The Curse of Lighthouse Rock
This is my frist Lupin fic so be kind and no flames please or you will be yelled at and will have to bandege my arms agian Disclaimer: I hate this things.....*ears twitch*but ...I do not own Lupin the 3rd . Warning: Swearing and Characters getting injured Now on with show!!!
Chapter one
"Lupin! Get back here!"
"Sorry Pops! I got run!"
Arsène Lupin III was a thin, wiry black-haired young man of twenty- eight. Because of his wiry frame he was a swift runner. He could hear the police closing in as he raced down the street to a waiting car. Lupin hopped nimbly into the passenger seat and shouted to the diver," Floor it!" The driver took the hint and put the petal to the metal.
Lupin sighed with happy relief as the police and Zenigata where left in the dust. He turn ed to the driver ,who was focused on the road. He was a tall man, thinner then Lupin ,with jet-black hair and a serious frown. The upper portions of his face beyond his nose were hidden by his trademark black Fedora. Daisuke Jigen had been his best friend for almost 5 years now. Lupin didn't know his exact age but he did know the man was probably in his thirties or forties.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Lupin turned a little pink and shakes his head.
"Just wondering how you can where black in this heat?" Lupin asked, pulling off his jacket and shirt.
"I have more endurance then you Lupin," Jigen replied coldly.
"Why the bad mood?" Lupin asked.
"It's nothing," the older man snapped.
The thief snorted folding his hands behind his head and stared at the ocean they were passing. It was over 90* and he had been running so, Lupin had been sweating enough for both of them. His skin ,what you could see of it , glistened in the sun. Lupin felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck.
"Hey sweetheart."
The voice was that of a young brown-haired woman about his age. Fujiko Mine was an attractive girl.
"Have you been working out?" She asked ,tracing his chest.
"Yeah ,why?" was reply.
"You've put on some muscle," she said kissing his cheek.
"Thanks Fujicakes," Lupin smiled.
They hadn't seen him for about a year 1/2 ,so he could have spent the time doing god knows what. But if he'd been working out it show.
"Now what do you plan to do now?" Goemon Ishikawa ,who had know "woken" from his mediation ,was a black haired samurai bandit.
The young thief's face became tight and drawn. The seriousness of his face surprised them all.
"Have any of you heard of Lighthouse Rock?" He asked.
They shook their heads.
"Lighthouse Rock isn't a real rock. It's a solid gold brooch it's set with a heart-shaped black onyx in the center and the onyx are star-shaped sapphires. It's hidden in an old Paris lighthouse. We're going to still it," he said.
"Why would you still a brooch?" Jigen asked, sourly.
Knowing Lupin as he did, the older man suspected it was to be a gift for Fujiko. He watched the Frenchman take a deep breathe from the corner of his eye.
"It belonged to my mother."
Jigen nearly swerved off the road. In all the years they'd known him, Lupin never talked about his parents. He'd mentioned his father a few times but never said anything about his mother.
"It was your mother's brooch? What happened? Why don't you have it?" Fujiko asked.
"I loved my mother more then anything. Dad never loved anyone, not even her. Their marriage was arranged so they never really loved each other. Mother told me that until I was born she was sad and lonely. Mother hired a nurse for me when I was a year. After a while Helen ,the nurse, became her best friend. Mother told me when I was young ,to save me from being forced into a loveless marriage, as she had been, that I should marry for love. She had written her will that morning. Then three days later ,on July 10, twenty-four years ago tomorrow , my mother shoot herself in the heart. I was four then and Dad didn't think I understood what happened. Helen ,like Mother , believed I was more intelligent then I let on and explained to me the situation. Mother's brooch was to come to me according to her will. It belonged to every youngest child in my mother's family," the thief said in a mournful tone.
"Why do you not have it?" Goemon asked
"Dad sold it. To him it was a reminder of Mother. It is rightfully mine and I want it back," Lupin said, eyes narrowing , hands resting on his gun.
This is my frist Lupin fic so be kind and no flames please or you will be yelled at and will have to bandege my arms agian Disclaimer: I hate this things.....*ears twitch*but ...I do not own Lupin the 3rd . Warning: Swearing and Characters getting injured Now on with show!!!
Chapter one
"Lupin! Get back here!"
"Sorry Pops! I got run!"
Arsène Lupin III was a thin, wiry black-haired young man of twenty- eight. Because of his wiry frame he was a swift runner. He could hear the police closing in as he raced down the street to a waiting car. Lupin hopped nimbly into the passenger seat and shouted to the diver," Floor it!" The driver took the hint and put the petal to the metal.
Lupin sighed with happy relief as the police and Zenigata where left in the dust. He turn ed to the driver ,who was focused on the road. He was a tall man, thinner then Lupin ,with jet-black hair and a serious frown. The upper portions of his face beyond his nose were hidden by his trademark black Fedora. Daisuke Jigen had been his best friend for almost 5 years now. Lupin didn't know his exact age but he did know the man was probably in his thirties or forties.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Lupin turned a little pink and shakes his head.
"Just wondering how you can where black in this heat?" Lupin asked, pulling off his jacket and shirt.
"I have more endurance then you Lupin," Jigen replied coldly.
"Why the bad mood?" Lupin asked.
"It's nothing," the older man snapped.
The thief snorted folding his hands behind his head and stared at the ocean they were passing. It was over 90* and he had been running so, Lupin had been sweating enough for both of them. His skin ,what you could see of it , glistened in the sun. Lupin felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck.
"Hey sweetheart."
The voice was that of a young brown-haired woman about his age. Fujiko Mine was an attractive girl.
"Have you been working out?" She asked ,tracing his chest.
"Yeah ,why?" was reply.
"You've put on some muscle," she said kissing his cheek.
"Thanks Fujicakes," Lupin smiled.
They hadn't seen him for about a year 1/2 ,so he could have spent the time doing god knows what. But if he'd been working out it show.
"Now what do you plan to do now?" Goemon Ishikawa ,who had know "woken" from his mediation ,was a black haired samurai bandit.
The young thief's face became tight and drawn. The seriousness of his face surprised them all.
"Have any of you heard of Lighthouse Rock?" He asked.
They shook their heads.
"Lighthouse Rock isn't a real rock. It's a solid gold brooch it's set with a heart-shaped black onyx in the center and the onyx are star-shaped sapphires. It's hidden in an old Paris lighthouse. We're going to still it," he said.
"Why would you still a brooch?" Jigen asked, sourly.
Knowing Lupin as he did, the older man suspected it was to be a gift for Fujiko. He watched the Frenchman take a deep breathe from the corner of his eye.
"It belonged to my mother."
Jigen nearly swerved off the road. In all the years they'd known him, Lupin never talked about his parents. He'd mentioned his father a few times but never said anything about his mother.
"It was your mother's brooch? What happened? Why don't you have it?" Fujiko asked.
"I loved my mother more then anything. Dad never loved anyone, not even her. Their marriage was arranged so they never really loved each other. Mother told me that until I was born she was sad and lonely. Mother hired a nurse for me when I was a year. After a while Helen ,the nurse, became her best friend. Mother told me when I was young ,to save me from being forced into a loveless marriage, as she had been, that I should marry for love. She had written her will that morning. Then three days later ,on July 10, twenty-four years ago tomorrow , my mother shoot herself in the heart. I was four then and Dad didn't think I understood what happened. Helen ,like Mother , believed I was more intelligent then I let on and explained to me the situation. Mother's brooch was to come to me according to her will. It belonged to every youngest child in my mother's family," the thief said in a mournful tone.
"Why do you not have it?" Goemon asked
"Dad sold it. To him it was a reminder of Mother. It is rightfully mine and I want it back," Lupin said, eyes narrowing , hands resting on his gun.