6027Re: [conan] Prologue, The Dillema :The Trial
- Jun 1, 2001Nice song Samuel! ^^ You've caught the element of surprise and
suspense not to mention some hidden points in your story! Continue to write
Shinichi Holmes ")
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> Detective Conan FanFication
> "The Dillema"
> by Samuel Curtis
> 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
> 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
> 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...)
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