Lupin III Fan Fiction ❯ Yuma Avara: A Love Story ❯ Chapter: The Pick pocket ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Morganna 
Lupin is out at the fair, when a young boy pulls his wallet from his jacket pocket. He runs after him, thinking this is nothing out of the ordinary, but is that really the truth of the matter?
Anime/Manga: Lupin III Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 729 | Visits: 251 | Status: Completed
Lupin is out at the fair, when a young boy pulls his wallet from his jacket pocket. He runs after him, thinking this is nothing out of the ordinary, but is that really the truth of the matter?
Anime/Manga: Lupin III Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 729 | Visits: 251 | Status: Completed
Yuma Avara: A Story of Love
Story (c) Tiffany Swartz. Original characters (c) Monkey Punch. Yuma (c) Tiffany Swartz
Lupin had been standing in the middle of the fair, staring at the lights and the Ferris wheel, when he felt someone stick their hand in his pocket and pull out his wallet. Instantly, he spun around to catch the pick-pocket, but he'd already started running. Lupin went after him like a bullet. Like a lightning bolt, the boy streaked through the crowds, but Lupin knew he'd find him. He ran through and at the boundaries of the fair, at the
fence stood ...
'A girl?!' he thought, 'That's unusual. I expected it to be a young boy!' He walked over to her and gave her a once-over. She was young, about 17 years old. It seemed that she paid all her money to the man at the ticket counter so that she could get into the fair to steal people's belongings, namely, wallets and purses. She didn't look poor, but she didn't look rich, either. She was wearing biker apparel and her hair was tied back. She looked alarmed, obviously because she'd been caught, and thought that he might hurt her for it.
"Calm down," said Lupin in a semi-soft voice, "I'm not going to hurt you. I *am* a little irate that you took my wallet, but other than that, I'm fine. Now just hand it over."
"You're really stupid if you think I'm going to hand this over to you this easily," she said, "I need this money more than you do!"
"Why?"
She looked down at her feet, saying nothing.
"You don't seem the type to be poor," said Lupin, "Are you broke?"
"That's none of your business," she said quietly.
"Well, you stole my wallet," said Lupin matter of factly, "I think that *makes* it my business."
"Well, it's not," she said angrily, handing over his wallet, "Now leave me alone."
"Sorry, can't do that," said Lupin, "it looks as if you could use some assistance."
"I'm not going to a shelter. I already have an apartment," she said, "And I'm *certainly* not going on welfare!"
"I'm not asking you to do that," said Lupin, "Why don't you just have dinner with me instead and explain your situation. I could probably help you out. Maybe get you a job."
"I don't have time for a job," she snapped, "I have a life."
"Obviously," he said, "You probably spend more time with your bike than anything else. Come on, I'm not going to try and pull anything. All I want is dinner. And if that's so bad, then I could buy you some new clothes, and we could have lunch at some nice restaurant. How's that sound?"
"Fine," she said in a perturbed voice, "I'll have dinner with you. But if you even think of trying something on me, I'll make it *impossible* for you to pro-create. Understood?"
Lupin laughed, "Of course! But you really shouldn't be using that tone, you know. You're in no position to be making demands. Well, with the exception of the ones you just made. You're a lady, and you really should act like one, you know?"
"Why?"
"Because you'll never get a boyfriend like that."
She laughed sarcastically, "Boyfriend? Come on, you can't be serious! I don't have time for one, and I don't need one. And what do you mean by boyfriend, anyway?"
"Don't you think you're getting a bit paranoid, here? I told you already: I have no intention of hurting you." There was a silence for a moment. Then, he spoke, "Seriously, all I want is dinner. You think you could handle that?"
After a brief silence, she said, "Sure, I guess."
"Then let's get out of here," he said, "It looks like it's going to rain, anyway, and I don't think that you would want to ruin all that expensive leather."
Story (c) Tiffany Swartz. Original characters (c) Monkey Punch. Yuma (c) Tiffany Swartz
Lupin had been standing in the middle of the fair, staring at the lights and the Ferris wheel, when he felt someone stick their hand in his pocket and pull out his wallet. Instantly, he spun around to catch the pick-pocket, but he'd already started running. Lupin went after him like a bullet. Like a lightning bolt, the boy streaked through the crowds, but Lupin knew he'd find him. He ran through and at the boundaries of the fair, at the
fence stood ...
'A girl?!' he thought, 'That's unusual. I expected it to be a young boy!' He walked over to her and gave her a once-over. She was young, about 17 years old. It seemed that she paid all her money to the man at the ticket counter so that she could get into the fair to steal people's belongings, namely, wallets and purses. She didn't look poor, but she didn't look rich, either. She was wearing biker apparel and her hair was tied back. She looked alarmed, obviously because she'd been caught, and thought that he might hurt her for it.
"Calm down," said Lupin in a semi-soft voice, "I'm not going to hurt you. I *am* a little irate that you took my wallet, but other than that, I'm fine. Now just hand it over."
"You're really stupid if you think I'm going to hand this over to you this easily," she said, "I need this money more than you do!"
"Why?"
She looked down at her feet, saying nothing.
"You don't seem the type to be poor," said Lupin, "Are you broke?"
"That's none of your business," she said quietly.
"Well, you stole my wallet," said Lupin matter of factly, "I think that *makes* it my business."
"Well, it's not," she said angrily, handing over his wallet, "Now leave me alone."
"Sorry, can't do that," said Lupin, "it looks as if you could use some assistance."
"I'm not going to a shelter. I already have an apartment," she said, "And I'm *certainly* not going on welfare!"
"I'm not asking you to do that," said Lupin, "Why don't you just have dinner with me instead and explain your situation. I could probably help you out. Maybe get you a job."
"I don't have time for a job," she snapped, "I have a life."
"Obviously," he said, "You probably spend more time with your bike than anything else. Come on, I'm not going to try and pull anything. All I want is dinner. And if that's so bad, then I could buy you some new clothes, and we could have lunch at some nice restaurant. How's that sound?"
"Fine," she said in a perturbed voice, "I'll have dinner with you. But if you even think of trying something on me, I'll make it *impossible* for you to pro-create. Understood?"
Lupin laughed, "Of course! But you really shouldn't be using that tone, you know. You're in no position to be making demands. Well, with the exception of the ones you just made. You're a lady, and you really should act like one, you know?"
"Why?"
"Because you'll never get a boyfriend like that."
She laughed sarcastically, "Boyfriend? Come on, you can't be serious! I don't have time for one, and I don't need one. And what do you mean by boyfriend, anyway?"
"Don't you think you're getting a bit paranoid, here? I told you already: I have no intention of hurting you." There was a silence for a moment. Then, he spoke, "Seriously, all I want is dinner. You think you could handle that?"
After a brief silence, she said, "Sure, I guess."
"Then let's get out of here," he said, "It looks like it's going to rain, anyway, and I don't think that you would want to ruin all that expensive leather."