Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 398 The Evil Capitalists!

The retribution came so quickly that Genji was caught off guard.

She had just finished eating a scoop of ice cream when she felt a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, which radiated to her waist, legs, and inner thighs. She felt like her lower body had gone limp.

No, I can't eat anymore...

If I keep eating like this, I might not be able to go to work tomorrow.

Genjiro carefully put away the remaining blueberry chocolate limited edition ice cream and placed it in the freezer, planning to eat it tomorrow night when she felt better. Fushimi Shika reminded her again that the fresh milk would spoil by tomorrow, so it was best to finish it today.

"It's alright, my stomach is fine... Besides, this is a token of your kindness, how could I waste it?" Yuan Yuzi, oblivious to her mistake and ignoring advice, clutched her stomach and went back to her room.

Fushimi Shika didn't care. He enjoyed his rare leisure time, becoming a couch potato and glued to the TV.

Pingyingzi finished her ice cream, but she wanted another one, so she set her sights on the ice cream scoop that Yuanyuzi had left in the refrigerator.

But she knew that Gentama would never give up that ice cream—Super Frutto's limited-edition ice cream was extremely hard to get, and many customers were already queuing up before dawn. If you missed the relaxation day, you would have to wait until next year, and even then, you might not be able to get it.

To snag those few ice creams, Fushimi Shika, an incredibly lazy person, actually queued for hours, probably getting lucky and managing to grab one of the last few... It's easy to imagine how much Minamoto Tamako cherished that frozen creamy sweetener dumpling.

After tasting it, Hira Sakurako realized how delicious it was. She wished she had asked Fushimi Shika to buy one more, because one was definitely not enough!

She got up furtively, pretended to tidy up the coffee table, stacked the ice boxes together, carried them into the kitchen, washed and dried them, put them in the trash can, and then secretly opened the refrigerator.

A warm yellow light shone on Hira Sakura's face, and a cool, icy mist filled the air. She stared blankly up at the glass shelf at the top, where the ice cream, like a giant dragon's treasure, shone brightly under the refrigerator light.

Hiss.

Hira Sakura licked her lips and peeked out guiltily. Fushimi Shika was still watching TV and seemed not to notice her little action. Minamoto Tamako was resting in her room, and this was the perfect opportunity to steal a bite!

But she knew in her heart that stealing food was wrong.

If Minamoto no Tamako knew she had stolen something, she would be extremely angry and disappointed—she could already imagine what Minamoto no Tamako would say: "Stealing food is a small matter, but losing one's integrity is a big deal," "If you want to eat something, just tell me, why steal it?" "Sakurako, how did you become a thief?"

For a moment, Hirayuko was torn between her inner thoughts and her own.

She recalled Fushimi Shika's teachings: as long as you're not caught, it's not stealing; and even if you are caught, you must find a way to argue your case...

In less than three seconds, Hira Sakurako came up with the perfect theft plan:

Hollow out the inside of an ice cream scoop, fill it with milk and blueberry juice, with the hole facing upwards. Before long, the milk and blueberry juice will freeze, and you won't be able to tell the difference from the outside.

If Gentama tastes it tomorrow and finds the flavor off, she'll just assume it's because the milk expired.

Ping Yingzi felt that this plan killed two birds with one stone, satisfying her appetite and preventing Yuan Yuzi from getting diarrhea... The milk and blueberry juice she filled would definitely last a day in the refrigerator, so there was no problem of them expiring or spoiling.

She was almost convinced herself.

If it were Fushimi Shika, he would absolutely do something that has a hundred benefits but one drawback without hesitation.

But she wasn't Fushimi Shika after all; she couldn't deceive herself. Stealing was stealing, even if it was an act of righteousness; there was no excuse. If she did such a thing, she would feel guilty whenever she saw Minamoto no Tamako.

Ping Yingzi silently closed the refrigerator door and walked back to her room with a serious expression.

Between her conscience and ice cream, she chose a compromise.

"Um," Hira Sakura cleared her throat and mumbled, "Could I have some more dessert?"

"No, I won't have an appetite for dinner tonight." Yuan Yuzi curled up in the blanket, only her head sticking out, looking like a giant snail.

"I promise I'll finish everything; there won't be any leftovers at dinner," Hira Sakurako tried to negotiate.

"Really?" Minamoto Tamako rolled over. "Then it's up to you."

"Are you sure it's up to me?" Hira Sakurako asked softly to confirm.

"Don't eat too much." Yuan Yuzi didn't think much of it. She hugged the thermos, lay on the bed, her mind a complete mess. She thought Ping Yingzi just wanted some cookies or candy or something. She had no idea that her best friend, who shared a bed with her, was actually eyeing her precious ice cream.

"Ok!"

Hira Sakurako was overjoyed. She had deliberately kept things vague. If Gen Tamako misunderstood, then it would be Gen Tamako's problem... Anyway, she had already asked and received a positive answer from Gen Tamako, so it wouldn't be considered stealing.

She openly opened the refrigerator, washed a spoon, and finished the last blueberry chocolate ice cream in the living room. Satisfied, she patted her stomach, feeling a cool sensation inside.

Ah, that feels so good. When it was time for dinner, Hira Sakura kept her promise and ate her bento box clean. She even helped with cleaning up the dishes and taking out the trash, all to prevent Gentama from noticing anything unusual in the refrigerator.

Fushimi Shika noticed, but he didn't say anything. It was just stealing an ice cream, no big deal. He figured that if Minamoto no Tamako found out, she would just complain a bit.

After dinner, the three of them went back to their rooms to rest.

Before going to bed, Minamoto no Tamako expressed her gratitude to Sakurako. She felt that Sakurako's initiative in ordering bento boxes, cleaning up the dishes, and taking care of the trash was a way of taking care of her during her period, which touched her deeply.

"It's nothing, it's what I should do." After lying down, Ping Yingzi turned over and faced away from Yuan Yuzi. "It's getting late, I have to go to school tomorrow, go to sleep."

Yuan Yuzi said "Goodnight" and closed her eyes. She had to go to work tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow was Fujiwara Homare's trial. It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly. She planned to rest up and at least be able to attend the trial.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Gentamako felt much better.

She usually only experiences abdominal pain on the first day of her period, and then it gets much better. Apart from some mood swings, her physical activity basically returns to normal.

"Wake up! Get up and take Sakura to school!"

After washing up and changing her clothes, Minamoto no Tamako woke up Fushimi Shika and asked him to take Hirako to school. Since Fushimi Shika didn't work, he should at least have something to do at home, right?

Yesterday, she made up for what she needed to make up for. With her superb massage skills, Fushimi-kun should have recovered his spirits by now. She wasn't forcing Fushimi-kun to go to work; she just asked him to take Sakura-ko to school. If he wanted to sleep, he could sleep when he got back. Fushimi-kun could surely do that, right?
Fushimi Shika rolled over in bed. He hadn't had enough sleep, and with his injured leg, he really wanted to decline the offer. But Minamoto no Tamako wouldn't agree. Only after he sleepily got up and opened the door did she grab her briefcase, put on her tie, and head out: "There's breakfast on the table. Don't forget to make sure she finishes it. I'm going to work!"

"Oh." Fushimi Shika yawned.

"Oh? Just one 'oh'?" Minamoto Tamako raised her eyebrows, thinking about how she worked hard and all the money she earned went to Fushimi-kun's rent. She felt like she was working for Fushimi Shika... And that was bad enough, but now when she went to work, Fushimi Shika only said "oh"!
She's currently menstruating, and her emotions are fluctuating wildly; she's easily angered.

"You've worked hard... Please do your best today too..." Fushimi Shika said weakly.

Gen Tamako snorted, thinking that was more like it. Her tone softened as she asked Fushimi Shika what she wanted to eat tonight, as she would buy groceries on her way home from get off work.

Fushimi Shika gave a few perfunctory words, saw Minamoto Tamako off, and then turned to ask Hira Sakurako, "Can you go to school by yourself?"

Hira Sakurako has changed into the school uniform of Waseda Industrial Elementary School, wearing a small yellow hat on her head and a large red backpack on her back. There is an alarm on the side that can be pulled to sound the siren.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is already a proper and adorable elementary school student!

If we let Hirako walk around outside alone, she might get targeted by some pervert... Thinking of this, Fushimi Shika felt a little irresponsible.

"no problem."

Ping Yingzi pulled a fruit knife from her school uniform pocket, pulled up the face mask stuffed in her collar to cover half her face, and instantly transformed from a proper elementary school student into an elementary school assassin.

"Never mind, I'll take you."

Fushimi Shika, expressionless, confiscated her fruit knife.

As is customary, he needs a wheelchair to go out, so nominally he takes Hira Sakura to school, but in reality, Hira Sakura pushes him to school.

Even though he was sitting still, Fushimi Shika couldn't help but complain: "Isn't there a school bus? It's such a short distance, aren't there teachers leading the students to pick them up and drop them off? I've seen them in TV dramas!"

Ping Yingzi said while pushing, "Students all take their own cars to and from school, so the school simply canceled the school bus and teacher pick-up and drop-off services."

"Damn capitalists!" Fushimi Shika slammed down his criticism.

Then he realized that Hirayuki pushing him to school seemed a bit like she was trying to get special treatment. All her classmates rode in private cars, while she was struggling to push her paralyzed brother to school; she might be isolated or ridiculed.

Hmm, I feel inexplicably guilty.

Fushimi Shika bluntly stated this, then said, "If you also want to ride in a car, I can secretly hire a chauffeur, but you'll have to find a way to keep it from Minamoto no Tamako. If she finds out, I won't be able to explain where the money came from..."

“There’s no need,” Hira Sakura interrupted.

"Oh? So you're able to socialize normally now?" Fushimi Shika was worried that her old illness would relapse: "What if someone verbally attacks you? Can you handle it?"

“I am confident that I can integrate with my peers on my own,” Hira Sakurako said earnestly.

"seriously?"

Fushimi Shika was very surprised, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart as his child grew up.

But then he had a second thought and a little worry. Ping Yingzi didn’t seem to have any personal charm. How could she possibly get along with other kids her age when her personality wasn’t even fully developed?
(End of this chapter)