This choice: The fan-club is waiting outside your apartment building • Go Back...Chapter #5SUMOothing Things Over by: wowee   As you continued to gripe about the situation you were so suddenly forced into you were so lost in thought that you failed to notice the crowd of girls crowded outside your dorm room. You quickly realize that the crowd of rambunctious school girls was your fan club, eagerly waiting for you by your dorm room ready to do who knows what with you. You reverse back around the nearest corner to hide, then taking a peek from your position you count more than ten girls in the group. It would be tough, but you think you could just barely muscle your way through them…
You take a deep breath and start to run as quickly as you could towards your front door. “There he is!” a girl shouts from the crowd and the crowd as one shifts their heads from your door (where they thought you were) to where you actually are, running at them like a mini bowling ball. Most of the girls step aside not wanting to get trampled although a few reach their hands out ready to “catch” you. Your hands (trained from video games and maybe the second fastest part of your body) slap away their advances with rapid speed. Batting a fifth hand away you manage to get your key out and pull the door open. Tumbling inside there’s only a few seconds before one of the girls can put their foot in the door. Adrenaline pumping at maximum levels you quickly gets the door closed and lock it tightly, feeling like some sort of survivor of the zombie apocalypse.
Whew! You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow as you collapse on the other side of the door. If this was how it was going to be every afternoon after school, maybe spending time with the sumo club was the better option. You would head back to the sumo arena tomorrow, not to wrestle, but at least to hide from the fan club.
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After your last class of the day you made sure to be the first one in the arena, hoping to have time to talk Mrs. Touya before sumo practice actually began. Your punctuality pays off as you see Mrs. Touya dressed in her own training mawashi (sumo outfit) a solid red in color, except for the orange training whistle which bounced side to side in front of her wide cleavage. Her top clings to her every curve, not hiding her large size but rather displaying it intimidatingly. You bound over the spongy training mats to meet her, but it takes a second for you to begin to speak, even if she was a retired sumo wrestler she still looked quite fearsome dressed in her full sumo attire.
You open your mouth to talk but before you can she moves to cut you off, a warm smile upon her face as she bows slightly to you, her enormous stomach bunching up like a fold in a beanbag chair. “CJ, I humbly apologize for my behavior yesterday.” She begins as she ends the bow, her voice not in the thick Japanese English she had scolded you with yesterday, but her warmer, smoother English. “You see, I was a little angry because of a big problem I am facing. The school has had one of the greatest sumo teams around, but this year, we are, not so good.” You remember yesterday how you noticed this year’s team looked terrible.
“That is why Dalton-san, I need you for the team! My own daughter truly gifted with the size and strength of a sumo wrestler has decided to do kendo, rather than take after her mother and join the team so you can imagine why I might have been a little upset. But You! You have already brought in a ton of new recruits, even my Sazuka herself expressed some interest the second she heard you would be joining, that is I hope, if you still wish to join.”
You certainly had not expected this…Mrs. Touya’s humble apology had caused your own feelings to do a complete reversal, and how could you possibly say no to a plea like that? “Okay” you consent “I’ll try” you say as your return her bow honorably.
“Excellent.” She says looking like she was about to wrap you in a big hug, catching herself she stopped just sort of sending you to be smothered in her cleavage. “Thank you for very much. CJ-san. I promise to train you with the honor and respect that I give all my students. And from now on it is not Mrs. Touya, it is sensei Touya understood?”
“Yes sensei!” You shout back snapping into a salute.
“Good! Now please follow me…” she stomps across the gym mat leaving deep and heavy footprints in the spongy material as she does so. Stopping just outside the locker room, she gestures for you to have a look inside. “Please find a mawashi that fits and come out ready to train…”
Inside the cold pre-Chubbeso men’s locker-room you find a few shrink wrapped packs of sumo belts. Judging from size alone most of them look like they wouldn’t fit your relatively skinny waist. You take the smallest of the bunch, open it and try it on. It’s a lose fit, but it mercifully covers more than you thought it would. As you tie the belt tightly, you mutter a bit on how unfair it was that women wrestlers had both a top and a bottom to their outfit and you were supposed to wrestle shirtless. You sigh as you look at your semi-pudgy self in the mirror, and then try to put your meanest wrestler face on, but try as you might, you hardly looking threatening. Sighing again, this time at the mess you had gotten yourself into, you slowly left the locker room and headed back to the sumo arena. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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