“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

Is this story fiction? The answer is, of course it’s fiction. Though, we really did challenge the radar on our bikes. We were also suspended. And… disrupting the radar by walking is also true. The helmet/armor, too… The cymbal, too… I think?

Well then, what parts are fictional? It’s the sousaphone. Sousaphone. Of course there’s no one who would ever try to disrupt a radar using a sousaphone. There’s no one that stupid… stupid…

Is there a problem with that!?

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Our “suspension” brought us one good thing. Rumors were always started about anyone who’s suspended at our school. We were especially talked about because we were the first to be suspended for “interference of a public servant in the execution of his duties.” We were called “ex-convicts” and because of it, we even had the respect of upper classmen. High schoolers like to create some kind of hierarchy, but there weren’t too may who have been in the custody of police even among “delinquent groups.” On top of that, no one knew we were taken in custody because we had violated the speed limit by bike, so everyone took off their hats to us. We kind of understood how a petty criminal feels after being released from jail.

Moving on. Saijoh-kun (fictitious name, 16 years old), who had the distinction of “being killed by us,” came back to school from his suspension two day later. By this time, he had been informed of our plan’s failure, but the first thing he said after he came back was,

“I want to see Chuzai-san’s wife.”

His lustful desires came first.
At first, we were angry that we experienced such humiliation for such a guy, but our youthfulness and desire to see his wife were equal to his. We immediately agreed.

So our “Let’s get a look at Chuzai-san’s beautiful wife tour” plan started! We took the people who had never seen his wife and put them in groups of three and added one who had, as the tour conductor. The guy in question, Saijoh-kun’s group was led by myself.

Even though the residential police substation was close to the school, we decided to use our bikes. The reason for this was just in case, it would be easier “to run away.” Learning from our previous experiences, we were getting better at preparing for disasters.

The problem was how we were going to see his wife. The residential police substation was a lot harder to get into (of course) compared to a regular house. We couldn’t just peep in.

We first had to confirm whether Chuzai-san was there or not. If Chuzai-san was, then the plan would be postponed. It couldn’t be helped. This was easily checked by looking to see if his police car was parked out front.

I hope it’s not there.

Our wishes were granted and the police car wasn’t there.

Yeah!

We strategized further. What kind of reason should we use to call out our madonna, and how do we take the greatest advantage of Chuzai-san being “out.” It turns out that Saijoh-kun already had things thought out. He wasn’t just a lustful guy.

We started our mission.

“Hello.”

The first to step into the residential police substation, or enemy territory, was made by the most sincere looking guy, me. I’ll repeat that once more. Was made by the most sincere looking guy, me. (There was no particular reason for that repeat.) Saijoh-kun followed.

His wife didn’t come out for a while. This was however a good thing for us. I mean, for Saijoh-kun.

Saijyo-kun was holding something in his hands behind his back.

It was…

I’m embarrassed to even write this, but it’s something that even only hard core adults might have, an adult magazine called “S* Fan.” It was a super porno mag. After he quickly placed the magazine on Chuzai-san’s desk, he opened it up to “one of the good pages” and gave it the appearance that it was being looked at recently. He did a great job. He didn’t just leave it open, he stuck a pencil in one of the other hard core pages. There were also pages that were dog eared… but it looked like those were from before.

Hmmm. Maybe he is just a lustful guy…

“Excuse us.”

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