Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

"...Daily record."

"Today's breakfast was miso soup, fried fish, and frozen tofu. Tamako was quite careless in making breakfast; it wasn't tasty. I hope she'll realize this in the future."

"As usual, lunch was a bento set, delivered by the convenience store. I had fried pork cutlet, pickled radish, and romaine lettuce. The taste was alright. I used Fushimi Roku's money for a free work meal, so there's nothing to complain about."

"Dinner was tomato scrambled eggs, Kung Pao chicken, cola chicken wings, cabbage tofu soup, and coriander stir-fried beef. As usual, Fushimi Roku cooked. His cooking is delicious, but it's always Chinese food, which makes me suspect he might be a spy."

...

"...Emergency record."

"I was kidnapped a few days ago. The specific process was recorded in the last video, so I won't elaborate."

"Now I'm safely home, watching JoJo's Bizarre Adventure in my room, while Minamoto Tamako and Fushimi Roku watch TV in the living room. They've been watching for eight hours, and now the TV is silent. I hear some strange sounds."

"Maybe they're having sex, and they might have children, which could threaten my status. I must monitor and prepare a plan early."

"You might not believe what I saw, so I'm going to flip the lens to show you now."

"Look, they're kissing. A bit gross."

"Ah, they've changed positions. The view through the door crack is limited, so I can't continue filming. What a pity."

...

Fushimi Roku found a memory card on Taira Sakurako and, after inserting it, started reviewing the videos one by one with the camcorder.

Minamoto Tamako sat beside him, leaning sideways to watch together.

The two of them watched several videos at double speed, with a hint of red in their posture.

Fushimi Roku couldn't take it anymore. The guy recorded way too much trivial stuff in these videos, filming at least twelve hours a day. Most of the time, she just left the camcorder aside, doing her own things, and then said a few summary words to the camera at night.

Minamoto Tamako didn't expect her first kissing moment to be captured on video. She widened her eyes, her small mouth forming an (^) shape, and quickly poked the screen to try to delete the video.

Taira Sakurako wasn't happy. These were precious materials she had painstakingly recorded, so she quickly reached out to stop them, saying, "This is an invasion of my privacy rights! Kids have privacy rights too!"

Minamoto Tamako was stunned and looked at Fushimi Roku, hoping the legal expert Fushimi would refute this from a legal standpoint.

"Privacy rights, my foot! If you have the guts, sue me! If you win, report me to the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare. If you lose, you'll waste lawyer fees. You're too young to defend yourself."

Fushimi Roku sneered and continued, "I haven't even sued you for infringing on portrait rights. Peeping and unauthorized filming are illegal too, and you filmed the police. Be careful, or I'll sue you for assaulting a cop!"

Taira Sakurako had no way to express her feelings. Her mask was in the suitcase, not with her, so she could only puff out her cheeks in anger.

Fushimi Roku didn't care. He removed the memory card and slipped it into his pocket, saying, "Confiscated. Come get it from me in a couple of days."

"Eh?" Minamoto Tamako didn't quite understand: "Why wait a couple of days? Can't we just delete it now?"

Fushimi Roku maintained his even demeanor, his eyes looking at his nose, nose looking at his heart, saying unhurriedly, "Most of the content is Sakurako's selfies. We can't delete those videos, right? Let's keep things separate; we can't violate a kid's privacy rights. Let me take some time to sort it out and delete just our videos."

Minamoto Tamako believed him and was about to continue lecturing Sakurako when Taira Sakurako suddenly spoke up, revealing Fushimi Roku's malicious intention: "You want to keep the kissing video yourself, right? How perverted."

"Nonsense!" Fushimi Roku nudged Minamoto Tamako with his mouth, suggesting the Yuzi Beast educate the child well: "Look, she's already learned to slander her elders. In my opinion, this kid needs a good beating to have a complete childhood!"

Minamoto Tamako was skeptical and ignored Fushimi Roku's latter half of the sentence, instead asking, "We can sort it out now. Why wait for later?"

"It's too late now. Time to sleep. You're both growing, and you can't miss any sleep," Fushimi Roku said.

Minamoto Tamako was furious: "Who are you calling a kid?" This was her sore spot, and she would jump every time someone touched it: "I'm already a full-fledged detective at the Police Department, how could I be like Sakurako?"

"Alright, alright, you're not. I'm the kid. I need to sleep early, okay?"

Fushimi Roku successfully changed the subject. He casually tossed the camcorder to Taira Sakurako, who caught it with both hands, but had some dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Taira Sakurako was about to speak, intending to bring the subject back to 'Fushimi Roku possibly wanting to keep the videos himself.'

Fushimi Roku waved his hand and declared, "Enough, no more arguing. Just pay attention in the future and tell Sakurako not to shoot private matters."

With that, he casually flicked the switch of the chandelier, turning off the light, and lay down once more.

Minamoto Tamako decided not to argue further, as it was indeed late. She could only lie down.

Taira Sakurako fiddled with the camcorder, discovering that both memory cards were gone. She was very displeased but had no place to seek justice, so she lay down in frustration.

The three lay quietly for a while. Minamoto Tamako turned her head and saw Taira Sakurako's head exposed, breathing evenly with closed eyes, probably genuinely asleep. Turning back, she questioned Fushimi Roku: "Be honest with me, did you want to keep the kissing video for yourself?"

Fushimi Roku knew lying to Minamoto Tamako would be particularly troublesome, so he spoke the truth: "It'd be a shame to delete it. We should keep it for ourselves to watch. Isn't that nice?"

"Hmph, shameless." Minamoto Tamako buried half her face under the blanket but didn't mention deleting the video again.