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

While milling around the parking area, a couple more of our members joined us and our numbers swelled to nine.

After that, some of our members in the volleyball club came back from their training run. There were about two of our “members,” and as they broke off from the running line, they quickly came to us with news.

“Hey, Chuzai-san was at the station. He was in plain clothes.”
“What!? Really??”
We couldn’t pass this up. Our chance for counterattack came quickly.

“There’s no mistake about that, right?”
“Yeah, he’s probably going to ride the train.”

We all looked at each other, and without saying anything, we quickly started our preparations for our counterattack.

“When’s the next train?”
“There’s more than 30 minutes.”

Since we were in the countryside, the time between the trains was unusually long. It was also unthinkable that anyone would ride anything but an inbound train.

We had to go back to school and prepare our “stage setting” within 30 minutes. Since we already had a set of predefined pranks according to the situation, we handled this process well. If we used these tactics for other things, there’s no doubt that we would have all succeeded in life.

“Ten more minutes! Hurry!”

We carried the stage setting that we created and rushed to the station. The station was close to the school and only took us five minutes by bike. On top of that, it was all downhill, so it was easier on the guys who were riding two per bike.

As we slid into the station, someone was yelling…

“Hey! Two on a bike isn’t allowed!”
“… Oh, it’s you guys again…”

It was Chuzai-san. After finding out that we were the offenders, he dropped his shoulders in great disappointment.

“Mr. Policeman, are you off duty today?”
“Of course. I can’t do something like that on duty.”

By “something like that,” he probably meant tying the porno mags to my bike. He was even more suspicious for doing that in plain clothes though.

“Huh? Hey you, Saijoh!”

It appears as though it was not the first time that Chuzai-san and Saijoh-kun have met. Of course, they must have seen each other during the scooter speeding incident, but it wouldn’t have been a mystery to anyone if there were other incidents with by which he was known to the police.

“I thought you were dead?”
“What? Really?”

Saijoh-kun didn’t know that we killed him during one of our excuses.

“What do you mean really? You’re dead and you don’t even know it?”
Chuzai-san said with a smirk.
“Mr. Policeman, you’re not very smart. It’s because I’m dead that I don’t know about it.”
“Er…”

One point for Saijoh!

“Mr. Policeman, are you going somewhere on the train?”
“Huh? Yeah. I have some minor business over in ** City.”

** City is the capital of our prefecture. It takes over an hour to get there by train. We were overjoyed to hear the news that the policeman was “going to be on the train for a long time.” Why? You’ll find out soon.

“By they way you guys, cut it out with those dirty little pranks!”
“You, too, Mr. Policeman! I’m probably going to be treated as a pervert at school because of you.”

When I said this, I saw a grin on Chuzai-san’s face. It was probably because he was overjoyed that his plan had hit its mark.

“Hey, Girl Bike. You play the trumpet?”
Chuzai-san changed the subject after seeing the trumpet case in the basket on my bike.

“Yeah. You’ll know soon.”
“Soon?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm, I guess everyone has at least one talent.”

Irritating. But hold it for now. Saijoh-kun patted his hand on my shoulder.

Our conversation was soon put on hold because the train heading for the main station arrived. We went with Chuzai-san to the platform.

“What’s going on? You guys going somewhere, too?”
“No, no. We’re just sending you off to the platform.”
“Sending me off, huh?”

We actually got into a little trouble with the station attendant while trying to get to the platform. He warned us that our baggage was too big. We resolved it by telling him that we were only going to the platform and not on the train. This, of course, didn’t catch Chuzai-san’s attention at all.

Chuzai-san finally left us with some more lectures and boarded the train. We said all kind of things to Chuzai-san from the platform. In truth, we were just acting like we were talking about things. We didn’t have anything important to talk to Chuzai-san about, but we got his attention by excessively pointing and stuff.

Chuzai-san came over to a window seat and opened the window.

“What? What did you say?”

“Mr. Policeman. Over here, over here!!”

“What about it? Huh?”

Chuzai-san leaned out of the window. Then, the departure bell rang throughout the platform.

That ring sounded our counterattack.

We spread the banner we had prepared. It was 6 meters (20 feet) long! We had borrowed one that the cheering squad used in athletic tournaments.

We sounded the cymbals and played a fanfare with the trumpet as loud as we could. All of the passengers inside looked over.

Then we all cheered!

“Go for it, go for it, Chuzai-san!”

The banner read,

Go for it Mr. Policeman! Thanks for the Porno mags!

Soon after, doors of the train closed, and it left the station carrying inside of it one Chuzai-san shocked beyond words, passengers roaring with laughter, and one full hour of “embarrassment.”

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