|| Lupin The Third || Oneshots

All That's Special (L x J)

(Small references to The Woman Called Fujiko + Part 1)

"Ya know what I don't get about you vampires?"

Jigen asks before blowing out a cloud of smoke, tapping his cigarette over the ashtray.

Lupin smirks, rotating his small cup of gin on rocks upon the small round wooden table made for the company of two. His devilish eyes flirtatiously looks for Jigens, who's own eyes hides under a hat.

"What is it?" He asks with a curious grin.

Jigen leans back in his chair.
"You bats wear a cloak without a hood."

His hand gestures to Lupins black cloak thats red underneath.

"I mean, you're all allergic to the sun, but wear a loose piece of cloth that can't even protect your head.
What's the point of the damn thing?
Put on a hat on for god sake."

"Whaaaat it's pretty!"
Lupin suggests to be an answer as he waves part of cloak around, the inner red satin shining periodically from the dim lanterns and candles around the quiet, near-empty bar.

Jigen merely shakes his head and steals back his cup from the thief.

"You confuse me."
He says as finishes the drink and slams it on the table. Lupin frowns and points a long delicate finger nail towards the gunman.

"Well what about you?" Lupin asks back.

"Alcohol does nothing for you, not even a buzz!
What are you after, the taste?
Or just to look cool?"

Jigen grits his teeth in annoyance. Even in his human form he has no way to hide the perfection and sharpness of his canines.

"I am cool."
Jigen grumbles, smashing his bent cigarette into the ashtray as his answer sends Lupin cackling hysterically in amusement.

"It's not often for the likes
of our kind to get along, is it?"
Lupin asks with a breathless sigh as he wipes away laughing-tears.

"Not exactly."
Jigen answers with a disappointed sigh, now rotating his own cup left with ice. It sucks to be at the opposite ends of people's expectations, especially if it gives you a hard time in life in general.

Lupin gives a hopeful grin and gets up from his chair with his hands on the table, catching the werewolf's attention.

"Well then lets get a move on! Rather not keep that ghost and siren waiting, we have a place to rob."

"You better get me something special
for paying our drinks tonight."
Jigen off-handedly threatens as he gets up and leaves a couple dollars on the table under his cup.

Lupin grins to himself, keeping the comment in mind.

...

The town was small, rugged, and old: the buildings dating as far back as the 70s with little to no modern renovations. Yet it gives the small insignificant place some class, character, mystery, perfect for the world of humans and monsters. Or just peculiar humans, for those majority who don't believe in such mystical creatures. Infamous ex-officer and monster hunter, Koichi Zenigata, may say otherwise.