation!" she wiped the smirk off his face as she decked him with her purse. He went sailing down the hall, for you see, Urumi had a brick in her purse for just such an occassion.

"Damn Urumi, what do you got in there?"

"A brick."

"It sure felt like it too."

'Too bad I have to replace it. Your skull is quite thick.' she made a mental note, as she went to make sure the big goof wasn't seriously hurt.

"Are you hurt?" she asked skeptically.

"Are you going to give me a little mouth to mouth?" he joked.

"Pardon me while I throw up." she returned nicely.

Squinting in pain, he lay on his back stairing straight up. Maybe the heavens were smiling upon him, as he caught sight of a beautiful girl, with long black mane swishing behind a delicate school uniform, which huged her curves nicely. He nodded to himself. She was definitely a high school girl.

She had long white stockings, and then as she turned around, he could ascertain that her face was just as cute. She was heading back up the stairs where they came from.

"Hey, I think I've seen that chick before. Now where could that have been... She looks real familiar..."

Urumi looked at him incredulously, "We're trying to find a missing person here, and you're here looking for a quick thrill!" Urumi spoke accusingly.

A glint came to his eyes. Urumi was sure that they had just sparkled, in a disturbing way. "I know, maybe if I peeked under her skirt, it jog my memory..." Onizuka affirmed himself.

Then he noticed Urumi was about to deliver a world of hurt.

Then he noticed the girl was close enough to actually hear him.

Then he remembered he had spoken out loud.

That was the key that lead him to realize she was looking back down at him.

"You're not... looking up my skirt are you?" the girl referred to asked matter of factly.

Thinking quick, Onizuka already had a plan for such an occassion since he was crouching like the peeping tom he was. He would play the part while diverting attention upon himself.

"I'm--! My contact lens! I dropped it, you see! Somewhere right here! Now, where did it go? Can't see a thing without them... you see?" and he made like a man lost at sea. Where were those contacts when you needed them? He gave a small prayer to God, even though he was a non-believer, for some miracle to save his unworthy butt.

"You're not..." she continued, with more certainty than before, leading Onizuka to perspire more. "You wouldn't by any chance be Mr. Onizuka?"

"Busted..." Urumi muttered in the side. Indeed, God must have some sick pleasure in the twisted way he answered his prayers, was in the form of the innocent flower knowing his name and nailing the last nail in his coffin.

He raised his head at the unexpected unfolding. 'Maybe she knows me? I need something to jog my memory...'

"Hmm? What... what's your name? I knew I'd seen you somewhere before."

Lowering herself to his level, she took a long hard look at him face to face. Squinting her eyes, they sparked some revelation.

"You are Mr. Onizuka!" she stated, happily recognizing the clues with her own deductions. "I mean, how many blonde, asian, thug-like men could there be in Tokyo? You're exactly the way my sister described you."

Onizuka felt like he had been stabbed multiple times, and all of them happened to be merciless, before digesting what she said.

"Your sister! You mean...?"

'No she couldn't be... But they look so alike. They couldn't be-'

She bowed, "How do you do. I'm Fuyutsuki.Makoto, Azusa's little sister." standing back up, she smiled in greeting with her hand held out, "Nice to meet you!". Urumi stood next to him, still as a scarcrow.

Once again, Onizuka was surprised at what had come to pass. It sure had been... unexpected. He looked at Urumi, and she looked back at him, before they both voiced out their confusion. "Huh?... H-Her sister!"

With mirroring thoughts, 'She has a sister?'

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