YOU ONLY LIVE THRICE
A Lupin III/Batman Crossover
By Master Tonberi
Monday, August 12, 2002
Lupin III is not mine. No one from Batman is, either.
In fact, no one I'm gonna frickin write about is mine. Please don't hurt me.
I suppose it is best if you know the series before you read this. I have a habit
of writing very simply. . . I try to put in detail, but I usually see my stories as
movies in my mind, sometimes comics, and I have a difficult time writing.
But anyway. Please enjoy. This was inspired by a dream I had one night that
had Bruce Wayne funding Fujiko. (Funding what, I don't know—I woke up.)
Oh, yeah, for those who haven't heard the Japanese, Lupin is found of saying
"Ararara" or something similar. (It actually sounds a bit like Alalala) It's just
something he says when he's falling, or surprised, or what not. It's a very
Japanese exclamation. By the way, his gun is a Walther.
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Fujiko Mine felt as though she were a chauffer, a maid and a nanny to John and
Jane, her two current dummies. . . er, students. She was really surprised when the
two responded to her ad in the paper. 'Learn to be a spy! Quick, easy lessons—the
next James Bond could be you!' was all she'd written. She did it on a whim, really,
just as a joke. She didn't think that Americans would really fall for everything, like
she'd been told.
But lo and behold, two rich brats, brother and sister, called her up. She couldn't
figure out what they wanted, except that they must be bored with their life. After
doing her research, she found they were both college students on their summer
break, but their family was new money, not old. Fujiko shrugged it off, and decided
to scope out the place. Unfortunately, she got roped into living in the house with
the whole family. While the tutor position wasn't new to her, it wasn't what she had
planned on. The kids told their parents she was schooling them in Japanese. Fujiko
made it a point to speak with an exaggerated Japanese accent around the parents.
So that day, she was taking them to a near by mall, the hob-nob place for the local brats,
and teach them how to pick-pocket. She didn't expect them to go through with it.
Ever since she'd moved in, they'd taken her for granted, and a few times tried to make
her clean up after them. In revenge, she lifted a few choice pieces of jewelry from
their mother. . . and left them in John's room.
"Okay, kids." Fujiko said as they walked through the sliding doors. "We'll meet in
the middle in an hour. I want to see what you've got then."
"But, ma'am, I don't understand what pick-pocketing—" Jane started to say, but
Fujiko raised her hand.
"Just trust me." Fujiko replied, and quickly lost herself in the crowd. She couldn't put
with their questioning a minute longer. She lost herself, however, by window shopping.
Sure, it was expensive, but the clothes there were so lovely. It was while she was
admiring a little black dress in a window that she noticed she had a shadow. A shadow
wearing a red jacket.
"Lupin?!" She gasped, turning quickly. He grinned at her and flashed her the victory sign.
"Ararara, Fujiko-chan, you didn't even see me all this time?" He clicked his tongue.
"I'm so disappointed in you." He passed her, twirling a little, and kept walking.
With a scowl on her face she followed him.
"If you've had to put up with what I'd had to put up with these last few weeks, you'd
want to loose yourself sometimes, too." She snapped at him. He finally stopped near
the entrance to a department store.
"But you were so distracted you didn't even realize I took this!" He exclaimed, and
held up a passport. Her eyes grew wide and she reached inside her purse, without
taking her eyes off him, and felt for her passport.
"What are you talking about?" She asked. She held up her passport, and opened it
to show him. "This is mine." He opened the one in his hand, to show her portrait and
her false identity. Confused, she looked at the one she'd open, to be greeted by a
picture of Lupin making a funny face. She threw the passport at him, and he laughed
as he caught it. Fujiko snatched her passport away.
"Have you become a bad thief, Fujiko?" Lupin taunted. She was getting pretty fed
up with him, and she opened her mouth to say something, but quickly turned around.
Jigen was approaching them, hands in his pockets and his hat drawn down over his
eyes, as usual.
"If I'm so bad, why did I see Jigen coming?" Fujiko retorted.
"You didn't see me." Jigen grumbled. "You heard me." He said as he walked by.
He only paused a second to glance at the smiling Lupin, then rambled off. As Fujiko
watched him leave, she thought she noticed a man in a kimono with long hair walking
with the crowd out of the corner of her eye. . .
When she turned around, Lupin was gone.
A Lupin III/Batman Crossover
By Master Tonberi
Monday, August 12, 2002
Lupin III is not mine. No one from Batman is, either.
In fact, no one I'm gonna frickin write about is mine. Please don't hurt me.
I suppose it is best if you know the series before you read this. I have a habit
of writing very simply. . . I try to put in detail, but I usually see my stories as
movies in my mind, sometimes comics, and I have a difficult time writing.
But anyway. Please enjoy. This was inspired by a dream I had one night that
had Bruce Wayne funding Fujiko. (Funding what, I don't know—I woke up.)
Oh, yeah, for those who haven't heard the Japanese, Lupin is found of saying
"Ararara" or something similar. (It actually sounds a bit like Alalala) It's just
something he says when he's falling, or surprised, or what not. It's a very
Japanese exclamation. By the way, his gun is a Walther.
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Fujiko Mine felt as though she were a chauffer, a maid and a nanny to John and
Jane, her two current dummies. . . er, students. She was really surprised when the
two responded to her ad in the paper. 'Learn to be a spy! Quick, easy lessons—the
next James Bond could be you!' was all she'd written. She did it on a whim, really,
just as a joke. She didn't think that Americans would really fall for everything, like
she'd been told.
But lo and behold, two rich brats, brother and sister, called her up. She couldn't
figure out what they wanted, except that they must be bored with their life. After
doing her research, she found they were both college students on their summer
break, but their family was new money, not old. Fujiko shrugged it off, and decided
to scope out the place. Unfortunately, she got roped into living in the house with
the whole family. While the tutor position wasn't new to her, it wasn't what she had
planned on. The kids told their parents she was schooling them in Japanese. Fujiko
made it a point to speak with an exaggerated Japanese accent around the parents.
So that day, she was taking them to a near by mall, the hob-nob place for the local brats,
and teach them how to pick-pocket. She didn't expect them to go through with it.
Ever since she'd moved in, they'd taken her for granted, and a few times tried to make
her clean up after them. In revenge, she lifted a few choice pieces of jewelry from
their mother. . . and left them in John's room.
"Okay, kids." Fujiko said as they walked through the sliding doors. "We'll meet in
the middle in an hour. I want to see what you've got then."
"But, ma'am, I don't understand what pick-pocketing—" Jane started to say, but
Fujiko raised her hand.
"Just trust me." Fujiko replied, and quickly lost herself in the crowd. She couldn't put
with their questioning a minute longer. She lost herself, however, by window shopping.
Sure, it was expensive, but the clothes there were so lovely. It was while she was
admiring a little black dress in a window that she noticed she had a shadow. A shadow
wearing a red jacket.
"Lupin?!" She gasped, turning quickly. He grinned at her and flashed her the victory sign.
"Ararara, Fujiko-chan, you didn't even see me all this time?" He clicked his tongue.
"I'm so disappointed in you." He passed her, twirling a little, and kept walking.
With a scowl on her face she followed him.
"If you've had to put up with what I'd had to put up with these last few weeks, you'd
want to loose yourself sometimes, too." She snapped at him. He finally stopped near
the entrance to a department store.
"But you were so distracted you didn't even realize I took this!" He exclaimed, and
held up a passport. Her eyes grew wide and she reached inside her purse, without
taking her eyes off him, and felt for her passport.
"What are you talking about?" She asked. She held up her passport, and opened it
to show him. "This is mine." He opened the one in his hand, to show her portrait and
her false identity. Confused, she looked at the one she'd open, to be greeted by a
picture of Lupin making a funny face. She threw the passport at him, and he laughed
as he caught it. Fujiko snatched her passport away.
"Have you become a bad thief, Fujiko?" Lupin taunted. She was getting pretty fed
up with him, and she opened her mouth to say something, but quickly turned around.
Jigen was approaching them, hands in his pockets and his hat drawn down over his
eyes, as usual.
"If I'm so bad, why did I see Jigen coming?" Fujiko retorted.
"You didn't see me." Jigen grumbled. "You heard me." He said as he walked by.
He only paused a second to glance at the smiling Lupin, then rambled off. As Fujiko
watched him leave, she thought she noticed a man in a kimono with long hair walking
with the crowd out of the corner of her eye. . .
When she turned around, Lupin was gone.