Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 197 - 118 Severing Ties

Chapter 197: Chapter 118 Severing Ties

"Wanna know?" Fushimi Roku turned his head and squinted with a smile.

"Mhm mhm!" Minamoto Tamako nodded repeatedly, full of anticipation.

A person like Mr. Fushimi, who is so tsundere, will definitely boast about wanting to become the Police Chief someday, aiming for the top of the Police Department, so he’d be too embarrassed to say it... For now, she plans to lull Mr. Fushimi into boasting so she can take the chance to mock him mercilessly.

"Well, it’s a bit embarrassing to say..." Fushimi Roku teased her, keeping Minamoto Tamako in suspense.

"Come on, tell me, I won’t laugh at you!"

Minamoto Tamako chuckled secretly to herself, already imagining Fushimi Roku’s mortified look after being teased.

Mr. Fushimi used to mock her, often saying her test results were unsightly, yet she still wanted to be a famous detective and police chief; also, whenever she supervised his work during patrols, he’d say a little patrol police would never make police chief even if they worked their whole life... She didn’t say much back then, but she always remembered it in her heart!

A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, the wheel of fortune turns; don’t underestimate Tamako when she’s down!

"You really won’t laugh?" Fushimi Roku shot a sidelong glance.

"I really won’t!" Minamoto Tamako had mastered the art of lying without blushing.

Fushimi Roku thought to himself your face says ’I can’t wait to laugh at you.’ He twisted his neck and changed the subject, saying, "Hmm, my neck feels a bit sore suddenly..."

Minamoto Tamako immediately put down the empty plate, eagerly ran behind him, and with her little hands kneading his shoulders, she mischievously said, "Maybe you’ve been sitting too long lately, let me help you relax... Is this pressure okay?"

"It’s alright," Fushimi Roku replied, "I suddenly remembered, I haven’t done any chores today..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven’t I and Sakurako always done the chores?" Minamoto Tamako was puzzled.

Fushimi Roku was at a loss for words; he had long gotten used to the life of having everything done for him and had automatically ignored the fact that ’chores need to be done by someone.’

"You’re not planning to use this opportunity to blackmail me, are you?" Minamoto Tamako finally caught on.

"How could I? I didn’t expect you’d see me that way; is there really no trust between people anymore? And I thought you were a good partner, yet you view me like this..."

Fushimi Roku said, seeing that Minamoto Tamako had no reaction, he coughed twice to interrupt the evil chant, and straightforwardly said, "I’d like to be a suspense novelist in the future."

"Huh?" Minamoto Tamako was stunned.

Isn’t that strange? If you want to be a suspense novelist, why become a cop? Could it be to gather material? Upon thinking about it, maybe Mr. Fushimi loves reading files because he’s interested in suspense elements?

"Preferably the kind that can lie in bed and live off royalties for a lifetime," Fushimi Roku added.

"No way, are you really thinking that?"

Minamoto Tamako widened her eyes, feeling a sense of disillusionment.

Weren’t they supposed to be partners of justice? Aren’t they members of the investigation team? Didn’t they agree to become great criminal police together? Why on earth is Mr. Fushimi’s ambition writing novels?

It has nothing to do with upholding justice at all!!

After experiencing so many murder cases together, could Mr. Fushimi end up writing about all of them in his novels? Minamoto Tamako thought back and covered her face with her hands, realizing hopelessly that she fit the stupid assistant character setting in the novels...

"Just kidding." Fushimi Roku switched gears.

"Ah? Really?" Minamoto Tamako lifted her head abruptly.

"Who would be so stupid to make their own salt to cook? Writing is just a hobby of mine," Fushimi Roku yawned.

"But I’ve never seen you write anything."

"It’s good you haven’t, because I’m too lazy to write."

To stop Minamoto Tamako from probing further, Fushimi Roku deliberately changed the subject, "Alright, I’m heading out to investigate now, bye-bye."

"Okay, okay."

Minamoto Tamako dutifully grabbed the wheelchair handles and pushed Fushimi Roku out. Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun were done arguing, and the corridor was empty, with no sign of them.

"What’s up? I can go by myself." Fushimi Roku smacked Minamoto Tamako’s hands off and said, "You have work tomorrow, how can you stay up late? Go sleep."

"But I’m not sleepy, and how can such an important thing be left to you alone? You’re not even fully mobile now..."

"Stop looking down on people!" Fushimi Roku mimicked Kazama Tatsuya’s tone, pretending to be hurt, "Even if I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, I don’t need your pity! Get lost! I don’t want to hear you bossing me around anymore!"

Minamoto Tamako was a bit at a loss, thinking she might have unintentionally hurt Fushimi Roku’s pride, hurriedly apologizing, "S-sorry, I didn’t mean it, I wasn’t doing it on purpose..."

"Say what you want, but I won’t forgive you."

With that, Fushimi Roku didn’t wait for her response, using one hand to push the wheelchair through the corridor. Minamoto Tamako chased after him, repeatedly apologizing and promising to share her cakes and watch whatever Fushimi Roku wanted on TV... Despite her sincerity and the worry on her face, Fushimi Roku remained adamant, playing deaf like one who couldn’t be awakened.

He had to finish up, meeting with the gang, and definitely couldn’t bring Minamoto Tamako. If things weren’t made clear, and she sulked and investigated on her own, it’d just create chaos.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened.

Fushimi Roku wheeled into the elevator, pressed the floor button, and sternly said, "If you dare to follow me, I’ll break off our friendship."

Minamoto Tamako was taken aback.

She never expected that Mr. Fushimi wouldn’t mention breaking off with Senior Feng but would instead bring it up with her first.

Minamoto Tamako stood dazed in the corridor. As their eyes met, the elevator doors slowly closed, and she saw the indignant look on Fushimi Roku’s face.

’Was I too much?’

’But... but, saying something like breaking up a friendship... how can that be said so lightly?’

The elevator closed, and Minamoto Tamako stood there for a long time. She couldn’t remember how she got back to her room, but when she came to, she was already lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, with the words "break off" echoing in her mind.

Mr. Fushimi was just venting, it wasn’t serious...

But back when her mom and dad divorced, it was also because of a couple of angry words. Minamoto Tamako vividly remembered that the trigger for her parents’ divorce was: ’If you keep this up, I’ll divorce you.’

— "If you dare to follow me, I’ll break off our friendship"

Minamoto Tamako hugged her pillow, curled up on the bed. Taira Sakurako patted her head and softly asked what was wrong. She didn’t answer and instead asked, "If one day, I broke off with Mr. Fushimi, would you still be my friend?"

Taira Sakurako looked puzzled but nodded.

Minamoto Tamako’s nose tingled; she forced herself not to be sentimental, smiling as she said, "But if you’re friends with me, you can’t get along well with Mr. Fushimi. After all, it’s a break up, so you can only choose one, what would you do..."

"Find a way to break Fushimi Roku’s legs," Taira Sakurako said.

"Eh? Why?"

"So he can’t run away," Taira Sakurako said seriously.

"Thank you for being so considerate, but that’s wrong!" Minamoto Tamako lectured, then softly said, "Besides, if someone wants to leave, even without legs, their heart will fly away."