Chapter Three! Yes, the chapters are extremely short and I am ashamed. Also, I apologize for the lack of updates, school, homwork and tests, other fics, writers block, really good Stephen King book, projects, lack of sleep, argueing with my rents, possibly being sick, and stuff like that have been cutting into my time and the fact that I'm doing bad in four classes and the marking period ends friday doesn't help. Sadness. Did anyone expect Zenigata to actually capture Lupin and Company? I had originally planned for them to escape with the car but then the whole knockout gas came in mind and I couldn't get rid of it. Well, lets see what happens now. Shall we? Squeek.
Disclaimer: Lupin the Third is owned by Monkey Punch and I am not him, obviously, or this wouldn't be now would it?
Chapter Three: Jailhouse Birds
By Invader Nicole
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Lupin lay on the cold, stone floor, twitching every now and then. His eyes began to open a bit until they could finally focus on the area around them. He saw three walls made of cement and one that held them like cage, steel bars kept him inside. He ran his hands through his black hair and tried remembering what had happened. Bullets. Bullets and a ladder. And a car . . .? Oh yeah, the car. Someone had tricked them and caught them in a trap. He punched himself on the head for that one. He knew he should've known better. It was then that he noticed he wasn't wearing his normal navy blue shirt with the white tie, red jacket, and white-ish beige pants. Instead he wore prison clothes much like the ones from Rio de Janeiro, only in a different color. Thin white and black stripes, a jumpsuit almost. He also saw the makeshift bed attached to a wall, a small window with bars, a faucet, and a toilet inside the jail cell. He got up and walked towards the metal bars, his hands gripped them as he tried to see into the other cells near his. He saw Goemon was in a cell right across from his own, and that the samurai was already awake, in meditation, and clad in the jailhouse wardrobe. Lupin looked to his left, he could see long, wavy brown hair resting against the metal bars along with a body covered in the trendy white and black suit. Fujiko. She must've woken up already and was resting against the bars, hopeing someone would awaken. The cell across from hers held Jigen, the only one of the four who hadn't awoken. He was in the same tacky suit as them, he didn't have his black fedora though. Jigen was sprawled on the cold floor much like Lupin had been. He mustn't have woken up from the gas yet.
"Hey, everone here?" Lupin whispered to his friends, already fully knowing they were there but wanting an answer anyway.
Goemon opened his eyes after a few seconds, "Here, Lupin."
"Here, lover," replied Fujiko. She turned her back away from the bars and looked towards the cell next to hers. "What happened?"
Lupin rested against the cement walls of his 'room.' "It seems Pops got the better of us for once. He knocked us all out and we're in the big house." Lupin looked out his cell again. "Hey, Jigen, wake up already! Geeze he sleeps a lot."
At the mention of his name Jigen already started to stir back to life. He lifted himself from the floor and looked around, in seconds it dawned on him what had happened. He reached for his head and noticed his precious hat was missing. "Assholes." He noticed his wardrobe and for once, everyone could actaully see the look of disgust on his face. "Tell me what I think happened didn't happen."
Goemon's eyes darted from any noise made within the room. He seemed to be searching for something. "If your thinking that Zenigata finally got us when we least expected it and took our weapons, then yes, it did happen if you were thinking that."
Jigen's hand immidiately went to wear his belt and gun holder were usually at. Nothing. His guns were all gone. "Son of a-"
"We've got to get out of here," said Fujiko. "Chances are we'll be doing twenty here, if not the death sentence."
At that moment a brown, wooden door opened up. It was between Lupin and Goemon's cells. Inspector Zenigata walked into the room, a smug look on his face. He turned to Lupin's cell, he looked full of pride but also a hint of secrecy. "Finally. The world famous Lupin the III, captured with the old gas in a car gag." The inspector's face changed to seriousness. "What's with you Lupin? You'd never let yourself get caught so easily."
"What do you mean, Pops?" Lupin played the innocent card, one he was always glad to use when making Zenigata mad.
"Don't you play games with me! I know your up to something, like the little escape project you pulled back in Brazil! Now tell me or I'll make things worse!" Zenigata stomped onto the floor in frustration, he knew this wouldn't be easy.
Lupin smirked and layed back against the jails wall. "I don't know what your talking about, you caught us fair and square so why not take some time off? You sure as hell could use it."
Zenigata grabbed his hat and threw it to the ground, Lupin was getting on his last nerve. That's what happens after five years of chasing him. "Why you! Your going to-"
"Will you just shut the hell up already?!" came the reply from Jigen. He was giving an evil look towards the inspector who was mildly shocked by the outburst. "And where the hell is my friggin' hat?!"
Zenigata smirked, he knew all their weaknesses, each one of each person. "Interpol headquarters has all your possessions like your usual attire, weapons, and yes, your hat too. If you want it then tell me your next plan."
Jigen slammed his fist into the cement wall, a sickening crack was heard. Jigen didn't seem to notice. "We don't have a friggin' plan now gim'me back my friggin' hat!"
"Not until you tell me your plan!" Zenigata yelled to the ex-mobster.
"Excuse me, Inspector," a voice spoke meakly.
The inspector turned around to see a woman there, only a few inches shorter than Lupin or Jigen. She wore a navy blue pencil skirt and a navy blue jacket over her pale blue shirt. Her hair was wavy and blonde, her eyes an ocean blue color. She held a clipboard to herself, she was staring at the awkward conversation between the inspector and the prisoners.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to speak with the four people in these cells."
Zenigata picked up his beaten-up hat and put it back on his head, a stern look on his face. "Fine, but I'm staying, just to make sure you don't let them escape. I've known from experience."
"Very well," she said politely as she looked towards Lupin's cell, a look of worry and shock on her face. "Arsene Lupin III, grandson of Lupin and the Lupin before him. Seducer of women and master lock-picker and theivery of gems, paintings, currency, ancient artifacts, and so on. Wanted just about everywhere and sentenced to death on account of breaking almost every law in the book." She looked across Lupin's cell towards Goemon's. "Goemon Ishikawa. Master samurai and accomplice of Lupin, also sentenced to death for breaking the same rules." She looked to Fujiko. "Fujiko Mine. Seductress of men and accomplice of Lupin. Also sentenced to death." Lastly she looked to Jigen. "Daisuke Jigen. Ex-Mobster, gunman, and murderer. Wanted for shooting innocent people and for being an accomplice of Lupin. So thats it, everyone is sentenced to death at midnight in two days, by means of euthanasia."
"Murderer?! I didn't kill anyone!" Jigen yelled the woman, who didn't appear to be listening.
Zenigata gave her an odd look. "Who made those reports?"
"I don't know, I'm just supposed to read them. Now if you'll excuse me." She opened the door and walked back out as she came.
"Miss, wait-" Zenigata said as he followed her out.
Fujiko laughed to herself, "I think he's got a thing for blondes. Remember on the train when you were a hippie and I was disguised as a blonde."
"Oh yeah," Lupin agreed.
Goemon gave them each a quizzical look. "Am I the only one who's noticed were going to be killed in two days?"
Lupin smirked, the kind he made when he had a plan. "No problem, Goemon, my good man. I already have a plan."
Jigen rubbed his hand, it was already starting to swell a bit. "So what is it?"
"You'll see, Jigen, you'll see."
Jigen gave him the 'what-the-hell-are-you-planning' look but he didn't receive an answer. He looked back to his hand, and cursed to himself.
"Can someone get a friggin' nurse in here?!" he yelled loudly. It didn't look like anyone would be coming for quite a while. "Damnit, I need a smoke."
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