Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 528 Worry More About Yourself
Just as Kujo Yui said, there was a motorcycle parked on the right side of the bedroom. It was an industrial assembly line design, a pure machine of violence. Only now did Minamoto Tamako realize that no normal person would put a motorcycle in their bedroom.
It seems that Mama-chan has a hidden past...

Minamoto Tamako found several bottles of gasoline in the closet and thought to herself, "How can you keep such things in the bedroom? It's a clear violation of fire safety laws. I'll have to explain this to my mom when I get back to Tokyo."

After oiling the motorcycle, Yuan Yuzi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down for a moment. The second floor wasn't particularly high or low; a fall wouldn't kill her, but it was hard to guarantee she wouldn't break a bone.

That's a bit too dangerous.

She pondered the route to get off the vehicle for a while and realized that the only option was to break the window and escape. To prevent attacks from dump trucks or vans, the Kujo Mansion had a layout with many corridors, and the outer walls and pillars were solid, not the usual wooden boards and paper doors.

There's no other way but to go for it!

For Minamoto no Tamako, the motorcycle was too big; but for a rider, the vehicle was just right.

She changed into a leather jacket with knee pads, pushed the motorcycle backwards to the door, got on, put on her helmet, and revved the engine.

The familiar roar echoed once again from the Kujo family mansion, the engine revving like the heart of a beast, wave after wave.

From the master to the servants, everyone was stirred by the sound. Before Kujo Mutsu could give any orders, the butler and his attendants rushed into Kujo Yui's room.

Unfortunately, they were too late. The moment the door opened, a burst of smoke filled the air as the $29307 mechanical beast accelerated abruptly, smashing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Its headlights pierced the night, tracing a pouncing arc through the air!

The butler hurriedly shielded the glass with his arms, shards of glass flying everywhere. A second or two later, a heavy thud echoed from the lawn below. He and a group of servants ran over and peered out from the French windows. They saw Yuan Yuzi speeding through the front yard on her motorcycle, heading straight for the gate, leaving a sharp black tire mark on the expensive turf.

"Raise the barrier! Open the door! Open the door now!" the butler shouted into the walkie-talkie.

As an upgraded version of the legendary 851 model, the Ducati 888 can reach a top speed of 250 kilometers per hour. At this moment, it is still accelerating, almost becoming a blur. As it passes the Golf Flag, the wind pressure flips it to the ground.

Even if you apply the brakes, it won't be enough to slow down. If the gate isn't opened, a collision between the two would definitely result in a fatal accident!

At least Kujo Yui managed to rush out while the door was open; this little girl is even crazier than her mother!

The iron fence slowly opened, revealing a gap in the middle. Before it was fully open, a motorcycle, its headlights flashing, sped through it.

Genjiro pressed down on the front of the car, steered and drifted, skimming the ground as she flew through the streets of Otaru.

As the rows of streetlights rushed past, she felt her heart leap into her throat, and cold sweat poured down her back.

For safety reasons, Gentamako gradually slowed down, eventually heading towards her old house at a snail's pace of ten miles per hour... This speed was about the same as riding a bicycle, which was a speed that Gentamako felt was relatively safe.

If you disregard the weight of the motorcycle and the thought of confronting Fushimi Shika, Minamoto Tamako finds riding her motorcycle along the seaside road with the wind quite pleasant.

Yuan Yuzi rode for half an hour to reach her doorstep.

The old house was dark inside, with no lights on. It was only ten o'clock at night; Fushimi Shika and Heiwa Sakura should still be awake.

Yuan Yuzi parked her motorcycle at the entrance of the small courtyard. After going inside, she didn't dare to knock on the door and paced back and forth for half an hour, but there was no sound from inside.

She gradually realized something was wrong, took out her keys, and gently turned the key to open the door:

"I'm back……"

The living room was pitch black, with moonlight streaming in through the window. The luggage that had been placed in the corner of the entryway was gone, and even the sound of Yuan Yuzi's footsteps echoed.

The old house was empty and quiet, just like when Grandpa passed away. You could hear water dripping from the kitchen.

“Lord Lu…”

Yuan Yuzi looked somewhat bewildered. She slowly walked to the door of the room, opened the sliding door, and found that all the things and daily necessities inside had been cleaned up.

Fushimi Shika was not there, nor was Hira Sakurako.

Suddenly, fireworks shot into the sky outside the window, their trails of flame piercing the night sky, the crisp crackling sounds echoing across the empty sea cliffs of Hokkaido.

The night sky behind Yuan Yuzi was dazzling, and the city was bustling, making her shadow look very long.

Has Fushimi Shika already left?

Why didn't they even say goodbye...?

Minamoto no Tamako leaned against the room wall and slowly slid down onto the tatami mat. This ending was completely different from what she had imagined.

She hugged her knees and sat alone for a while.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. Granny Hamada peeked in and called out, "Is that Tamako back?"

Gen Tamako hurriedly wiped away her tears, looked up and replied, "Ah, it's me... Is there something you need?"

Grandma Hamada patted her chest, opened the small courtyard gate with a very familiar air, walked closer to the old house, and said, "Oh dear, when I heard the sound of the motorcycle, I thought it was a biker gang coming over!"

As soon as she entered, Grandma Hamada looked around and asked in confusion, "Oh dear, where are Fushimi-kun and Sakurako? Are they asleep?"

Minamoto no Tamako didn't know what to say, but thankfully, Granny Hamada chimed in, "You must have gone to see the fireworks festival, right?"

“Ah, the fireworks festival…” Minamoto no Tamako remembered that Fushimi Shika had been pestering her that day, asking if she wanted to see some kind of fireworks festival, saying that there would also be bonfires and such.

Grandma Hamada, leaning on her cane, muttered to herself:
"Yes, it was passed down from the older generation. I estimate it won't be available for another two years. It would be a real shame to miss it..."

"I really miss it. My husband and I got together at the fireworks festival. Legend has it that if lovers confess their love when the fireworks are going off, they will be blessed by the sea god and their loved ones will not encounter storms when they go out to sea to fish..."

"It seems like the festival is being held in the shopping district now? It's completely different from what it used to be. The organizers are using tradition as a gimmick, printing things like 'it can increase your chances of confessing your love' on the posters, so I don't really want to go..."

"But it's perfect for young people like you. Fushimi-kun and the others went, you should go and see them too..."

Minamoto no Tamako's expression changed repeatedly. She finally remembered that she had insisted on a ceremonial confession, and then Fushimi-kun invited her to see the fireworks season.

She understood everything at once.

Perhaps Fushimi-kun is still waiting for him at the fireworks festival...

Yuan Yuzi suddenly stood up and ran away, saying, "Sorry, Grandma, I have something to do!"

She rushed outside, got on her motorcycle, kicked it with her heel, and then, remembering she didn't know where the fireworks festival was, shouted, "Grandma, where is the bonfire party held?"

“Just keep walking down this slope, and you’ll reach the beach!” Grandma Hamada called out.

"Thank you!"

Yuan Yuzi waved, then twisted the throttle, lowered her body, and sped off again, close to the motorcycle.

Grandma Hamada walked unsteadily up the slope, watching the motorcycle's taillights disappear into the distance, and couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, youth is truly something..."

Meanwhile, at the Shinkansen station.

Fushimi Shika, carrying a suitcase, stood side by side with Heiwa Sakurako at the entrance.

Otaru Station, located in the Tenjin area, is famous for its canals and Ishikari Bay seascapes and is known as the "seascape gateway" on the Hokkaido Shinkansen, offering views of the long coastline.

The sea was exceptionally calm under the night sky. The train arrival bell rang, and the announcer reminded passengers to board and disembark in an orderly manner. Travelers from afar and those about to travel to distant places gathered here, hurrying along, and no one paid attention to the two people standing at the entrance.

"Are we just going back like this?" Hira Sakurako asked.

"What else can I do?" Fushimi Shika asked, slightly annoyed.

He waited for four days, but Yuan Yuzi didn't even call him, let alone come home. She only sent an apology text message.

He even called Kujo Yui to ask her questions indirectly for a long time, and finally concluded that Minamoto Tamako really wanted to break up with him.

What else could he do? He could only slink back to Tokyo.

Fireworks suddenly burst in the distance, but the sound couldn't carry over and was swallowed by the sea breeze. Hira Sakurako saw it and asked, "Want to go check out the bonfire party?"

"What's so interesting? Let's go." Fushimi Shika urged, but didn't move.

Hira Sakurako was obedient; she actually left, stepping into the station and finding her carriage according to her ticket. Fushimi Shika followed behind her, dragging her suitcase.

"Number six... number seven... number eight... Ah, we've arrived."

Hira Sakurako entered the carriage and found a seat. She turned her head and saw that Fushimi Shika hadn't followed her in; they were staring at each other through the train window.

"Why aren't you getting on the bus?" Ping Yingzi asked.

"What's the rush? The train hasn't even left yet." Fushimi Shika was quite annoyed. He quickened his pace, entered the carriage, stuffed his luggage on the rack, and then went back out: "I'm going out for a smoke."

"If you don't want to leave, then wait a little longer," said Hira Sakurako.

Fushimi Shika, annoyed by her words, retorted, "Why are you acting like nothing happened? Aren't you usually on good terms with Tamako?"

"Tamako will come to find me later. If she doesn't, I can just go find her later." Hira Sakurako didn't care: "Anyway, I'm not going to date her, so there's nothing to be sad about."

"You're a traitor." Fushimi Shika snorted and lit a cigarette.

Just as he was about to light it, the train conductor ran over and said that smoking was prohibited here and that if he wanted to smoke, he had to go to the designated smoking room in the restroom.

With about ten minutes left before departure, Fushimi Shika didn't argue with the train conductor. Instead, he chose to be a courteous passenger and went to the smoking room in the restroom to light a cigarette.

He puffed on his cigarette, finished in a few minutes, and sat quietly on the toilet for a while. Only when the announcement that the train was about to depart came from outside did he push open the toilet door and stride towards the train.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

Fushimi Shika pulled out his phone, glanced down, and saw it was a call from Kujo Yui. He hesitated for a second, then answered, saying as he walked, "Moshi moshi, what's up..."

“Tamako might have gone to look for you. It’s not safe on the road—” Kujo Yui started to say, but then seemed to remember something and added, “Oh right, she didn’t break up with you. I don’t know the specifics.”

Fushimi Shika stopped abruptly: "Wait, that's not what you said before."

Kujo Yui countered, "What did I say before?"

Fushimi Shikado said, "You said she might want to start a new life..." Before he could finish, he realized what he meant and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me?!"

"You won't explain yourself clearly. You're a grown man, yet you're still being coy and hesitant. You're blaming me for not telling you the truth? What do you think I should say? If you like to guess, then guess away." Kujo Yui didn't take it seriously and delivered a sharp blow to him: "Fushimi-kun, let me give you a piece of advice: a man's tsundere attitude is disgusting."

Fushimi Shika hung up the phone. He looked up as the train doors were about to close, and the conductor urged him to hurry up and get in.

Hira Sakurako sat in the car seat and waved at him, not waving, but waving away as if impatiently shooing away flies: "Go if you want to!"

“Then you…” Fushimi Shika was a little worried.

"I'll have Uncle Kazama pick me up."

On the surface, Hira Sakurako acts like she supports him in pursuing love, but in reality, she's already dreaming of enjoying a carefree life playing video games at home by herself... If Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako can spend a few more days together in Hokkaido, she'll invite Mako and Mai over too, and have a pizza party at the apartment.

It's best when nobody cares.

Fushimi Shika nodded, turned and ran, with the train attendant chasing after her, shouting that children shouldn't be allowed to ride the train alone. Fushimi Shika didn't take it seriously; the attendant would report the situation, and there would definitely be train staff looking after Hirako along the way, so there was no need to worry too much.

He ran out of the station, hailed a taxi at random, and headed straight for Kujo's house, only to be stopped at the gate as expected.

The security guard wouldn't let me in.

Not only that, but there were also many more security guards behind the gate, patrolling with batons on their waists, and staff were cleaning up the lawn and broken glass. A row of scaffolding was erected outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the mansion, and renovation workers were rushing to repair the glass, trying to restore it to its original condition before dawn.

Fushimi Shika stood in the middle of the road, facing the heavy iron gate. He didn't know if Minamoto no Tamako was still inside. He lit another cigarette; the lighter's flame flickered across the long street before going out.

"Open the door," he said.

The security guard, his face stern, stood inside the gatehouse and pressed the intercom button on the doorbell. Kujo Hikaru's voice came through, laced with schadenfreude: "Get out!"

"Is Tamako inside?" Fushimi Shika exhaled a puff of white mist. "If she's not, I'm leaving."

Kujo Hikaru didn't answer, but instead said, "You know what kind of person you are. Your family has already arranged a marriage for her, a match between equals, not someone like you who's trash..."

Fushimi Shika threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his toe.

Kujo Hikaru was still mocking him. He was locked in his room with no entertainment and could only stare at the security camera at the door, thinking about waiting for someone to come and help him. Just then, he saw Fushimi Shika come to the door, so he naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity for revenge.

"I advise you to worry about yourself! You dare to meddle in the Kujo family's affairs? Junichiro is already on his way to find you!"

After Kujo Hikaru finished speaking, he wanted to see fear and unease on the guy's face. He stared intently at the screen, and saw Fushimi Shika approach, leaning slightly forward towards the security camera, as if greeting a good friend:

"Wait, I'll come in to find you right away."

The moment the words left his mouth, the security camera malfunctioned, and the live feed immediately cut off. Fushimi Shika, having thrown a punch, twisted his body, lowered his waist, and delivered another backhand punch, shattering the glass of the gatehouse. He grabbed the gatekeeper by the neck with one hand and uttered the same two words:
"Open the door!"

The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he stared intently at the gatekeeper: "Don't make me say it a third time!"

(End of this chapter)