|| Lupin The Third || Oneshots

Gratitude (G x F)

Goemon yawns softly, his eyes slowly blinking awake.

He turns his head towards the sliver of sunshine peeking through the crack of the sliding door, smelling the morning dew outside with the birds chirping early. The samurai nuzzles his cheek into the pillow momentarily and closes his eyes again, enjoy the peaceful moment of prosperity.

Unexpectedly, a feminine arm, not of his own, reaches across his torso.

Fujiko hums in comfort, giving a warm sigh as she snores softly on top of him, as if he was just part of the futon.

"AGH!"

He quickly pushes Fujiko away and leaps out of the futon, stealing the blanket along with. He hides his torso in fear he may be naked underneath. To his luck, he's not, yet forgot to account for Fujiko, who would be much more likely to be naked underneath any bed sheet for that matter.

Goemons eyes widen, his face furiously blushing before he hides it with the blanket, recognizing that the waking Fujiko was, indeed, naked.

"Goeeemonnn," Fujiko whines sleepily, before yawning, stretching, and relaxing back into the warm futon.

"Come on Goemon, five more minutesss!"

"D-Did we?—I-I don't.."
Goemon stutters, unsure why he found himself sleeping besides the naked fem fatale.

Fujiko turns her face towards Goemon, a small smile crawling on her face as she nuzzles into his pillow. Goemon can barely take a glimpse at it, fearful of seeing the rest of her body.

"It's alright Goemon," Fujiko says with a seductive sinister voice. "Join me and I'll make you remember~"

"Never!"
Goemon out right refused, turning away and completely throwing off Fujikos sensual vibes, so much so that she springs up from the futon angrily.

"Wait— Goemon!"
Fujiko calls out in frustration, yet the samurai quickly makes his escape through another sliding door. "At least give back the blanket!"

She only hears Goemons feet thumping around the traditional Japanese building, him scourging around for his usual clothes.

"Tch, unbelievable."
Fujiko mutters to herself before retrieving a hairband from under her pillow. She stands up on the traditional Japanese futon and makes herself a ponytail. She then starts following Goemons cake walk around the house.

"Goeeemonnnn!" She yells for, stomping around, hearing the slamming of sliding doors from herself and the samurai somewhere in the cultural household.
"Goemon let me explain myself!"

She goes to open another sliding door, but it doesn't budge, noting that Goemon was holding on the other side with his finger tips.

"Put something on first!" Goemon yells back with a face as red as a tomato from embarrassment.

Fujiko pouts grumpily. "Then give me something to wear!" She answers back.

Hesitantly, Goemon slides the door open partially to reveal the blanket that he stole. He does not dare to peak at her.

"H-Here. Take this."

Fujiko snorts at how cute and silly this seems.

"Thank you very much."
She takes the blanket and wraps it around her body, making sure to tuck in the ends around her breasts so that it stays on like a dress.
"Alright!"

Fujiko bursts the sliding door wide open, making the samurai take two or three steps back as she enters the dimly lit room. The two make eye contact as Fujiko takes a hold of Goemons wrist.