I stole this from the Twilight Zone episode A Piano in the House, since it's one I like and just recently saw it again. Yay for marathons! I just thought it'd be interesting and such. xD

It will be posted in parts, since I don't really like huge one chapter stories, although I've written them in the past. They are just hard for me to read. And so far it's getting to be too long to be just one chapter. I'm sure I will have this thing written by tonight, so I will probably add the next two parts Tuesday and Wednesday. Yup, sitting alone at home in front of the computer writing and posting emotes on Gaia and listening to music during commercials for The Twilight Zone is how I spend my New Years Eve. xD Meh, it's just another day to me. So, anyway...enjoy the story. :3

A Piano in the Museum

By D. Ant

Jigen paced the floor. Goemon sat still like he always did, his eyes closed, his mind most likely focused on nothing. Fujiko sat on the couch, busy filing her nails.
"I wish you'd stop that, Jigen," Fujiko said, his pacing starting to irritate her. "I don't see why you have to worry so much."
"And I don't see why you aren't worrying," Jigen replied with a raised voice. He stopped and glared at her. "You've seen what has happened on other heists, how much we all work to save his ass time and time again. And now he's gone solo all of a sudden, doing crap no different than we'd do it, the only huge difference being the lack of us."
Fujiko sighed and rolled her eyes. "Really, Jigen, I think he can manage. You're acting like some worried wife whose husband is ten minutes late. 'Is he cheating on me? Is he dead? Oh, where can he be?'" She brought the back of her hand to her forehead in a dramatic gesture of distress. She then started to laugh, looking up at him as her laughing subsided.
Jigen clenched his teeth in anger. He wanted to say so much to her, to tell her off like he had recited so many times in his head. In the end, nothing came out, his anger flustering him. And so, for the sake of not looking stupid, he stormed out of the apartment, giving the door a good hard slam to release some of his anger.
She scoffed at his reaction, going back to filing her nails.

"Put those away, you idiots!" Zenigata yelled as the cops with him just finished firing a few rounds at the fleeing Lupin. "We're here to arrest him, not kill him!"
The cops put their guns away, looking at each other sheepishly.
Zenigata let out a growl and started to run after Lupin. "Damn incompetent fools," he mumbled, the cops following behind him.
Lupin held his left bicep in pain, the blood from the gunshot wound seeping out between his fingers. The pain shot through him, clouding his mind of better judgment as he ran into a random room of the museum.
"Lupin!" Zenigata yelled from the hall.
Lupin ran to the back of the large storeroom, panicked as he looked around, seeing he was trapped. "There's gotta be a door somewhere..." he said, quickly turning around as the door opened, a figure silhouetted in the doorway.
"There's nowhere to run, Lupin!" Zenigata yelled. He then laughed, seeing he had finally got his man.
Lupin glared at him as he backed up farther into the shadows.
Zenigata pulled out a flashlight and shone it around the room. A smile came to his face when the light stopped on Lupin, who held his bloodied hand up, blocking the bright light.
"Damn it..." Lupin mumbled. He stumbled back, running into an old piano behind him.
Zenigata laughed to himself, pulling out his gun and walking towards Lupin. "Give it up, Lupin," he said. "Every exit is sealed. You can't escape this time."
Lupin looked up, a random pile of old junk near him, all covered with a paint splattered cloth. A sly grin came to his face. 'Come a little closer...' he said to himself as Zenigata walked up to him. "Now!" he yelled, quickly grabbing the cloth and tugging it down.
Zenigata looked up, awaiting something to happen. He then let out a long loud laugh when the only thing that came down was the cloth, which ended up covering Lupin.
A growl came from underneath, Lupin working to remove it.
"Don't tell me that was your great plan," Zenigata said while still laughing. "That was a good one, Lupin."
With one more loud growl, Lupin threw the cloth off him, standing and seething. "What's so funny?!" he demanded to know, his hands clenching tighter the cloth he still held. He balled it up into one hand and threw his arm back, throwing the cloth behind him.
The cloth hit the front of the piano, activating it as it whirred softly, calliope music starting to play loudly.
"Huh?" Lupin looked back as it played. "This piece of crap still works?" he said with a laugh.
Zenigata stared at the piano, his demeanor starting to change. He backed away and turned around, his head down as his eyes stared sadly at the floor. "I never wanted this," he said in a low voice.
Lupin looked up, confused. He slowly turned towards Zenigata as he spoke. "Never...wanted what?"
"I never wanted to be a police officer."
"Oh...um, okay..." Lupin looked around, his mind telling him this was just some trap, but his instincts telling him otherwise. "Why did you become one, then?"
Lupin didn't really know why he was asking these questions, but it was as if he had no control over his voice at that time. He also didn't understand Zenigata's sudden change. 'It happened right as...the music started...' He glanced back at the piano and then back at Zenigata.
"My father," Zenigata continued, "...my father made me. He told me it was my place in life, how things were done in the family. Zenigata's are always cops. Always. Which meant...my dreams would never happen."
"Your...dreams?"
Zenigata nodded. "I wanted to be on the stage, performing in front of millions on Broadway. I wanted to act." As he said the last sentence he spun and did a stunning flourish. "I wanted to entertain others. I wanted to dazzle reviewers. But most of all, I wanted to love." He sighed deeply and lowered his head.
Lupin stood, a confused yet highly amused look on his face. He held in his laughter. "So, why don't you retire from Interpol and go into stage acting?"
"It's too late for that," Zenigata lamented. "I can't retire now until I end this case." He lifted his head and stared at Lupin. "And ending this case would be the loss of something else. It would be the loss of you. I admire you, Lupin. I almost...almost love you..." His words trailed off as he stared into Lupin's eyes, his feet pulling him towards him.
"Uh, hey, Pops..." Lupin laughed nervously, backing up. He once again found himself trapped by the piano, Zenigata coming towards him with a wanting look in his eyes. "Snap out of it!" Lupin yelled in a panic, turning and trying to shut the piano off.
"Lupin..."
Lupin quickly spun around, letting out a small whimper.
"Lupin, I need you."
"No! No, you don't need me! Really, you don't!" Another nervous laugh as Lupin tried to escape, the music suddenly stopping, both he and Zenigata freezing, their faces inches from each other.
Zenigata snapped out of it, but the realization of what he had said hit him. He backed away quickly, looking down in embarrassment. "Lupin, I...I..." He didn't look at him, only stood there. Nothing coming to mind, he turned and ran out of the room.
Lupin sighed a breath of relief. "What the hell was that?" He shuddered, really glad the music stopped when it did. "Damn thing..." he said as he kicked the piano. 'Did it...did it do that to Pops? But, how would...it's just a piano, right?' He stood staring at it, his mind thinking about what had just occurred. "That was frightening, but you've piqued my interest." 'I wonder how the others will react?' he thought, a mischievous smile on his face.