|| Lupin The Third || Oneshots

Boyfriend (J x F)

(minor reference to Lupin III: The Princess of The Breeze, oooooo rare ship)

Fujiko dashes onto the disco dance floor, glancing  the crowded room, looking for a familiar face, or at least a friendly one.

A large cloaked figure with bright abundant of blonde hair is trying to get into the crowd after work two figures just as large behind them.

Nervously, Fujiko mingles into the crowd, trying to see if she can loose them within the flashing colorful lights. She saw between a couple dancing a bar not too far away.

A quick glance was all she needed.

The fem fetal ducks her head within the crowd, weaving through as quick as she could in her red pumps. She finally pops out of the crowd, seeing a small room of empty chairs, tables, and bottles, and farther, empty bar stools. Except for one.

"Jigen!"
She calls out as she runs over. Jigen turns around with a drink of scotch in its hand, confused.

"Fujiko?"

The cat burglar quickly links her arm around Jigens and draws herself close to him.

"You're my boyfriend now!" She says closest to his face.

He backs his face away, even more confused. "What!?"

Fujiko glances back at the crowd, the three cloaked people still trying to get through the crowd. It seems that people have mistaken them as friends of the DJ.

Fujiko quickly makes a tear in her tight red dress, giving it a slit against her thigh. She gets a pair of black rimmed glasses out of her hair along with a hair tie. She quickly throws the glasses on and begins braid her hair hastily.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jigen asks.

"Giving myself a disguise. Gimme that jacket!" Fujiko demands.

"What? My—?"

"Give it!"

"Okay! Okay!"

The gunman reluctantly takes off his jacket just as Fujiko finishes her braid. Throws the jacket on, she almost looks like a different person.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"
A booming voice says just as they're leaving the crowd.

"Shit!" Jigen mutters looking across the small dining area separating them. He feels a sudden tug from his tie.

"C'mere!"

Fujiko swiftly brings Jigen into a kiss. She takes Jigens hand and places it on her hips. She then wraps her arms around Jigens head and leans in with her kiss, trying to look more passionate.

Yet Jigen doesn't kiss back. He only sits there awkwardly feeling Fujiko's lips smearing onto his. He holds his lips tightly shut when he can tell Fujiko was trying to make the kiss more intimate.

In his peripheral, the three large cloaked individuals glancing at them, then glances away in search of the supposedly lone Fujiko.

"Search the back counter."
The blonde one says to the others.

Fujiko momentarily pulls away, a smudge of lipstick on Jigens lips, who frowns in disgust.

"Kiss me back!" She whisper yells.

"Why should I, they seemed convinced."
Jigen mumbles back.

Then, from under his fedora, he makes eye contact with the blondie.
Under the shadow of the platinum bangs were bright red eyes that shined like rubies. The last time he stared into a pair of red eyes, he was hypnotized into killing a samurai with a baby on his back. It sends a shiver down his spine; he can tell that whoever that was, was seriously going to kill both of them if given the chance.