This idea popped in my head the other night. I actually sort of stole it from some show I watched years ago. But, it came to me, guys! Seriously! Anyway, this week is crawling by. This year sped on past, though. Can't believe 2014 is almost gone. And just when I had begun to understand it. Tch, years. What can I say. Good for nothings popping up one day and sticking around 365 (and sometimes 366 when they feel special) days before they split and leave you with a baby to feed and a mortgage to pay. Man, maybe something was in that paint. Awesome. I'm keeping that can handy. Anyway... xD Enjoy the story.

One

Jigen sat in his car and stared out the window. He took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly before putting the cigarette out in the overly filled ashtray.

Outside the wind blew, the chilly air blowing the dying leaves off of their branches. People huddled in thick jackets walked briskly down the street as they made their way to whatever mode of transportation they took to get home.

Jigen glanced down at his watch and sighed deeply. It had been almost thirty minutes since he pulled into the lot, unable to bring himself to get out.

"He won't be around forever," he muttered, trying to give him some sort of incentive for leaving. "Damn it," he sighed, bowing his head in defeat.

A tap on the window made him look up, an officer standing besides the car and staring in at him.

Jigen rolled down his window, a chill coming over him as the cold air blew into the car.

"Thirty minute parking," the officer said while pointing to a sign. "You here to see someone?"

Jigen nodded slowly.

"We got visiter parking in the back," the officer informed him. He turned and pointed to one of the buildings. "Behind there. You can stay as long as you want."

"Thanks," Jigen said, no emotion in his voice. He rolled up the window and started the car, backing out of the lot and making his way to the visiter lot, finding a space and parking.

"Maybe another smoke," he said, grabbing the pack in his jacket pocket.

...

The visitor waiting area was small and drab, a rectangular gray room with a line of eight chairs along one wall and six along the opposite. The chairs were old and well worn, the floor in front of them showing which had been used more.

Jigen was seated in one of the lesser used chairs, the tiles under his feet still showing some of their speckled pattern. It was this pattern that his eyes stared at.

"Mister Jigen," a female officer said as she looked down at the clipboard she held.

Jigen looked up at her, a blank expression on his face.

"You're here to see prisoner number zero one three seven eight two?" she asked, looking at him.

Jigen nodded.

"He's ready for you," she said.

Jigen remained silent, standing and walking towards her.

She walked with him to a large metal door. "He just started todays treatment," she said as she unlocked the door and opened it, allowing Jigen to enter before she closed the door and walked next to him down the hall.

"Treatment," Jigen wondered. "I thought it was terminal."

"He said he wanted to continue with the chemo." She gave him a sorrowful look. "He's hoping he lasts long enough for his family to see him."

Jigen nodded. 'Yeah, good luck with that,' he thought.

"He's right in this room," she said, leading the way to a door with an electronic lock, an armed guard standing near it. She entered the code and opened the door. "The last bed on the right."

Jigen paused and took a deep breath. He glanced at the officer and forced a half smile. "Thanks," he said before forcing himself to enter the room, which contained several occupied beds. Three nurses stood at the station towards the back, two guards leaning on the counter and flirting with them.

He eyed the bed he was directed to, the man laying in it unrecognizable to him. A pained look came to his face and it took everything inside of him not to turn and leave.

The man in the bed glanced over at Jigen as he made his way towards him with slow steps. "Tch, figures the criminal would come to see me," the man muttered unhappily, looking away from Jigen.

Jigen got to the bed and stared down sadly at the man. He then took a seat and removed his hat, laying it in his lap. "Yes, dad, the criminal came to see you." His eyes rested on his fathers hands, his once thick strong fingers now thin and fragile.

"So, you talk to your sister lately?" the man asked gruffly, his eyes staring out the window as he was unable to look at his son.

"Not for a few years." Jigen felt it odd, not having seen his father for going on ten years and having last spoken to him three years ago, but the man speaking as if he had visited him daily.

"You need to talk to her more often. So you don't lose touch."

"Yeah..." Jigen stared at his dads thin arms a moment before looking down at the floor. He took a deep breath to compose himself.

"I swear if you start crying..." his dad said, his voice starting to break towards the end. "You always were the emotional one," he whispered.

"Yeah," Jigen said with a laugh. "I can't promise anything, though."

"Hey." The man looked at Jigen and held his hand out.

Jigen reached up and took his dads hand, squeezing it gently.

"I'm glad you came," the man said.

Jigen nodded and smiled at his dad. "I almost didn't. Figured you didn't want to see your disappointment of a son."

"Disappointment?" the man said in annoyance. "Listen to me, boy. You are no disappointment. So you don't make an honest living. Like I ever did? I'm proud of you, okay? Even if you do have that stupid ass name."

Jigen stared at his dad and laughed. "It's not that stupid," he shrugged.

"Whatever made you pick it, anyway?"

"I didn't. It was picked for me."

"Tch, figures. Damn government can't do anything right..."

Jigen grinned. "I don't know. They made witness protection kind of fun. For a while, at least."

"Yeah, until you snuck off and came back home. Always a momma's boy," he joked.

"More of a momma's cooking boy. You don't get food like that in Japan."

"Yeah, I guess not." The man glanced down, his smile fading as he stared at his feet.

"Mentioning mom, has she been-"

"No."

"Oh." Jigen stared down in discomfort.

"So, that boss of yours treating you good?"

Jigen paused a moment. For him it was always easy to forget that Lupin was his boss, seeing the man as more of a friend. "Yeah, he's treating me good. It's the stupid whore dream girlfriend of his that's a pain in the ass."

"She's still hanging around?"

Jigen nodded. "Unfortunately."

"Hmm." The man stared down at his lap as a few seconds of silence passed. "Do me a favor, boy."

Jigen stared at his dad, waiting for him to speak again.

The man looked at his son, staring him in the eyes. "Doctors say I got a week left, if that. Get your mother and sister down here. I'd like to say my goodbyes."

Jigen stared at the sorrow filled eyes of his father. "Yeah. I'll do that."

The man nodded slowly as he continued staring at his son. "Come back tomorrow, okay?"

Jigen nodded, his throat tightening as he held in his tears.

The man turned his head away, not wanting his son to see him get emotional. He lifted a hand and waved Jigen away.

Jigen looked down and put his hat on. He stood, giving his dad one last look before he left.

"You can leave out that door," the guard outside the room said as he pointed to a door down the hall.

Jigen pulled his hat down lower and stared at the floor, leaving out the door and to the parking lot. He got to his car and sat inside, closing the door before he leaned back in the seat and cried.