Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 497 The Dark Night Deer King
Although this drama wasn't particularly tear-jerking, when Minamoto no Tamako saw Kaoru proposing to Tatsuro at the construction site, she still cried her eyes out.

"Waaaaah... This is so wonderful..."

She linked arms with Fushimi Shika, leaned against his shoulder, and wiped her nose with a tissue while sighing.

Fushimi Shika was surprised to learn that this guy was so easily moved to tears. He looked at the pixelated quality of the video and the terrible special effects at the beginning, but he was completely unmoved. He even felt like laughing at the melodramatic scenes.

However, the feeling of Yuan Yuzi leaning against him seemed quite nice.

He could smell the scent of the shampoo on Gentama's hair, and felt a light, warm, and very soft weight pressing down on him, like holding a cat.

Fushimi Shika felt embarrassed to reach out and hug her; if it were any other woman, his hand would have already been inside her clothes or pants.

However, the one leaning against him was Minamoto no Tamako.

Fushimi Shika repeatedly tried to mentally prepare himself, resting his right hand on the back of the sofa and impatiently tapping his fingers.

He has been in this position for almost eight hours.

At first, Shika Fushimi thought "101st Proposal" was a movie, but the more he watched, the more something seemed off. The story got longer and longer, and he pretended to press pause under the pretense of getting a Coke, but actually wanted to see where the progress bar was. That's when he realized that it was actually a TV series.

Each episode is forty minutes long, and there are twelve episodes in total.

Halfway through, Ping Yingzi ordered takeout, and they had lunch on the sofa—a chain pizza, typical junk food.

It wasn't until four or five in the afternoon that Minamoto no Tamako finished watching the drama.

Her first reaction was that she wanted more, feeling that it was a truly wonderful story, moving and tear-jerking, and that it would surely become a classic film or television work in the future.

The TV screen began playing the production team's subtitles. Yuan Yuzi yawned and couldn't help but stretch, her slender waist stretching out under her shirt, her waist and hips outlining a soft curve.

She didn't sleep a wink last night, and should have caught up on her sleep this morning. She planned to go to bed after watching the movie, but the videotape was so long that she didn't get a proper rest.

Fushimi Shika changed the videotape several times during the series, mainly because Minamoto Tamako got hooked on it and couldn't resist watching it all the way through.

After stretching, Yuan Yuzi instinctively wanted to curl up back on the sofa and maintain the comfortable posture she had been in.

She tilted her head and leaned it skillfully on Fushimi-kun's shoulder, only then realizing something was wrong.

……and many more!
When did you get into this position?!
Yuan Yuzi's eyes widened, her little mouth immediately pursed into a '^' shape, her little head started to feel hot again, and her legs couldn't help but curl up.

Fushimi Shika remained silent as well. He looked calm on the surface, leaning back on the sofa. His fingers stopped tapping the backrest, and he also stopped shaking his leg.

The two sat there, facing the black-screened television, motionless, neither of them speaking.

The living room became even darker, with a faint light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, through which they could vaguely see the reflection from the screen.

Genji quietly looked up and stole a glance at Fushimi-kun, but unfortunately she couldn't see his expression clearly, only a vague outline.

She stared for a moment before realizing that Fushimi-kun seemed to be looking at her as well. Startled, she quickly withdrew her head.

"Ahem," Fushimi Shika coughed lightly, "Are you hungry?"

“…No.” Gen Tamako said softly.

"What's next?" Fushimi Shika turned his face away, his gaze unfocused, his attention completely concentrated on the thing in his arms, where touch was more acute than sight at this moment.

"W-what's the next item?" Gen Tamako asked.

"It's something couples should do. Didn't you make a list? Now that you've watched a movie and held hands, what's next?" Fushimi Shika pretended not to care, deliberately speaking in a relaxed tone, as if discussing 'what job to do next'.

He didn't know what he was nervous about, but he was inexplicably nervous.

Yuan Yuzi thought to herself that she hadn't made a list at all; it was clearly you who made it up on your own.

But instead of correcting her, she gently reminded him, "We haven't held hands yet."

As she spoke, Minamoto no Tamako looked down at Fushimi-kun's left hand. She was holding his arm, and she could see that his hand was resting on the sofa cushion, very obediently, without moving around.

She couldn't resist reaching out her finger and gently poking the back of Fushimi's hand.

Fushimi Shika felt a little itchy, as if something was blocking his chest, and his heart was beating very fast.

He turned his left hand over so that his palm was facing up.

Gen Tamako poked his palm again with her little hand, like a chick pecking at rice. Before she could pull her hand back, Fushimi Shika closed his fingers and grabbed her little hand.

Big hand holding small hand.

Fushimi Shika could feel Minamoto no Tamako gently scratching him, her almost transparent fingernails scraping against his palm.

He loosened his grip slightly, and Genji's fingers emerged from between his fingers.

The two interlocked their fingers, their hearts and pulses seemingly transmitting rhythm through their palms.

Gen Tamako said shyly, "I... my palms are a little sweaty."

"It's nothing." Fushimi Shika originally wanted to say that his palms were sweaty, but he couldn't bring himself to do it and didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so he didn't say anything and just assumed that the slight dampness on his palms was all from Minamoto no Tamako's sweat.

The two sat quietly for a long time, but instead of calming down, their body temperatures rose higher and higher.

The intense heat filled the living room.

This time, before Fushimi Shika could speak, Minamoto Tamako broke the silence first: "The next item is a kiss..."

Fushimi Shika had already removed all the security cameras in her house beforehand. She removed what needed to be removed, threw away what needed to be thrown away, and sealed the ones that couldn't be removed completely with tape and super glue.

Now he no longer has to worry about his mother-in-law suddenly popping up and saying 'NO'.

Fushimi Shika turned slightly to face Minamoto no Tamako, frantically scraping his tongue between his teeth to prevent any pizza beef bits from getting stuck.

Yuan Yuzi also straightened up and knelt on the sofa, her fair little feet resting under her heart-shaped buttocks.

She dared not look directly at Fushimi-kun, keeping her head down and her hands on her knees, as if only in this way could she maintain her sitting posture.

Fushimi Shika wasn't sure if she had her eyes closed; her ahoge (cowlick) was getting in the way, blocking her view. He had to tilt his head slightly to find another angle.

Minamoto no Tamako thought Fushimi was about to kiss her, and her heart trembled. She instinctively shrank back. Then she realized that her action was really inappropriate.

She explained softly, "Um...it's my first time kissing someone..."

"It's okay, I have experience." Fushimi Shika said, only to realize later that this didn't seem like a good thing.

Fortunately, Gentamako didn't seem to mind. She was unusually not jealous; she simply nodded, slightly raised her chin, and closed her eyes.

By the dim light, Fushimi Shika could see her face clearly. It was still fair and soft, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her lips, like cherry blossom petals, were half-open and half-closed, as if she wanted to refuse but also wanted to welcome.

He instinctively wanted to cup Yuan Yuzi's face, but then felt it wasn't appropriate to cup her face during their first kiss, so he put his hands down, wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes, and then leaned down slightly to touch her.

The first time was like a dragonfly skimming the water, ambiguous yet restrained.

The two parted ways immediately after touching, feeling something was missing, a void in their hearts, like drinking a sip of warm water before a meal—it neither quenched their thirst nor filled them, but instead made them even hungrier.

"One more time?" Fushimi Shika asked.

“…Hmm.” Gen Tamako’s voice was barely audible.

The second time was like a powder keg exploding. One side was attacking fiercely, with its tangled forearms supporting it on both sides, while the other side struggled to meet it, enduring the collision between lips and teeth, its body gradually leaning backward.

After a long while, Yuan Yuzi let out a soft hum through her nose. She was a little out of breath and felt dizzy.

Fushimi Shika loosened her grip slightly, breathing heavily alongside Minamoto Tamako. The latter wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lower back resting against the sofa armrest, with nowhere left to retreat.

About ten seconds later, they gradually caught their breath.

"One more time?" Gen Tamako asked.

Just as Fushimi Shika was about to answer, Minamoto no Tamako wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him forcefully, using the exact same method as before.

The living room fell silent again, with only a few soft hums occasionally breaking the silence.

It seemed that Minamoto no Tamako had flipped a strange switch; she was both demanding and trying to conquer him.

Fushimi Shika didn't care; he hadn't sunk to the point of being defeated by a kiss. As long as Minamoto no Tamako was willing, they could kiss for as long as they wanted; he was very confident in his stamina in that regard.

Unexpectedly, the kiss lasted for half an hour.

Fushimi Shika felt like his lips were about to burst and his throat was on fire, completely losing any romantic thoughts; on the other hand, Minamoto no Tamako was still in high spirits. This girl was like water, with an abundance of saliva, and she kept kissing him endlessly, getting more and more enthusiastic as she kissed him.

When Fushimi Shika was massaging her feet before, she noticed that when Minamoto no Tamako was excited, she would drool a lot. The drool was clear and a little sticky, and when it dripped from between her fingers, it would even be slightly stringy.

The same situation exists right now; Fushimi Shika's collar is all wet.

He felt the foreplay had reached the right point, and it was time to start the main event. His wicked hand landed on Gen Tamako's waist. It felt wonderful, soft and smooth, and she even had a little bit of abs.

Just as Fushimi Shika was about to touch him, Minamoto Tamako slapped his hand away.

"Hmm... concentrate..."

Genji loosened her grip slightly, muttered something under her breath, and continued to nibble on her lips while clinging to Fushimi Shika's neck.

"...?"

Fushimi Shika tried to shrink back, but Minamoto Tamako clung to him like glue, impossible to shake off. He had no choice but to grab her shoulders and push her a short distance away, asking, "What do you mean, 'concentrate'?"

Minamoto no Tamako blinked. She wanted to continue, but Fushimi pushed her away, making her feel a little embarrassed. If she continued to cling to him, she would feel like a harlot. As the daughter of the Kujo family, the education she received from childhood did not allow her to do such a thing.

"I... I was just focused on kissing..." she said innocently.

Fushimi Shika glanced at the wall clock, then wiped his mouth with his other hand: "That's enough, it's been over forty minutes..."

"Really?" Gen Tamako was disappointed. "Time flies so fast."

"Hmm, it's alright, we can continue doing 'things couples do' tomorrow," Fushimi Shika paused, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Speaking of which, what should we do next?"

Now it's time for the part we all want to see, right?

Yuan Yuzi took out a tissue and wiped her mouth. She had used a lot of tissues while watching TV, so the cardboard box was right next to her.

"Next... the next one seems to be giving each other nicknames." Minamoto no Tamako's face was very red; she hadn't yet recovered from the afterglow of the kiss.

Happy times always fly by. Before I knew it, we'd been kissing for so long. Fushimi-kun, do you think I'm a pervert?

Minamoto Tamako felt a little worried, but then she remembered what Fushimi-kun had just said, "We can continue tomorrow," and she felt a little hopeful. She felt all the pressure and negative emotions that had accumulated recently vanish.

No wonder everyone loves being in a relationship; it's actually so beneficial to physical and mental health.

Hmm, this is great, we should be in love. On the other hand, Fushimi Shika was greatly disappointed. He felt that the things they should have done were completely neglected, and Minamoto no Tamako's obsession with kissing was a bit frightening to him. It felt even more intense than foot massage. Maybe this little one's whole body is a sensitive spot.

But then again, the feeling of kissing was really nice, and Minamoto no Tamako was very soft to hold.

Fushimi Shika thought that although he hadn't been able to go all the way this time, he had still gained a lot. He thought that if he could level up his "sexual skills" again, he might be able to succeed next time.

Yes, kissing is fine too, we should kiss.

Both of them felt incredibly lucky, and after savoring the moment, they steered the conversation back to the topic of "choosing a nickname".

"How about calling her 'Tamako-chan'? It sounds pretty cute." Fushimi Shika leaned back on the sofa, gradually reverting to his relaxed, lounging posture.

"What?!" Minamoto Tamako crossed her arms and made a big "X" to indicate her disagreement.

Fushimi Shika suddenly remembered that Minamoto Tamako had mentioned before that when she was in elementary school or kindergarten, her classmates often gave her nicknames like "Egg" or "Egg Sauce".

"Then let's call her Tamako," he suggested.

In Japan, calling someone by their first name is considered very intimate; generally, only lovers or family members would use their first name directly.

"Sigh, so ordinary." Gen Tamako pouted.

Fushimi Shika finally understood why girls in China liked to call their babies "baby" in her previous life; it was probably because it sounded sweet and clingy.

He felt that the way people addressed each other was unimportant, but since Minamoto Tamako cared so much about it, he was too embarrassed to spoil the mood, so he could only continue to think of nicknames, all of which were rejected by Minamoto Tamako.

"Then what are you going to call me?" Fushimi Shika decided to retaliate.

No matter what nickname Genjiro Tamako intends to call him, he will find fault with everything and make Genjiro Tamako experience the same pain.

"Well, this..."

Genji Tamako rested her chin on her hand, striking the standard pose of a great detective deep in thought: "Although it's a bit inexplicable and very strange, a strange nickname has indeed popped into my head."

"What?" Fushimi Shika asked.

"Ah Hao."

Gen Tamako looked up, frowning as she pondered, "Why this name? It's so strange... but I always feel like this is the right way to call you."

Fushimi Shika was stunned and couldn't say a word.

He remained silent for a long time, watching Yuan Yuzi struggle with her thoughts. When Yuan Yuzi asked him how it felt to be called by that name, he suddenly smiled with relief, feeling that the past was no longer important.

It really doesn't matter anymore.

Fushimi Shika said, "Just call me Shika, or Shika-kun, whatever sounds good to you."

Yuan Yuzi shook her head repeatedly, feeling that the address was not intimate enough, and sounded like something an elementary school classmate or younger sister would call her.

Fushimi Shika was getting impatient. He discussed things casually with Minamoto no Tamako, but after chatting for a while, they still couldn't come up with a decision.

"How about calling him 'King of the Dark Deer'?" Yuan Yuzi suddenly asked.

"?"

A question mark appeared above Fushimi Shika's head; he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yuan Yuzi figured he might be dissatisfied, so she offered a few backup plans: "How about 'Dark Night Deer King'? Not satisfied? How about 'Demon of Deduction'? Actually, I think 'Deer of Truth' would suit you very well, but unfortunately, I've already chosen that as the nickname for the deduction team."

"... "

Fushimi Shika, his face expressionless, finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Are you sure? If we have children in the future, will you call me Dark Night Deer King in front of them?"

Gen Tamako was startled: "Why are we suddenly talking about children?"

Fushimi Shika felt that her IQ plummeted after the kiss; maybe that saliva was dead cerebrospinal fluid, and that the kiss had sucked out Minamoto Tamako's brains.

"That's not the point; I was just giving an example!"

Fushimi Shika sighed: "Suppose, I mean suppose, you take me to see Commander Kujo or the head of the Kujo family, and we kneel together before our elders. To show our affection and intimacy, you call me 'Dark Night Deer King' or 'Demon of Deduction' in front of them..."

Yuan Yuzi imagined it herself and was so embarrassed that her toes curled up.

But she wasn't willing to give up so easily and stubbornly insisted, "The nickname is what we call each other in private, we don't necessarily have to tell outsiders!"

Fushimi Shika decided to fight fire with fire: "What if I called you 'Jewel of Justice' or 'Wings of Investigation'?"

He wasn't a native Japanese, after all, and hadn't grasped the essence of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) naming. Neither of these nicknames was as imposing as "Dark Night Deer King" or "Demon of Deduction."

Gen Tamako actually thought about it for a moment, then shook her head: "It's missing something."

"... "

Having discussed it to this point, Fushimi Shika understood what nickname she wanted: "How about I call you 'Captain'? What do you think of that nickname?"

Genji's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly, snuggling up next to Fushimi Shika and naturally taking her arm: "Yes, yes, I think it's great."

"hold head high."

Fushimi Shika was already numb to it. All this guy was thinking about was climbing the ranks and becoming the de facto leader of the deduction team. He might as well let her have her fun.

"Then I'll call you..."

"You're not allowed to call him 'Dark Night Deer King,'" Fushimi Shika interrupted. "Even the Demon of Deduction isn't allowed."

"Shika-kun, is that alright?" Minamoto no Tamako didn't argue with him. After all, the purpose of choosing a nickname was to make the other person feel comfortable. Since Fushimi-kun felt that calling him 'Shika-kun' or 'Shika' was more comfortable, then that would be fine.

“Okay.” Fushimi Shika nodded.

Yuan Yuzi leaned on his shoulder, deliberately tilting her head back to ask, "So what should you call me now?"

"Captain," Fushimi Shika said weakly.

"Yoshi!" Minamoto Tamako was delighted: "Make it feel more like you're in love, and don't be so stiff in your tone."

"Captain~" Fushimi Shika said sarcastically.

“Hmm,” Gen Tamako said, not minding, “Don’t be too frivolous. It should feel like deep affection and entrusting your life to someone.”

"Captain!" Shika Fushimi began to imitate the Navy.

Gentamako was both happy and blissful, clinging to Fushimi Shika's arm and refusing to let go, constantly nagging him to call out a few more times; Fushimi Shika, unusually generous, satisfied Gentamako's request time and time again.

The two played around for a while, and before they knew it, it was evening.

Genji Tamako intended to just buy some bento boxes as usual, but Fushimi Shika insisted on cooking them herself.

He took Minamoto no Tamako out to buy groceries, and they strolled through the market together in the evening. Finally, they had the atmosphere of being deeply in love, and even the martial law couldn't suppress the flames of their love. Before leaving, Minamoto no Tamako asked Kazama-senpai to watch the house to prevent Hirako from being kidnapped again.

After returning home, Fushimi Shika prepared a sumptuous dinner, all of which were Minamoto Tamako's favorite dishes: eel rice, curry beef, oden, fried cod, and more. After dinner, there were also high-class desserts and chilled watermelon. Even Koreans would be moved to tears by the sight.

After helping to serve the dishes and set the table, Yuan Yuzi looked towards the door with some concern:
"I wonder how Sakura is resting."

Love may give people a slight respite from the burdens of life, but troubles don't disappear; you still have to face them.

After calming herself down, Yuan Yuzi felt less anxious and more confident in facing the tasks ahead with a more positive attitude.

Just like when she was in police academy, no matter what setbacks she encountered, she could get back up with top-notch energy!

"Sakurako, dinner's ready!"

She sat down at the dining table, and before Hira Sakurako left the room, she took out a small black notebook and began to list the actual 'list':
1. "Comforting Sakurako"

2. "To ensure Sakurako's safety and well-being in the future."

3. "Give Ah Jun a dignified pet funeral."

4. "Go to bed before 10 pm and adjust your sleep schedule."

5. "Investigate the whereabouts of Miyazaki Yuuko"

6. Organize and practice new knowledge

7. "Inquire about the specific details of Sakura's kidnapping."

8. "Waiting for Uesugi Shion to be apprehended and summoned for questioning."

……

After writing down what needed to be done next, Yuan Yuzi nodded in satisfaction and closed her pen.

Fushimi Shika offered to help serve the rice, and stood behind Minamoto Tamako, peeking at her.

He had no objection to the first few points, feeling that those things should indeed be done, but the two points, "investigating the whereabouts of Miyazaki Gardenia" and "organizing and putting new knowledge into practice," made him a little anxious.

Fushimi Shika pretended to be passing by, with an expression that said, "I just happened to see this," and asked, "What do you mean by organizing and practicing new knowledge?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you before? After I woke up, a lot of strange knowledge appeared in my head..."

As she spoke, Gen Tamako slapped her forehead, opened the pen cap, and added a note to her notebook: "I almost forgot, but luckily Shika-kun reminded me."

Fushimi Shika looked closely and saw that Minamoto Tamako had written, "Find out what I experienced in Shika-kun's dream."

"... "

Fushimi Shika gave an awkward laugh, sat down opposite her, and urged, "Let's eat. We can talk about it after we've eaten."

Yuan Yuzi wanted to say, "We can eat and chat at the same time," but when she saw Ping Yingzi leave the room, she gave up for the time being and instead asked Ping Yingzi about her well-being.

"How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you? Don't be too nervous, you're safe now, we're here for you..."

Yuan Yuzi chattered on and on like an old woman.

Hira Sakura ignored him, but glanced at Fushimi Shika with a slightly guilty look, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, her originally expressionless face now showing a constipated expression.

Fushimi Shika could tell that Sakurako wanted to talk to him privately.

He offered to help Kaiyuan Yuzi: "Captain, could you go to my room and get my water cup?"

Upon hearing the word "Captain," Minamoto no Tamako showed no resistance whatsoever and happily scurried back to her room. As soon as she left, Fushimi Shika leaned forward, lowered her voice, and asked, "So, what happened?"

"You lost your police gun," Hira Sakurako whispered.

(End of this chapter)