Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 532 Never repeat the same mistake!

The sound of fireworks exploding in the night sky masked their breathing, and neither of them looked away.

Fushimi Shika's hand was still suspended in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly; while Minamoto no Tamako's ear tips were already bright red, and her knuckles, gripping the railing, were white from the force.

"Ah, I brought this..."

Fushimi Shika snapped out of her reverie, took out her wallet from her pocket, and said, "I've thought about it. You don't lack anything. Giving you a ring would be a bit strange, and giving you a necklace would be like imitating someone else. So I'm going to give you something you want most."

He took out the red indulgence ticket, turned his face away, and handed it to Gen Tamako: "Those things... I should have told you anyway."

Yuan Yuzi caught the indulgence in both hands. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. Her mind was a complete mess.

Grandma Hamada took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, while Grandma Yamaguchi laughed and shouted upstairs, "Don't forget that!"

Yuan Yuzi, with her sharp ears, heard this and, remembering her prepared lines, stammered, "Th-thank you! Um, I shouldn't have compared myself to others... I-I didn't mean to be angry. I wasn't avoiding you these past few days; it's just that a lot of unexpected things happened..."

"Yes." Fushimi Shika nodded.

Genjima breathed a slight sigh of relief, her speech becoming much smoother. She continued, "Also, Fushimi-kun invited me to the bonfire party, but at the time I didn't understand his intentions... Now that I'm here, I understand..."

"Hmm." Fushimi Shika took another step closer.

Gen Tamako lowered her head, clutching the indulgence ticket, her fingertips trembling with nervousness: "Finally, there's... Grandpa said... he said... you broke up with me..."

Fushimi Shika strode forward, grabbed Minamoto Tamako's wrist, and pulled her closer to him. Minamoto Tamako staggered half a step, her forehead almost hitting his shoulder, but she heard Fushimi Shika's voice from above her, tinged with unusual unease: "I never said anything like that."

Yuan Yuzi looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, and hummed in response before burying her face in his chest.

The Yoshida couple cheered and whistled, and Uncle Sugiyama patted Mutsumi Kujo on the shoulder: "Mr. Kujo, you have a very good granddaughter."

Kujo Mutsu snorted coldly, crumpled the bill into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, his gaze turning complicated as he looked at the silhouettes embracing at the top of the lighthouse.

……

Witnessed by many relatives and friends, Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako completed a local custom that has been passed down in Otaru to this day: confessing their love to each other during the fireworks festival, and it is said that the sea god will bless them.

The fireworks only lasted a few minutes. They were purchased by Yuan Yuzi from the organizers at the last minute. There was only one box, and once it was finished, that was it.

They hugged for a while on the lighthouse, and the lighthouse keeper rang the bell to remind Yuan Yuzi that it was time to leave and she couldn't stay too long, as the ship would be docking soon.

Fushimi Shika took her hand and went downstairs. Amidst the auntie smiles of many elderly women and men, they got on the motorcycle parked by the roadside.

Kujo Mutsumi wisely refrained from following, instead watching from afar. His second objective had been achieved; from this point on, Fushimi Shika and the Kujo family had formed an unspoken agreement, requiring only patience to wait.

Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako bid farewell to Granny Hamada and the others, and rode their motorcycles back to their old house.

Halfway there, Gen Tamako put her arm around his waist, sat in the back seat, and said into the wind, "By the way, where did your and Sakura's luggage go?"

Fushimi Shika had just confessed his feelings, but now he couldn't bring himself to say, "I'm sorry, I was actually planning to go back to Tokyo with Sakurako..."

Secondly, he didn't want to appear foolish, such as saying, "Actually, I was fooled by your grandfather and thought you were going to break up with me." Saying that would make him seem like Minamoto no Tamako, blinded by love and insecure...

Caught in a dilemma, Fushimi Shika relapsed into his bad habit and lied, saying, "Sakurako kept making a fuss about wanting to go back to Tokyo, so I took her back first and then came back by car."

This perfectly solved the problem of the missing luggage and the absence of Hira Sakurako, and placed all the blame on Hira Sakurako.

"Huh?" Minamoto Tamako looked up. "Then who will take care of Sakurako?"

"Kazama-senpai is taking care of... right?" Fushimi Shika gripped the motorcycle handlebars and changed the subject, saying, "It's inconvenient to be distracted while riding, let's talk when we get home."

Minamoto no Tamako was still worried, so she called Kazama Takusai. He had already picked up Hirako and was on his way to take her home.

"I'm so sorry, Sakura is so willful. She suddenly insisted on going home and caused you trouble again..." Minamoto Tamako said, covering the microphone.

Kazama Takusai's voice came through the receiver: "It's alright, I don't have much to do either. Sakura is actually quite well-behaved, there's no need to be too strict with her."

He paused, then said, "Don't let that guy Fushimi lecture Sakura so casually. Spend more time with Sakura, lest Fushimi lead her astray."

Gen Tamako nodded repeatedly, indicating that she would rush back to Tokyo the next day.

Kazama Takusai's phone was on speakerphone, and Hira Sakurako, hearing this, quickly interjected, "Actually, there's no need to rush. I don't want to disturb your time together. Come back in a couple of days... no, in two weeks!"

Yuan Yuzi was deeply moved, but at the same time felt guilty.

She knew how painful it would be for a child to see their parents arguing. When she was little, she vowed that she would never argue with the person she loved... But now she not only failed to keep her promise, but also dragged Ping Yingzi into it.

Presumably, Hira Sakurako insisted on going back to Tokyo in order to make them reconcile, right?

Yuan Yuzi could understand this tendency to blame others. Children often feel that their parents are arguing because they haven't done something right. Perhaps Ping Yingzi had the same thought, so she quickly offered a few words of comfort and said that she would buy a train ticket for tonight and rush back overnight.

"No, no!" Hira Sakurako was getting a little anxious; her happy life of living alone was about to end before it even began. "I mean, there's no need to rush! Doesn't Fushimi Shika hate staying up late? He definitely won't want to get on the bus... Oh right, have you two made up?"

Yuan Yuzi thought to herself that she had guessed correctly. Sakura had gone home because of their argument: "We've made up... It was just a little misunderstanding anyway. Don't worry, we'll be back soon!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone, patted Fushimi Shika on the shoulder, and urged Fushimi Shika to hurry home and pack her luggage.

Fushimi Shika and Hirako Sakura had packed their luggage, but her belongings remained untouched in the old house.

Putting everything else aside, those two kimonos absolutely must be brought back to Tokyo intact and returned to Mama-chan personally, otherwise Mama-chan might eat her alive.

Fushimi Shika was eager to get away with it, so he drove Minamoto no Tamako home, helped her pack her things, and then called a taxi to the station.

As for the Ducati, they simply parked it in the yard, left the keys under the rug, and notified the Kujo family to send someone to pick it up. While waiting for the car, Fushimi Shika suddenly realized that Hira Sakurako was right; they should stay in Hokkaido and enjoy some time alone!
After a long and arduous confession that finally blossomed into romance, the two of them found themselves alone in a room. There were no cameras, no one to whisper in their way, and they didn't even have to worry about the soundproofing issues typical of Japanese real estate, since there was nothing around. They could really let loose in the countryside...

If I remember correctly, many adult films in Japan are filmed in the countryside, where people enjoy the raw and unrestrained feeling of nature.

Damn it, I was careless.

Fushimi Shika, carrying her suitcase, glanced at her watch and suddenly said, "We might miss the last train. How about we set off tomorrow? We can sleep at the old house tonight..."

Holding up the sealed kimono with both hands, Minamoto no Tamako asked in confusion, "But you took your bedding too, so there's nowhere for you to sleep tonight."

"It's not like we haven't slept together before." What Fushimi Shika wanted was no bedding.

Gen Tamako understood the implied meaning and blushed slightly.

On one hand, she was immersed in the joy of regaining what she had lost, and on the other hand, she felt a strong sense of guilt towards Yingzi... If she had to say, she actually wanted to stay overnight at the old house and kiss and hug Lu Jun. Girls' hormones are just that strong; when feelings are right, they want to stick to the person they like.

But her sense of morality was stronger than Fushimi Shika's, and no matter what, she couldn't bear to leave Hirako alone in Tokyo while she and Fushimi Shika enjoyed their time together in Hokkaido.

This would give the impression of ostracizing Sakura.

"Well, well... let's talk about it when we get back..." Minamoto Tamako used her kimono as a turtle shell, covering herself and blocking Shika-kun's view: "When we get home... Sakura should be sleeping."

Fushimi Shika understood immediately and said nothing more. Instead, he nervously shook his leg, wondering why the lousy taxi driver hadn't arrived yet.

The two stood side by side at the entrance of the courtyard. After a while, the taxi driver stopped by the roadside, and they got in one after the other. They rushed to the station and bought tickets for the next available train—it takes about three or four hours from Otaru to Tokyo, and this was the fastest train available.

While riding in the car, Minamoto no Tamako chatted with Fushimi Shika. She felt very happy that night, having done things she had never dared to do before, like a perfect adventure.

The princess and knight launched their charge, embarked on their journey, experienced all sorts of adventures, and finally won the prince's heart. What a joyous occasion!
She recounted everything that had happened at the Kujo residence over the past few days. Fushimi Shika didn't hear any adventures or difficulties in Minamoto Tamako's story; she only heard the happy daily life of the humble butler and the young lady of the Kujo family.

She seems to be having a lot of fun these past few days!

Fushimi Shika nodded perfunctorily, increasingly feeling that his previous anxieties were foolish. If only he had gone to the Kujo family to ask earlier, none of this would have happened.

After sharing the 'author's autograph,' 'tabletop game winner's medal,' 'first place in the simulation mystery case,' and 'group photo at the joint baseball game,' Yuan Yuzi concluded with the following:

"Thinking back on it now, it was truly thrilling!"

Fushimi Shika squinted, remained silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Where was the thrilling part? Are you talking about riding a motorcycle through a window?"

Gen Tamako nodded, sat in the window seat, dangling her legs and making herself a cup of noodles: "That was thrilling too, and it was dangerous before. I almost became a spoiled brat who wasted her life on pleasures!"

Fushimi Shika, recalling Kujo Hikaru's character, nodded in agreement: "That's true."

Well, this isn't over yet. He'll have to come back and see what Kujo Hikaru's final verdict is. If he's not satisfied, he'll still keep his word.

It's not troublesome anyway.

Yuan Yuzi placed the chopsticks on the lid of the instant noodle cup and waited for the noodles to cook. She continued, "I will cherish this confession as a memory for a lifetime, and I will also make good use of the confession gift!"

Fushimi Shika was also a little hungry; he tended to crave a late-night snack at night. He opened a can of yellow peaches, ate them with a toothpick, and said as he chewed, "Aren't you saying it backwards? Shouldn't it be a gift to cherish for a lifetime, and memories to be used properly?"

Genji held the cup of noodles in her small hands and asked, "How do I use the memories?"

Fushimi Shika delivers a moral blow: "If you ever get angry in the future, use this memory to suppress your anger, so that you don't do anything irrational again."

Yuan Yuzi said "Oh," and remembering the trouble she had caused these past few days because of her temper, she felt guilty and nodded, saying softly, "I understand."

Fushimi Shika added, "Of course, this gift should be treasured. I don't need to say more, do I? When we're old and gray, fifty or sixty years from now, you can take out this indulgence and we can reminisce about those days together..."

Yuan Yuzi imagined it for a moment and felt it was indeed quite wonderful. She was a little happy, chuckled, and nodded, promising that she would cherish it.

The cup noodles were ready, so she opened the lid, slurped them up, ate a few bites to replenish her energy, and then her brain started working again. It was then that she realized, "Wait, something's not right—"

With a noodle in her mouth, Yuan Yuzi turned her head and asked, "Then does that mean I can't use it?"

Fushimi Shika ate his canned yellow peaches and said with his head down, "It can be used, but if you use it, your confession gift will be gone. It will disappear like sand in the wind, vanishing in the blink of an eye. In fifty or sixty years, you won't be able to produce anything."

"Eh……"

Gentamako slurped her noodles, her little eyebrows furrowing: "This isn't right, is it?"

"What's wrong with it?" Fushimi Shika mumbled, biting into a can of yellow peaches. "Whether you use it or not is entirely up to you. I didn't force you."

"That's true."

Gen Tamako nodded, pondering as she ate.

She finished her noodles in a few bites, drank the broth, and secretly let out a satisfied burp while covering her mouth. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her. She clenched her right fist and punched her left palm, exclaiming, "I think I can ask you to give me an even more memorable gift!"

After all, it's a red indulgence ticket. In theory, whatever she wants Fushimi to do, Fushimi must do... It goes without saying that she wants Fushimi to give her another gift that is more meaningful.

“Sure,” Fushimi Shika was more than happy for her to waste it: “Are you really going to use it like this?”

Gen Tamako waved her hand, then took out her detective-style pipe, pretending to think, and said, "No, no, no, let me think about it some more. This matter needs careful consideration..."

Last time, she carelessly wasted the red indulgence tickets she had saved up. This time, she learned her lesson and would never repeat the same mistake!

(End of this chapter)