Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 527 The Girl's Rebellion

After playing for three days, Gen Tamako vaguely realized that something was wrong.

It started when she was playing baseball with the housekeeper. She hit a home run, but the baseball flew off somewhere. The caddie searched everywhere but couldn't find it, so she wondered if it might have been hit out of the yard. She thought about going out to check, but the housekeeper stopped her.
"The yard is several kilometers long, it definitely won't fly out, Miss Tamako, don't worry, we will definitely find it..."

Yuan Yuzi was a little unhappy at the time, feeling that she was being looked down upon. She thought that the home run could fly at least four or five kilometers and could very well land outside the yard.

Unfortunately, before she could prove herself, the caddie found a baseball.

After that, there were several other times when Gentama wanted to go out by chance, but the butler stopped her each time.

Once or twice was fine, but after four or five times, even if Yuan Yuzi was stupid, she would realize that something was wrong. She made up an excuse and said she wanted to go out for a walk, and the butler immediately appeared and insisted on taking her to the backyard.

Yuan Yuzi simply charged forward like a pig, rushing headlong towards the gate.

Unfortunately, the Kujo family's courtyard was too big. Before she even reached the gate, four or five servants, like soccer players, cut in front of her and asked where Miss Tamako was going.

"I want to go out! I want to go out!" Yuan Yuzi simply declared, making her intentions clear.

The servants kept asking her where she was going and wouldn't let her leave. Annoyed by the questions, Minamoto no Tamako tried to force her way through, but two female servants grabbed her and took her back to the mansion.

Yuan Yuzi stormed off to find her grandfather, wanting to get to the bottom of what had happened. However, after searching around, she couldn't find him. Upon further inquiry, she learned that he had gone out for the past few days and hadn't been home.

Where did he go out to do?

Yuan Yuzi asked and asked, but no one answered.

But soon she found out what Kujo Mutsu had gone out to do.

On the fourth evening, Kujo Mutsu returned home and invited Minamoto Tamako to dinner. Minamoto Tamako angrily confronted her grandfather, stating that restricting someone's personal freedom was illegal, even for relatives!
"How could this happen?" Kujo Mutsu looked surprised, indicating that he knew nothing about it. In front of Minamoto Tamako, he criticized the butler: "It was probably Yui's instruction before she left. I hope you can understand them."

"Huh?" Gen Tamako found it strange: "Why won't Mom let me leave?"

Kujo Mutsumi's next words stunned Minamoto Tamako at the table: "It might be related to your marriage."

After four or five seconds, Yuan Yuzi came to her senses and asked, "Marriage? My marriage to Shika-kun?"

“Fushimi-kun… broke up with you the day before yesterday,” Kujo Mutsu said with a pained expression, as if he were speaking up for his granddaughter: “I was afraid you would be sad, so I didn’t tell you about it.”

Yuan Yuzi's eyes widened, her head buzzing.

Her first reaction was that it was impossible, but then she began to doubt herself. If her mother and father could separate, why was it impossible for her and Fushimi to be together?

Besides, she had a big fight with Fushimi-kun before she left, and she hasn't called or texted him for the past few days... Isn't that just one-sided emotional abuse?
"Really? When...when did he arrive?" Gen Tamako stammered.

“Just the night before last.” Kujo Mutsu sighed and patted her on the shoulder. “I tried to persuade him for a long time, but he was very stubborn.”

"Then why didn't he tell me himself?" Yuan Yuzi pressed.

“I asked him too, but he doesn’t want to see you,” Kujo Mutsu said.

Minamoto Tamako felt that her grandfather was lying, and she wanted her small phone back so she could confirm with Fushimi-kun herself. Kujo Mutsumi did not object and returned the phone to Minamoto Tamako.

She quickly changed the battery and called Fushimi Shika, but no one answered.

Kujo Mutsumi, standing nearby, earnestly advised, "He's probably already blacklisted you, so there's no point in hitting him anymore..."

"No! I have to see him! Unless he tells me himself!"

Yuan Yuzi didn't even bother to finish her meal. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up to leave, only to be stopped by the butler. Frustrated and angry, she turned back and demanded, "What does this mean?!"

Kujo Mutsumi sighed deeply: "Have you forgotten about the marriage we just talked about?"

Genji had a bad feeling and was filled with unease.

Kujo Mutsu continued, “You’re the daughter of the Kujo family. A breakup should be done with dignity, not endless entanglement. Yui has also heard about this and has arranged a marriage for you. I went to see him these past few days. The man is from a good family, and his personality and values ​​are good. You won’t suffer if you marry him…”

Yuan Yuzi was in a state of confusion, her mind a complete mess, and she didn't know what to do.

Kujo Mutsu, half-coaxing and half-persuading, told her to go back to her room to rest first, meet her fiancé, and get engaged the next day. Minamoto Tamako was startled again, bewildered, and said, "So soon? But...but I don't know that person!"

After saying that, she realized something was wrong and added, "No, that's not the point. Fushimi-kun—"

"Tamako!" Kujo Mutsu interrupted sharply, his face stern, and he reprimanded her harshly, "Stop tarnishing the Kujo family's reputation! Allowing you to date a commoner was already an act of leniency! Now you're still clinging to the man who dumped you. What will outsiders think? Do you want to bring shame upon all the women of the Kujo family?!"

"I...I didn't mean that..." Yuan Yuzi was almost crying.

"That's enough. This matter ends here. Go back to your room and reflect on your actions." Kujo Mutsu softened his tone and added, "Go try on wedding dresses. Pick one you like best."

The amount of information was too much for Yuan Yuzi to process. She walked forward numbly, with the butler pushing her shoulders from behind.

After returning to her room, a dozen servants pushed a clothes rack into the room, surrounded Gentama, and displayed the wedding dress on the rack.

Each one was absolutely gorgeous, a floor-length ivory satin wedding gown with a skirt that draped like solidified cream, and the bodice adorned with mother-of-pearl cherry blossoms, each petal edged with silver thread that gleamed coolly under the lights.

Yuan Yuzi also saw a familiar wedding dress among them, which seemed to be the one worn by the bride at the Music Box Chapel.

When the butler noticed that she kept staring at the clothes, he told a maid to help her change. While she was changing, the butler closed the door and left the room unattended.

Genji was at the mercy of the female servants, her chest felt heavy, and she felt completely lost.

It wasn't until the maid helped her change into her wedding dress and pushed the mirror in front of her that she came to her senses and stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

very beautiful.

Just as she had imagined.

Gentamako's thoughts drifted back to the wedding. She pictured herself holding her mother's hand, walking down the red carpet, with her groom waiting at the end, her image fixed on Fushimi's face.

No matter what she thought, doubted, regretted, or even tried to sever all ties, she could never picture another groom in her mind.

She didn't want to get married so early, and she especially didn't want to marry someone she didn't know. Having figured this out, Yuan Yuzi gradually regained her senses, her mind clearing up. She suddenly shivered, staring at herself in the mirror, feeling utterly unfamiliar.

Tamako, what's wrong with you?!
You're destined to be a famous detective and police inspector! How could you possibly marry a complete stranger out of nowhere!
Besides, even if you want to break up, Fushimi-kun must say it face-to-face! How can you just leave with a few words and walk away? You've already kissed, and you still want to shirk responsibility? There's no such thing as a free lunch!
Yuan Yuzi clenched her small fists, secretly giving herself a pep talk, and looked at herself in the mirror with burning eyes.

She took off her wedding dress, changed back into her own clothes, and asked to go out for a walk, but was still refused. So she tried to sneak out, but failed several times.

There are cameras everywhere in the Kujo mansion. My grandfather is really rolling in money; he can install such expensive surveillance equipment so casually.

Not only are there surveillance cameras, but the stairwells and courtyard are also patrolled 24/7 by dedicated personnel. Yuan Yuzi wanted to imitate the movie plot and sneak out during a shift change... but after trying it out in practice, she realized that the movies were all lies. There was actually an extra person during the shift change, making the guard even tighter, and there was no loophole to exploit.

Genji spent the entire night trying to find a solution, but to no avail. The next day, she slept all day in great anxiety. She woke up in the afternoon, ate lunch, and tried to bribe a servant, but failed again.

By nightfall, she was completely out of options... Schemes and tricks are utterly ineffective in the face of absolute power.

Minamoto no Tamako even felt that Fushimi-kun really didn't like her anymore, otherwise why hadn't he come looking for her yet? When she went missing and was captured on Cat Island, Fushimi-kun came to rescue her, so why hadn't he come this time?

Did Fushimi really break up with me?

Should I go back to find him?
……

After thinking about it for a while, Yuan Yuzi came up with a half-baked solution. She went into her room, closed the door, and used her pink flip phone to call her mother.

The phone rang a few times before being answered. Yuan Yuzi held the phone to her ear with her small hand, glancing sideways at the door, afraid that the housekeeper would barge in and take the phone away.

"Moshi Moshi? Mom! It's me! Did you arrange that marriage, or did Grandpa make the decision on his own?" Yuan Yuzi asked softly.

"It wasn't my arrangement, but I heard about it," Kujo Yui said, holding the phone between her shoulder and shoulder as she sat at her desk flipping through documents, multitasking as she asked, "What happened? Didn't you agree?"

"I didn't! I didn't agree at all!" Yuan Yuzi hurriedly said.

"I see. You and Fushimi Shika haven't broken up?" Kujo Yui asked again.

"Uh, well, I... I'm not quite sure either..." Yuan Yuzi's voice suddenly became softer.

"You don't even know this? It means your relationship is only half-hearted, unable to withstand storms or tests. You might as well end it cleanly sooner rather than later," Kujo Yui said.

Yuan Yuzi retorted loudly, unconvinced, "Our relationship isn't half-hearted!"

Kujou Yui let out a soft "ah," and then asked, "Then let's assume you're right... What's the matter with the call?"

“I...I don’t want to get engaged to a stranger. I want to go to…” Minamoto Tamako remembered what her grandfather had said, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the second half of the sentence, “I want to go to Fushimi-kun.”

Fortunately, Kujo Yui picked up the thread for her: "You want to go find Fushimi Shika, right?"

"Mm." Gen Tamako nodded, her voice very soft.

Kujo Yui closed the folder, sighed deeply, took the microphone from her shoulder, placed it on the landline, turned on speakerphone, leaned forward, and asked earnestly:
"Have you thought it through? If you run away from the Kujo family, you will no longer be the Kujo family's daughter."

“Your maternal grandfather, uncles, cousins, and all your relatives except me will regard you as a disgrace, and you will have nowhere to go during every holiday.”

"Furthermore, the Kujo family will no longer protect you. You will not have any special privileges in Hokkaido, and you may even face retaliation from the Kujo family."

"Are you willing to pay such a price for a man?"

Without a second's hesitation, Yuan Yuzi nodded vigorously, even though her mother couldn't see: "I'm willing."

Kujou Yui smiled and said, "You're much better than I was back then. I thought about it for three days."

Yuan Yuzi understood her mother's unspoken meaning and asked with delight, "Are you coming to pick me up?"

Kujo Yui immediately rejected the idea: "How could that be? I'm too busy to handle everything in Tokyo."

Gen Tamako's heart sank, and then she heard Kujo Yui continue, "However, I have a Ducati 888 in my room, and I think there are still a few tanks of gas left?"

"Uh, so what?" Minamoto no Tamako didn't understand.

"The time has come to prove your determination and courage. Remember, this is not for any man, but for yourself. You are defending and pursuing your own love, not going crazy for a man." Kujo Yui paused, then asked, "Do you know how I married your father back then?"

"N-I don't know..."

Yuan Yuzi had never heard her mother mention this before, nor had she asked about it.

"Ride a motorcycle, crash through the French windows, jump outside, and just rush out." After saying this, Kujou Yui remembered her daughter's small frame and worried she might mess it up, so she quickly added, "Never mind, I'll pick you up tomorrow..."

Unfortunately, her last sentence didn't get through. The phone went dead. Yuan Yuzi hung up the phone as soon as she heard the first sentence.

Kujo Yui quickly called again, but no one answered. She was a little worried, but she couldn't call Kujo Mutsu to confirm the situation—if she spoke up, Kujo Mutsu would know that Minamoto Tamako was going to jump out of the car and escape, and that she would go back to pick her up tomorrow.

I wouldn't have said it if I'd known earlier...

Meanwhile, Minamoto no Tamako hurriedly left the room, only to be stopped by the servants as expected. She lied, saying that she wasn't trying to escape, but just wanted to visit the room where her mother used to live.

Although she was very nervous when she lied and clearly looked suspicious, the servant didn't think much of it and led her into the room where Miss Kujou Yui used to live.

As soon as Yuan Yuzi entered, she was greeted by a cold aura mixed with leather and metal.

The walls of the room were spray-painted with exaggerated skulls, flame patterns, and crooked English profanities, and some places were even scratched with deep marks by sharp objects.

A modified motorcycle headlamp hangs from the ceiling, and a black metal bed frame sits by the window. The bed sheet is made of fabric printed with rivet and chain patterns, and several well-worn Bosozoku comics are lying next to the pillow.

The wardrobe door was half open, and inside hung a row of leather jackets covered with metal badges. One of them had the words "Extreme Evil Angel" painted on the back with fluorescent paint, which shimmered faintly in the dim light.

The most striking feature was the carpet in the center of the room—a complete motorcycle seat leather, secured with rivets, with a few rusty wrenches and a broken-string electric guitar lying on it.

The entire room was like a den marinated in anger and engine oil by a rebellious girl, with even the air filled with the irritable signal of "Don't mess with me".

Gen Tamako looked around, completely dumbfounded.

Was Mom a delinquent girl before?!
(End of this chapter)