~*~
Fifteen minutes before she was supposed to meet with her two students,
some punk in a purple suit pulled out a machine gun and sprayed the
windows with his ammunition. People screamed and scattered, running
for the exits until more purple suited punks ripped off their trench coats
and let loose some of their ammo. They all shouted for everyone to keep
calm, and start handing their valuables to them, or else. Some of them also
started to herd people up the escalators—something Fujiko gladded stepped onto.
She noticed right away the thug at the top of the escalator was too involved
in getting loot from scared costumers than he was paying attention to his gun.
As soon as she got to the top of the escalator and within arm's length, she
reached out and chopped him on the side of the neck. He crumpled like a
dry leaf, and she ducked down with his body, grabbing the machine gun and
firing it at the nearest punk. This drew the attention of another punk, at the
bottom of the escalator. She turned in barely enough time to see he'd fired
at her. As she ducked down behind the turnstile, she fired until she would hit
the metal. When no more bullets came flying her way, she peeked down the
down escalator, to find that she had hit him. She stood up, and fired at the ceiling.
"All right people! This is your chance to get the hell out of here!" She shouted,
and waved people towards the door. "I want everyone but a certain red
jacketed man to leave this mall immediately!" She caught a brief glimpse of
someone with black hair and a red jacket leaving through the doors below her.
She jumped onto the escalator and ran down it, only to find John and Jane at the bottom.
"Ma'am, I think it's time we left." John said. Fujiko whipped her head around,
looking for Lupin, but she didn't see anything. With a sigh she went and leaned
against a wall, machine gun still in her hand.
"Uh. . . ma'am?" Jane asked. "Do you really know Lupin?" Fujiko's eyes flew
open, only to have her right eye twitch.
"What makes you think that?" She asked.
"We saw you." They both replied. Fujiko sighed in defeat and tossed the tommy
gun in the trashcan.
"Maybe I do. Maybe you were mistaken." She started to walk out the nearest exit
when they caught up with her. No one said a thing on the way home.
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They pulled up into the drive when John cleared his throat, as if he had something to say.
"We would like to say that, though we've enjoyed your lessons, you will no longer be
needed in our. . . education." He said.
"Uh, yeah." Jane added. "It was too scary to day, anyway. Sorry."
Fujiko decided to NOT let her immense relief be shown as she packed and left.
A warm bubble bath was drawn in her hotel room later that same night. Fujiko had
checked herself into the nicest hotel she could find in the area, but only planned to
stay for one night. The tub was huge, and she was impressed with the hotel staff.
They'd provided her with enough bubble bath solution to make enough bubbles to get
lost in. She had lit candles she'd bought, and dimmed the lights. Then she slipped into
the water for a long, well-needed rest.
Ten minutes later, someone knocked on her door. Her bathroom door. Alerted, she
sat up, and watched as the door opened. She slid her arm out of the tub and next to
her robe, where she had hidden a gun. When a figure appeared in the door, she held up
the gun and cocked it.
"Okay, pal, what kind of perv walks in on me taking a bath?" She growled. The figure
took a step forward, and the light revealed Lupin, with his hands in this pockets. With yet
another loud sigh, Fujiko put her gun down and shook her head. "You rat. What are
you doing here?" He just chuckled and winked at her. She was not discouraged. "Well,
get out of here! I'm not gonna just let you see me naked. Go!" She shooed him away,
and he stepped out. Quickly she donned her robe, not wanting to let him loose too long
in her room. Who knew what he'd take.
As she stepped out the bathroom door, she felt a cold hand clamp around her mouth.
Immediately her hand flew up to pry the hand off, but another hand twisted itself in her hair,
gripping her head. He held it back tightly, hurting her. Her muffled cries did nothing to
help her. Her hands pulled at his, but he was so strangely strong. All she heard was his chuckling.
'Is this it?' She thought, panicked. He was pushing her towards the bed. 'He's finally
lost it! Have I really teased this man too—what?' Confusion set in as he kept pushing
her past the bed, to the sliding door to her balcony. Then it occurred to her what was
going to happen—she was seven flights up, and he was going to push her over. Her
struggle renewed, especially since he had to let go of her hair to open the door. But
he gripped her face so tightly she soon found it hard to breath. Once he had the door
open, he grabbed her hair again, and forced her to the balcony railing. He had pushed
her against it, but she grabbed and fought.
"Ararara!" A voice sang out. Fujiko's confusion got worse. Lupin was trying to force
her over the railing, but he standing on her left. Why was the voice she just heard come
from the right? There was nothing over there but air! In this moment of thought, she
lost her fight and was pushed to be leaning over the railing. It would just take one more
push to tilt her over. Then she heard the sound of a silenced gun, a sound she knew well.
It was followed by a series of loud pops and hisses, and whoever was holding her gave up.
His hands were still over her mouth, and still tangled in her hair. "Ara, here, let me help."
Lupin's voice said again. She heard someone step onto the railing. She moved her mouth
away from the hand.
"What—ow!" She shouted as Lupin pulled the hand out of her hair. "Is going on?" She
whipped around, to see a green jacketed Lupin standing there, hands up as if innocent.
Her eyes narrowed at him, and he pointed to her left. Giving him a skeptical look, she
turned her head. "What is that!" She shrieked.
Stand to her left, hands still poised as though he held Fujiko, was another Lupin. Except
this one was missing half its head and it wasn't blood showing through. It was like looking
into a computer. That was where the sparking noises were coming from.
"Good thing I got here when I did, huh, Fujiko-chan?" Lupin laughed, and walked over
to his counter part. He hoisted it up by the waist, though it looked more difficult than he'd
expected. Grunting, he pulled it into the room, a dazed Fujiko following him. She didn't
even realize she'd closed the door. "Where do you want it?" He asked. That snapped her
out of it.
"Oh, put it in the closet! Somewhere! Just put it out of sight!" She sat down on the bed
and rubbed her head. A very unpleasant event had almost happened. She was lost in the
thought of this when she felt him sit on the other side of the bed. She jumped up and
backed away.
"What?" He asked, loosening his tie.
"How do I know you're not a robot, too?" She asked skeptically. He sighed.
"Well, for one thing, I'm talking." That didn't seem to do much for her. So he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a Swiss Army knife. He flipped out a blade, and sliced
his finger. Sure enough, it welled up with blood, and Fujiko felt relieved. "Is that better?"
"Yes, but go put a band-aid on that thing before you bleed on something." She flopped
onto the bed on her stomach. "It's gonna be bad enough for the hotel staff finding a
robot in my closet. I don't want to add blood to their suspicions." He stood up, and soon
she heard him rummaging in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back and stuck
his bandaged finger in her face.
"Is that better?" He chuckled. She pushed his finger from her face. He sat down on the
bed, stretching out and not taking off his shoes. While she rested, he lit up a cigarette.
When he had it almost done, she sighed loudly.
"Are you still here?" She complained. He chuckled just a little. "You saved my life,
what else do you want? I suppose you know my little teaching sham is over now, thanks
to those goons. And I didn't get much," she lied to him, "so go find your own cash cow."
"Well," he said, stressing the Ls, "I can think of another way to repay me." She felt his
hand scuttle along the curve of her back. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, while
pulling herself up on her elbows.
"You didn't come here to save me." She accused him, eyes narrowed. "You just came
to see if you could get some! How pathetic, how rude, and how—" Her protests were
silenced by his kiss, as he held her chin. Inwardly she sighed, for it seemed her knew her
weakness—a soft touch upon her face. Deciding that there could be worse fates, she ran
her hand up his chest, and took out his Walther, placing it on the bed stand.
Fifteen minutes before she was supposed to meet with her two students,
some punk in a purple suit pulled out a machine gun and sprayed the
windows with his ammunition. People screamed and scattered, running
for the exits until more purple suited punks ripped off their trench coats
and let loose some of their ammo. They all shouted for everyone to keep
calm, and start handing their valuables to them, or else. Some of them also
started to herd people up the escalators—something Fujiko gladded stepped onto.
She noticed right away the thug at the top of the escalator was too involved
in getting loot from scared costumers than he was paying attention to his gun.
As soon as she got to the top of the escalator and within arm's length, she
reached out and chopped him on the side of the neck. He crumpled like a
dry leaf, and she ducked down with his body, grabbing the machine gun and
firing it at the nearest punk. This drew the attention of another punk, at the
bottom of the escalator. She turned in barely enough time to see he'd fired
at her. As she ducked down behind the turnstile, she fired until she would hit
the metal. When no more bullets came flying her way, she peeked down the
down escalator, to find that she had hit him. She stood up, and fired at the ceiling.
"All right people! This is your chance to get the hell out of here!" She shouted,
and waved people towards the door. "I want everyone but a certain red
jacketed man to leave this mall immediately!" She caught a brief glimpse of
someone with black hair and a red jacket leaving through the doors below her.
She jumped onto the escalator and ran down it, only to find John and Jane at the bottom.
"Ma'am, I think it's time we left." John said. Fujiko whipped her head around,
looking for Lupin, but she didn't see anything. With a sigh she went and leaned
against a wall, machine gun still in her hand.
"Uh. . . ma'am?" Jane asked. "Do you really know Lupin?" Fujiko's eyes flew
open, only to have her right eye twitch.
"What makes you think that?" She asked.
"We saw you." They both replied. Fujiko sighed in defeat and tossed the tommy
gun in the trashcan.
"Maybe I do. Maybe you were mistaken." She started to walk out the nearest exit
when they caught up with her. No one said a thing on the way home.
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They pulled up into the drive when John cleared his throat, as if he had something to say.
"We would like to say that, though we've enjoyed your lessons, you will no longer be
needed in our. . . education." He said.
"Uh, yeah." Jane added. "It was too scary to day, anyway. Sorry."
Fujiko decided to NOT let her immense relief be shown as she packed and left.
A warm bubble bath was drawn in her hotel room later that same night. Fujiko had
checked herself into the nicest hotel she could find in the area, but only planned to
stay for one night. The tub was huge, and she was impressed with the hotel staff.
They'd provided her with enough bubble bath solution to make enough bubbles to get
lost in. She had lit candles she'd bought, and dimmed the lights. Then she slipped into
the water for a long, well-needed rest.
Ten minutes later, someone knocked on her door. Her bathroom door. Alerted, she
sat up, and watched as the door opened. She slid her arm out of the tub and next to
her robe, where she had hidden a gun. When a figure appeared in the door, she held up
the gun and cocked it.
"Okay, pal, what kind of perv walks in on me taking a bath?" She growled. The figure
took a step forward, and the light revealed Lupin, with his hands in this pockets. With yet
another loud sigh, Fujiko put her gun down and shook her head. "You rat. What are
you doing here?" He just chuckled and winked at her. She was not discouraged. "Well,
get out of here! I'm not gonna just let you see me naked. Go!" She shooed him away,
and he stepped out. Quickly she donned her robe, not wanting to let him loose too long
in her room. Who knew what he'd take.
As she stepped out the bathroom door, she felt a cold hand clamp around her mouth.
Immediately her hand flew up to pry the hand off, but another hand twisted itself in her hair,
gripping her head. He held it back tightly, hurting her. Her muffled cries did nothing to
help her. Her hands pulled at his, but he was so strangely strong. All she heard was his chuckling.
'Is this it?' She thought, panicked. He was pushing her towards the bed. 'He's finally
lost it! Have I really teased this man too—what?' Confusion set in as he kept pushing
her past the bed, to the sliding door to her balcony. Then it occurred to her what was
going to happen—she was seven flights up, and he was going to push her over. Her
struggle renewed, especially since he had to let go of her hair to open the door. But
he gripped her face so tightly she soon found it hard to breath. Once he had the door
open, he grabbed her hair again, and forced her to the balcony railing. He had pushed
her against it, but she grabbed and fought.
"Ararara!" A voice sang out. Fujiko's confusion got worse. Lupin was trying to force
her over the railing, but he standing on her left. Why was the voice she just heard come
from the right? There was nothing over there but air! In this moment of thought, she
lost her fight and was pushed to be leaning over the railing. It would just take one more
push to tilt her over. Then she heard the sound of a silenced gun, a sound she knew well.
It was followed by a series of loud pops and hisses, and whoever was holding her gave up.
His hands were still over her mouth, and still tangled in her hair. "Ara, here, let me help."
Lupin's voice said again. She heard someone step onto the railing. She moved her mouth
away from the hand.
"What—ow!" She shouted as Lupin pulled the hand out of her hair. "Is going on?" She
whipped around, to see a green jacketed Lupin standing there, hands up as if innocent.
Her eyes narrowed at him, and he pointed to her left. Giving him a skeptical look, she
turned her head. "What is that!" She shrieked.
Stand to her left, hands still poised as though he held Fujiko, was another Lupin. Except
this one was missing half its head and it wasn't blood showing through. It was like looking
into a computer. That was where the sparking noises were coming from.
"Good thing I got here when I did, huh, Fujiko-chan?" Lupin laughed, and walked over
to his counter part. He hoisted it up by the waist, though it looked more difficult than he'd
expected. Grunting, he pulled it into the room, a dazed Fujiko following him. She didn't
even realize she'd closed the door. "Where do you want it?" He asked. That snapped her
out of it.
"Oh, put it in the closet! Somewhere! Just put it out of sight!" She sat down on the bed
and rubbed her head. A very unpleasant event had almost happened. She was lost in the
thought of this when she felt him sit on the other side of the bed. She jumped up and
backed away.
"What?" He asked, loosening his tie.
"How do I know you're not a robot, too?" She asked skeptically. He sighed.
"Well, for one thing, I'm talking." That didn't seem to do much for her. So he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a Swiss Army knife. He flipped out a blade, and sliced
his finger. Sure enough, it welled up with blood, and Fujiko felt relieved. "Is that better?"
"Yes, but go put a band-aid on that thing before you bleed on something." She flopped
onto the bed on her stomach. "It's gonna be bad enough for the hotel staff finding a
robot in my closet. I don't want to add blood to their suspicions." He stood up, and soon
she heard him rummaging in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back and stuck
his bandaged finger in her face.
"Is that better?" He chuckled. She pushed his finger from her face. He sat down on the
bed, stretching out and not taking off his shoes. While she rested, he lit up a cigarette.
When he had it almost done, she sighed loudly.
"Are you still here?" She complained. He chuckled just a little. "You saved my life,
what else do you want? I suppose you know my little teaching sham is over now, thanks
to those goons. And I didn't get much," she lied to him, "so go find your own cash cow."
"Well," he said, stressing the Ls, "I can think of another way to repay me." She felt his
hand scuttle along the curve of her back. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, while
pulling herself up on her elbows.
"You didn't come here to save me." She accused him, eyes narrowed. "You just came
to see if you could get some! How pathetic, how rude, and how—" Her protests were
silenced by his kiss, as he held her chin. Inwardly she sighed, for it seemed her knew her
weakness—a soft touch upon her face. Deciding that there could be worse fates, she ran
her hand up his chest, and took out his Walther, placing it on the bed stand.