Disclaimer As always, I do not own any of the Lupin gang.

Goemon sat outside the window, silent and still he listened to the pair talking. "Fuj, why would you do that?"

"Oh, Lupin, don't ask me why."

"But I want to know. What did Jigen and Marylin ever do to you?"

"I don't know. I just hate them."

Lupin shook his head. "You know Fuj, I just don't understand how someone so beautiful can be so hateful. I loved you so much, for so long and now I see it."

"See what?" asked Fujiko timidly.

"You're evil." Fujiko's mouth dropped. "You'd sell your own flesh and blood for a buck."

Lupin's hand strayed to the holster inside his jacket. His eyes were glazed over and they were wet.

"What are you doing? Lupin?"

"Turn around Fujiko, I don't want you to see this."

"Lupin, please-"

He cut her off. "Turn around! Now!"

Trembling, Fujiko turned around an dclasped her hands in front of herself.

"Please don't hurt me, Lupin."

A small, cynical smile spread across Lupin's face. "That's my Fujiko, selfless to the end." Lupin pulled the Walther P-38 out of its leather casing. "Goodbye Fujiko."

The tears were streaming down Fujiko's face. Just as the gun discharged, she heard a familiar sound. The sound of metal slicing through metal. She whirled around, amazed that she wasn't dead, just in time to see Goemon hit a blank-faced Lupin on the head with the butt of his zantetsuken.

"Goemon, you , you saved me, but wh-"

No I did not Fujiko, I saved Lupin, he was aiming at himself, not you." He picked up the crumpled body of his friend and started out the door.

"Goemon! Wait!"

"Yes, Fujiko, what is it?" asked the samauri, rather impatiently.

Fujiko opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Goemon turned and continued on his way to Lupin's Alpha Romero parked out front of the building.