"The Dillema"
Prologue: The Trial
Mr Umiyama left the racecourse, obviously not very pleased. Of course he's lost on bettings, but this is not the worst. He went into a disgrace by the magazine. They said he declined receiving his son from Canada (was living with his divorced mother), ignored his parents, and having numerous common law "significant others". He was no man of publicity before that, just a civil servant with the high pay of 580000 yens per month. It was a distress, but the problem is that he could argue not. It's not the problem that his position was at the downside, but...
Just as he was clearing his thoughts two men, in complete Ku Klux Klan costume but all in black, approached him. And there was silence.
The next place Mr Umiyama himself at was complete weird. It was a big room, somewhat like the Chinese yamen he read in his infancy: A large antique rosewood table and the accompanying seat, a board written words "VERITAS SOLUS" above it. In the two sides of the room there were two lines of guards, each holding a sword, eyeing him. The two men who approached him earlier was standing behind him, each holding a iron whip in hand. He was stripped to underwear, tied up at hands and feet.
But he was not regressing to the past, however he knew. The building itself was no Chinese style, and there were electric spotlights. The end wall was not decorated by some painting, but coat-of-arms of some kind. The weirdest thing he found was the costumes of the people in this hall. All the guards were wearing the type of costume like that of the two men's, but the colour was different. Their garb was all red but two thin horizontal stripes around their upper arm.
Then, suddenly, there came some music through the hall. The song was strange to him: it was low, pretty slow, and resembled some military music. All the costumed men raised up their weapons, did a strange type of salute, and sang:
Quest for Love,
Quest for Dream,
Quest for All Truth!
'Tis the aim we would strive for,
secured in our minds!
O Look, through tempests
it would never change.
At the time of distress
we would hold the Truth,
the Eternal Truth!
As they were singing, a person approached the desk from its right. He was wearing a set of blue tuxedos, with a white shirt, a red bowtie, and covered with a blue hood.
After the song has calmed down, the "judge" hit his wooden hammer on the table. "Mr Narona Umiyama, do you know you are guilty?" He asked brutally.
"What am I guilty for? You say!" The terrified Umiyama showed off his last bit of bravery.
"What are you guilty of, you should know best! May I not know the others, but at the very least you were the one who trashed his son to Canada, is you not, Mr. Umiyama?"
"What's the wrong with this? I can do anything as I wish in here! This is no North Korea, is it?"
"OK, the Law of the Hong Kong SAR of course do not outlaw this, of course", the "judge" added, aggressively, "And we do not mind those who find impossible to guard the child; but we DO mind a man who has 580000 yen per month, with little debt and a flat and a stable job to deny his son. This is the court of Truth and Justice, and even His Majesty the Emperor was none of our masters!"
"How dare you!"
"HOW DARE YOU to say 'How Dare you' to the Court? Up guards, give him a little punishment!"
The two men in black behind Umiyama took up their whips, and have them unleashed on Mr Umiyama's back.
There were no comments from Mr Umiyama, if not for the instinct yelling and unsuccessful attempts to escape.
"And, I shall say, it would be pure ignorance for me to ignore the other deeds of yours... For example, lying to your parents so that you need not to see them?"
"Please... please do not believe what the magazines say..."
"I don't want to, but I've seeked permission from your relatives..."
Umiyama weeps. "Please, sir..., please forgive me..."
"Mr. Umiyama, we regard correcting one's fault as valuable... I would release you to see if you can turn a new leaf. But for the actions you've done, you still deserve some whips..." the "judge" said, "I'll send people to see if you're doing well. IF you're doing bad, I must say, YOU HAVE TO SEE ME IN HERE AGAIN AND HAVE MORE SERIOUS PUNISHMENTS!" His sound is still majestic.
The black men whipped Umiyama for another two minutes, and he passed out....
....the next place he found himself at was the center of Ginzo, with clothes on.
He went to nearest police ststion.
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(I would not be writing this anymore before the 22th... Exams are coming...)
(Please, place comments... I need a lot of them... Even for those who've previewed this...)
Prologue: The Trial
Mr Umiyama left the racecourse, obviously not very pleased. Of course he's lost on bettings, but this is not the worst. He went into a disgrace by the magazine. They said he declined receiving his son from Canada (was living with his divorced mother), ignored his parents, and having numerous common law "significant others". He was no man of publicity before that, just a civil servant with the high pay of 580000 yens per month. It was a distress, but the problem is that he could argue not. It's not the problem that his position was at the downside, but...
Just as he was clearing his thoughts two men, in complete Ku Klux Klan costume but all in black, approached him. And there was silence.
The next place Mr Umiyama himself at was complete weird. It was a big room, somewhat like the Chinese yamen he read in his infancy: A large antique rosewood table and the accompanying seat, a board written words "VERITAS SOLUS" above it. In the two sides of the room there were two lines of guards, each holding a sword, eyeing him. The two men who approached him earlier was standing behind him, each holding a iron whip in hand. He was stripped to underwear, tied up at hands and feet.
But he was not regressing to the past, however he knew. The building itself was no Chinese style, and there were electric spotlights. The end wall was not decorated by some painting, but coat-of-arms of some kind. The weirdest thing he found was the costumes of the people in this hall. All the guards were wearing the type of costume like that of the two men's, but the colour was different. Their garb was all red but two thin horizontal stripes around their upper arm.
Then, suddenly, there came some music through the hall. The song was strange to him: it was low, pretty slow, and resembled some military music. All the costumed men raised up their weapons, did a strange type of salute, and sang:
Quest for Love,
Quest for Dream,
Quest for All Truth!
'Tis the aim we would strive for,
secured in our minds!
O Look, through tempests
it would never change.
At the time of distress
we would hold the Truth,
the Eternal Truth!
As they were singing, a person approached the desk from its right. He was wearing a set of blue tuxedos, with a white shirt, a red bowtie, and covered with a blue hood.
After the song has calmed down, the "judge" hit his wooden hammer on the table. "Mr Narona Umiyama, do you know you are guilty?" He asked brutally.
"What am I guilty for? You say!" The terrified Umiyama showed off his last bit of bravery.
"What are you guilty of, you should know best! May I not know the others, but at the very least you were the one who trashed his son to Canada, is you not, Mr. Umiyama?"
"What's the wrong with this? I can do anything as I wish in here! This is no North Korea, is it?"
"OK, the Law of the Hong Kong SAR of course do not outlaw this, of course", the "judge" added, aggressively, "And we do not mind those who find impossible to guard the child; but we DO mind a man who has 580000 yen per month, with little debt and a flat and a stable job to deny his son. This is the court of Truth and Justice, and even His Majesty the Emperor was none of our masters!"
"How dare you!"
"HOW DARE YOU to say 'How Dare you' to the Court? Up guards, give him a little punishment!"
The two men in black behind Umiyama took up their whips, and have them unleashed on Mr Umiyama's back.
There were no comments from Mr Umiyama, if not for the instinct yelling and unsuccessful attempts to escape.
"And, I shall say, it would be pure ignorance for me to ignore the other deeds of yours... For example, lying to your parents so that you need not to see them?"
"Please... please do not believe what the magazines say..."
"I don't want to, but I've seeked permission from your relatives..."
Umiyama weeps. "Please, sir..., please forgive me..."
"Mr. Umiyama, we regard correcting one's fault as valuable... I would release you to see if you can turn a new leaf. But for the actions you've done, you still deserve some whips..." the "judge" said, "I'll send people to see if you're doing well. IF you're doing bad, I must say, YOU HAVE TO SEE ME IN HERE AGAIN AND HAVE MORE SERIOUS PUNISHMENTS!" His sound is still majestic.
The black men whipped Umiyama for another two minutes, and he passed out....
....the next place he found himself at was the center of Ginzo, with clothes on.
He went to nearest police ststion.
*********************************
(I would not be writing this anymore before the 22th... Exams are coming...)
(Please, place comments... I need a lot of them... Even for those who've previewed this...)