Lupin III Fan Fiction ❯ Musings of a Gunman ❯ Musings of a Gunman ( Prologue )

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A/N : I am very new to Lupin III so this may be
a little O.O.C. I first saw a TV special on MTV in German. Even though my German is so
rusty it is creaking and about to fall off, I fell in love with the show (and Jigen) and
vowed I'd find out more when I got back home. Unfortunately in Britain the videos
that were released were deleted long ago and the series to my knowledge has never been
shown. However, I got hold of Cagliostro and the Fuma Conspiracy which I am thrilled with!
Enjoy and please review!



Musings of a Gunman


Jigen Daisuke sat in his apartment
waiting for his friend and accomplice to arrive. He lay on his sofa, his hands behind his
head, hat low covering his eyes as usual, crooked, hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth just
protruding from his hat. He'd been sitting like this for some time, only moving
occasionally to flick cigarette ash into the already full ashtray on the floor.

I'm
hungry he thought, but moving out of lack of motivation. He didn't seem to have
much motivation these days unless he was taking part in a new caper.

I'll
wait 'till Lupin comes he mused.

He
began to be consumed in his thoughts. The familiarity of his apartment fading into
nothing.

I need
some dough and quick. I could hardly pay my dry cleaning bill the other day…When I've
got some money in from this next caper I'll get a new suit…yeah, I've been
promising myself a treat like that. Maybe…maybe somethin' a bit different.
I haven't changed my style for what, 20 years? Yeah, maybe a new tailor…I like
my tailor…no…maybe a different colour. I don't know…navy?…dark
green?

A
big 'but' loomed over his head and jostled for prime position with his perpetual
'halo' of smoke.

But
I'd be too bright. I'd stand out. I'd end up looking like Lupin in those
jackets of his for Christ's sake! - now talk about blending in with the crowd!

Nah, I'm
happy as I am. He nodded to himself, spilling cigarette ash from his cigarette onto
his tie.

I
'spose I'm feeling a bit insecure at the moment. Our last capers have been a bit
too full of Zenigata. Damn…Rather him than the mob…

He
focused back into his lounge to stub out his cigarette and light another and then went
back to his thoughts. He sighed and blew a big cloud of smoke from the corner of his
mouth. He decided to take his hat off and threw it like a frisbee onto a table on the
other side of the room. This was done seamlessly, and like his shooting, honed to
perfection. He ran his hand through his hair and relaxed again.

I'm
hungry he thought again. Even though nicotine and the other ingredients in tobacco
were supposed to suppress ones appetite, Jigen still ate by the shed load. He thought
about what was in his fridge but realised he only had a six pack of beer. At other times
he may have thought it was brilliant to only have beer in the fridge, but now he really
wasn't that sure it was wise, especially when he was starving.

Damn.

His stomach
growled loudly. He ignored it and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

Dammit,
I need more smokes as well! I need food, smokes and a suit and what haven't I got?
- money! Hmm, Lupin better have a good idea…

He
looked at a clock at the other side of the room.

He's
late. If anyone was late in Chicago they'd have their head blown off...

He trailed
off, images of times past coming to the fore. He was suddenly brought out of his
thoughts by a knock at the door.

Ah, Lupin
he thought and got up to answer the door.