I don't know if anyone is going to appreciate this story, and, if the readers don't, I completely understand but I thought I'd do an interesting take on Gokusen since it did leave me wondering a bit.

Feel free to get a few snacks, tissues, drinks, etc. I do it every time when I write or read.

Consider it an 'in-case-I-doze-off' emergency moment.

This is it. The moment I've been waiting for has finally come. I wonder if my mother felt the same way when she taught her first class after graduating from college. Soon, I will discover those same feelings now that I'm really teaching here. I just hope my mother and father can understand my reasons for doing this. I have to do this… I have to be a part of the staff in some way! If being a teacher is the only way to get close to this school, then I will break every wall to fulfill my goal. However, one thing bothers me... Am I really going to have to be a repeat of my mother? God, I hope not!

My name is Sawada Nanako. My mother was the illustrious Yamaguchi Kumiko, granddaughter of Kuroda Ryuichiro of the Oedo clan, and my father is the illustrious "Young Master Red Lion" Sawada Shin, my mother's high school student. [Gross!] After my father's return to start dating my mother, Shirokin Gakuen closed down about five or six years after my father graduated from there. My mother continued to teach even after all of that happened, and she even brought me to her classes when I was about 3. She said it was to show her "dedication" and "pride" in teaching her students. My dad was a bit uncomfortable with my "morning visits" to my mother's job and he sometimes brought me to his workplace to save me. They're both pretty interesting people when they argue about me and my future. Not sure if it's helped me, but I feel as though I should give them some credit for letting me live my life the way I please.

I also got to live with my great-grandfather, who was reaching 80, before his death. His wisdom will never be forgotten and neither will his clan. My mother would have been the third generation boss had she accepted ruling the Oedo clan, but she wanted to be a teacher and couldn't take the responsibility of the clan mixing with her teaching career. I, however, am going to do the opposite. I plan to rule the Oedo clan as the fourth generation boss and the first woman to take over the group with pride and dedication to the family. It would be tragic to just let it all go while my great-grandfather lay as the last of his kind. I couldn't let that happen, so I am now the head.

However, before taking the crown, I must solve a profound mystery that has even my father, the intelligent one, bummed out. There were rumors about this chemical having a major profit with many students, teachers, and staff members fifty years ago in this school. I aim to figure out its effects, and how it was found. Thus, I am teaching at Meiyo no shou gai Gakushu Gakuen to get a closer investigation on this suspected chemical with or without help from officials. Somehow I feel a little closer to my mother by being a teacher and closer to my father by taking action when help isn't an option.

Meiyo no shou gai Gakushu Gakuen is a private academy that used to be co-educational before the system took over and made it an all-boys school due to the failing scores. Apparently, this method proved worthless. The girls were raising the scores for the boys in hopes of being with their friends and remaining a co-ed system, but the boys were failing purposely rather than fighting for equality. Thus, measures had to be taken. If the boys could reach an average score of "Basic" or better, then the system would allow the girls to return; however, if the boys could not reach the average score, then the school would remain an all-boys private academy. And that's what happened... thirty years ago!

During the first five years, it seemed as though the male student population was getting along just fine, but after year seven nothing was going right. Most of the good teachers were fired and the cowardly teachers were hired; most of the good students were overwhelmed with work and couldn't form study groups and the bad students were subjected to fail. Then, gang wars started and it all went downhill from there.

This was the school that hired Sawada Nanako as their newest academics teacher, and two other women were hired along with her: Amaha Migoto and Hanamori Isha. Migoto and Isha were already waiting for the principal to arrive, but Nanako was running late due to getting lost in such a massive school that was the size of a four-floor, five-block shopping mall. The school wasn't going to open until the new employees were situated and that was a good thing because what these women were wearing was going to cause quite the damn ruckus.

The assistant principal was walking around in his rather large office that was combined with the principal's office and disciplinarian's office, waiting impatiently for Nanako. He was curious to see this fearless woman, who was able to tame a middle school class that had two murderers sitting in it, and how she was going to be able to handle such a feat in this school. Was she an army veteran? That wouldn't work here. The last time they had one, he was appointed to therapy four times a week. Was she a nun? That wouldn't work here either. The last time they had one of those, she wouldn't step foot out of her house to give her resignation letter.

Who is Nanako Sawada? the pale, lithe vice principal thought, pacing a ditch in his floor. Why isn't she here yet? Did she get kidnapped or beaten or -

The front door opened then clicked shut. Isha and Migoto stopped preoccupying themselves for a moment to look up at their new co-worker. If there was any doubt left in the assistant principal's mind that Sawada wasn't going to interest the dangerous students, that doubt was about to be erased off the face of the planet.

"Hello, are you Ms. Sawada?" the assistant principal asked, blushing and mouth dropping with every word.

"I am," Nanako answered, taking the clip out of her hair.

"Whoa," Isha remarked, taking out a green camera.

What are you going to do with a picture of me? Nanako thought, blinking confusedly.

"Me, too," Migoto said, taking out her camera-phone.

"I apologize for my tardiness. I lost my way here. Please, feel free to scold me. It is my fault for having you worry," Nanako said.

"Were you in a movie once?" Migoto asks, snapping a picture.

"Yes, I was. But if you are not going to scold me, then we should continue. I wouldn't want to cause any additional burdens to you on the first day."

"Yes, of course. Brilliant grammar and consideration, Ms. Sawada. Please, have a seat. We will start as soon as the principal returns from his duties."

"So, Ms. Sawada, what movie were you in? Was it really popular?" Migoto asks, sitting on Nanako's left side.

"Yeah, how much did you get paid for acting?" Isha asks, sitting on Nanako's right side.

"I portrayed the character Kikoro Nagatema in Hearts and Matrices four years ago. It received around 66 million dollars in the box office, and I was paid around 1.37 million dollars for my popularity."

"HEARTS AND MATRICES! I FUCKING LOVED KIKORO IN THAT MOVIE!" Isha and Migoto exclaimed.

"Interesting. Do you plan on teaching Theatre I to our students?" Asst. P. Kaeru asked, readying to shout. "Because that - !"

"I loved the kiss scene you and Tenma did. It was so touching! It made me cry for ten minutes straight! I can't look at that scene without sobbing," Migoto critiques.

"I loved the power-jump scene you did when you were fighting against Tenma. It was thrilling!" Isha critiques.

"Uh, thanks. I didn't think anyone would remember that film. I'm pleased to know it produced such an impact on you. Perhaps teaching together will be an enjoyable experience for all of us. Wouldn't you agree?" Nanako asks, smiling.

Well, it could have been worse. Maybe teaching won't be so bad. I think I made some new friends rather swiftly. Nanako thought, appraising herself.

The front door opens, interrupting all conversations. A short, tubby man walks inside his office and sits down at his desk. The three women and assistant prinicipal watch curiously with raised eyebrows.

"Um, Principal Omoshiroi?"

"What do you want, Assistant Principal Kaeru?" asks, slowly opening his slanted blue eyes.

"Um, the new teachers are here to meet you, sir," Asst. P. Kaeru informs, shuddering.

"Oh, really?" Omoshiroi asks, frowning. "Then let me come over to greet you!" Omoshiroi kindly greets, walking over to Asst. P. Kaeru's desk.

The women are obviously confused by this and watch Omoshiroi with large sweat drops cascading down the side of their heads.

"Ms. Amaha, Hanamori, Sawada, this is Principal Omoshiroi of Meiyo no shou gai Gakushu Gakuen. He has been the principal of this school for eight years now and has a very enthusiastic character when dealing with this school and his students. Whereas, students normally cause a hassle with others, none seem to want to deal with Omoshiroi. In fact, if any students are referred to him, they never want to return. In case you feel as though the students are harassing you, please refer them to him immediately."

"Thank you, Mr. Kaeru. The reason for this last-minute gathering is to decide what you beautiful women will be teaching and wearing," Omoshiroi explains.

"Wearing?" Migoto asks.

"Yes. Due to the nature of the students, these boys may be under the influence to cause you three much harm and humiliation. For instance, Ms. Amaha, your miniskirt is easy to tear off if a muscle-bound freak show was in...the mood," Kaeru points out, shifting his eyeglasses.

"The mood? Oh my word, the mood for what? Rape?" Migoto asks, gasping.

"And Ms. Hanamori, those slippers do not provide enough friction for you to run if one of the young men were chasing you down like a wild horn dog," Kaeru points out, imagining the horrific scene.

"Run? From some kid whose balls haven't even dropped yet? Puh-lease!" Isha waves off.

"Who said these boys were kids?" Omoshiroi asks, naively. "These students are young men with creative minds that simply need challenging. Running away may be entertainment not a challenge."

"Entertainment?" Isha imagines the awful scene and shudders.

"And you, Ms. Sawada!"

"My skirt is too short, my blouse is too flimsy, and heels aren't made for maneuverable running. I may cause uproar just by dressing as provocative as I am now and standing there with no weapon as a means of self-defense," Nanako said calmly. She tilted her head and said sweetly smiling, "Was that what you were going to tell me, sir?"

"Wow, you're exceptionally bright! You'd be perfect as the Strategies for Success teacher!" Omoshiroi exclaims. "No one has been able to teach that class because of their lack of knowledge and confidence, but you, Ms. Sawada, are superb."

"Yes, she is rather intelligent. Oh, if only there were students like that taking Strategies for Success. Tsk, tsk, tsk, there aren't because that class is known for disruption and chaos!" Kaeru shouts.

"All those boys need is some inspiration, which Ms. Sawada can provide with a little tweaking, and they'll be the most sought-after workers in history!"

"Principal Omoshiroi! Think about who Ms. Sawada is dealing with! Those boys aren't trying to be professional workers! She's not even dressed properly to teach them, she's dressed for suc-sex not success!" Kaeru argues.

"Ah, that is correct. You will need to change your attire so the boys won't be distracted, but we have something that'll match you perfectly! Oh, and Ms. Amaha will be a great mathematics teacher. I heard she could calculate an eight-step equation in less than two minutes!" Omoshiroi compliments in sing-song.

"Well, I don't know about that. But I will do my best to support the students!" Migoto cheers, raising a fist.

"And Ms. Hanamori can be the school's nurse. Our last one had to transfer to another high school, so that position is open and safe for you."

"Sweet, I'll take it," Isha says, raising a thumbs-up.

"Well, let the first day of class begin!" Omoshiroi exclaims.