I've decided to rewrite this to get rid of some of the badness, and author's notes. Oh, those author's notes.
Warnings: It's still short, crack fiction, bad jokes, etc.
Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko sat at a round table, splitting up the loot from their latest heist.
Fujiko took every piece that was laid before her, stashing them in her shirt before a thought struck her. "Where's Goemon anyway?"
Lupin shrugged. "Probably out doing some Japanese stuff or something. Who cares, right?" Lupin felt like Goemon wasn't there half the time anyway. He didn't understand that guy.
A dreamy melody echoed throughout the dim mansion, Lupin finishing off the portions and going to the door. He found a man with a creepy stare and a thick mustache wearing overalls.
"Good-ah evening, Signore, I would-ah like to see Jigen Daisuke," the young man said, eying the note in his hand.
"Sorry, he's not interested in any purchases today," Lupin said and began to close the door.
"Wait!" The handsome but colorblind man shouted, shoving his feet in the way of the door. "I'ma no salesman! I'm his-ah brother, Luigi!"
Lupin had met many of Jigen's ex-partners, of which Jigen probably had more than Fujiko, but that was a new story. "Jigen never told me about a brother."
"But that does not-ah change blahd," the man calling himself Luigi said with heartfelt eyes. "I Googled-ah Japanese-ah customs and have-a brought you a gift of the pizza!"
"A pizza!" Lupin said with lustful eyes. "I... Okay, come on in." Lupin reopened the door, eyes glued to his new prize as his guest walked in.
Lupin returned with a slice of pizza half-stuffed into his mouth, Luigi walking in beside him.
Jigen slammed his hands on the table, standing in disbelief. "Luigi! What are you doing here?"
"Mio fratello, it-a has been eight year. Mucha too long!"
"I told you never to come here. Go home; tornare a casa, per favore!"
"Puh-leeza, allow me to speaka witha you, just for little while. Where is your room, mio caro fratellino?"
Jigen sighed. "Fine, but by tomorrow, you leave, right?" He didn't want his past complicating his thief life. Never had he thought that his past would catch up to him that way. Luckily, it looked like Lupin and Fujiko didn't understand most of what his brother said.
"They call you Jigen now, yes?" Luigi sat beside his brother. "Perché, fratellino? Why you have-ah 'voided me for eight year?"
Jigen scoffed, turning his head. "I don't think I need to explain it." With his brother's return, painful memories had flooded back to Jigen's mind. In the time he had been away from home, it hadn't been so bad; he had fun with his friends and never had to worry about money. He was a different person and he didn't want to return to his sulking ways.
Luigi's voice pierced through his thoughts. "Mario, are-ah you still...?"
Jigen couldn't take it anymore; he buried his face into his hands as something inside of him broke. "I couldn't save her."
"I couldn't save her."