Disclaimer: I don't own the copyrighted characters. And I still don't own a car, either… Jesus… I'd drive a Gremlin if it meant I had a car.

Bonjourno!

I have no clue when this story's going to be over. I keep coming up with more and more ideas for it that just pile up on top of one another. At this rate this is going to end with Yukiko graduating from law school (or getting out of prison, depending on which road she takes)… There's so much to work with, though—Can you really blame me!? Sometimes I think I've dug myself into a prosial grave, but you guys really make all of the difference. And I'm really sorry if this is going kind of slow—I have the slight inkling that I need to speed it up a little. But, you know if I sped it up too fast, someone would come off and complain that I was rushing into the relationships, and there are some relationships that I want to cultivate upon in the following chapters.

P.S.: Could someone tell me exactly what a Mary-Sue is? I think I have a vague idea, but I'm not sure of the exact meaning. I know I was told to avoid making Yuki one, but how can I when I don't even know the enemy?

Chapter Nine

Day Nine: An Innocent Man

'It's been a long time, now I'm coming back

home,

I've been away now, oh how I've been

alone,'

--The Beatles, 'Wait'

"Okay—Why am I awake this early after that God-awful flight from New Orleans?" Lupin asked with a yawn as he leaned back in the passenger's seat of the Alpha Romeo. Jigen sat next to him, and concentrated on driving the vehicle while Yukiko slept soundly on the back seat of the car. Jigen had grabbed Lupin and Yukiko at five in the morning and left the hotel with the duo without any apparent explanation. They had left at about six fifteen in the morning, and it was now nine on the dot.

"I don't want you to say a Goddamned thing when we get where we're going," said Jigen, "If you're rude or if you make any off-color jokes I'll blow your friggin' head off."

"Um…" Lupin looked over at Jigen with concern, "Are you feeling all right, Jigen?"

"Fine," Jigen answered in a mutter as he shifted gears and made a turn, "It's right about…. Damn, where the hell did it go!? Oh! Here we go…" he pulled into the driveway of a small park which, upon further notice, Lupin realized was a cemetery.

Lupin looked around at the vast valley of tombs, and then drew his attention back to Jigen, "What are we doing here?" he asked his friend quietly.

"We're here to visit," Jigen replied as he stepped out of the car and looked upward at the black iron-rod gates which coldly read BETHLEHEM CEMETERY. He looked downward at his side and saw a now-awake Yukiko holding onto his jacket hem and giving him an uneasy glance. Jigen bent down and kneeled in front of Yukiko, "Don't worry. There's nothing to be afraid of in there, I promise." He rose again, and took Yukiko's hand, and both entered the graveyard together.

Lupin held his jacket against his body tighter as he felt a cold breeze rush by him and began to follow Jigen and Yukiko into the cemetery. What Jigen was doing there was only Lupin's guess, but even the thief had run out of ideas as to what exactly what Jigen intended to accomplish by visiting a death park.

Lupin briefly lost the two amongst the many hills, but soon found them again, both now stationary at a tombstone. Jigen and Yukiko were both looking down at it solemnly, and Lupin could see Jigen was speaking to Yukiko; but unfortunately his friend's speech was out of his hearing range. He came closer and closer until he was standing right next to Jigen and his daughter. Lupin looked at the tombstone and glanced over it, "Who's this guy?" Lupin finally asked after a long pause.

"My father," Jigen replied quietly. Lupin gave Jigen a look of stunned silence, and studied the tombstone once more.

"Is that your real name, too?" Lupin inquired, pointing to the tomb.

"Yeah," Jigen answered with a nod, "I'm the third generation, too. The third generation with that name, and the third generation organizer of the Chicago mob."

"You're from a mob family!?" Lupin gaped in disbelief.

Jigen looked upward at him, and smiled wryly, "Where do you think I learned to shoot so well? I watched my Old Man go at it. I saw him shoot up people for the first time when I was about eleven. I didn't realize that my own father was some sort of Mafia Don until then…" As Jigen raised his head, Lupin noted how old the gunman was starting to appear, "Hey, guys… If it's all right, I'd like to just pay my respects…."

"Sure," Lupin nodded, and took Yukiko by the hand. He led the young girl over to a bench near a mausoleum, where the two slowly worked themselves into a conversation while Jigen remained by his father's grave.

Jigen kneeled at the base of the grave and removed his hat, and set his eyes downward, "It's been a while, huh, Dad? The last time I saw you, you were actually breathing! I can't believe I'm actually talking to a bag of worm-food, but I just felt like I had a score to settle with you. I'm a father now, too, and I don't have a Goddamned idea what to do. I know I definitely won't do what you did—Beat the living hell out of a kid if he screwed it all up. I'll never forgive you for breaking my arm like that… I only let you hurt me so you wouldn't hurt my 'sister'. She was only my half sister, but still my little sister… But, anyway… I guess I'm just scared. I'm scared that I'm going to end up like you, you Goddamned soul-sucking bastard."

Jigen sat back on the ground cross-legged, and removed his glasses, "It's so weird… It's just like it was with you and me, when I showed up on your doorstep, except Yukiko's mother wasn't a Japanese whore you had a one-night stand with and ended up getting pregnant. Her mom was a real lady; you better believe me when I say it, too! You always thought I was a pain in the ass, you know it and I know it… Mom had no choice though… I swear to God that I'm going to be a better father to her than you ever were to me. The only time we got along was when we were shooting crap up together…" Jigen's eyes fell downward again, and he thought back to many years ago, when he still had his soul and trust intact.

Ise, Japan, Thirty-three Years Ago:

A young woman no more than twenty rushed busily around her small apartment, packing the last of her son's belongings while trying to not break down in front of him in the process.

"I don't understand why I have to leave!" a small boy yelled angrily at his mother, "You told me you'd never leave me! Why are you doing this!?"

"Because your father can give you a much better life, much better than I could give you," she replied as she stopped in the middle of the room and rubbed her eyes a few times and coughed uncomfortably.

"I like this life, though!" the boy protested.

"You won't in a few years, when you'll be old enough to understand everything. You'll hate me. In America, you can do whatever you want. You can go to college, get a real job… The sky is the only limit there," she answered.

"Why can't you come with me, then?" the boy inquired, "You can start a new life, too. You won't have to have those men come over all the time!"

"Well…" she bent her head downward, "It's complicated… Here, these are your papers. If anyone who looks dangerous or like they're in the mob and they corner you and start to ask questions, don't give them your real name. Give them your grandfather's name, all right? Lie. Give them my father's name. It'll be the only way to survive."

"What's my grandfather's name?" he asked, "You never told me…"

"Daisuke Jigen. If they ever ask you, your name is Daisuke Jigen," she replied, and took him by the hand, "Come on, now. We don't have much time left before your plane leaves…" she picked up the child's lone suitcase and pulled him out of the small ramshackle apartment and into the hall of their complex. That was the last the boy ever saw of his mother.

The Present:

"Jigen, you about done?" Jigen heard, and suddenly came to full attention. The gunman rose and quickly put his hat back on his head, and nodded sternly.

Lupin and Yukiko were sitting on a stone bench, and had been watching Jigen all the while he reminisced about a past gone, "Lupin?" Lupin heard a small weak voice say.

Lupin snapped out of his trance, and turned to Yukiko, "What do you need, Yuki?"

"There's a lady over there," Yukiko whispered, pointing to a blonde on the horizon. Lupin shot his eyes over to the blonde, and he grew pale in horror. He would recognize her from anywhere.

"It's that bitch from Miami!" Lupin whispered in disbelief as he laid eyes on the woman who had almost caused Fujiko to kill him back at their hotel in Florida. He saw she was now dressed in a long brown overcoat and sunglasses, and was staring at Jigen. Lupin also saw she had in the right hand a pistol.

Lupin reached into his jacket and pulled out his own gun, and had Yukiko stand behind his legs for protection. The Israeli woman turned as she heard Lupin draw near, and pointed the gun at him, "Do not come any further, or I'll kill the little girl. I'm not afraid to."

"Only cowards kill kids," Lupin hissed, "What the hell do you want!?"

"You to come with me," Natasha replied.

"Nah-ah. Last time that happened I ended up in the doghouse for a week!" Lupin snapped.

"A fitting place for a dog," Natasha hissed with equal venom in her voice, "It's nothing personal, Lupin—I have my reasons for what I do, though. You've got to understand I hold no personal grudge against you or your comrades. But you must be brought to my boss." Natasha pointed the gun, but before she could even think of firing, the pistol flew across the graveyard. She looked to her left in wide-eyed horror as she saw Jigen holding his still-smoking gun.

"Go tell your 'boss' that we aren't going to take this crap," Jigen said in an even, calm tone, "Go now, and I won't shoot at you again."

"Why not? I have nothing to live for!" Natasha yelled.

"You're lying," Jigen responded, "Only someone who had everything to lose would say that," Natasha glared at him, and after an icy standoff between the two, Natasha ran off and out of the graveyard.

"Why'd you let her go!?" Lupin shrieked.

"We couldn't have done anything. It's better that she lets the bastard know we aren't going to take this crap," Jigen replied as he stuck his gun back in his holster, "We need to be getting back. You and Goemon and I have that thing tonight, right?"

"Yeah," Lupin replied.

"Does that mean I'll be staying with Fujiko, Amaya, and Ming?" Yukiko inquired.

"Well, not exactly. Ming's coming with us," Lupin answered.

"What!?" Jigen stopped dead in his tracks suddenly, "Don't tell me you're pairing me up with her again!"

"Oh, come on, Jigen. We need a lookout for tonight, and you can't be standing by the punchbowl the entire time! It'll depress me too much!" Lupin said with a smile.

"What punchbowl?" Jigen looked at Lupin quizzically, "What the hell am I missing in this!?"

"There's the small matter of a charity dance tonight, and I got you and your date tickets," Lupin replied.

"WHAT!?" Jigen shouted and grabbed onto the top of his hat, "She's my date to a—Jesus, you're kidding me! No way, Lupin!"

"Come on, Jigen…." Lupin moaned, grabbing onto Jigen's arm. Jigen pulled away, and glared at Lupin, "Come on…. Jiji…."

"I told you never to call me that!" Jigen yelled through clenched teeth.

"While you growing was I out looking at a star…" Lupin sang. Jigen went to throw a punch at him, but Lupin quickly ducked this and mocked Jigen in return. Yukiko giggled at this, and put a hand to her mouth.

"How you know songs from Gigi I don't even want to know…" Jigen muttered.

"You're just looking out for Goemon and Lupin, Jigen!" Yukiko said through her laughter, "You should go!"

Jigen stopped and looked down at Yukiko, "Fine. But if Ming tries anything, I'm bitching you out for it," he said.

"Okay—I'm used to hearing people bitch each other out by now," Yukiko nodded her head, and the three made their way out of the graveyard.

Later that Night, the Hotel:

"Is she ready yet?" Jigen asked as he stood patiently in the middle of his room while Amaya finished wiring him for sound.

"There, all done," Amaya took a step back from Jigen, "She'll be out in a few seconds. Remember. There's a wire in the tie and—"

"A camera hooked up to the glasses. I know," Jigen rolled his eyes tired. He and Amaya had gone over the procedures for working her electrical equipment many times that afternoon. He assumed that Amaya thought even working a microwave presented problems for him, by the simple way she went over her directions over and over.

"What do you think, kid?" Jigen asked Yukiko. The young girl smiled and put her thumb up, and Jigen took this as a positive answer, "Okay, then…" Jigen looked back in the mirror and adjusted his collar and tie, "Let's get going, guys!"

Lupin and Goemon emerged from one of the adjacent rooms, both dressed completely in black. Amaya looked at the two quizzically, "Remind me why you're doing this again?"

"A sword. An English fencing sword. That belonged to King George," Lupin responded, "You ready, guys?"

"Yeah, I'm just waiting on—" Jigen stopped as he felt someone else's presence in the room. He turned and saw Fujiko had come in, and next to her stood Ming. Ming was dressed in a sequined red dress of a 30's fashion, and her hair had been parted on a side and waves added to it, "Hey, Ming. Um, some getup… You, uh, ready?"

"I figured if you were going to dress like you were out of Casablanca, I might try to match," Ming said with a wide smile, "I'm ready."

"Let's get going, then," Jigen said in a low voice, turning away from Ming. Goemon and Lupin made eye contact briefly, and both exchanged sly smiles. The four exited the hotel room, and left the three others to themselves.

"Sword my ass…" Fujiko muttered, "They're all up to something, I know it…"

"I can't figure it, either. Goemon won't give me any hints," Amaya said in frustration, sitting down on one of the chairs, "You did good on giving Ming the red dress. I think I actually saw Jigen start to break a sweat."

"I know," Fujiko laughed, "His face matched the color of the dress."

"Amaya?" Yukiko spoke suddenly, "Could you help me out?"

"Sure. What do you need, Yukiko? Popcorn? Juice?" asked Amaya.

"No," Yukiko shook her head back and forth, her long black hair swishing from side to side, "Nothing like that. I need you to help me find something. On the Internet."

"Okay," Amaya sat down at the computer with Yukiko. Fujiko, out of sheer curiosity, soon joined the two, "Let's get this started…."

A Prominent Chicago Museum across Town:

"I hate having to be social," Jigen grumbled as he walked up the marble staircase with Ming at his side.

"It's only for a little while. Besides, we'll technically be working," Ming replied as she looked downward at her ticket and back up at the doorway. One woman at a booth took their tickets, while a man at the front door insisted on taking the guests' hats and coats. Ming and Jigen gave them their coats, but Jigen glared at the man icily when he suggested that he leave his hat in the lobby.

"Don't worry about him," Ming said with an uneasy laugh to the coat-taker as she took hold of one of Jigen's arms, "He's just a little self-conscious about this bald spot he's been getting…"

"Bald spot!?" Jigen shrieked, "You little… Here, take the Goddamned hat," Jigen removed his black fedora and shoved it in the employee's chest, and stormed into the main hall with Ming.

"Hey, Jigen, would you mind not shouting?" Jigen heard Lupin say into his earpiece with a great deal of aggravation in his voice, "I don't want to be deaf before I hit forty."

"Only after you tell her not to make cheap shots like that at me!" Jigen replied.

"Would you quit being so sensitive!?" Ming huffed in frustration.

"Quiet, both of you. You're sounding like children," Goemon snapped.

"Just keep an eye out for Zenigata or anyone like that, all right?" Lupin added.

"Yeah, I gotcha," said Jigen. He looked over at Ming, "I guess we better go sit and start looking for Zenigata or that new partner of his."

"No," Ming shook her head, "We'll find them quicker if we move around. Let's go dance."

"Jesus Christ," Jigen rolled his eyes, "Lady, I don't dance, okay?"

"Sure you do," Ming smiled widely, "Come on…" she tugged on his arm and led him over to the main floor.

"No way," Jigen took a step back from her.

"Jigen, for God's sakes, it isn't going to kill you!" said Lupin, "Just go and do it already. It's not like you have any dignity to lose over a little dancing!"

"Fine," Jigen grumbled. He took one of Ming's hands and put his free arm around her waist, and begrudgingly began to dance with her.

"Your hands are shaking; are you that nervous of me?" Ming laughed.

"No," Jigen shook his head, "It's part of the nicotine withdrawal I'm going through. It's a real bitch…"

"Oh," Ming looked away briefly, and then back at Jigen, "So, when's the last time you've done this, anyway? You're pretty good."

"I'm usually the lookout," Jigen responded as he spun Ming around once and then began to dance with her again.

"No, I mean danced. You're better than you said," said Ming with a warm grin that made Jigen slightly nervous.

"I had to take ballroom dancing for a year in high school. Long story. But it's been a while since I went out and danced," Jigen admitted, "How about you?"

"I don't usually dance to oldies music; techno is more my style," Ming replied breezily. "What's this they're playing now? You have any clue?"

"No. Something old by an old dead guy," Jigen said. Ming laughed, and stopped dancing briefly to regain her composure. Jigen said nothing to this, but simply smiled in return.

Meanwhile, across the room, an unusually cranky Zenigata stood, arms crossed. Inspector Remy stood at his side, but in a more relaxed position. Zenigata looked over at Remy and sneered, "Be sure to keep an eye out for Lupin and any of his cohorts." Zenigata instructed him. Remy nodded, and went back to studying the dancers in hopes of finding Lupin or one of his lackeys.

"Excuse me?" both men heard, and turned to see a blonde woman next to them, "I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about Lupin the Third. I'm a local college student studying law, and I'm doing a report on the thief. Would—Would it be possible if I could get an interview?"

"Remy, you go on ahead," Zenigata muttered, pointing to the young woman.

"Well, I was actually hoping to get a word in with Inspector Zenigata," she replied disappointedly. Both officers exchanged disbelieving looks of astonishment, and Zenigata reluctantly walked off with the young woman, leaving Remy to meander and stand by the punchbowl.

"Dammit, a slow song…" Ming grumbled as she heard the music slow down.

"What, you can't dance to them?" Jigen asked with concern, "We can stop a little while, if you want…"

"No, it's all right," Ming sighed, "It's just a little boring sometimes. But it's not really, now. We've got a job to do. But damned if I'm not tired," Ming yawned, and laid her head against Jigen's chest. Jigen looked down at her a few moments, stunned. Normally, he would have jumped back and told her to get the hell off, but he instead decided on continuing to dance with her. He bowed his head downward, and was only able to start his sentence when he heard Lupin scream into the earpiece.

"Jigen! Get the hell down here, now! These sons of a bitches are trying to kill us!" Lupin yelled hurriedly. Jigen and Ming both came to a start, and began to run towards the jewelry display in the museum.

When they got there, they found Ravi and Goemon locked in swordplay, and Collin and Lupin exchanging shots at one another. Jigen drew his gun, and shot at Collin. The Brit quickly jumped out of the way, and smiled at Jigen, "You want a piece, too, Love?"

"Go to hell, you bastard!" Jigen yelled, firing at Collin again and barely missing him. Collin shook his head in disappointment, and fired a shot back. The bullet missed Jigen, but startled Ming and made her fall onto the floor. Jigen, under the impression she had been shot, let out an angry growl, and fired three shots at Collin. Collin jumped away, horrified, and ducked behind a large jewel-incrusted Egyptian sarcophagus. Jigen quickly reloaded his gun, and began to storm towards Collin.

Meanwhile, Goemon and Ravi continued their sword fight, neither looking as though they'd be stopping anytime soon, "Dammit, Patel, I need some bloody help here!" Ravi heard Collin yell, and turned briefly. This gave Goemon time to knock Ravi's saber out of his hand. The Indian man's head snapped in Goemon's direction, and he saw that the samurai's blade was against his neck.

Goemon and Ravi exchanged a harsh glare, and Goemon gripped onto the sword.

Outside of the Museum:

"Did you hear something?" Zenigata inquired, turning his head back towards the museum. The blonde woman looked briefly distressed, but quickly recovered.

"No, no…" she shook her head quickly, "So, what over hobbies do you have, outside of the Lupin case?"

"Wanting that little bastard dead, putting his low-life friends in the slammer… Coin collecting…" Zenigata replied breezily.

"Coin collecting?" the young woman raised her eyebrows in interest.

"It's a family thing," Zenigata replied with a shrug, "I travel all over the world—Might as well get a souvenir to mark each of my failures…. That coin on the chain around your neck is from Israel, right?"

"Yes," she nodded, and clutched onto it, "It was my mother's…. Well, getting back to things…"

There was another shot fired, and Zenigata rose and frowned, "Now I know I hear something…" he reached for his gun, but the young blonde quickly reached for his arm.

"It sounded like gunshots…" she said with a tone of fear in her voice, "May I come with you, for some hands-on experience?"

"Why not. If you get shot, its not like it'll be the first time I get in trouble," Zenigata grumbled as he and the law student ran back into the museum.

Back in the Museum:

Goemon gripped his sword, and slowly let it fall to his side. Ravi looked at him with uncertainty, "It is simply my form of returning a favor," Goemon explained, "We will go now. I hope you will not follow us any further." He turned away from him, and faced Collin, who was in a standoff with Jigen.

Goemon tapped the gunman on the shoulder, and Jigen briefly glanced over at Goemon, "Let's go for now. We have what we want."

"He's right, Jigen," said Lupin.

"This is too much trouble," Jigen grumbled as he continued to rest his finger on the trigger of his gun. Goemon and Lupin looked over at one another briefly, and both nodded. Goemon wrestled Jigen's gun out of his hands and Lupin kicked Collin's gun away from him.

"My hero!" Collin panted as he rose and pulled Lupin off of him. Collin rose and embraced Goemon briefly, and the samurai's body stiffened in horror, "Thanks, Babe…. Offer's still on the table, you know…" Collin whispered.

"Get off of me!" Goemon yelled, pushing Collin back.

"Come on, fellas," Lupin nodded towards them. Jigen looked down at the broken cases, and quickly reached into one and put his hands back in his pockets as he exited towards the door. He stopped as he came to Ming, and helped her rise.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yeah. I just got surprised," Ming replied weakly.

"Lupin!" the four heard.

"Oh, crap… Zenigata…" Lupin groaned as he saw the Interpol official run towards him, a young woman along his side, "And he's got—Oh my God! It's her again!"

"Hey, if she's done you and Zenigata, I think she beats Fujiko out as world's biggest whore," Jigen muttered. Lupin ignored this, and the four broke into a run from Zenigata and his companion, whom many in the gang now knew as Natasha.

"Dammit! Where the hell is Remy!?" Zenigata yelled as the gang of thieves jumped into their getaway car and sped off into the night, "Crap crap CRAP!" Zenigata threw his hat down and growled angrily.

"Is this how it always works?" Natasha asked quietly.

"You're damned right," Zenigata grumbled as he regained his composure and placed his hat back on his head, "Every time. It's like that cartoon with the coyote and that Goddamned roadrunner…."

"I'm sure someday you'll get what you want, Inspector," said Natasha hopefully, "I have all the information I need, but, I'd really like to keep in touch with you. Here's where you can reach me, if you have any updates—On the case or the coin collection. I'm an avid collector myself," She handed him a small card, and Zenigata took in from her, somewhat puzzled. "I'll see you around, Inspector," she said, and left Zenigata as quickly as she had so eagerly come to him.

Natasha met Collin and Ravi on the roof of the museum, and both men were wearing smug smiles as she approached them, "What?" Natasha inquired, placing her hands on her hips and frowning.

"Giving the constable your number wasn't put of the plan," Ravi said.

"Do you have a thing for the old windbag?" asked Collin, "If you do, I don't expect another word about me and that dear little samurai who saved my ass from Al Capone, Jr."

"Oh, you can expect another word about you and that monosyllabic freak—A lot of them! You know it's pretty Goddamned hard to find other coin collectors!" Natasha snapped, "Trust me on this one, okay? I've never failed you guys before."

"We've never worked together before," Ravi replied.

"Exactly; so I've never failed you guys before," said Natasha with a shrug.

Back at the Hotel:

Ming was peering out of the twelfth-story window of her hotel room, looking down upon Chicago like some sort of omniscient deity. She was still in her dress, but had taken off her shoes and set them at the foot of her bed. This was one of her rare moments that she got to herself; everyone was always together, like a tight-knit family. But that was exactly what it was; a family of thieves.

She suddenly felt something cool and metallic come down upon her neck, and jumped in surprise. She turned and saw Jigen looking back downward at her. Ming studied her reflection in the mirror, and saw a gold necklace with a pink stone now hanging around her neck. Her gaze returned to Jigen, and she looked at him questioningly.

"It's for your work, Kid," Jigen replied, "Good job tonight. Just don't let it go to your head, all right?"

"I…" Ming picked up the small pink stone, and found it was smooth and cold, like the actual necklace. She rose from her seat, and bent Jigen down a little, and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks, Dillinger…"

"Just like a woman. You give them something shiny, and they're all over you," Jigen said with a smirk as he put a hand to his face, barely believing that that had really just happened. Ming batted him on the shoulder lightly, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Jigen exhaled heavily in discontent, but his smile soon returned as Yukiko came in, "Hey, Yuki, you have a good night?" he inquired as she sat down on the bed.

"Yeah," Yukiko nodded happily, "Fujiko and Amaya and me had a great time!" she replied.

Jigen sat down on the edge of the bed next to Yukiko, and lifted her up, setting her on his lap, "What's wrong, Jigen?" she asked as she studied her father's features.

"Just a little confused about what to do, Kid," Jigen answered, "Sometimes I think life gets harder only for those who want it easier. You… You know that I'll always love your mom, right?"

"Is this the 'I'm going to start dating again' speech?" Yukiko inquired.

"You're hanging around Lupin too much; it's turning you into a smartass," Jigen said with a smirk, "But I guess I can thank you for saving me the speech. Listen, I'm not saying anything's for certain, yet. It's just… Kind of weird… She's the complete polar opposite of what I like in a girl."

"Maybe it's her V-neck shirts that she wears," Yukiko said.

Jigen paused, "Okay, I'm definitely going to have a talk with your uncle Lupin tomorrow, that is if I don't kick his ass down a flight of stairs, first." Yukiko laughed at this, and Jigen returned her laughter silently with a small smile.