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6027Re: [conan] Prologue, The Dillema :The Trial

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  • Shinichi Holmes
    Jun 1, 2001
      Nice 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
      > 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
      > 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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