The Chikamori Selfacy (A Reboot)
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Chapter Eight - A Different Kind of Peace (Part Four)
Later on that Day
After taking a shower, separately, around nine in the morning, they found out that Bebe’s graduation ceremony was to take place that day, so Haruo and River got dressed up to go to the graduation. River was in a gorgeous burgundy red floor length evening gown with a hip-high split; she looked gorgeous in Haruo’s opinion. Haruo on the other hand was in a tuxedo so that he and River could be matching each other.
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River called out to Haruo who gazed at her in enraptured bliss. “So...what do you think?”
“You look absolutely stunning...ly beautiful…” Haruo enthused as he stared at her hourglass figure...and the hip-high slit from where he could see her thigh almost all the way up to mid-hip. Needless to say he was very aroused. River was pleased that she could elicit such a reaction out of her fiancé.
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Bebe smirked at him, “Woah… down, boy.” and looked innocent as Haruo flushed red with embarassment. Bebe knew exactly what Haruo was thinking about his fiancée and couldn’t resist teasing her two best friends who had finally gotten their act together and were headed down the nuptial path. She knew just how much Haruo cared for River and was glad that they’d finally managed to tell each other and she hoped that Torao would do the same eventually.
Haruo’s father called a taxi and everyone headed down to the City Hall where the graduation ceremony would take place. Fortunately for the family, it was a sunny day and no umbrellas were needed; in fact, for Bebe it was the perfect day for a graduation. Bebe had found a career path already; she was employed at the school where she’d graduated from – she was employed as a “playground monitor” for the kindergarten kids and from there, once she matriculated university and then had her convocation conferring her a degree in education, she’d end up moving up three positions to elementary school teacher, which would mean a §15 an hour increase in her gross pay making it well worth the money to go to university. It would mean she would be the first in her family to go to university as Gus and Dorie hadn’t gone. Dorie and Gus both had only high-school diplomas.
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When they had reached the city hall they assembled to head into the graduation ceremony. They were all dressed in their finery for Bebe’s graduation and Dorie and Gus would attend on their own as they’d moved out of the house. Of course the timing for their arrival was strictly dependent on whether or not Dorie could be excused from her political work, but she would make an appearance and Gus was making sure that he could make it and still be able to get to his work on time as he started his shift as a food quality control inspector at one in the afternoon.
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Graduation was a joyous time for most high-school students. And as usual, it was a typical graduation ceremony, long...hot and laborious, sitting through endless names being called up to the podium to receive their high-school diploma...and well, frankly, if you were a part of the band, endless repeats of Edward Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 or otherwise known as Land of Hope and Glory...which has now been played in every American and Canadian high-school since God Knows When! (Watcher: ...and yes, I've been in a concert band that has played at our high-school graduation ceremony (way back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth - for you young sarcastic types - my graduation ceremony memories have faded into the nebulous recesses of time)...after 60 repeats of Pomp and Circumstance, your lips start feeling like mush...(especially if you play the trumpet)).
After listening to endless speeches and exhortations about bearing a torch for the future and all sorts of other enlightening stuff like that, the graduate emerged...exhilerated with diploma in hand and a deepening fire in her belly to do something meaningful with her life. (Getting a 9-5 in a soul-siphoning classroom teaching recalcitrant rug-rats (six hours of teaching, two hours of teacher prepwork and a whole bunch of marking papers or at Bebe’s current career level: chasing screaming post-toddlers around the school grounds and breaking up fights)...at Sunset Valley School for the Gifted (a wonderful representation of the calibre of teaching positions available to those within the British Columbia Teacher’s Federation) was in her future...WELCOME TO ADULTHOOD. Don't let the high-school door hit you in the patootie on the way out...(cheerfully pedantic) Buh-bye...now… See you on Monday morning, don’t be late.) and this is what you have to look forward to, Bebe...47 years of soul-crushing servitude...43, if you go to university...oh...by the way, Happy Graduation."
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Yes, Bebe had ascended the mantle of young adulthood; the day in which she would receive her high-school diploma and be able to be a responsible young adult, a day in which she would be judged worthy to her betters and a day of celebration in her freedom from mundane high-school schoolwork; a release from the prison of everyday questions from her teachers, "Did you do your homework?"
No more pencils,
No more books,
No more teachers’ dirty looks,
When the teacher rings the bell,
Drop your books and run like hell.
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The graduations were long and well, considering it was spring; starting to reach boiling temperatures; both outside and inside. Which meant two hours of listening to teachers and fellow students exulting over their freedom from having to teach or listen to lectures and verbal exhortations designed to give someone an emotional kick in the rear-end. Whether that would help or not remained to be seen. When the speeches were finished there was an uproarious cheer and not a few "Oh, Thank the Watcher, I'm famished..." comments coming from those who'd had to put posterior end in hard seat for the two hours that it took for everyone including the class valedictorian to finish jabbering on about existential matters such as "stepping forward to make a difference in the world" and all that good stuff, all of which would be crushed ruthlessly when they set foot inside their 9-5 cubicle. That's life. Welcome to young adulthood and maturity.
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It was definitely inspiring to see the newly minted high-school graduate emerge from the city hall in graduate robes, her spirits merry and looking forward to taking the bull of life by the horns and wrestling it to the ground. Of course every so often the bull with catch you unawares with a hoof to the side of the head. But she'll learn...she shall learn...that...yeah...maybe it might be better to go to university and STAY there...getting as many degrees as she can.
After all most students get the hell away from school as quickly as they can and try to get themselves pertinent education on their way to a fulfilling career track. Bebe, on the other hand, had to endure endless, “Congratulations on your graduation, Bebe… I’ll see you at work, Monday, right?” She was wondering if she needed a vacation after all this. But of course having just started work, her first three months were a blackout period. She needed to have her rear-end at work...rest of her body accompanying it and pulling a full pay-period. The only other option for relaxing after high-school was putting her buttinsky in a classroom seat at a post-secondary educational institution of known repute: The University of British Columbia or (UBC) otherwise known colloquially amongst Lower Mainlanders as the University of Bumbling Confusion or “Where the hell is my next class? I have to walk from Neville Scarfe to the Irving K. Barber Learning Center in ten minutes and I have an advisory session about career tracks in early childhood education at the Berwicke Child Development Center then I only have fifteen minutes left to get my lunch at the SUB (Watcher: Student Union Building)??? ARE THEY EFFING KIDDING ME!??!!! WTH is this?” (Watcher: I have no idea...I was stuck at Sauder Business School for most of my time doing the Agent’s exam for my real estate Agent 9.15 license; I didn’t go for a degree.).
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After the long and brain-deadening graduation ceremony; they headed over to the Summerhill Court Park (not the Central Park across from the where they could enjoy themselves and have a bit of a relaxing afternoon. Though there was a line-up at the concession stands; they finally managed to get themselves fed before relaxing by fishing. Yasunobu, on the other hand; ever the consummate gardener, headed over to the section of park that housed the community garden and started harvesting the plantables there.
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Haruo, River and Torao tried to fish from the same section of bridge; whereas it was very lucky that they didn’t manage to hook each other with the barbed fish-hooks. Nothing like a trip to the ER at Sacred Spleen to get a fish-hook removal right after a wonderful day celebrating Bebe’s graduation. Needless to say...that would have capped off the day with a bit of pain after some pleasure.
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As it was, they fished until dark and then slowly made their way back home. And River and Haruo headed to bed, where they spent some time snuggling before finally dropping off to sleep.
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And...Franz...ate some food before curling up for bed as well...after a long day of trying to increase Haruo and River’s wealth...eventually they would have enough to purchase a home.
Elsewhere in the Lower Mainland
Two men were standing outside a home conversing animatedly over a subject of hot debate. Lamenting the demise of their sister, the two stood formulating a plan to resurrect the woman. There had always been the three of them and it hit hard that their sister was no longer with them.
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“Do you think it was the son who did it?” Michitake Sugihara stated; he had always been suspicious of the motives of the younger Chikamori.
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Hidekazu Sugihara looked over at his brother. “No...it was stated in the paper that she was killed going out in a meteor storm and she got struck by lightning then was hit by a meteor that landed directly on top of her.”
“I don’t buy the pat obituary in the paper saying that she died being struck by a meteor, it’s just too convenient. I still think that kid was involved. So how do we resurrect her...she needs to live a full life.” Michitake insisted, “There has to be a way to bring her back.”
“She always has hated you, you know that.” Hidekazu stated. “Considering the fact that you picked on her for most of her child-hood.”
“I’m trying to make amends, but she has always been headstrong. And brother, you are the same way in some respects.” Michitake replied, his lips pursing in a scowl. “I always knew that there was something money-grubbing about that kid and I intend to get to the bottom of it. I doubt I’m wrong.”
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“Don’t you think it smells kind of fishy that there was no inquest done on the body. They said that her body was incinerated by the heat of the meteor that hit her?” Hidekazu was starting to be convinced of some sort of foul-play that was involved in the death of her sister. Was it murder? Kill one of the three Sugiharas and the other two would go after the perpetrator of the deed like a bunch of rabid chihuahuas.
“What about Yasunobu?”
“I don’t know if he’s involved, but he seemed to have come into a lot of money recently.” Hidekazu nodded, “Money that very well should have been ours. Do you have a plan?”
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“Notify the police of the fact that the death looks suspicious and who do you think would be able to formulate such a result from an investigation?” Michitake replied.
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“I have a friend who was a police commissioner with the RCMP. I’m sure he could make some quiet in-roads into re-opening the case to ensure that there was a finding of foul-play.”
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“Grandmother won’t like it...She always had a soft spot for that kid and remember, she raised him to seven years old.” Michitake stated; playing devil’s advocate.
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“Well, Grandmother isn’t here now, is she?” Hidekazu stated. “...and justice needs to be done for Mayumi.”
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“I agree. Nobody murders our sister and gets away with it.” Michitake said decisively. “We need to bring those Chikamori scum down.”
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Chapter Eight - A Different Kind of Peace (Part Four)
Later on that Day
After taking a shower, separately, around nine in the morning, they found out that Bebe’s graduation ceremony was to take place that day, so Haruo and River got dressed up to go to the graduation. River was in a gorgeous burgundy red floor length evening gown with a hip-high split; she looked gorgeous in Haruo’s opinion. Haruo on the other hand was in a tuxedo so that he and River could be matching each other.
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River called out to Haruo who gazed at her in enraptured bliss. “So...what do you think?”
“You look absolutely stunning...ly beautiful…” Haruo enthused as he stared at her hourglass figure...and the hip-high slit from where he could see her thigh almost all the way up to mid-hip. Needless to say he was very aroused. River was pleased that she could elicit such a reaction out of her fiancé.
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Bebe smirked at him, “Woah… down, boy.” and looked innocent as Haruo flushed red with embarassment. Bebe knew exactly what Haruo was thinking about his fiancée and couldn’t resist teasing her two best friends who had finally gotten their act together and were headed down the nuptial path. She knew just how much Haruo cared for River and was glad that they’d finally managed to tell each other and she hoped that Torao would do the same eventually.
Haruo’s father called a taxi and everyone headed down to the City Hall where the graduation ceremony would take place. Fortunately for the family, it was a sunny day and no umbrellas were needed; in fact, for Bebe it was the perfect day for a graduation. Bebe had found a career path already; she was employed at the school where she’d graduated from – she was employed as a “playground monitor” for the kindergarten kids and from there, once she matriculated university and then had her convocation conferring her a degree in education, she’d end up moving up three positions to elementary school teacher, which would mean a §15 an hour increase in her gross pay making it well worth the money to go to university. It would mean she would be the first in her family to go to university as Gus and Dorie hadn’t gone. Dorie and Gus both had only high-school diplomas.
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When they had reached the city hall they assembled to head into the graduation ceremony. They were all dressed in their finery for Bebe’s graduation and Dorie and Gus would attend on their own as they’d moved out of the house. Of course the timing for their arrival was strictly dependent on whether or not Dorie could be excused from her political work, but she would make an appearance and Gus was making sure that he could make it and still be able to get to his work on time as he started his shift as a food quality control inspector at one in the afternoon.
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Graduation was a joyous time for most high-school students. And as usual, it was a typical graduation ceremony, long...hot and laborious, sitting through endless names being called up to the podium to receive their high-school diploma...and well, frankly, if you were a part of the band, endless repeats of Edward Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 or otherwise known as Land of Hope and Glory...which has now been played in every American and Canadian high-school since God Knows When! (Watcher: ...and yes, I've been in a concert band that has played at our high-school graduation ceremony (way back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth - for you young sarcastic types - my graduation ceremony memories have faded into the nebulous recesses of time)...after 60 repeats of Pomp and Circumstance, your lips start feeling like mush...(especially if you play the trumpet)).
After listening to endless speeches and exhortations about bearing a torch for the future and all sorts of other enlightening stuff like that, the graduate emerged...exhilerated with diploma in hand and a deepening fire in her belly to do something meaningful with her life. (Getting a 9-5 in a soul-siphoning classroom teaching recalcitrant rug-rats (six hours of teaching, two hours of teacher prepwork and a whole bunch of marking papers or at Bebe’s current career level: chasing screaming post-toddlers around the school grounds and breaking up fights)...at Sunset Valley School for the Gifted (a wonderful representation of the calibre of teaching positions available to those within the British Columbia Teacher’s Federation) was in her future...WELCOME TO ADULTHOOD. Don't let the high-school door hit you in the patootie on the way out...(cheerfully pedantic) Buh-bye...now… See you on Monday morning, don’t be late.) and this is what you have to look forward to, Bebe...47 years of soul-crushing servitude...43, if you go to university...oh...by the way, Happy Graduation."
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Yes, Bebe had ascended the mantle of young adulthood; the day in which she would receive her high-school diploma and be able to be a responsible young adult, a day in which she would be judged worthy to her betters and a day of celebration in her freedom from mundane high-school schoolwork; a release from the prison of everyday questions from her teachers, "Did you do your homework?"
No more pencils,
No more books,
No more teachers’ dirty looks,
When the teacher rings the bell,
Drop your books and run like hell.
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The graduations were long and well, considering it was spring; starting to reach boiling temperatures; both outside and inside. Which meant two hours of listening to teachers and fellow students exulting over their freedom from having to teach or listen to lectures and verbal exhortations designed to give someone an emotional kick in the rear-end. Whether that would help or not remained to be seen. When the speeches were finished there was an uproarious cheer and not a few "Oh, Thank the Watcher, I'm famished..." comments coming from those who'd had to put posterior end in hard seat for the two hours that it took for everyone including the class valedictorian to finish jabbering on about existential matters such as "stepping forward to make a difference in the world" and all that good stuff, all of which would be crushed ruthlessly when they set foot inside their 9-5 cubicle. That's life. Welcome to young adulthood and maturity.
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It was definitely inspiring to see the newly minted high-school graduate emerge from the city hall in graduate robes, her spirits merry and looking forward to taking the bull of life by the horns and wrestling it to the ground. Of course every so often the bull with catch you unawares with a hoof to the side of the head. But she'll learn...she shall learn...that...yeah...maybe it might be better to go to university and STAY there...getting as many degrees as she can.
After all most students get the hell away from school as quickly as they can and try to get themselves pertinent education on their way to a fulfilling career track. Bebe, on the other hand, had to endure endless, “Congratulations on your graduation, Bebe… I’ll see you at work, Monday, right?” She was wondering if she needed a vacation after all this. But of course having just started work, her first three months were a blackout period. She needed to have her rear-end at work...rest of her body accompanying it and pulling a full pay-period. The only other option for relaxing after high-school was putting her buttinsky in a classroom seat at a post-secondary educational institution of known repute: The University of British Columbia or (UBC) otherwise known colloquially amongst Lower Mainlanders as the University of Bumbling Confusion or “Where the hell is my next class? I have to walk from Neville Scarfe to the Irving K. Barber Learning Center in ten minutes and I have an advisory session about career tracks in early childhood education at the Berwicke Child Development Center then I only have fifteen minutes left to get my lunch at the SUB (Watcher: Student Union Building)??? ARE THEY EFFING KIDDING ME!??!!! WTH is this?” (Watcher: I have no idea...I was stuck at Sauder Business School for most of my time doing the Agent’s exam for my real estate Agent 9.15 license; I didn’t go for a degree.).
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After the long and brain-deadening graduation ceremony; they headed over to the Summerhill Court Park (not the Central Park across from the where they could enjoy themselves and have a bit of a relaxing afternoon. Though there was a line-up at the concession stands; they finally managed to get themselves fed before relaxing by fishing. Yasunobu, on the other hand; ever the consummate gardener, headed over to the section of park that housed the community garden and started harvesting the plantables there.
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Haruo, River and Torao tried to fish from the same section of bridge; whereas it was very lucky that they didn’t manage to hook each other with the barbed fish-hooks. Nothing like a trip to the ER at Sacred Spleen to get a fish-hook removal right after a wonderful day celebrating Bebe’s graduation. Needless to say...that would have capped off the day with a bit of pain after some pleasure.
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As it was, they fished until dark and then slowly made their way back home. And River and Haruo headed to bed, where they spent some time snuggling before finally dropping off to sleep.
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And...Franz...ate some food before curling up for bed as well...after a long day of trying to increase Haruo and River’s wealth...eventually they would have enough to purchase a home.
Elsewhere in the Lower Mainland
Two men were standing outside a home conversing animatedly over a subject of hot debate. Lamenting the demise of their sister, the two stood formulating a plan to resurrect the woman. There had always been the three of them and it hit hard that their sister was no longer with them.
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“Do you think it was the son who did it?” Michitake Sugihara stated; he had always been suspicious of the motives of the younger Chikamori.
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Hidekazu Sugihara looked over at his brother. “No...it was stated in the paper that she was killed going out in a meteor storm and she got struck by lightning then was hit by a meteor that landed directly on top of her.”
“I don’t buy the pat obituary in the paper saying that she died being struck by a meteor, it’s just too convenient. I still think that kid was involved. So how do we resurrect her...she needs to live a full life.” Michitake insisted, “There has to be a way to bring her back.”
“She always has hated you, you know that.” Hidekazu stated. “Considering the fact that you picked on her for most of her child-hood.”
“I’m trying to make amends, but she has always been headstrong. And brother, you are the same way in some respects.” Michitake replied, his lips pursing in a scowl. “I always knew that there was something money-grubbing about that kid and I intend to get to the bottom of it. I doubt I’m wrong.”
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“Don’t you think it smells kind of fishy that there was no inquest done on the body. They said that her body was incinerated by the heat of the meteor that hit her?” Hidekazu was starting to be convinced of some sort of foul-play that was involved in the death of her sister. Was it murder? Kill one of the three Sugiharas and the other two would go after the perpetrator of the deed like a bunch of rabid chihuahuas.
“What about Yasunobu?”
“I don’t know if he’s involved, but he seemed to have come into a lot of money recently.” Hidekazu nodded, “Money that very well should have been ours. Do you have a plan?”
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“Notify the police of the fact that the death looks suspicious and who do you think would be able to formulate such a result from an investigation?” Michitake replied.
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“I have a friend who was a police commissioner with the RCMP. I’m sure he could make some quiet in-roads into re-opening the case to ensure that there was a finding of foul-play.”
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“Grandmother won’t like it...She always had a soft spot for that kid and remember, she raised him to seven years old.” Michitake stated; playing devil’s advocate.
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“Well, Grandmother isn’t here now, is she?” Hidekazu stated. “...and justice needs to be done for Mayumi.”
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“I agree. Nobody murders our sister and gets away with it.” Michitake said decisively. “We need to bring those Chikamori scum down.”
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(end Part Four)
