First off, thanks to Nani who came up with the title and gave me permission to use it. :D I came up with this idea as a joke story. Joke because of the subject manner and the seriousness of it all. Doesn't mean you can't enjoy it as a serious story because you can. Now in only three easy payments of twenty nine ninety five! But wait! Call in the next five minutes and... Anyway, the chapters will be short and to the point. I think. As of now I only have a two chapters written out and they are both short. I find it funny how much this has changed from the original partial first chapter I posted. xD And then there's the other version I still have to figure out an end to...
The Second Time Around
by D. Ant
Chapter One
Present Day
Lupin ran as the rain poured down around him. He ran for what seemed like forever, down the dark and deserted streets, turning down random sidestreets. Water splashed as he ran through puddles, the noise echoing off the brick walls around him. Thick steam rose from the sewer grates he passed, thinner clouds forming from his breath as he panted, unable to stop, running to stay alive.
In the shadows stood a man, one who didn't seem confused by the zigzagging route Lupin was taking, walking calmly through the streets, following Lupin's every step, somehow knowing where to go.
The man had no worries, no emotions to cloud his mind. Everything seemed to roll off him like the rain that pelted his suit, water steadily dripping off the rim of his hat. He knew what he had to do. Why he was there.
Lupin ducked into an alley, taking a quick rest to catch his breath before he continued on, his destination close by.
Running down another street and down another alley, he ran inside a door nearby, running inside of the old hotel. Finding the stairway, he made his way to the fourth floor.
It was there that one of his hideouts stood. A hideout only he knew about. The hideout he went to as an escape from everything, to get away from it all.
'To get away from him,' he thought, opening the door and stepping inside, navigating through the dark to the window, where he sat and watched the street below.
'Why did he have to come back?' he asked himself with a sigh. 'And why did...' Another long sigh as he ran his hand over his hair, pushing off all the excess moisture that was rolling down his forehead.
'I threw away my life for love. I threw everything away for nothing.' He laughed in disbelief of it all.
'All my troubles to get a broken heart, lost friendships, bloodshed, pain...'
He peaked out the window again, the streets still empty, the feelings of him being followed fading as the sounds of the howling wind and rain pounding on the window filled his ears.
"I should have listened," he muttered with a sigh. "Goemon was right. Everything I did was meaningless in the end. Why couldn't I have seen it..."
He stared out the window, his eyes gazing at the blinking streetlight across the way as his mind wandered, drifting off to all of the events that led to his current situation...