Title: The Meaning of Pops
Author: Lady Jet
Rating: PG-14
Summery: Zenigata finds out a lot of things very quickly about Lupin the Third, most that surprise both the thief and the inspector.
Author's Note: I own nothing!
Chapter two: Don't Call me Pops
"LUPIN! You son of a bitch get your ass over here!" Twenty years had changed Inspector Detective Zenigata. He tried as hard as he could to forget about his son, somewhere out in the world. Lupin the Third's red coat flashed as the thief ran along the roads of Niagra Falls.
"Hey Watch your language Pops! There's kids around!" Lupin laughed over his shoulder. Zenigata glared at the lanky frame of Lupin as he jumped into a waiting car. Speeding down the road leaving Zenigata in the dust. Zenigata tossed his hat down and stomped it into the ground. At times he hated that kid.
Kid. Zenigata hung his head and picked up his hat. It was almost September and the weather was already turning. Just as it had been when he was born. He shook his head and walked away.
"Hajime..." Zenigata didn't know what his son's name was now, but it was he had always wanted to call his first son. He hung his head and walked back to the local FBI office.
Lupin relaxed and looked out the windows of the passenger seat of the car. The passing trees has begun to change; and as they drove through the country side towards their hide out, Lupin saw the farmers begin to harvest the late summer wheat and cut the drying stalks of corn. It looked so much like the French country side, it caused a pang of nostalgia.
"This is no time to be a tourist Lupin." Goemon said glancing at the brown haired young man from behind him. Lupin sighed and leaned back in his seat.
"You just don't understand, my dear Goemon. This time of year is kinda hard for me," Lupin spoke slowly, and without his usual pep.
"We all have our pasts, Lupin, we shouldn't let them effect us now. If you live in the past you're doomed to re-live it." Lupin shook his head and looked back out the window.
"Let it go Goemon," Jigen said in defense of his long time partner. Goemon shook his head slightly and went back to meditation.
Of all the things I've ever wanted, there's still one thing I can't track down. One thing I can never steal but have to see and let go at best. Lupin's crystal blue eyes closed and he hung his head frowning.
"Lupin where have you been?" Fujiko said waiting in their small hide out in the Catskills. Lupin smiled and shrugged his odd passive behavior from the trip home gone.
"Out seeing the sights. Course didn't help that Ol' Pops showed up to ruin our fun. But hey, while we were sight seeing, we got plenty of shots for the heist," Lupin said with a grin as he took out his camera. He handed it to Jigen and smirked. "How about we develop these puppies?" Lupin frowned and shuttered a bit turning paler than usual.
"Lupin? Are you all right?" Goemon asked a supportive hand on the young man's shoulder. Lupin brushed it off and smiled though a little forced.
"Yeah I just gotta take my meds. I'll be back in a second." With that the young man headed upstairs to the bedrooms.
"I didn't know Lupin takes medication. What for?" Fujiko asked tossing her hair back over her shoulders.
"He periodically gets bad blood infections, he takes the medication as a precaution for it. It came from his blood mother. Sometimes he gets a bit ill like that. He'll be fine." Fujiko frowned and watched as Jigen walked into the bathroom made darkroom and closed the door.
"Blood mother?"
At his hotel, Inspector Zenigata threw off his coat and flopped into an overstuffed chair. He needed a good bottle of sake right then. Granted the stuff usually made him sick to his stomach, but at least it was strong and kept his mind off of things. Instead he settled on a smoke. Lighting a cigarette he took a long drag letting the smoke escape from his nose and mouth as he exhaled.
"Damn Lupin. Nothing but a punk going on his father's money and luck." The man puffed angrily on his cigarette and stared into the distance through his window. The hotel was almost picturesque in it's location over the great falls. The leaves changing and the light coming from the Canadian side lighting up the horseshoe in a spectacular array of colors.
"She would have loved to see this..." Zenigata thought sadly. He leaned back and frowned stuffing out the light with half hearted ease and headed for bed. "Wherever you are kid, I hope you're happy with your life," he whispered into the night air as he turned down the sheets and slept.