"Back to the Bay" Banzuke, Sumo Toshiyori, Part 4

"Well,… here goes nuthin’….." Sighed Rev head, as they got ready to turn the corner to the arrivals lounge, "Who’s going to tell ‘em ??".

"They’ll FREAK….." Muttered Bowser.

"Nah, no worries, …I expect one of them must have phoned, or something by now " replied Travis, with a casual air, as he strolled out confidently.

WELCOME BACK, AUSSIE SUMO SQUID !!

A hastily painted Banner hung over the railings, and the expectant faces of Colin and Ralph’s Parents, and some of the team’s friends were dotted behind it.

"Hello, Luv’…." Cooed Mrs Kubura, warmly as Travis approached her, "Is my Colin still waiting for his bags ??"

"And my Ralphie ??", added Mrs Harris expectantly, her Kangaroo ear’s twitching with excitement as she spoke.

The Otter flashed a glance over his shoulder for his team mates to back him up, but they just shrugged, and grinned cheesily.

"Didn’t they tell you ??" sighed Travis, in an exasperated manner.

"Squad" is spelt with an A not an I !!" quipped Rev-Head, The Sea Otter turned and flashed him an Evil glare !, that DIDN’T help !.

"Told you !" sneered the business like, Mr Harris, to Colin’s Father, who’d been proudly holding it up, "Should have paid more attention in School when you were younger, and less time messin’ around !!"

"Guess that’s why I could always, kick your tail…when it comes to Surfin’ an’ stuff…you always were a total SQUARE, an’ a SWOT !!" The slobby Koala rebuked him.

"Knock it off, Bruce Luv’ !!" snapped Mrs Kubura, at her squabbling Husband, and turned her attention back to the Otter in the Hawaiian shirt, "What’s going on ? they weren’t hurt or anything, were they?" she pleaded.

"Umm, No…" interrupted Bowser, scratching the back of his head nervously, "They just stayed on in Japan to train, for awhile……".

"Didn’t they phone ??" Rev – Head asked, a little surprised.

"I guess they haven’t had a chance yet……..", hissed Travis, to the Tasmanian Wolf as both sets of Parents just looked on in stunned silence and disbelief.

"BOWSER !!!, HOW WAS IT !!!", the Golden Retriever’s, Platypus friend grabbed him by the arm, over the railing, and excitedly pulled him close to him.

"Pretty Crazy !!!, But don’t worry…I got you those games like I promised !!".

"WOW…That’s Bonza’, ……You’re a really good Mate !!", Beamed the Homely Platypus, wide eyed with excitement, as the Dog wandered around the barrier, so he could open his hand luggage bag, and pulled out a small stuffed "Softmap" carrier bag for him.

"I met this English Wrestler over there, an’ he showed me this really cool shop in this Local shopping centre, the "Sunshine 60" Building…THAT’S where I picked all these up from…….." the Canine continued, as his friend gleefully checked out the graphics on the back of each game’s box.

"Who was that then ??, that Fox guy, the St Bernard or… ??" inquired the Platypus, blinking his beady eyes, eager to hear of his friends exploits.

"No !, the Badger believe it or not, Dennis Brock….He was a really good laugh, you’d have liked him…..He RULED on D.D.R…..".

Jethro’s expression changed, slowly to a more sorrowful one, and Bowser suddenly realised he was "Rubbing it in".

"I wish I could have gone too….." Jethro whispered sadly, looking downcast. "I’m such a lazy wuss…..".

"It was no picnic, really….Mate !" Bowser attempted to console him, "I had to dash out and get these, almost as soon as I got there…’Rest of the time was spend training…..and "stuff"…..", As he finished his sentence, the Golden Retrievers mind drifted to the "stuff", he was referring too, He and Travis had discovered and nurtured their love for each other, while they were over there, sharing a small Hotel room and a Shower of course.

"What’s this ??" questioned the Platypus, as he found a small plush Dragon toy at the bottom of the bag.

"Oh THAT ??, I won it on one of those "UFO catchers", it’s like a Crane grab game, where you try and get it to pick up a toy from the pile underneath it, you can have it….I won one for Travis too, but it was a "Human" plushie, ….. Kamui from the "X" Manga……".

"Human !?, UCCKK, I don’t know what sick mind ever came up with that weirdo concept…..", spat Jethro, gapping is Leathery bill in disgust, "Imagine being furless like that, Dragons are a much better idea…..".

"I’m glad you’re back, Matey…..", beamed Rory, putting an arm affectionately around the Flamboyantly dressed Sea Otter, and hugged him close to his shoulder, "Wasn’t much fun having to do a Double shift to cover for you…..".

"I’ll make it up to you……", simpered Travis, putting on the voice of someone a quarter his age. As he leaned sweetly against the Muscular Lion, who was still in his "more formal" Lifeguards Uniform, of White Vest and Red Shorts.

"So anyway how’d it go?, and how was the flight back ??", continued Rory, excitedly.

"We managed to sleep most of the way, I think…but I got to see at least one of the in flight movies…."Footrot Flats", y’know that Cartoon….. They showed "Animalymics" too, but I think I must have missed that one…….".

"Alright, who’s getting lift’s home, with whom ?", announced Mr Harris, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention.

"Huh, listen to Will’ Shake-a-spear with ‘is " ‘oom"…. You sound like a stuck up Pommie, Mate !" Snorted Colin’s Father, wrinkling his large Koala nose with disdain.

"DON’T GO THERE, Brucie !", Barked Mrs Kubura, warning her Husband, then reverted to her usual pleasant tone. "Now we can take Rory, Travis and Rev- Head back, as they live near us, and Jethro and Bowser can catch a lift with Maz’ and Skip….is that Ok ?", she asked turning to the upper/middle class Kangaroo couple, who just nodded their silent agreement.

"See you tomorrow, to train at Ralph’s Surf Hire then…??", Bowser asked Travis, as everyone made their way into the massive Airport Car park, swaggering along, laden down with their luggage.

"Sure….. if I don’t have to work double shifts straight away, to pay Rory back…..".

"I’m sure we can come to "Some" arrangement !", smirked the rugged Lion, pretending to lash the Otters tapered slender back with an imaginary whip.

"You up for it Rev – Head…..??" continued the Golden Retriever, eagerly.

"Yeah, I suppose…….", sighed the Tasmanian Wolf, in a far away tone.

"It’ll be good to get a good nights sleep in my own Bed……", added Bowser, thinking out loud, "I think we’re all pretty tired !".

The group went their separate ways, and loading their luggage into each vehicle, prepared to head for home. The Harris’s new KM [Kuma motors] "Yanez" Soft-top Jeep, putting the Kubura’s old VW Camper van, emblazoned with various Surfer and Hippy-ish stickers {Mostly to cover the Rust spots} very much to shame.

[Song]

"Overhead the albatross, hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time, comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land, and no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries, ‘starts to climb toward the light….."

Sang Mr Kubura, strumming on his battered old acoustic guitar as he sat in the back, along with Travis and Rory, as his wife drove their dilapidated old Camper, out of the car park, and headed towards home.
"Stop it with the pitiful ‘Floyd playing, or I’ll put my "Carpenters" tape on !!…" Threatened Mrs Kubura, to her melancholy Husband, "Col’ will be back soon, so don’t go gettin’ on a serious downer about it !".

"Yeah, Mr Kubura……" called Rev-head, supportively from the front passenger seat, "Ralph was originally gonna stay on, ON his own, but Colin changed his mind, last minute at the Airport… and headed back to the Beya to train with him".

"That’s Sweet…..", smiled the Motherly Koala, forcing a smile "Those Two have been such good friends since they where knee high……".

"I never thought, he’d be jettin’ around the world like ’e’s James Bond or something…. I never had chances like that when I was his age…..", bemoaned Mr Kubura.

"RIGHT !!….." snorted Mrs Kubura, " Forget "The Carpenters" I’m putting on the "ABBA Concert" tape !, Dig it out of the Glove box, will ya, Rev –Head, Luv ?".

"Oh NO, not the Bloody ABBA tape !!" wailed the slovenly Koala, as the Tasmanian Wolf rummaged around for it, "Chuck it out the window, when you find it, Mate…an’ do us all a favour !!".

"You were singin’ a different tune, when you TOOK me to see that Concert, when we first started dating, all those years ago !……." Mrs Kubura reminded him sternly. "If you ever watch "ABBA – The Movie", you’ll see us in one of the crowd’s…….", she announced proudly to her younger passengers.

"Aww, Jeez….Sorry Luv’……. It’s just I didn’t expect "THIS" t’ happen…… Shook me up a bit, y’know how it is……We don’t want ‘im t’ come back, a "Changed" Koala, eatin’ Sushi an’ stuff….. D’ we ??".

"Yeah, If I knew….. I’d have made him pack more Underwear, an’ packed him more of that Eucalyptus Chewing gum that he likes……", continued Crystal Kubura, oblivious to her passengers who couldn’t help but smirk, at her typical "Mothers" response.

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"I DON’T BELIVE HE DIDN’T HAVE THE DECENCY TO AT LEAST PHONE US !!", Snarled Mr Harris, finally loosing his cool, as they headed out into the traffic. Bowser and Jethro just cringed in the back seat, it felt really awkward being "In" on someone else's "Row".

"Maybe he just hasn’t had a chance yet, or there’s always the time difference…..", Ralph’s Mother defended him.

"BAH !", Snorted Skip Harris, suppressing his anger as he concentrated on his driving, "He’s more afraid we’d not let him stay over there, more like…… What "Training" is he doing over there, anyway, Bowser ?".

The Golden Retriever swallowed, and desperately racked his brain for a convincing reply, "Well, Mr Harris,…. There’s this retired Japanese Wrestler over there, who was scouting for student’s for his Sumo School, or Beya, and ………".

"He won’t last five minutes then !!", snapped the Kangaroo, "He doesn’t speak Japanese, and I don’t think he likes the food much either…… Another "Fad" !!….. He’ll be back in a week, or so with his Tail between his legs !".

"I'm not sure, Mr Harris, he’s always taken it pretty seriously……", added Jethro.

"You WOULD say that, wouldn’t you ?" spat the angry Father, "You’re looking after his precious "Surf hire" Hut, aren’t you……!!"

"Oh, what harm can it do?, let him enjoy life while he’s young !" Mrs Harris sighed for the umpteenth time.

"That’s all well and good, but he'll have to grow up and go into the "Real work" World, one of these days,…. I blame that Colin Kubura, he’s always been a bad influence on him !!".

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"Oh, my poor Kitty Kat…." Fawned the Lion, as he met him in the doorway.

"D’nt start, mutherin’ ME, please !", Groaned Decker, as the Taxi he’d took from the Airport pulled away and he limped inside the door to the flat they shared over the Gay Bar and Sauna. "Look, ah’m Sorry..", he apologised as he saw Nameh’s hurt expression, "It’s just ah feel so helpless, like this, ma Luv’…an’ da long plane journey didn’t ‘elp !!".

"Look, why don’t you get those "Nasty" clothes off, get into bed, an’ we’ll cuddle, and I’ll kiss it better, while you tell me all about it…..", Gushed the effeminate Lion, eagerly tracing a finger suggestively over the Tigers T shirt, feeling the sculpted musculature underneath.

"Well, ah right…..", grinned Decker, wrapping his arm’s around his lover drawing him in close to him, and kissing him passionately, "So…y’ miss me then ?" he added as they broke away from the embrace.

"Yes, Kitty Kat !", the Lion replied simply, looking adoringly into his lovers eyes, "But…..a few cute one’s came to the club, while you where away…..", he teased. Decker grinned a rye toothy smile, he could always tell when Nameh was teasing him, because of the mischievous Cub like grin that always spread across his Muzzle.

"But wh’t about "da club", who’s….. ??", questioned Decker, as Nameh scampered eagerly to the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, I’ve shut up "Shop" for tonight…..I think you’re worth it……", The Lion beamed back.

"L’k there’s som’thing y’ oughta know….. Jasper stayed over d’ere….." replied Decker, thinking of the business, "An’ ah’m not sure we’ll be seein’ Mush anytime soon either, ‘im an’ Ruffert ‘ad a fallin’ out, after Ruff’ decided t’ stay over d’ere too……..".

"What’s all this about "Staying in Japan"… ??".

"Dey stayed over wiv’ Dai’ an’ the other’s, to train at dis ol’ Shar-Pei’s Sumo School..….Look, it’s ah LONG story…….". groaned Decker as he headed up the stairs, his injury making him wince, but he kept it hidden as best he could. In a flash, Nameh had stripped off, and practically leapt into the bed, sitting up in it and invitingly patted the half that was the Tigers. Nameh’s eyes roamed over Decker hungrily, as he undressed and climbed in beside him.

"Oh, Kitty Kat….I’ve REALLY missed you, I was devastated when I saw you get hurt, and cried myself to sleep that night…..", wailed Nameh, as he threw his arms around him, and buried his head between the Tigers large White furred pectorals.

"Ah made ah stupid mistake…." Whispered Decker, lovingly brushing the Lions Mane back, and kissed him on the top of the head. "Y’ d’n’t want me t’ give up ma Sumo, though…D’ you ??".

"No, not if it makes my Kitty Kat happy….Besides you look so DAMN Sexy in that Mawashi thing, especially when you’re all Sweaty !!".

"WOT?!, more so d’an in ma "Leathers"…….", gasped the nude Tiger, "Ah missed wearin’ dem, y’know…. Must be da smell, ah hope you haven’t chucked any of ma Harness’s ah-way".

"No, of course not, my Love……", whispered the Lion, looking up at him like a Cub to a beloved Father, "They’re still neatly hung up on hangers in the Closet, just the way you like them…….".

"Ahhhh, gu’d……Now w’t about dat "Kissin’ better", y’ promised me ?", he growled, with false sterness.

Nameh quickly lent across and gave him a quick peck on the side of the muzzle, then withdrew, awaiting a response.

"It’s NOT good t’ TEASE ah Tiger….y’ KNOW ah meant, LOWER DOWN !". demanded Decker, playing to this partners Beta nature, instantly Decker threw back the African tribal print Duvet with a flourish, exposing both their naked bodies. Nameh gently but lovingly caressed and rubbed the Tigers inner thighs, causing a near instantaneous erection as the Tigers Maleness emerged from its sheath.

"Y’ see that "Nasty swelling"……" commented Decker, with a twinkle in his eye, "It needs ah nice warm Muzzle aroun’ it, t’ suck th’ "Poison" out……". Nameh didn’t need any further encouragement!, he enveloped it in his mouth in a heart beat, sealing his thin Black lips around it, and began to suckle.

Nameh would do anything his Lover asked of him, he’d fell in love with him as soon as they’d met, he had appeared to be this unobtainable "Trucker", to begin with, with a Husky Baritone "Deep South" accent which made him shudder. But thankfully he was just "Straight acting", and after undertaking a new fitness regime, "Blossomed" into a Muscular Feline with a fetish for Leather Harness’s and the like……. Customers to the Club would cry out for his attention, and flirt with him, endlessly. But Nameh always knew he’d be the one, he’d be making love to and sharing a Bed with at the end of the day.

"Mr Kuma’s let mah off W’rk, until ma Groin strain’s betta’….., So y’ll be stuck w’ me fer awhile….", moaned Decker, trying to hold a "Normal" conversation, while Nameh’s expert Muzzle sucked on his Maleness like a Leech hungry for blood, "Axel’s wid’ him, kinda…..OOHHHHHHH………coverin’ fer Dai’ an’ Morgan, while …….they’re…UHHHHH…..AHHHH…….In Japan training, an’……".

Abruptly the Tiger stopped, clenching his teeth tightly together as his Climax began to wash over him. "Ahhhhhhhmmmmm, CUUMMMMMMINNNNN’ !", he growled, his voice full of lust, as he roughly placed his hands behind Nameh’s head {The way the Lion liked}. So he "Wouldn’t" pull himself away from his Cock, and waste a single precious drop, as the flood of thick salty cream spurred out of the Tigers ample Cock, and violently shot, and pumped down Nameh’s willing throat. Once satisfied that he could muster up no more, Decker released him, and the Lion sat back up, on his heels. Licking his lips as he gazed at his dazed lover, who’s tongue hung out one side of his muzzle as he lay with his eyes closed, bathed in afterglow.

"How was that, Kitty Kat ?, am I still the undisputed Cock Sucking Champion of Canada ??", Simpered the effeminate slender Lion, eager for his approval.

"GGGGGGrrrrrrrr-eat !", moaned Decker’s now seemingly lifeless form.

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"Urrrggghhh, I must have nodded back off…." Rusty groaned to himself, as he slowly opened his eyes and caught sight of the time again. "It’s too late to go and check on them now, ‘knew I shouldn’t have had that second Wank……" he thought, as he swung his legs over the edge of the massive bed, and groggily staggered over to his computer. Switching it on, so he could check his E – Mails. Picking up the Stereo’s remote control, which lay nearby as the I-Mac booted up, he pressed the play button. Anything to break the dreadful lonely silence. With a mechanical whirr the Multi Disc CD player punctuated the air with music, Rusty recognised the tune as "Moon" by Kate, from the Dance-mania Ten Compilation, one of the first few D.D.R soundtracks, Dennis had managed to get hold of……

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Akkkk, someone’s at the door !?!", shuddered the nude Fox, as the sound of a knuckle rapping on the heavy wooden door emanated through the house, over the sound of the crooning female singer’s voice.

"Hang on !!, I’m coming !!!", he called down the stairs, as re-energised he darted into the Bathroom, and grabbed his old "Hotel Metropolitan" Yukata, from a peg behind the door. The Cotton robe was kind of a souvenir of first Basho he’d ever attended….. The Badgers larger one, hung on another peg beside it. Adjusting it and tying the belt hurriedly around his waist, he dashed down the stairs, towards the front door.

"Who is it ?", he called, suspiciously, as he was about to undo the lock.

"The Police !". came a deep authoritarian voice, from outside.

"THE POLICE !!!!!!" thought Rusty, swallowing hard in disbelief, he looked through the doors peephole to check, it was a Police officer, alright !. Full of trepidation, he nervously opened the door.

"Umm, can I help you ??", squeaked Rusty, as he was confronted by a solemn looking Police Dog, stood on his front step.

"Thank you, Mr…..??", replied the deep voiced Alsatian.

"My names Russell, but everyone calls me Rusty, so please just call me that….. There’s no need to be so formal", he gushed nervously, and stepping to one side, let the Police Constable wander inside his Victorian terrace house.

"I’m P.C Mike O’ Brian", announced the Uniformed German Shepherd, as he politely removed his peaked Cap, "Ok, then "Rusty",…I’ll get to the point, I’ve just been to what I’m led to believe is "Your" Sumo class, and……"

"Oh, NOOOOO !", Wailed the Fox in disbelief, throwing up his arms in despair, "Syd hasn’t done something has he ???……..".

"No, I’m not here in an official capacity, although I take it from that comment, you don’t trust him any further than you could throw him" Observed the Police Alsatian, blinking his deep Brown eyes.

"He’s not really that bad, just a bit high spirited, Tonneau’s hopefully kept him in line…"

"He quietened down a bit, once "Bully" smacked him to the ground in their "Re-match", Beamed the P.C with a slight smile.

"Bully"…..??, ‘you mean, Bruno…..??".

"Yes, ‘his Uncle’s had me training him, and anyway…… He let me have time off, to check out the class his Morning, I even ended up putting on a Mawashi and joining in……’that Tonneau is a real credit to you…."

"Yes, he’s pretty much the opposite, to Syd!, Tonneau is almost as Polite as a certain Japanese Panda I know….. But I take it you know the class is REALLY run by my…. ummm "Roommate", Dennis Brock, he was helped by Axel, one of the Kuma Motors team members for awhile too, while he was over here……My work has kind of prevented me from being as involved in Sumo, as much as I’d like to be…… I was pretty out of practice at the last Basho, I guess you can’t burn the candle at both ends…….."

"What do you do, then ??" asked the Constable, looking around the elegant living room, decorated and furnished in the style of Charles Rennie Mackintosh, complete with Argyle style chairs.

"I’m actually a Fashion Designer, I run my own company "Thistledown fashion"…….", Rusty announced proudly, and then cringed inwardly, because NOTHING sounded "Gayer" than being a "Fashion Designer", well maybe a "Furdresser", but…….

"Oh….. I see……." Replied P.C O’Brian casually, as his eyes continued wandering around the room, habitually scrutinising every detail. "Well, getting back to the point in question, I really thought I should get your permission to join "Your" or Mr Brock’s Sumo class. It was Tonneau’s suggestion that I should ask you, to make it "Official", Syd didn’t seem too keen, ‘said something about me being too Old……".

"That’s RUBBISH !, you’re no Older than anyone else I’ve seen competing….." gasped Rusty.

"That’s what I said !, I took the liberty of watching and videoing the recent Basho, since I was given the job of giving Bully I mean Bruno, some extra training, and found myself quite enthralled by it, you see……..".

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"Morgan ??" whispered Ruffert, looking across from where he lay on his own futon on the Beya’s floor, as all the Lower ranks were going to sleep.

"Ummmm, yeah…??" Groaned the Bear.

"I…I…can’t sleep….I need to get something from my bag……."

"Well, GET it then…..", moaned Morgan, his tiredness making him impatient.

"It’s in Hikari’s room…….!" Pleaded the Alsatian.

"Oh, wait a minute?… You’re talking about "Mannie" ??" hissed Morgan, referring to the Dog’s beloved Plushie "Postman" Human. "Oh, COME ON, what will everyone else think and say ?".

"PLEASE….." whined Ruffert, his ears drooping to his head, sadly. "He’s really small, and I can keep him hidden…..".

Morgan’s memory drifted back to when he had first seen the Canine snuggled up with his favourite Puppy-hood toy, all that time ago, when they first spent a weekend training together with Dai’ in the Kuma Motors Gym.

"Oh ALL RIGHT !!", hissed Morgan in a hushed whisper, "We’ll say you’ve forgot your toothbrush or something…….".

"What’s that noise ?" squeaked Ruffert as a rasping noise emanated from within one of the private room’s, as they determined which one was Hikari’s.

"Kakera’s snoring !", hissed Morgan. The light was still on in Hikari’s room, and it shone through the gap beneath the door, accompanied with faint beeping noises from a Computer Games console with the Volume turned down low. As the pair, clad only in the underwear they’d been sleeping in, aprehesifully knocked, gently on the door.

"Hai ?, Yessssss !?!!", hissed the Akita’s voice from within.

Ruffert and Morgan took that as a signal to enter, and cautiously did, bowing humbly as they did so. Hikari paused his game of Playstation Mah-Jongg that he had been playing and whirled around. "YES ?, What you pair want ?, Bedtime story ??", he snarled angrily, adjusting his Yukata as he stood up from where he’d been sitting crossed legged on the floor, to confront them,

"Umm, Ruffert just wanted to get something from his Bag…..,Sir ", muttered Morgan, manovering himself so he could "Shield" Ruffert as he rummaged through his rucksack.

"Huh…..", snorted the Japanese Dog, as he gave him one of his usual withering stares, rooting him to the spot.

"Here’s my "Toothbrush"…….", announced Ruffert, gleefully after what seemed like a L-O-N-G few minutes.

"We’re both VERY sorry, for disturbing you….." replied Morgan, humbly. As the Akita turned his back on them, indifferently, and bent down to pick up the controller to un-pause the game of Computer Mah-Jongg he’d been playing.

"Ahhh !" yelped Ruffert, just as he opened the door to go, he nearly slipped on a glossy magazine that had been left on the matted floor. Desperately trying to keep his balance, he flailed his arms and Mannie dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

"BAKAMONO !!" roared Hikari, snapping his head around at the sound of the commotion, and with a wide eyed evil expression, explosively darted over towards them, snatching the small plush toy off the floor, like a Sea bird plucking a Fish from the Sea as he did so. "So you come…FOR THIS !!", he fumed, attracting the attention of the others who were trying to sleep outside, who all strained their necks, only to see the Akita brandishing the small plush accusingly at Ruffert, who trembled a little in fear.

"Ye-yes,….. it’s m.m….mine !", the German Shepherd whimpered, "P..Please give it back !" he begged.

"I not believing this……." gasped Hikari full of disbelief, "You thinking this "Sleepover party" like in American movie ???……".

"No, Sir……" cut in Morgan, as Ruffert kept his eyes firmly transfixed on the Plush, clenched in the Akita’s vice like grip, terrified that he might rip it to shreds in a fit of anger.

"WHAT GOING ON !!!", Boomed Mr Yamamoto, appearing in the open doorway.

"One of "Brave" new students come to get his Puppy toy, for sleeping with, Oyakata !", muttered Hikari, dryly, holding his hand out, showing it to the angry wrinkly Shar-pei. "What sort of Wrestlers do you thinking they make ??" he added. A muffled nervous laughter came from the other students outside as they overheard. Mr Yamamoto just scrutinised each of the three in the room, silently, in turn, Ruffert, Morgan, Hikari, and the small toy he held gripped tightly in his fist, then spoke. "I seem to be remembering you, crying into pillow when you first joining our previous Beya……… And what of you playing Computer Gamesoft, is that not what Pup’s play when they come home after day at School ??", he chastised his Student, who hung his head in shame.

"Y..Yes, Oyakata…..", he muttered, looking at his feet.

"You should not be judge others, unless you yourself are "Perfect" and without fault….!!", the wizened old Dog, observed, "Now, give Toy back, you having Playstation to "Play" with….., and don’t be playing any noisy dance game, now… Everyone want SLEEP, busy first day for them, tomorrow !!".

"I’m playing Mah-Jongg, Oyakata !" gasped Hikari, desperate to redeem himself in his eyes. But Mr Yamamoto just sighed, and putting a Fatherly arm across Morgan and Ruffert’s shoulders, usurered them out of the room, escorting them back to their beds.

"Right, "Show" is over!" the Elderly Dog hissed to the motley crew, laid out in Futons on the Beya floor, "All going sleep now, NO TALKING !!, …..Oyasumi !!". Knall and Lyro shuddered at his last word, remembering when they’d last heard it, when they’d been entrusted to his care, so they wouldn’t fight amongst themselves before the Basho. Ruffert snuggled up to his little Toy, nuzzling it to his face, "Never mind, what "Noisy" games Hikari might play, I don’t think it could blot out, Kakera’s SNORING !", Whispered the German Shepherd to Morgan. Who had a paternal smile spread across his face, as he glazed at the Canine snuggled up with his Plush Postman, illuminated by dim light coming from the street lights from outside.

"HUH, that’s NOTHING……" added Ralph, quietly, "Wait until ol’ Col’ gets going….You’d think someone was sawing wood !!"

"Good night, "John boy !", hissed Colin, from a bit further down, mindful of both the Oyakata’s warning to be quiet, and the fact that he was now Ralph’s "Tsukebito".

"I ist not vanting, ve you, tomorrow……" breathed Knall, in the German Shepherds direction, "Hikari ist to be ‘aving grudge against you, now… I ist thinking…..".

TO BE CONTINUED……..

{What characters do you like ?, who you’d like to see more of ?, etc.}

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