Hey there everyone, well I'm Invader Nicole also known as I.N.D. or just Nicole. This is my first time writing a Lupin the Third fic so I hope I do okay and don't get anyone OOC. The idea for the fic just popped in my head while I was thinking about a certain problem that involves the fic. I don't think anyone's ever writen the beginning of the fic in the Lupin section so I hope its not Mary Sue-ish. Hope you all like it. -Invader Nicole

Disclaimer: I don't own Lupin the Third sadly . . . I wish I could own Jigen though. Monkey Punch owns Lupin the Third and anything that relates to him in Japanese.

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'Live What You've Learned'

Chapter One: Let's Make a Bet, Shall We?

By Invader Nicole

The scene starts out as any other random day of Lupin the III and his accomplices, Jigen and Goemon. They had all decided to stay at a fancy hotel in Chicago, much to the joy of Jigen. Inspector Zenigata had found them earlier that day and they decided to stay low until the coast was clear. They didn't know what the point was though, even if he did find them again they would as easily get away as always. Lupin was sitting on a chair out on the balcony of the hotel, staring up into the stars and thinking about Fujiko. He wondered how she was doing, it had been a short while since the last time they saw each other, but to him it was like eternity. Goemon was sitting on a comfortable red couch in the living room, he was in his meditation mode, his katana at his side like always. Jigen was sitting a wooden chair across from Goemon, reading the paper and smoking as usual. Lupin knew he should be thinking about their next heist but he couldn't get his mind off Fujiko, she usually arrived out of the blue at any time.

"Fujiko . . . where are you?" he asked in a day-dream voice to no one in particular.

"She's probably thinking up more ways to scam us out of our loot," came the answer from Jigen. He turned a page in the newspaper and continued to read.

"Aw c'mon Jigen. She's changed, she's on our side now," Lupin insisted.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

"Jigen does have a point, Lupin." Goemon opened his eyes from his meditation, the conversation had most likely broken his concentration. He closed his eyes and tried meditating again. "Fujiko hasn't exactly been honest with us, like the time with the gold truck."

A grunt came from Jigen. "Don't remind me. Zenigata got the gold and we got the girl, not much of trade in my opinion."

Lupin crossed his arms and walked into the living room. "Still, even if she didn't change you'd think we would've heard from her by now. She's always here when were gonna pull something like this."

Goemon picked up his sword and pointed it towards the door. At the exact moment a knock was heard at the hotel room door. Lupin, hopeing he was right, walked towards the door and opened it. No suck luck. It was just one of the bellboys. He lifted his hat in respect and gave Lupin a pink piece of paper, saying it was a letter for him. Lupin closed the door and sat down on the sofa next to Goemon. As his eyes scanned the pink paper he smiled and yelled with glee.

"It's from Fujiko!"

"Well speak of the devil, and I actually mean it." Jigen replied to his joyous friend, not even bothering to look over the paper.

Lupin gave Jigen an evil look but read the letter out loud anyway. "My dearest Lupin, I'm sorry that I haven't written in a long time. I've been busy checking on Nessie back in Lake Ness. I heard about your new plan, Zenigata is on his way already. Better get a move on, I'll be there soon. I'll meet you at the restaurant, the Spanish Tavern. Love, Fujiko." Lupin jumped up from his chair, disturbing the samurai's chance at inner peace.

Jigen lowered his newspaper and took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing out the smoke in perfect circles. "I'll bet you anything she's the one who tipped Zenigata off about where we are."

"Jigen! I'll prove to you that she's on our side, I'll bring her here later. If Zenigata does come he'd have to arrest Fujiko too, and I doubt she'd tip him off with a chance of getting caught as well." Lupin walked to the mirror on the wall, he combed his fine, black hair and brushed off any dust from his red jacket and white pants. He straightened his tie and opened the door. "Wish me luck," he said as he smiled and left.

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Two hours later Lupin returned to the hotel room, his arm around Fujiko. She wore a short, blue dress and her hair was still wavy brown. He walked a little clumsily, knowing Lupin he most likely had drunk to his hearts content while still remaining sober. Fujiko hadn't changed at all, she looked around the hotel room and her black eyes landed on Lupin's two friends. Goemon, the samurai who was a master with his katana and would starve himself unless he had pickled radishes and miso soup. Jigen, the professional marksman who was obsessed with drinking and smoking. They hadn't changed either. Goemon still wore his gi's, the usual blue-ish grey color. Neither had Jigen, he still wore the same black suit, the black fedora hat, and he still had his black beard. None of them had changed, they were still thieves and damn good at it. The room was as silent as ever, Fujiko was used to Goemon's silence and she knew Jigen hated her, the fact that he didn't trust women didn't help much either.

"So Fujicakes, what brings you to Chicago?" Lupin asked with a smile on his face, he was always smiling like a fool whenever she was around.

"Like I said, I wanted to visit you guys. I've missed you all. I went to visit Nessie and then I heard Zenigata was looking for you guys," Fujiko said as she tossed her hair back.

"Missed our stolen rewards is more like it," Jigen mumbled loudly.

Fujiko shot him an angry look. "You haven't changed at all, Jigen. You still dress like a mobster from the 1930's and smoke like an addict."

Fujiko walked over to him and swiftly took the cigarette from his mouth. She tossed it to the hotel-carpeted floor and stepped on it, crushing every bit of it with the heel of her shoe. She gave him a look of triumph, Jigen gave her a short angry glare, not that it was visible, his black hat always covering his eyes from view. He smiled to himself as his hand went into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He picked one out and began to smoke it after he lit it, he sent her a sneer that looked as if it said 'Ha-ha!' Fujiko turned back to Lupin, giving him her sad puppy face, knowing he'd fall for it like putty. And he did.

"Lupin, I don't think its good for Jigen to be smoking. What if he gets sick and croaks?" She fluttered her eyelashes towards him and he sighed in pleasure, his knees wobbling as if he were beginning to melt.

"Jigen, quit smoking."

Jigen lifted the tip of his fedora and gave Lupin an evil stare, his black eyes now visible. "No way in friggin' hell am I going to listen to Fujiko. I'd sooner turn myself in to Pops." Jigen said referring to Inspector Zenigata, he looked angry. He had a right to be, his best friend was listening to everything the woman said to him. He breathed in a long smoke from his cigarette and continued to give Lupin the 'snap-out-of-it' stare. It was no use, he was long gone.

Goemon got up from the sofa and looked to his friends' and their 'supposed' new accomplice. "I'll be in the kitchen making tea if anyone needs me." Goemon walked out of the room, already expecting what was to come. He shook his head at the two in the room, they fought like an old married couple.

Fujiko stared at Jigen for a minute thne smiled. "Why don't you put your money where your cigarette-smoking mouth is?"

"Fujicakes, what are you talking about?" Lupin asked his lover, he was clearly lost in the moment.

Jigen put the tip of his hat downward, shadowing over his face again. "Alright then, what do you want to bet?" One of his arms rest on his belt that held his S&W M19 Combat Magnum, the other holding the newly-lit cancer stick close to his mouth.

"I bet you can't quit smoking for the whole week, not one single cigarette. If I win you have to turn yourself in to Pops at Interpol. If you win then I'll stop seeing Lupin and I'll turn myself in to Pops. Is it a deal?"

Jigen thought for a minute then smirked. "Deal."

"Fujicakes! What are you doing?!"

Fujiko smiled to herself, she looked towards Lupin. "Don't worry Lupin, I know I'll win. There's no way Jigen can stop smoking for a week."

"We'll see." Jigen took the cigarette from his mouth and burnt it out on the ash tray on the coffee table. He put his hands in his pockets and began to walk off towards his room.

"Wait right there, Daisuke," Fujiko said to Jigen, referring to him with his first name. "What about your other cigarettes? Knowing you, you have atleast a pack with you and a whole bunch in your room.

"Oh right . . . " Jigen said almost reluctantly. He reached into the pockets of his black pants and pulled out two packs and took three more cigarettes from the jacket of his suit, he lifted his fedora off his head and pulled out another pack. Lupin and Fujiko followed Jigen to his room and after five minutes, walked out with their arms full of cigarette packs, mostly pall malls. Jigen looked quite pissed as he closed the door to his room.

Fujiko turned to Lupin, trying not to drop any packs. "He is an addict."

Lupin looked to her, also trying not to drop any. "I'm not surprised really."

They walked into the kitchen to see Goemon sitting at the table drinking green tea, his eyes were closed until they had entered. Lupin dumped his arm-load onto the table, opened a pack, and took out a cigarette. He turned towards the sink and dropped it down the drain, turned the garbage disposal on, and listened to the whir of the blades as they cut the stick into pieces.

"Lupin, your going to take forever if you do that."

Lupin turned to Goemon, he was looking at the writing on the back of a pack. "Well what do you propose I do then?"

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Jigen rested on the bed on his room, staring up at the ceiling. 'What was I thinking?' he thought to himself. He didn't know what to do, by now he'd usually be smoking or drinking. 'That was probably one of the most stupid bets I ever made.' He then noticed a bright light outside the window of the room, large puffs of black smoke were rising from the lower level. Jigen got up from his bed and walked towards the window. He looked out and stared in shock. It was a metal garbage barrel, filled to the top with his packs, burning in large red flames. Goemon and Lupin were throwing more into the garbage can every few minutes. Fujiko stared at the flames, a smile plastered on her face.

"Son of a bitch . . . " he mumbled. He walked back to his bed and threw himself onto the sheets, his face against the pillow, not caring that he was still dressed in his suit as he drifted off to sleep.

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