Lupin III Fan Fiction ❯ Yuma Avara: A Love Story ❯ Chapter 5: A Broken Ankle and New Beginnings ( Chapter 5 )

Yuma's Entrance: A Love Story

Chapter #5

 

It was a beautiful, brisk, sunny morning in the city of Tokyo, as Fujiko and Yuma walked down the sidewalks by the strip-malls, Fujiko could see that Yuma was growing very nervous.

 

“What's wrong, honey?” she asked.

 

“I … I …” Yuma stopped for a moment, then continued, “I'm not sure if they'll like me here.”

 

“Why do you say that?” asked Fujiko.

 

“I've been to places like this before,” said Yuma, “I'm telling you, right now, they won't like me. They've never liked my kind. The most they'll see is a scruffy little kid.”

 

“Yuma,” Fujiko turned around to speak to her, gently holding her chin, “you are an extraordinary young woman. Trust me, even though the fashions you're wearing are a little out of date, you've got a knock-out body that most girls will kill for, and a face … Yuma, you're beautiful. You hardly look like just some `scruffy little kid'. You'll be fine, don't worry. Things are different here.” Fujiko took a worried Yuma into an inside mall, and they began looking at the shops.

 

Fujiko noticed that Yuma became more and more nervous. She also noticed the strange stares coming from the shop owners. Whispers filled the air as they passed. Finally, Fujiko got angry and walked straight into an expensive shop that she frequented. The clerk smiled at Fujiko, and looked at Yuma, muttering, “Such a shame.”

 

“What?” asked Fujiko coolly.

 

“Such beautiful clothes … wasted.”

 

“And why would you think that?”

 

“Oh, for Christ's sake!” the clerk yelled, causing many people to turn around and stare, “Look at her! She's nothing! Somebody get this JD out of here!”

 

As the people crowded around, Yuma suddenly felt claustrophobic. Like a lightning bolt, Yuma tore out of the store, tears in her eyes.

 

“You're going to pay for this!” said Fujiko as she turned and ran after her. “Yuma! Yuma, wait!”

 

But it was about to get worse. Through her tears, Yuma was blinded. She could not have possibly seen the stout set of stairs in front of her. She slipped on the hard tile, and down the stairs. There was a sickening crack as her ankle twisted and fractured.

 

“Oh, my God,” gasped Fujiko, running across the floor and down the stairs. She looked at Yuma's ankle, which was beginning to swell up, and pulled a cell-phone out of her pocket. “Hello? Yes, this is Fujiko. I need a doctor here, right now … I'm at the mall … my friend's ankle just broke, I think that would constitute as an emergency!” She looked over at Yuma, and said, “Oh, God, Yuma, I'm so sorry!”

 

“I thought you said things were different here,” Yuma wept from the embarrassment and the pain.

 

“I thought they were, honey, but, apparently, I was wrong,” said Fujiko, “Don't worry. We're going to get you fixed up, and I'm going to have a little chat with Ms. Perfect, over there.” She said the word `chat' through clenched teeth.

 

Paramedics rushed down the hall and picked Yuma up, putting her on a stretcher, and putting an ice-pack on her ankle to keep it from swelling anymore than she already was. Calmly, Fujiko followed, and, once outside, got into her car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. `That bitch,' she thought, `She's going to pay for this!'

 

***

 

Yuma stirred as she heard the door open, but kept her eyes closed. She'd had enough embarrassment for one day. She didn't need more.

 

She heard a voice, Lupin's, specifically, “Is she okay?”

 

“We kind of had a rough time at the mall,” said Fujiko, giving a stressed sigh, “I never meant for this to happen. Apparently, she's been there before, and they just didn't like her.”

 

“Yeah, well,” replied Lupin, “sometimes, these things happen. Tell, me, did you take her into any really expensive shops?”

 

“Yeah,” said Fujiko, “I did, and then all Hell broke lose.”

 

“It's probably the people, then,” Lupin explained, “When I met Yuma, I was running after her, because she'd stolen my wallet. Not to mention, places like that do not like juvenile delinquents running around. They're all used to the upper-crust society, and they probably didn't want to lose a good reputation. It's not good for business.”

 

“I know, Lupin,” said Fujiko, exasperated, “but that doesn't give them any right to treat her the way they did. She didn't even look like a street kid! I had done up her make-up, her clothes, everything. By the time I was finished with her, she did look upper-crust.”

 

“Fujiko, some people are just cruel,” said Lupin, walking up and stroking Yuma's hair, “There's not much we can do about that.”

 

Yuma stirred a little and gave a small moan, opening her eyes as she woke from her doze. She looked up, inquiring, “Lupin?”

 

“Hey, Yuma,” he said softly, “How are you?”

 

“I'm doing better,” she admitted, “but my ankle feels kinda' funny.”

 

“I'll bet it does,” said Lupin, “You fractured it while falling down the steps in the mall.”

 

“Oh,” Yuma said softly.

 

“Lupin?” asked Fujiko, “I'm going to leave her alone for a while.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I figured you might want to talk to her alone,” said Fujiko, “get things figured out while she's here.”

 

“Alright,” said Lupin, puzzled, “fine by me.” Once Fujiko left, Lupin looked at Yuma. Something was going on that he didn't know about. Her face was slightly flushed. “Yuma?” asked Lupin, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

 

Yuma was strangely silent, her cheeks blushing a slightly brighter pink, bordering on a light red. Then, she spoke up, softly asking, “How do you feel about younger women?”

 

Lupin laughed, “Funny you should ask that question. I've been with quite a few different women. Some were near 40, and some were a little over 16 or 17.” He looked at her and smiled good-naturedly, “I don't know. Personally, I really don't care what age they are, so long as it's over 16. Cutting it too close, I know, but in America, that the consenting age.”

 

“How -“ asked Yuma, cutting herself off, then speaking up again, “how do you feel about … me?” The last part was almost too quite for Lupin to make out.

 

He looked at her for a long time, his face reflecting his emotions. He looked as if he were frustrated about something. His look changed to one of an almost unrecognizable longing, as if it were only just hidden below the surface of an unreadable mask. He broke the silence, “I believe that you are a very special young lady,” he explained, “who deserves to be loved and respected, one that is sensitive and smart, who has had a very rough life.” He stopped for a moment, then said, “Yuma, I have to admit that I'm attracted to you, even having affections towards you, but I don't know if it's wise to act on those feelings. I might hurt you, and I don't want to do that.”

 

“How?” asked Yuma, “Why?”

 

Lupin gave a small sigh, “It's not like I would purposely do anything to break your heart, Yuma-chan. It's just that … I like my women. I have never stayed in a relation ship where I've had less than two women in my life at the same time. Jealousy can be a very ugly thing, and breaks up most relationships if it's not handled carefully. Yuma, I really like you. I may even love you. But I don't know if it's such a wise idea for us to be sleeping together.”

 

“I see,” she said softly, then asking, “Is there something wrong with me?”

 

“No,” said Lupin, “There's nothing wrong with you at all. Things are just a little complicated.”

 

“I'm not expecting you to be with only me,” said Yuma, “You can be with whoever you want. I just don't want to be ignored.”

 

“And you wouldn't be,” said Lupin, “but I don't think you know what you're asking. The situation, itself, could turn into a very messy one, if something were to go wrong, and I don't want that to happen.”

 

“But it's about chance, isn't it?”

 

“What's about chance?” Lupin asked.

 

“Relationships,” said Yuma, “Both people have to make an effort for it to work. Besides, how do you know that I'll get jealous?”

 

“Most women would,” replied Lupin.

 

“Well, not me,” said Yuma, “Not me, not unless she's treating me like garbage, which, in that case, I would either expect her to shape up, leave, or I would leave.”

 

“Sex can make things complicated,” said Lupin sagely, “believe me, I know.”

 

“Lupin,” said Yuma, unsure if this was the right time to be saying anything like this,

`you're talking to a girl who has had multiple sex partners, girls, at that.”

 

Lupin looked at her in disbelief, “What?”

 

“Damn,” muttered Yuma, “knew I shouldn't have said anything!”

 

“No, no!” said Lupin quickly, “It's not that! It's just that it's surprising to hear something like that from you. I mean, you're more of the shy type.”

 

“There's a lot of things about me that you don't know,” said Yuma softly

 

Lupin looked at her. It was just so tempting. She was beautiful, and she had a great personality, not to mention, upon hearing about her sex-life, things might get interesting. After all, he and Fujiko had done something like that a few times before, and it could be quite satisfying. After all, he liked his women. But she was just so fragile! He wouldn't want to do anything that would break her heart. Still, it was worth a shot.

 

“Alright,” said Lupin softly, “but no sex until that ankle has healed, okay?”

 

“Okay,” said Yuma smiling, suddenly feeling warm.

 

Sitting on the hospital bed, Lupin slowly and carefully put his mouth to hers. The kiss was slow, and passionate, lasting for about five minutes before they broke it apart. Yuma gave a small murmur when they parted.

 

“I like that,” she said softly, “You're a good kisser.”

 

“You're not so bad, yourself,” he looked at her, planting a small peck on her lips.

 

“When are we going to be going home?” asked Yuma.

 

“I'll be staying here, tonight,” said Lupin, “and we leave back to house tomorrow. Don't worry. I don't have another heist coming up, so there shouldn't be a problem.” He smiled at her, and she laughed a little.

 

That night, as Yuma drifted off to sleep, she knew that she could finally rest easy, with the knowledge that, for once, nothing was going to go wrong.

 

As for Lupin, he couldn't wait to take her home, and when her ankle was healed, things were going to be a little wilder in the house, to say the least. He grinned. He was going to love this, and, if he could help it, she was going to, as well.