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Just My Luck (J x Z)

(Jigen x Zenigata aNotHa rArE oNe)

"God this place reeks,"

Zenigata mutters to himself as he walks down a beat of street of old apartments stinking with cigarettes and weed at the dead of night. His new temporary placement in the apartment isn't completely convenient but at least it's right next to the big city where everything is bustling, including crime.
And Lupin.

"Ugh.."

Zenigata whips his head at the sudden groan coming down the alley way right beside his apartment red-brick building, the concrete steps leading up to the blue door.
He peeps his head and looks down.

Probably just some homeless man... or another one of those s—

He hears a sudden scuffle, as if someone was struggling to get up. He then hears more rustling and grunting, then all goes silent.

"Sonofabitch..."
Jigen grumbles to himself with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, holding his bleeding side with one hand while his other looks for a lighter.

"Where'd my..."

A sudden flicker of a flame illuminates Jigens rugged face.

"Need a lighter, Jigen!?"

The marksman looks up to see none other than the inspector snickering sinisterly back at him. Jigen only stares up from under his hat, his free hand no longer flinching to grab his magnum.

"Ah, pops."

Zenigata smiles enticingly.

"You wouldn't have happened to see Lupin by any chance?"

"Maybe if I wasn't bleeding out I'd tell ya."

"Well I—w-wh-what
whatwhatwhat?!"

Zenigata points the flame down to see Jigen gripping his side staining his purple shirt that gives the strong smell of iron.

"Ji-Jigen!"

Without a second thought, Zenigata quickly uses his free hand to wrap around Jigen and gently lift him up.

"What are you—OW."

The marksman groans and grimaces in pain, but lets the inspector help him, entrusting that he won't be sent to the police right away.

"Here, lemme take you inside, I live close by," Zenigata suggests.

"Argh, ..Works for me," Jigen responds groggily.

Perfect bait for Lupin!
He can never leave his marksman behind unless he was held against his will!

And even so... hey.. he's pretty light and skinny. What kinda diet is the guy on?
He seems so worn out too...

Zenigata puts his lighter away while helping Jigen out of the alleyway and up the concrete steps. He pulls out his keys and fumbles with it to find the right one. Jigen looks up and around the dated compacted slump.

"You live in this dump?"

"Tch—i-it's temporary."
Zenigata mutters, blushing in embarrassment that he plays off as annoyance as he unlocks the door.

"Let's get you fixed up."

Jigen only grunts in response as they enter the household.

Zenigata gently kicks the door shut, locks it, flicks the lights on, and helps the limping man into the kitchen, resting him carefully onto a chair standing next to the dinner table. Jigen slouches and leans his head back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling with a sweaty face.