Here it is, my second Lupin III story. This is the prolouge. Note; The story will not be completely in first person, the first chapter will be 3rd person.
This will likely be a hurt/comfort/friendship story. And if you look at it someways, A bit more between Zenigata and Lupin.
I'd like some feed back about that, and maybe I'll make it slightly Romance, but for now, enjoy.
Ps; Five year age difference between Zenigata and Lupin.

Disclaimer; I do not own Lupin III

What had it been now? Two years? Yes, that sounded about right. Two years since… Since… What? I don't really quite remember… Well, you see, I really don't remember a lot of things. All my memories starts two years ago, when I woke from a coma. The Doctors and nurses kept referring to me as Zenigata, or Koichi-san, or even Zenigata Koichi-kun. But personally, I had no idea who this person was. I found out from them my age, my occupation, hell, even my newborn's name… But … Most of that never stuck to my memory. And even now, no memories had returned to me of my previous life. They told me I was a twenty-three year old Detective's apprentice. I had been helping my mentor on a particularly difficult case, and while on the job, was involved in a large explosion. Or so they had told me. Apparently it was a miracle I even survived, but my memory was not so lucky, I suppose. Even after two years it was hard to imagine what my life used to be like, and I was hard pressed to wonder why my memories didn't want to comeback.

I asked the doctors frequently, but they never gave me a straight answer. And once I was once again physically fit, they suggested I went to an institution. I insisted I was in fine mental health, from what I could tell. But if it was able to bring back some of my erased memories, I was all for it. I checked into the third level of the complex. For the stable long-term patients of the 'Memory Ward'. Below me was the temporary patients, and above me, the crazies. The staff often didn't like it when I called them that, but it was just too much fun. Living in the Memory Ward wasn't nearly as horrible as I expected, most of the people were really nice. And sometimes they even remembered me for more than an hour. I had only met a few other Amnesia patients, but most of them regained parts of their memory, or at least enough to go home. They referred to my condition as 'Complete Amnesia', but kept in hope that they would soon come back. After two years, even I was beginning to lose hope. But the staff here, and some of the patients kept me in high spirits, trying all sorts of exercises to help me.

It is so kind of them… But it isn't working… I've talked with the women, whom I once known as my wife, and she had made it very clear that I was different from before… But… What was before? She had said, before I had been strong willed, loud, determined, clean-cut, and rule abiding. I had tried for weeks to picture myself like that, as a diligent police officer, but I just couldn't do it. That person, seemed like someone else. As if I had really died then, and I was now my own reincarnation. The thoughts hurt my brain. She also mentioned that now I acted like… A child. I didn't see why that was any worse then some crazy work-a-holic dude. At the one month mark, one of the nurses offer to cut my hair. I refused, and I still am not sure why. Soon it was starting to get in my eyes, and now, it reached under my nose, and at the back it came to my neck. I don't really think I should cut it, but I always get teased, being called a 'Surfer boy', or a 'Girly boy'. I think it just made me want to keep it all the same.

But recently, I've become bored. The day they had said was my twenty-fifth was the last time my family came to visit. It had been little over a month… I had the feeling they had finally give up trying to deal with the heart break, or something like that. The staff assured me they would be back, but I didn't believe it. I supposed I would be stuck here until I knew enough about the world to try and… I dunno, do something I guess. I once asked the staff about how my life here was possible, I didn't want the family I didn't remember to have to pay for something like this. I was glad to learn that my former place of employment had been order to pay for this by a Judge or something. I'm not sure anymore, I kinda lost interest when they told me it wasn't my family paying. I guess the relief of the statement was what got to me.

I really wish something would happen, I wish I could remember my life, go back to my family. Go back to what it was supposed to be… But it seems fate would not let me. The doctors and staff said that maybe I had yet to find the key to regaining my memories. Where was this damn 'key' supposed to be anyways?

When was the last time I really had fun with this? A year ago? No… Two? Yes… Two. But why had it stopped being fun? It wasn't like the safes weren't a bit of a challenge in themselves, or the police were… Too stupid… But, since I was eighteen, it just seemed to be too easy. I wonder sometimes if that was the prime of my career as a thief, or if… Or if I just didn't have a rival, someone who could actually make things more challenging… But… In my memories, I remembered there was once someone like that. A young man, who was working with old Detective O'Quinnly, a supposed prodigy when it came to law enforcement. I remember faintly what that man used to say… I will be the one to arrest you, Lupin! He always seemed to be close, but I was a step ahead of him… Well… Most of the time. I nearly laughed at the memory… What had happened to him? Two years ago he seemed to disappear off the face of the planet, along with Detective O'Quinnly. I do remember the last heist I saw them though, now that I really think of it. I thought they had either been replaced, or had given up. But now that I truly gave it thought, it seemed like unlikely thing for someone as determined as O'Quinnly's assistant seemed to be. Then… Why?

The question bothered me for a few days, until I finally decided to look into it. Two years ago, when I was eighteen, I made a huge news, all over the world, I was famous, dangerous, and good looking. Though, the last one was a given. At such a young age, safes were no trouble to me, policemen? They seemed like fools, Detectives? Even they seemed incompetent, compared to the 'genius thief' that I was.

But now I seem they hadn't been daunted by me… They hadn't back down, or been taken of my case, they… They had been in a explosion. I read and re-read the article at least three times, allowing the information to finally sink into my brain. In pursuit of the infamous Lupin III, Detective Haim O'Quinnly, and his young assistant Koichi Zenigata where involved in a car explosion. While driving after the thief, O'Quinnly lost control, of the car, barrelling into a corner gas station. The resulting explosion could be heard half way across the city, as ambulances rushed to the scene. Detective O'Quinnly died in hospital a few hours later, leaving behind a wife of forty years, two grown sons, and six grandchildren. Zenigata was treated at the hospital for serious head trauma. Zenigata is currently in intensive care, and doctors say the rest of his body only received minor injuries. I recognised the date even… It was the day after I had made that heist… I was half way to Europe. I-I had never known about this, was I really so ignorant?

My heart seemed to hurt, as if someone was squeezing it from the inside. It was my fault, it was my fault that O'Quinnly died. I read a few more articles about him, the squeezing feeling seemed to increased. Nearly feeling as if it would burst when I saw a picture of the late Detective with his family, a grandchild on his knee. The guiltiness I felt was only rivalled by the curiosity I felt to Koichi Zenigata. I stumbled on a more recent article, dated back to about eight months ago.

Over one year ago, after a grizzly explosion in the south of the city, Koichi Zenigata lost a lot of things. He lost his mentor, the arrest of Lupin III, and… His memory. Suffering from head trauma, Zenigata was brought into Saint Davis General Hospital with potentially left threatening injuries. Zenigata was treated by Dr Tenma, the head neurosurgeon, and miraculously survived the brush with death. But there was a complication with his recovery, and the man slipped into a coma for a total of three weeks. After a long and anxious time for friends, family and doctors, Koichi Zenigata awakened from the coma.

His pregnant wife, along with his mother were the first to greet him as he awakened. But this is where is the story of survival takes a even sadder note, Koichi Zenigata has developed a case of near 'Complete Amnesia'.

No…

The man remembers nothing about his life before awakening in the hospital…

No… Not him… He couldn't have…

Despite the efforts of the people around him, Zenigata seems like he is unable to regain the memories before his coma. An emotional Koyuki Zenigata spoke to me about how she is dealing …

I couldn't read anymore… It… It was so painful, I couldn't believe it… This was my fault… My fault that Haim O'Quinnly was gone, my fault a young family has to deal with something like this, and my fault… My fault that someone lost everything they had known about himself. I felt like crying, this… This was torture. I had never known about this, and I probably should have. I wondered how these people were now, did old Mrs O'Quinnly still visit her husband's grave? Is Koyuki Zenigata getting by with her young child? Has Koichi Zenigata regained any of his memories?

Over the next few weeks, those three things became my personal mission. To find out how these people have faired with their tragedies. First was Mrs. O'Quinnly, whom seemed to be doing well. She was doing better than I thought, at least. From what I could tell, she still visited her husband's grave, but was not in any financial crisis, as I had feared. I knew that it would take her a very long time, if not for ever for her to be truly okay again… But at least she wasn't manic depressive. The next person I checked in on was Koichi Zenigata's wife, and her young daughter, Toshiko. It was nice to find that they had been living with Zenigata's parents. The… The only thing that bother me was that… Well… It seemed as if she… Was seeing someone new. It was too hard to think about… I left the place soon.

Now… I find myself here, Harrington Institute for the Mentally Unhealthy and Memory clinic. Try saying that five times fast, I thought to myself, looking up at the tall white building. Was… Was he here? Out of all the people's lives I've ruined, I was most interested in him. He was the one I could really visit, talk to, and he would have no idea who I was… Even without a mask. Walking closer to the building, an anxious feeling began to creep up on me, reminiscent of the days when my heists were much more exciting. Days when… When O'Quinnly and Zenigata were on my case…