He was always the first one up, even before Goemon. It was just a habit of his that never went away. Looking at the clock beside him, he groaned at the numbers flashing 6:30. Jigen slipped out of the covers of his bed and look around. Nothing had been moved or touched, stretching he let out a yawn and walked to the terrace attached to his room. It was warm out; exactly why they came here to New York. During the summer it was pleasant, more things to do and places to steal from. He loved this city.
Pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pajama pocket, he lit it and took a drag. Stepping out into the warm morning he felt content and savored the feeling. It was hard to find a moment to himself with the group he lived with. Not that he minded much, but it was nice to be able to think and much less hear himself at the same time. Exhaling the toxic smoke he looked around. They had bought a nice house, each room with a terrace and a nice view from each angle, and right smack dab in the middle of Manhattan. It was quaint and elegant at the same time. The way he liked it.
There hadn't been much to do for the last week or so. There was nothing of importance being showed on display or anything of great value or interest; so they decided to relax and enjoy not being on the run all the time. Taking a final drag, he exhaled and threw the rest of the cigarette down into the ground below him. Watching it fall, he noticed something. Right below him on the ground covered in what suspiciously looked like blood was a young woman looking very much like Fujiko.
Jigen felt his blood run cold. Sure he had his issues with her, and at times despised her for her actions, but no one, absolutely no one had the right to have that happened. Breathing deeply he quickly walked out of his room and down the stairs and out the door. Turning around the corner to where the alley was, he stopped dead at the sight in front of him. It was Fujiko. Her hair was matted with what looked her blood and her body was covered in bruises that were being exposed from the lack of clothing; he was sure that were more under what little clothes she had left on. Shakily he kneeled down next to her and pressed two fingers to her neck. Holding his breath for a few seconds, he let it out when he felt a pulse; it was slow but there.
He lifted her up, slowly and cautiously. Looking at her, he had never seen someone look so broken and he took pity on her. Walking briskly to the house he slammed the door shut, eliciting a bark of shock from the occupant on the couch in the living room.
"Lupin!"
Lupin shook his head wearily, but soon came to attention when hearing the tone of his friend. Walking to the doorway he stopped short and let out a gasp and averted his eyes. Quickly covering his mouth to stifle any other sounds, he slowly looked up and felt nauseous. She had been destroyed, everything about her looked dead, slowly he felt it. The anger, the sadness, the guilt, he wanted to kill something, he wanted to find the person that did this to her, he wanted justice.
Sensing his boss's thoughts he quickly informed him, "She's not dead, she's been violated. She needs medical attention quickly, I don't know the extent of the damage, but there's a lot of blood out there."
Hearing the words being spoken from his friend, he immediately willed himself to calm down. Nodding his head Lupin grabbed his cell phone and led Jigen to the car. Opening the back door for him, Fujiko let out a small moan of agony causing both men to look at her with pain. With a heavy face Jigen slid in and held onto her tightly, trying not cause her anymore pain.
Lupin gripped the steering wheel with extreme force as he drove swiftly to the hospital. The anger that he had forced himself to control was slowly coming back to the surface and he wasn't sure what to do with it. She had been raped. Raped. What an ugly word, just the idea of the word made him feel sick. God knows she wasn't innocent, but right there and right now, she looked so helpless that you would have thought that she was. The thought of it made his anger skyrocket and steadily pressed down on the gas even harder. He knew that this situation was out of his hands. He knew that, despite the technology he was very well versed in, he could not do this one alone. He knew that he would have to call the police. And that made everything so much more difficult.