Death of a Gunman
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Lupin III except Lealah. I wish I did though.
Note: If you want to know why Jigen calls her Mitsukia, read chapter four of "A Pack of Two Wolves"
"Die, Diasuke Jigen!" POW! Jigen felt the bullet penetrate his chest. Immediately pain overcame him. He had been shot before, yes, but never like this. Never in cold blood. Every time he had been shot, it had always been in a shoot out. It wasn't supposed happen like this. This was going to be an easy job. What happened? How'd they find me? Are Lealah and Lupin and Goemon OK? Lupin had the brilliant idea that stealing the Shroud of Turin would be a snap. It would have been too. If not for the American Mafia's best hitman, Roger Hamilton. Wait, something was wrong. The bullet had hit him on the left side of his chest, but his heart was slowly beginning to stop. His breathing became hard and labored. "How do you like our new bullets, Diasuke? When they hit, they release a slow poison that stops your heart and paralyses your breathing. But, I will go against orders and take you out now. Consider it a compliment, Old Friend. I was told to let you die slow and painfully. Good bye." It was too much. The pain was just too much. Jigen sunk to his knees, clutching his chest. He shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. POW! Roger fell forward, dead. Jigen had just enough strength to rise to see who it was. "Come on Jigen, Lupin is waiting for us outside. Lucky for you I came, huh? Right after the bastard finished talking. Jigen, what's wrong?" He fell to his knees once again, then fell backwards. "JIGEN!" Lealah ran to his side. "What happened?" As she put her right hand under his head, her left hand brushed up against his chest. She jerked it away when she felt something wet and thick on his jacket. Lealah knew what it was before she even looked. She stared at her bloodstained hand for a second and then jerked open his jacket. Blood soaked his whitish-blue button up. A bullet was lodged in his chest. "NO!" Lealah dug into Jigens' chest and fished it out. He grinned at her, a small ghost of a grin while his eyelids began to drop. "Should'a just let him take me. Would have been quicker. He was from the mob. They never do anything quick unless they have respect for you" Tears began forming in the eyes of his best friends sister. "No. We can get you to a hospital. You won't." Her voice was a mixture of fear and sorrowful defiance. "Don't.kid.yourself. I. wouldn't make it. if I was shot.in a hospital." His voice was fading fast. "I'm dying, Kid." "Jigen, no! I couldn't go on without you." His reply was barely a whisper. "Lealah.tell Lupin.I'm sorry I won't be there. Tell him.my real name.Daniel.Jarrod. "Jigen, don't die please!" He gave her one last weak smile. "Later, Mitsukia." His eyes dropped completely and his face became expressionless. "Jigen? Jigen?" She touched her fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. He was gone. She began to cry. "No.Jigen." Lealah lifted the older man to her in a hug. Blood from his wound started to transfer to her, but she didn't care. His black fedora fell from his head. Usually he would have made a move to retrieve it. Not this time. He was dead. She gently laid him down, placed the fedora he had given her so long ago on his chest, and bowed her head in reverence. "Lealah? Come on, let's get going! Tell Jigen to get up, Pops is on his way!" Lupin III had just popped his head in to tell his sister and friend to start moving. Tears streaming from her eyes, blood all down her front, she turned to her brother. "He can't get up, Lupin." "What, was he shot in the leg? Help him!" Lealah sucked in a deep breath. She had no idea how Lupin would take this news. "Lupin, he was shot. But not in the leg. He was shot." As her voice faltered, he noticed the blood covering her and the way Jigen was lying. He blanched. "Jigen? Oh my God, Jigen! What happened?!" "That guy shot him. Right before he was about to shoot him again I came in and killed him. Not Jigen, the guy! Jigen told me to tell you he's sorry he won't be there and goodbye." Lupin dropped to his knees beside the man he had known as long as he could remember. He did not cry on the outside, but inside a war was being waged. "Lealah, search that guys pockets. Find out who he is, and who hired him." Still crying, she told him what Jigen had told her. "Jigen said he was from the mob. What do you mean who hired him?" Lupin became angry at this. It was odd for him to be mad at her for a simple mistake like not knowing how he knew someone hired the guy. "You moron, use your brain! How would someone from the mob know we were here? Someone sold us out! Don't be stupid!" She stared at him, fully appreciating his sorrow for the first time. He had never snapped at her like that before this. She nodded and began to search his pockets. She found a letter inside his jacket. "His name is Roger Hamilton and the person who sent him was." Something inside her brain snapped. The shock of finding out who betrayed them was too much for her emotionally distraught mind. The letter fluttered to the ground. She stood there with her eyes wide open. Lupin was immediately sorry he yelled at her. He picked up the piece of paper and read it. He couldn't believe it. "Lealah, help me get Jigen to the car." He picked up the gun that Hamilton had shot out of Jigens' hand and the fedora that had fallen from his head. Lealahs' expression didn't change, nor did she say anything. All she did was pick up Jigens' feet, while Lupin got his shoulders, tears still streaming from her wide eyes. They carried him out of the small utility room where he had been killed to the slightly larger utility van Lupin and his co. had come in. Goemon was waiting for them inside. As soon as they walked in, he saw Jigen. "Lupin, what happened to Jigen? Is he.?" Lupin handed him the piece of paper. After Goemon had read it, he bowed his head and said, "Diasuke Jigen is with his ancestors now." Lealah had laid him out on the floor of the van, spread to full height with his hands on his chest. Then she curled up into a fetal position beside him and started sobbing while her brother and friend looked on pitiably.
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Lupin III except Lealah. I wish I did though.
Note: If you want to know why Jigen calls her Mitsukia, read chapter four of "A Pack of Two Wolves"
"Die, Diasuke Jigen!" POW! Jigen felt the bullet penetrate his chest. Immediately pain overcame him. He had been shot before, yes, but never like this. Never in cold blood. Every time he had been shot, it had always been in a shoot out. It wasn't supposed happen like this. This was going to be an easy job. What happened? How'd they find me? Are Lealah and Lupin and Goemon OK? Lupin had the brilliant idea that stealing the Shroud of Turin would be a snap. It would have been too. If not for the American Mafia's best hitman, Roger Hamilton. Wait, something was wrong. The bullet had hit him on the left side of his chest, but his heart was slowly beginning to stop. His breathing became hard and labored. "How do you like our new bullets, Diasuke? When they hit, they release a slow poison that stops your heart and paralyses your breathing. But, I will go against orders and take you out now. Consider it a compliment, Old Friend. I was told to let you die slow and painfully. Good bye." It was too much. The pain was just too much. Jigen sunk to his knees, clutching his chest. He shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. POW! Roger fell forward, dead. Jigen had just enough strength to rise to see who it was. "Come on Jigen, Lupin is waiting for us outside. Lucky for you I came, huh? Right after the bastard finished talking. Jigen, what's wrong?" He fell to his knees once again, then fell backwards. "JIGEN!" Lealah ran to his side. "What happened?" As she put her right hand under his head, her left hand brushed up against his chest. She jerked it away when she felt something wet and thick on his jacket. Lealah knew what it was before she even looked. She stared at her bloodstained hand for a second and then jerked open his jacket. Blood soaked his whitish-blue button up. A bullet was lodged in his chest. "NO!" Lealah dug into Jigens' chest and fished it out. He grinned at her, a small ghost of a grin while his eyelids began to drop. "Should'a just let him take me. Would have been quicker. He was from the mob. They never do anything quick unless they have respect for you" Tears began forming in the eyes of his best friends sister. "No. We can get you to a hospital. You won't." Her voice was a mixture of fear and sorrowful defiance. "Don't.kid.yourself. I. wouldn't make it. if I was shot.in a hospital." His voice was fading fast. "I'm dying, Kid." "Jigen, no! I couldn't go on without you." His reply was barely a whisper. "Lealah.tell Lupin.I'm sorry I won't be there. Tell him.my real name.Daniel.Jarrod. "Jigen, don't die please!" He gave her one last weak smile. "Later, Mitsukia." His eyes dropped completely and his face became expressionless. "Jigen? Jigen?" She touched her fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. He was gone. She began to cry. "No.Jigen." Lealah lifted the older man to her in a hug. Blood from his wound started to transfer to her, but she didn't care. His black fedora fell from his head. Usually he would have made a move to retrieve it. Not this time. He was dead. She gently laid him down, placed the fedora he had given her so long ago on his chest, and bowed her head in reverence. "Lealah? Come on, let's get going! Tell Jigen to get up, Pops is on his way!" Lupin III had just popped his head in to tell his sister and friend to start moving. Tears streaming from her eyes, blood all down her front, she turned to her brother. "He can't get up, Lupin." "What, was he shot in the leg? Help him!" Lealah sucked in a deep breath. She had no idea how Lupin would take this news. "Lupin, he was shot. But not in the leg. He was shot." As her voice faltered, he noticed the blood covering her and the way Jigen was lying. He blanched. "Jigen? Oh my God, Jigen! What happened?!" "That guy shot him. Right before he was about to shoot him again I came in and killed him. Not Jigen, the guy! Jigen told me to tell you he's sorry he won't be there and goodbye." Lupin dropped to his knees beside the man he had known as long as he could remember. He did not cry on the outside, but inside a war was being waged. "Lealah, search that guys pockets. Find out who he is, and who hired him." Still crying, she told him what Jigen had told her. "Jigen said he was from the mob. What do you mean who hired him?" Lupin became angry at this. It was odd for him to be mad at her for a simple mistake like not knowing how he knew someone hired the guy. "You moron, use your brain! How would someone from the mob know we were here? Someone sold us out! Don't be stupid!" She stared at him, fully appreciating his sorrow for the first time. He had never snapped at her like that before this. She nodded and began to search his pockets. She found a letter inside his jacket. "His name is Roger Hamilton and the person who sent him was." Something inside her brain snapped. The shock of finding out who betrayed them was too much for her emotionally distraught mind. The letter fluttered to the ground. She stood there with her eyes wide open. Lupin was immediately sorry he yelled at her. He picked up the piece of paper and read it. He couldn't believe it. "Lealah, help me get Jigen to the car." He picked up the gun that Hamilton had shot out of Jigens' hand and the fedora that had fallen from his head. Lealahs' expression didn't change, nor did she say anything. All she did was pick up Jigens' feet, while Lupin got his shoulders, tears still streaming from her wide eyes. They carried him out of the small utility room where he had been killed to the slightly larger utility van Lupin and his co. had come in. Goemon was waiting for them inside. As soon as they walked in, he saw Jigen. "Lupin, what happened to Jigen? Is he.?" Lupin handed him the piece of paper. After Goemon had read it, he bowed his head and said, "Diasuke Jigen is with his ancestors now." Lealah had laid him out on the floor of the van, spread to full height with his hands on his chest. Then she curled up into a fetal position beside him and started sobbing while her brother and friend looked on pitiably.