Tainted Time | By : InspectorZenigata Category: +G to L > Lupin III Views: 3647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He was being frivolous. He knew it, but didn't care.
Six days. Six days, and thankfully two rainy nights, he had been without water. And with no explanation, this morning, Joe had brought him a small pitcher of the life giving liquid.
Smiling broadly, he took another drink. God, that was good. Better then the sock water that had kept him going the last couple days. Whistling, the thief dipped the other sock into the pitcher. Sure, it was going to taint the water a little bit, but after what he had been drinking, nothing could be worse.
Grimacing in pain as he dabbed at the crop of open sores on his arm, Lupin eyed the wounds, deciding which got cleaned, and which waited until there was more water. He knew none of the water should be used thusly, but he didn't know how much longer he would be in here, and sure as hell didn't want to die from infection. That would look real great on his gravestone
“A. Lupin the third, Master Thief Lies here. Kicked it from a few owwies” he laughed, mocking himself out loud. He be damned if that was going to be written anywhere.
The water, while a godsend, was only a solution to one problem. Wiping some grit from a particularly nasty gash on his leg, the thief eyed a small pile of stay leafs. A couple days ago, bored out of his overactive mind, he had gathered up all the debris in his cute little hut from hell and sorted it into piles. Leafs on the left, Rotting whatnots on the right, Mud in the middle. And right now the pile of leaves was starting to look more then a little appealing.
Licking his lips, he wondered for a second if it would be worth it to eat them. Not too many. And they were quite dry. “Leaf Jerky.” He quipped, reaching out for a large one.
To be reduced to this… If his dad was dead, the bastard would have been rolling in his grave. Lupin sighed and sat the pseudo food down in front of him. He wanted to leave so bad. Every sensible part of him wanted to kick his ass for still being there. But he couldn’t high tail it out of this hell. Not without Pops.
The last word from Marge had been less then encouraging. Infection had set in. He was better now; it had been staved off with a shitload of antibiotics. But the cop had been reduced back to an extremely weakened state. It would be, by Lupin’s judgment, at least another week or more before he would dare to draw the old man out of here.
He knew why they were waiting, waiting to use Zenigata against him. To have him fully healed, he would last longer under the same tortures that Lupin had been subject to. It wouldn’t take much of his best foes pain to make him spill it all. The sad part was he knew Pops would beat the crap out of him for giving in.
He was pretty sure that Zenigata could hold his own. Maybe not as long as he could, but then again... Well, the cop wouldn’t be easy to break. But to watch them try would break the thief.
Another week… “Ill try for ya Pops… I promise. But I don't know if I can handle another week of this.” God it hurt to admit it, to say it out loud. Leaning against the wall, the thief picked up the abandoned leaf and licked it. Tasted like a dead leaf. Odd, he never knew what one would taste like, but there were no other words to describe the flavor.
Bracing himself, Lupin took a bite. The dried foliage crumbled in his mouth, adhering to his teeth and roof of his mouth. Damn it.
Suddenly, the world seemed to spill backwards and the midday sky stared down at him, as surprised to see him, as he was to see it. “What the hells in this?” He asked, looking the half eaten leaf over. Shrooms, yes he had heard of those, but mind altering maple leaves? That was new to him.
“God Damn it Lupin! You look like shit! Why the hell are you still here?” A gruff voice admonished. “Are you eating a leaf?!”
“And he speaks of the food I eat.” A more quiet voice joined in, as dry as the “food” still clinging in his mouth.
What the hell? “Goemon, Jigen?” Lupin sat up from the piece of wall he was laying on, casting an eye to the new door in his prison. Brushing himself off, he stood, albeit on shaky legs. “To what the hell do I own the honor of this visit? Not conjugal, I hope.”
“You wish.” Jigen grumbled, “Trust me, even if Goemon wouldn’t kick my ass, you still would never be on my list.”
“So is the happy couple just out on a stroll and decided to stop by? Sorry about the shabby conditions, but I wasn't expecting company, you see.”
“Cut the crap Lupin. You’re leaving whether you want to or not.” Goemon stepped forward, offering a helping shoulder to Lupin as Jigen spoke. “No thanks, I rather like it here.” He backed up, back into the dark hole.
All the humor slipped from Lupin’s face as both men moved towards him. “Damn it! I'm not going! I have to stay here! Don't make me hurt you guys! Please!” He pleaded/threatened as they continued the forward movement.
“You’re too weak to do anything of the such Lupin. We can’t allow you to stay here any longer.” Goemon stated, voice calm.
“I know you think it’s your friggin fault Pops got hurt, but you can’t kill yourself to save him. No matter what you may feel for him.”
Lupin’s backwards dance faltered at the Gunman’s words. Stumbling, he fell to the pressed dirt floor, to surprised to feel the pain the hard landing sent through him. How? How did he know? Maybe he was reading into it. He had always thought of Pops as sort of a friend. Maybe that was what Jigen spoke of… maybe….
“You don't understand! I Cant leave him here! If I do, they’ll kill him! And I don't want him to to die! I never wanted him dead, and I'm sure as hell not going to let him get killed now! Not after-“ he stopped, quickly aware he had said too much. Lupin found he was shaking, a potent mix of fear, anger and confusion moving through him.
“Not after what you two shared in the hut, right Lupin?” Jigen said softly, face hidden under the angled hat as he leaned against the wall.
All the false courage and anything else keeping him going seemed to dissolve at his friends quiet words. How could they? How did they? He couldn’t even form a complete thought to address his shock.
“Lupin, you can’t hide things from us. We know you too well.” Goemon reached out again. “Come, you need looking after. I fear for some of those wounds.”
“Back off!” Lupin snarled, yanking himself out of the samurais reach. “I'm not going anywhere! Do you hear me Jigen?” He shouted to the gunman, not caring if his loud tones would carry to the camp around them. “I'm not goi-“ The words cut off as something slammed into the back of his head.
Lights exploded in his vision as Lupin tipped forward, crash landing face first into the pile of rotting whatnots.
“Forgive me.” Goemon intoned as he returned the sword back to its resting spot against his side.
“Don't bet on it.” The gunman grinned at his love and laughed harshly. “He’s gonna hate us both for the longest friggin time.” A few long strides and he beside the downed man.
“What did they do to you?” He asked in a hushed voice, slinging the thief over one shoulder.
They had been trying their hardest to break him, Jigen could tell that. He felt so light… like there was nothing to him. “Come on, let’s get him out of here.”
As silently as they arrived, the pair left with their precious cargo. Slipping into the forest and disappearing.
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