The Only thing concerning the great Lupin is my comics, my pins, my plushies, my actionfigures, and my love for them. They all belong to the great Monkey Punch. --Jaz

I sat on my bed in my room reading a large novel when there was a knock at my

door. "Come in," I called, turning the page.

"Hey," my crush-slash-best-friend, Jigen, said, opening the door and taking a

step in.

I looked up and felt my cheeks grow warm when I saw him. I slammed my book

shut and smiled. "Hello, Jigen."

Jigen grinned back at me. "So..." he drug the word out casually. "We're going

to The Club for dinner, Lupin and me. Would you like to come?" He paused, his

eyes covered by his black rat pack fedora. "Oh, I was supposed to tell you that

Goemon's not going to come."

I laughed. "Oh, the party pooper!" My brother, Goemon, had a bad habit of

bailing on us then it was sure to be a good time. I smiled at Jigen. "I would

love to go with you."

Jigen nodded at me approvingly. "Good." He looked at my outfit--a pair of

jogging pants and a spaghetti strap top. "Before we go, though, The Club is a

ritzy place. You might want to change into something a little," he cleared his

throat, "nicer."

My cheeks grew warm again as I shooed him out. I walked into my closet and

looked through my closet for the perfect dress. I finally decided on a white

one that Goemon had bought for me. It had a V-neck that, if in the right

position, could be very revealing. The straps were white and thin and easily

hidden by my shoulder length hair. But the thing that I liked best about the

dress was that it was like an extra skin, and easy to move around in.

I grabbed a pink jacket and left my room, walking out to Lupin's rolls royce,

where he and Jigen were waiting. I waved good-bye to Goemon as the car pulled

out of the driveway.

Jigen smiled at me. "Well, kiddo, you finallyget to go with us to The Club."

I nodded, putting a grin on my face. "Thanks for inviting me, guys."

Lupin laughed. "Well, you're no replacement ofr Goemon, and you probably can't

drink like him, but you're kinda cute."

I stuck my tongue out at Lupin. "Ya know, Lupin?" I said, eyeing him. "It

wouldn't hurt to be nice to me once in a while. I may just prove to be an

important member of the team."

Jigen nodded at Lupin. "Yeah, Lupin." he smiled a bit at me. "kiddo can help

out a lot. She's really skilled with the dagger, and she can shoot a gun like

me on a fricken' bad day."

He always seemed to make me blush. "You really think I'm that good?" I asked,

Jigen being a perfect shot.

He nodded, patting my shoulder. "You try hard at it, and that's what matters,

kiddo."

I smiled a thanks, but inside I was crying. That's all I was to Jigen. The kis

of the group. Then again, at age 21, I am the youngest, and I could easily be

Jigen's younger sister, seeing as he is 35.

Lupin pulled the car into the parking lot of a nice diner regally named The

Club. Jigen opened the door and let me out of the car.

We got seated at a table that was meant for four. I sat across from Jigen

staring at him over the candle-lit table. He watched the flamanco dancer

flamancoing across the stage. I looked at the dancer. She was beautiful, with

her long black hair pulled into a bun, and rose in her hair. Her dress was red,

slimfitting, long, and she moved easily in it. her green eyes landed on Jigen.

She smiled broadly and winked at him. Jigen blushed a bright color of red.

I glared at Jigen. Lupin looked from me to Jigen to the dancer. He smiled a

bit. "I'm going to go see Fujiko." He pointed to a table where a woman sat

alone.

I nodded. "tell her hi for me." I looked back to Jigen. The woman had thrown

him the rose from her hair. He stuck it in his chest pocket. Something black

and shiny flassed in my eye from the dancers belt. I gasped, looking at Jigen.

"Jigen... Jigen, come out of your transe and listen to me!"

He shook his head and looked up. "Huh? what is it now?" he sounded vey

annoyed.

"She's got a gun!" I whispered loudly.

"So?" he laughed. "I do too."

"I've got a bad feeling about this, Jigen."

"You have a bad feeling about everything, kiddo."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You just wait. Whenever I have a bad feeling,

something bad happens. You know that, yet you still ignore it." I hadn't

realized that I had been raising my voice.

"Sssshhh, Subari," Jiggen whispered. "People are beginning to stare."

I glared at him. "I don't care!" I sighed. "I'm going to go see Fujiko. See

ya later."

The song ended as Jigen nodded. He clapped as the dancer walked off stage. I

glanced at her as she, (with a smile, might I add) pulled out a gun and aimed it

quickly at Jigen. I heard the gunshot and before I knew what I was doing, I

jumped in front of my best friend. The bullet didn't hurt as much as I thought

it would as it went into my left shoulder, and before I knew it, I was on the

ground in a pool of blood which I guessed was mine.