Author's Note:
To answer animefreak5483, no Lupin is not going to die. I wouldn't do that! Come on. Anywho, this is the tricky chapter. I start to write in Zenigata's role in all this. I'm kinda making this up as I go along.
And now,
Chapter 4: "Never more! BRAAWWWK!"
Zenigata wiped the sweat off of his brow. Today was going to be a hot one, no questions asked. He mumbled something about Lupin suspended over a giant blender and sat down at his desk.
"Damn Lupin," he muttered. "If it wasn't for him, I'd be retired by now." Zenigata's mind drifted off as he imagined himself on a southern Floridian beach. He sighed and took a sip of his lemonade, only to find it thicker and darker than it should be.
"Blech!" Zenigata spat out the ink from his pen.
The old inspector laid his head on his fist. When will it end, this insane game of cat and mouse?
---"Lupin's been in his room for three days straight," Fujiko said. "He hasn't even eaten."
"Do you blame him?" Jigen decided to play the devil's advocate. "I mean, if I was going to die soon, I'd wand some time to come to terms with it myself, you know?"
"Yes, but if Lupin doesn't eat soon, he'll die even sooner than expected." Fujiko argued.
"She does have a point," Goemon interjected.
In his room, Lupin had been crying, though he'd never tell anyone. If people thought he was getting soft, they'd walk all over him.
There was a knock on his door. Fujiko was determined, he'd give her that..
"What?" Lupin snapped.
Fujiko decided to disguise her voice to -hopefully- get a laugh out of him.
(Author's interruption: imagine Fujiko imitating an annoying Brooklyn woman.)
"Room soivece," Fujiko squawked. "Are ya decent, sweethaht?"
"Enter," was Lupin's only response.
The lights were dimmed, the blinds on the window were taped shut, and on the bed sat Lupin, huddled up in the confusion of blankets. His eyes were red and his eyelids drooped. He just stared at her, his eyes paralyzed in one spot. Suddenly, Fujiko felt as though she was entering a scene from Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven".
Fujiko was about to say something, but Lupin spoke first.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
Fujiko gulped and backed away slowly out of the door.
"I think he's having a breakdown," Fujiko said between frightened shivers. It wasn't Lupin's adopted Goth appearance, but Fujiko's fear that he may actually be becoming mentally unstable.
The thought of losing Lupin made them all sad. Fujiko had actually cried in bed.
Lupin had been there since the beginning. If he were gone, Fujiko couldn't live with it.
Then something burned in Fujiko's heart. Lupin might be slipping, but he wasn't going to pout for six-to-eight months.
"No," Fujiko growled.
She slammed the door open. Lupin jumped in fright, drawing the covers over his eyes.
"Look," Fujiko said, yanking Lupin by his wrists so she was eye-level with him. "You can feel bad. I can understand that. But no way in hell are you going to sit here and mope for the next eight months! Now get up!"
Lupin shot off the bed and stood straight on the floor. He was buck naked. Fujiko's eyes widened and she looked away. "Now get dressed," she said, peeking once.
Lupin was fully dressed and ready to get out of the dark room. Fujiko opened his door.
"So," Jigen said. "How'd it go?"
"He'll be fine," Fujiko said.
Lupin walked out of the room.
"Now let's all go and get something to eat," Fujiko said cheerfully,
"Do what she says," Lupin hissed nervously.
To answer animefreak5483, no Lupin is not going to die. I wouldn't do that! Come on. Anywho, this is the tricky chapter. I start to write in Zenigata's role in all this. I'm kinda making this up as I go along.
And now,
Chapter 4: "Never more! BRAAWWWK!"
Zenigata wiped the sweat off of his brow. Today was going to be a hot one, no questions asked. He mumbled something about Lupin suspended over a giant blender and sat down at his desk.
"Damn Lupin," he muttered. "If it wasn't for him, I'd be retired by now." Zenigata's mind drifted off as he imagined himself on a southern Floridian beach. He sighed and took a sip of his lemonade, only to find it thicker and darker than it should be.
"Blech!" Zenigata spat out the ink from his pen.
The old inspector laid his head on his fist. When will it end, this insane game of cat and mouse?
---"Lupin's been in his room for three days straight," Fujiko said. "He hasn't even eaten."
"Do you blame him?" Jigen decided to play the devil's advocate. "I mean, if I was going to die soon, I'd wand some time to come to terms with it myself, you know?"
"Yes, but if Lupin doesn't eat soon, he'll die even sooner than expected." Fujiko argued.
"She does have a point," Goemon interjected.
In his room, Lupin had been crying, though he'd never tell anyone. If people thought he was getting soft, they'd walk all over him.
There was a knock on his door. Fujiko was determined, he'd give her that..
"What?" Lupin snapped.
Fujiko decided to disguise her voice to -hopefully- get a laugh out of him.
(Author's interruption: imagine Fujiko imitating an annoying Brooklyn woman.)
"Room soivece," Fujiko squawked. "Are ya decent, sweethaht?"
"Enter," was Lupin's only response.
The lights were dimmed, the blinds on the window were taped shut, and on the bed sat Lupin, huddled up in the confusion of blankets. His eyes were red and his eyelids drooped. He just stared at her, his eyes paralyzed in one spot. Suddenly, Fujiko felt as though she was entering a scene from Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven".
Fujiko was about to say something, but Lupin spoke first.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
Fujiko gulped and backed away slowly out of the door.
"I think he's having a breakdown," Fujiko said between frightened shivers. It wasn't Lupin's adopted Goth appearance, but Fujiko's fear that he may actually be becoming mentally unstable.
The thought of losing Lupin made them all sad. Fujiko had actually cried in bed.
Lupin had been there since the beginning. If he were gone, Fujiko couldn't live with it.
Then something burned in Fujiko's heart. Lupin might be slipping, but he wasn't going to pout for six-to-eight months.
"No," Fujiko growled.
She slammed the door open. Lupin jumped in fright, drawing the covers over his eyes.
"Look," Fujiko said, yanking Lupin by his wrists so she was eye-level with him. "You can feel bad. I can understand that. But no way in hell are you going to sit here and mope for the next eight months! Now get up!"
Lupin shot off the bed and stood straight on the floor. He was buck naked. Fujiko's eyes widened and she looked away. "Now get dressed," she said, peeking once.
Lupin was fully dressed and ready to get out of the dark room. Fujiko opened his door.
"So," Jigen said. "How'd it go?"
"He'll be fine," Fujiko said.
Lupin walked out of the room.
"Now let's all go and get something to eat," Fujiko said cheerfully,
"Do what she says," Lupin hissed nervously.