Sins Of A Resentful Heart
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to Lupin III or anything remotely noteworthy for that matter.
Author's Notes: What initially started off as an excuse for me to practise writing a more sexual fic ended up evolving into a very sad story that explores the subjects of death, abuse of power and most of all, sex and it's weaponization. Enjoy, but do bear in mind, no such thing as happy ending here.
The club was jam packed, as was to be expected for a Sunday afternoon. The rainy weather outside had set a somber mood that suited the moody blues that the band was performing. Inside, one could find a wide variety of people. Men enjoying the melodies with their loved ones, businessmen in fancy suits puffing their cigars and a couple of regulars trying to find solace in the bottom of a bottle. Amongst all those souls however, two of them stood out in particular.
The first was that of a man sitting alone at a table. His black hair was slicked back, his sideburns trimmed to perfection and his slim body covered by a green suit, a black shirt and a yellow tie. At his bottom half his gray pants were held up by a brown belt, while a pair of brown shoes completed the look. An outfit he had not picked at random. A glass of mostly consumed whiskey was in front of him and a cigarette was on his mouth. Most people around ignored him. Some gave him curious glances. And the few that recognised his face did their very best to avoid contact and pretend he wasn't there. The man himself was in bad spirits. His mannerisms betrayed a hint of nervousness and the music was reminding him of bittersweet memories that he had no intentions of recollecting any time soon. His eyes were fixed on a woman sitting at the counter.
The woman in question seemed to be in a similar state of mind. She had long brown hair and sad brown eyes, while a simple black dress was complimenting her beautiful physique. Her stoic expression made it clear to everyone that she was deep in thought, and the few men who were attracted by her enigmatic beauty and were bold enough to approach her in order to "comfort" her had all been swiftly rejected.
Lupin had done this more times than he could recall. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. That time however, the thief was hesitant. His fear was not that of rejection. On the contrary, he knew all too well that he would succeed in seducing that woman. His doubts stemmed from the inevitable aftermath of his success.
This time, his motives did not revolve around satisfying his own desires, nor did he plan on using the woman for information. Her body was the vessel with which he would enact his ultimate revenge. The final, brutal step in order to fully avenge the one he loved.
His eyes burned with hatred as he was staring a hole into her back. She had never wronged him in his life, in fact the woman was most likely not even aware of his existence. Lupin knew that. His resentment wasn't directed towards her, but the man she loved most. The man who dared steal his happiness away from him. Needless to say, that man was dead and buried. The first rule of being a thief is to never let anyone steal back from you. And that person had stolen his most valuable treasure. An act he could not ever forgive.
But his death brought no closure. It didn't ease the pain in his heart. It certainly didn't bring his Fujicakes back. On the surface Lupin did his best to hide the pain. But that was easier said than done. Especially when working with people who knew him as well as his partners did.
He convinced his friends that he needed some time off. Some time to adjust. But that was a lie. Hard as it may be to swallow, Lupin had come to terms with her death. Come tomorrow, he would move on with his life. Giving up was never an option for the heir of the Lupin name. Like it or not, he'd be forced to forget, or at least try his best to. But before he did, he would carry out one last horrible deed for his beloved's sake.
Lupin put out his cigarette and grabbed his glass with his right hand before getting up and silently moving towards the woman. The closer he came to her the more his blood boiled. She did not deserve what was about to happen. If anything she was yet another grieving soul, much like himself. But the thief didn't care who was hurt, not at that instance. He needed to do it. He needed closure. To alleviate the pain of her loss. To make him forget the guilt of not being there to save her.
Soon enough he was standing next to her. To any other man the smell of her cologne would have been intoxicating. But for Lupin it could only be described as repulsive. His logical mind was practically begging for him to stop. But his logical mind was not in control. Not at that moment. After taking a generous sip of her drink, her eyes met his for the first time.
"So," she said, taking another sip and giving Lupin a threatening glare, "are you also here to offer me a drink and ask me what's troubling me? If so, then feel free to fuck off right where you came from."
Things were going to plan. Lupin's lips struggled to form a tiny smile as he lit up another cigarette. "Sorry," he replied calmly, "but tonight's not my night, you're not the only one grieving here you know."
As expected, this caught her attention. It was quite the relief to hear a man say something other than bullshit pickup lines or fake promises of alleviating her pain in a futile attempt to earn a quick fuck. Not to mention, there seemed to be no lust in his eyes when he was looking at hers. Though she couldn't quite identify what emotion his eyes conveyed, something which only served to expand the mystery of the suited man sitting next to her. She took the bait. The poor woman had no chance from the beginning.
She pushed her hair out of her face and lit up a cigarette of her own. "You know, at first I thought you were going to make up some sad story to get me to relate to you or something. But looking at you… I don't think you're faking anything. You have a different aura to you, if that makes any sense."
Lupin didn't look at her and only signaled for the bartender to fill his drink. The storm outside was getting louder and louder. And his temper was building. The fact that the woman resembled her made things even worse. He was aware that he soon wouldn't be able to back away. He wanted to abort this plan, he knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself afterwards. But his mind was set, and he was willing to live with the consequences if it meant he would have fully avenged her in his heart.
"Who did you lose?" she asked, not able to bear the silence between them any longer.
He took a sip from his drink and finally looked at her, pain evident in his eyes. "Someone important," is all he managed to say without tears threatening to appear. He despised being so vulnerable. So weak. Dammed Fujiko was giving him a hard time even after her death. "What about you? Lost someone as well?"
She looked down at her feet and took a drag out of her cigarette. "Yeah, you could say that… guess we've both been dealt a poor hand lately huh?"
Lupin didn't respond, he simply nodded in agreement. He wished she'd get up and leave, that something he had not anticipated would happen which would ruin his plans. 'Funny,' he thought, 'Can't remember the last time I was hoping for Zenigata to barge in and arrest me.'
But fate wasn't working against him and the woman finally asked him: "So, what's your name?"
"Lupin the Third," he replied, almost as if to remind himself that this miserable thing he had become as of late was indeed still the infamous master thief. The revelation seemed to snap her out of her stagnated state and her eyes went wide.
"Lupin the Third? You mean to tell me you're that guy who steals anything he sets out to and who has a warrant for him in every single country on the planet?"
"Technically there's no warrant for me in Bwanda," he replied calm as ever, offering her his first smile of the evening.
Although shocked, the woman did not attempt to flee, nor did she show any signs of fear. On the contrary, he now had her full attention, much to his disappointment.
"So," she said with a playful tone while moving closer to him "Do you usually tell everyone you meet that you're the most wanted man on earth? Or is it the weather?"
"Not everyone," he replied, trying his best to use the same tone.
She put out her cigarette and smiled at him. "You do know that I can just yell your name and have every cop in town on your ass right?"
"You could do that, but it'd be a shame to waste valuable police resources. Plus, I have a feeling that's not what you wanna do."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "And why is that?"
"Because you would have done it already," he replied, winking at her.
She let out a quiet laugh. Lupin thought she sounded lovely when she laughed. 'Poor woman. Why did it have to be her?'
"You're quite perceptive," she said, resting her chin on her hand. "I heard you usually go around with some gang of yours. Are they here too?"
Lupin laughed and took another drag of his cigarette. He'd been smoking almost as much as Jigen lately. "Oh no! Trust me, if they were here you would have noticed them. They're not exactly easy to miss."
She laughed once again. It was hopelessly easy to understand her, to predict her moves. There had only ever been one woman unpredictable enough to give him a hard time after all.
"So what are you doing in this little bar all alone? I mean don't get me wrong it's a neat place and all, but I figured you could afford something more… grandiose."
"And be forced to look at old geezers who have more cash then they know what to do with? No thanks!"
She leaned into him, her lips now dangerously close to his own. "They sound like easy targets. But then again you are Lupin the Third. You must be after something in particular. Is that why you approached me? Do I have something that you desire?"
"I'm not after anything. I came here for the music. I simply saw you standing there and thought you might want to talk to someone who might understand the situation you're in."
His words surprised her. For a thief, the guy was being awfully honest, more than anyone else who had approached her that night, that was for sure. Yet her mind couldn't grasp how a guy like him could be feeling as lonely as her.
"That someone you mentioned losing, it's a she isn't it?"
She was entering dangerous territory, but the thief knew the subject had to be brought up sooner or later. He put out his cigarette and looked away from her. His silence was a sufficient answer for her.
"I lost the man I loved too," she said on the verge of tears. "I know this isn't any consolation for you, but I know how you feel."
Lupin wanted to tell her exactly what he thought of the man she had lost. Tell her what he had done. Give her the excruciating details of how he killed him. Instead he settled for: "I'm sorry for not being able to provide any consolation either."
Now if things had gone to plan, they had reached a point where if she said the words, there was no going back. He prayed to anyone who might listen that she would leave. That she would save him from abusing his power the way he was planning to.
"You know this is the first time in a long time that anyone's made me laugh. I just… I don't want to spend another night drinking in a futile attempt to forget. I'm sure someone like you has better things to do, but why not share a drink with me for the night?"
On the outside Lupin smiled and took her hand in his own to lead her to his table. But inside, the last shred of hope he had left had died. He figured he should have been happy. But instead he felt sick to his stomach.
The two of them spent the evening enjoying some jazz and talking about insignificant things. She would speak to him about her life, the people she associated with, her favorite movies or what music she enjoyed most. Lupin just sat there and listened to her, trying his best to ignore her. It would be easier to imagine her as nothing more than a tool for his revenge. Yet that was becoming increasingly difficult as she opened up to him. Told him things he never should have known. Smiled at him the way she should have been smiling at the man she loved.
On his half, he shared stories of his countless adventures that proved more than enough to captivate her. Her face was priceless as she was imagining all the wild scenarios from Lupin's life, picturing events beyond her wildest imagination.
The two of them had drunk a considerable amount of alcohol. Both of them were more than capable of holding their liquor, but then again they weren't immune to the effects of it either.
The night had fallen down upon them, the storm was refusing to let up and more and more people were leaving the joint, while the band had chosen to perform a more sensual repertoire, to suit the whims of the couples still in the bar. It must have been the combination of the atmosphere and the liquor that caused her to ask the dreaded question.
"What was she like?" she asked out of the blue, as she put out what would be the last cigarette she smoked for the night. "The woman you lost… What was she like? I know you probably don't wanna talk about it but, I figured she must have been quite exceptional for someone like you to take notice of her."
The anger that Lupin had been carrying within him had dissipated throughout the course of the night. Instead, like most nights, it was replaced with sadness. Remorse. He couldn't even find solace in dreams, since he couldn't have any. Normally he would refuse to discuss anything regarding her. Yet he figured the woman deserved to know. After all, unbeknownst to her, they would be discussing the very thing that forced their destinies to collide.
He took a generous sip of his drink and averted his gaze away from hers. How does one even begin to describe a woman like Fujiko Mine? He figured he'd try his best to be truthful, both to the woman next to him and to himself.
"She was beautiful, but her beauty was nothing more than a weapon of mass destruction that could seduce any man at any time. She was greedy beyond reason. Egotistic down to her very core. Not to mention she betrayed me at least a few hundred times."
Her jaw went wide open. To say the woman was shocked would be an understatement.
"I mean, it's really none of my business but she just sounds… awful! Like… just a horrible person to be with."
"Yeah," he sighed, drinking the last of his whiskey. "She was the worst. But God knows she was the woman of my life…" He moved closer to her in an attempt to slightly intimidate her. "But then again, how much better do you think I am? I'm a crook, I lie, I steal, I manipulate people. And needless to say I have done my fair share of killing."
Unfortunately, the woman wasn't intimidated in the slightest by his words. Instead she came even closer, her body now mere inches away from his, her brown eyes staring deep into his own. It was the beginning of the end.
"Many men do bad deeds, Lupin. It's just that few of them are honest enough to admit to them. What makes you think I'm a good woman either? You're not the first bad person I've shared a drink with."
Lupin raised his eyebrow. It was time to strike. "Is that why you're here with me? Do I remind you of him? Was he wicked as well?"
She grabbed his hand and held it tight as tears started to drop.
"I just… don't want to be alone. Not tonight."
The seal had been broken. His sin was now inevitable. His slim fingers caressed her chin as his lips came into contact with hers. She all but melted in his embrace, her arms soon wrapping around him. Her lips tasted like a mixture of alcohol and tobacco, a taste he was all too well accustomed to. It didn't take long before their tongues started exploring each other.
They had no idea for how long they stayed like this. It was probably several minutes. Their kiss was finally broken by the woman, as she hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear.
"Steal me tonight."
He hugged her back. More so as to apologize for what was to come. The plan had succeeded. His vengeance was drawing near. All he needed to do was spend another night in the arms of a woman he didn't love.
Without a sound he got up and offered her his hand. She took it without second thought as the two of them exited the now almost empty bar and were met with the hostile weather outside. Neither of them had brought an umbrella. But they didn't care. They didn't plan on staying inside their clothes for much longer anyways.
They ran towards Lupin's car and swiftly got inside, both of them drenched from head to toe. Without a word Lupin started the car and drove back to his hotel.
The car ride went by without either of them speaking. Lupin couldn't help but wonder what the woman was feeling. Was it excitement? Arousal? Fear? Guilt? Or maybe all of the above? Her silence was too hard to read.
On his part, the thief was on the verge of throwing up. It would be the first time he had any sex since she died. He wished he could have sworn he would never go with another woman, but he knew that was an oath he wouldn't be able to keep. His sinful nature would follow him to the grave, just like it did his lover.
It only took a few minutes for them to arrive at the hotel. They made yet another run, this time from the car to the lobby. To no one's surprise, he had booked one of the most extravagant rooms of the hotel under one of his many false aliases.
They entered the room and were met with a stunning view of the city below and all her lights that tried their best to turn the night to day.
The woman didn't care for such things however. Her false hopes of combating loneliness leading her to carnal sin.
Her desire now burning, she immediately took off her heels and launched at the thief, showering him with kisses. A favor he soon returned.
Unable to contain her desire any longer, she led him to the bedroom and wasted no time undressing him, one article of clothing at a time. Things were much simpler on his end. His trained fingers made light work of her dress and bra while she was done with his upper half and moved on to his belt buckle.
Her figure was slim and curvy and in his state Lupin couldn't help but admire it. Her breasts were relatively small, but round in shape and very appealing. Lupin's experienced fingers instinctively cupped them and he began rubbing her nipples, eliciting silent sounds of approval.
It didn't take long for her to get rid of all the clothes once covering his bottom half, while he took care of her panties. Their forms were completely bare, and the two of them laid down in bed, exploring each other's bodies.
As he lay on top of her and started kissing her lower and lower, he came to the realization that he had never come closer to acting like Fujiko. Seducing people for his own benefit. Weaponizing sex. At least Fujiko never used pretenses such as revenge.
As his tongue was now thoroughly exploring her nether lips he wondered why he was really doing this. Was he really avenging Fujiko in any way? Or was he just looking for an excuse to hurt someone to alleviate his own pain.
The woman was in ecstasy, her legs wrapped around his back and her hands gently guiding him by his hair. The man had clearly done this many times. His tongue was expertly maneuvering around her insides while his thumb was rubbing her clitoris. Her abdominal region was on fire.
"I need you inside of me… please," she managed to say in between her panting.
Not one to deny a woman's request, Lupin crawled on top of her, with his shaft resting on her soft belly. He could no longer keep his bodily desire in check either, and he cursed himself for it.
He extended his arm to reach his tossed aside pants in order to pull out a condom but the woman stopped him.
"There's… there's no need. I have an implant. Just… just fuck me."
He positioned himself and slowly entered the tip inside of her, causing both of them to grunt. Lupin then slowly started inserting his penis, so that she may get accustomed to his shape.
"Fuck, you're big," she moaned, her mind completely empty, trying it's best to control the euphoria. She felt in heaven as the foreign object was being thrust deep inside of her, punching all the right spots of her inner walls.
Lupin felt that he might pass out at any moment. This was what he wanted. What he had planned for. To torture that bastard even after his death. To humiliate him. To make sure his woman doesn't think of him anymore when she's laying down at night. But he felt no satisfaction from that thought any more. It dawned on him that the sex was only hurting him even more. It was hurting an innocent woman that did nothing bad, other than fall in love with the wrong person.
His hips swung progressively faster, and soon enough he was forcing his entire length inside her walls. Minutes went by and her cries of joy got louder and louder. The woman had wrapped her legs around his waist and was clawing his back. Her moans, which would otherwise serve to further arouse the thief, were nothing but reminders of the pain he would cause her. In his mind, he was torturing her.
After several minutes passed, Lupin finally felt ready to erupt and end this ungodly bodily union of theirs. "I'm really close," he said, barely able to form any words.
"Do it!" she all but screamed. "Cum inside of me!"
One final powerful thrust was enough. She instinctively used her legs to push him all the way inside and they both yelled as they exchanged bodily fluids.
He pulled out of her and immediately collapsed next to her. Their heavy breaths being the only sounds in the room. After their heart beats dropped, he felt something lay on top of him and a head rest peacefully atop his chest.
"Promise me that you'll be here when I wake up. Please."
Lupin stayed silent for a while, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling. Despite the warm body against his, he had never felt as cold in his entire life.
He had pimped out his body for the sake of hurting someone who wasn't even alive. Toyed with the fragile soul of the woman next to him as if she was some cheap slut.
But worst of all, there was no retribution. No closure. The pain in his heart was still there. If anything he was even more resentful than he was before.
This time however, the resentment was directed towards himself. This was never a matter of revenge to begin with. Just a broken man abusing his power, trying his best to spread his misery to those who don't deserve it.
His heart would never heal. Her death would haunt him for the rest of his days, as would his actions that day.
"I promise."
He couldn't know if Fujiko was bearing witness to his sins. Nor could he know her posthumous fate. But looking at the sleeping form of the woman he had just lied to, he knew:
For sure, this was hell.