Mirrored with permission from Outpost Nine and Azrael

Return of the Mack

I was sitting in the teachers room...doing whatever it is I do there, probably trying my best to stay awake and make it look like I'm actually doing something productive. It was between classes, so students roamed by in the hallways. I heard my name called, and looked up to see Watson standing in the doorway. "Watch. Please." He says in English.

Almost two years now. Almost two years and he is STILL after my watch. I don't even think it's about the watch anymore, now it's the principal of the matter.

The other teachers, meanwhile, laugh and say "Oh, he wants your watch huh?" Yeah, it's funny huh? I was laughing too...two years ago. WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING TO DISCOURAGE THIS?! When this kid is a beggar on the street I know who to blame now. That, or one of the old guys who stands in front of the sex salons trying to usher guys in. But never us Gaijin guys. Cause we're dieseased and dirty and we'll probably beat the whores up or something. Old dudes are probably jealous of our GAIJIN POWER at any rate.

*Ahem*, anyway, I digress. Watson's standing there trying to finnagle me out of my watch again. Noisy Fucker comes up behind him...Watson's no small kid, so he's more or less blocking the whole door. Noisy Fucker takes one look at him, then without even thinking about it, reaches up, grabs Watson by the wrist, and twists it a little. Watson recoils, and Noisy Fucker walks effortlessly through the door. ...Of course, he didn't forget to make his obligatory "WAAAAAAAAAAAUGH" "Coming Through the Door" sound. ...What the hell is that anyway?

I was shocked. I have to struggle with Watson for what seems like an eternity, and Noisy Fucker just handled him as if he were nothing. I couldn't believe it. To make matters worse, another male teacher went to leave the teachers room with Watson still in the way. Watson then did something, well, I can't call it surprising, but I certainly wasn't expecting it...he tried to grab this Japanese teacher guy's dick I always figured Watson was so determined to grab mine because I'm a big black guy, and Japan perpetuates that stereotype. I sort of assumed that Watson didn't have any interest in his own countrymen's dicks...but apparently I was absolutely wrong. ...I was kinda disappointed, for a moment I no longer felt special. Then I realized I was disappointed because a 15-year old Japanese boy isn't grabbing my dick *exclusively*...and let me tell you, 70+ showers lately and I still feel dirty. What is this country doing to me?

Anyway, this male teacher, acting purely on reaction time, grabs Watson's hands, then gives him a gentle shove down the hallway. Watson scampers away, and the teacher was free to go to wherever he was going. Again, I was shocked. I always consider large black men to be sort of overpowered in the grand scheme of things. Most people have a general fear/respect of power of us, with the notable exceptions of Black women, and the American police. However, while I had to have epic stuggles against this boy, two Japanese men, one being a Noisy Fucker no less, dispached him with ease. It left me baffled for the better part of the day.

It was then that I had a life-changing realization. My ANGST! had long since subsided (thanks for the support emails BTW), but my precious Kancho and Dodgedick Senses™ were still down. I'd assumed it was because of the ANGST!, but that wasn't it at all. Those Senses were kind of like a starters guide, training wheels for the uninitiated foreigner who simply has no idea that at some point in his life, an ambitious Japanese boy (or ten) will be trying to grab his dick, poke him in the ass, or in some occasions, both at the same time (I call that the Combo Deal). I however had gotten too comfortable in them. Egotistical, even. God had to knock me down a few pegs, which is why the Senses disappeared. The point is not to become some sort of Dickdodging Hero, no! (I can't imagine what crimes you'd be stopping with those powers anyway...) It's all about self-preservation. I'd forgotten that.

Once I realized myself, I ascended to a higher level of defense. I don't have anymore senses. I don't need them. Now, it's just natural. Case in point - I was outside, watching the tennis club practice. The tennis club is kind of isolated from the rest of the field, separated by a chain link fence. The baseball club was doing their own thing, and soccer club was miles away. I stood all alone, or so I thought. Suddenly, I turned around. There was nothing going off in my head, no warning signals, not even a thought. I just turned, and as I did I saw an ichinensei girl (the same girl who'd asked me for my profile back when I got molested) coming at me in the classic Kancho Approach - knees bent, shoulders low, arms out in front, fingers at the ready.

"What in the world were you just about to do?" I asked her.

She straightens herself. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. ...Nice day, isn't it?"

.......I'm back bitches. Bring the pain, I'm waiting for it.

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