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Everything starts out quite fine. Jigen is driving back to the hideout, after going to the market. Why, those groceries weren't going to buy themselves now. He also needs to be back because Lupin, Goemon and even Fujiko are waiting so then they can discuss their most recent plan.
Parking the car near the entrance, Jigen smiles as he steps out of the car, one bag on each arm as he walks to the main entrance. He opens up the knob with his elbow and pushes the door open with his shoulder, looking down at the groceries so then he doesn't let them fall.
"Oi, Lupin, I swear. That place was crazy. If you saw the size of the li-" Jigen says loudly, shifting his gaze from the bags to the main hall, only to be greeted by a gruesome sight, making his eyes as wide as plates.
There is blood. Everywhere. On the walls, the furniture, the floor... But more shocking than the amount of blood on the room are the three bodies sprawled there, each one in a position, clearly lifeless.
Lupin, Goemon and Fujiko.
Jigen instantly drops the bags on the floor and runs to Fujiko, who's closer to him. He almost trips on his own two feet as he move towards the couch where she's laying.
"FU-FUJIKO! Hey! S-Say something! Anything!" He shakes her, his hands trembling as panic starts to set in. There are way too many bullet wounds to her chest, her hair, always perfect, is a total mess and it's stained in blood. Her Browning is lying by her side, all the bullets still in it. She didn't even have time to react.
"C'mon now, say something. Te-Tell me I'm an idiot... t-that you hate me... Please... Anything..." He slaps her face lightly, to no avail. It's clear he isn't getting an answer and, when he pulls her wrist and there's is no pulse whatsoever, realization starts to down on him really fast, as he leaves her and rushes to where Goemon is.
He has to turn the samurai around, who is laying on his stomach on a pool of his own blood. As soon as Jigen sees the front of Goemon's body, it's clear that he won't be responding either.
"Go-Goemon... how could anyone... No... C'mon... open your eyes... DO SOMETHING!" The gunman holds the other man's hand strongly. The only hand he has free that is. Goemon's other hand is still clutching to his sword, even though it looks like it had been stained by the samurai's own blood. Like Fujiko's gun, it wasn't used for anything.
"This... this isn't happening." Jigen can feel his mind getting clouded, the grip on his friend's hand getting stronger. "It can't be..."
Still knelling next to Goemon, Jigen looks at Lupin not to far, lifeless eyes open wide as he just sits there, next to a wall, body hunched over.
The gunman gathers enough strength to let go off the samurai's hand and starts to almost crawl on the thief's direction, his legs too weak to keep him standing.
"Lu... Lupin..." Jigen says in a shaky voice, as he touches his partner's hand. His stomach twists when he feels how cold his hand actually is.
"For the love of... Please... No... This can't be... This isn't real." He gets closer, hand resting on Lupin's shoulder. "F-Fuck, Lupin, don't you fucking do that to me."
Pulling the other man by the shoulder, Jigen pulls him closer, shaking him almost frantically.
"NO. You can't be dead too. You can't die, remember? You told me that when we met! NO ONE CAN FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Without any warning, Jigen's whole body starts to tremble and tears start to flow from his eyes, as he stares into Lupin's lifeless eyes, hoping, waiting for them to come back to life at any minute.
But they don't. And nor Goemon nor Fujiko show sings of waking up either.
Jigen finally let go off Lupin's shoulders, his stomach turning too much right now, as he turns around and can't help but throw up. He's invaded by such a heart-wrenching feeling his body doesn't even know how to react to that. He never felt so crushed before in all of his life.
"No... This can't be... I'm all alone again... No... I don't want to. I want them back... I... Don't want to be lonely... They need to be alive." Jigen murmurs in between sobs, now crying almost uncontrollably, hands pressed against the bloody floor as his eyes become blurrier and blurrier with the tears.
He closes his eyes and the dream goes black, with only his unconfined crying filling the air.
Parking the car near the entrance, Jigen smiles as he steps out of the car, one bag on each arm as he walks to the main entrance. He opens up the knob with his elbow and pushes the door open with his shoulder, looking down at the groceries so then he doesn't let them fall.
"Oi, Lupin, I swear. That place was crazy. If you saw the size of the li-" Jigen says loudly, shifting his gaze from the bags to the main hall, only to be greeted by a gruesome sight, making his eyes as wide as plates.
There is blood. Everywhere. On the walls, the furniture, the floor... But more shocking than the amount of blood on the room are the three bodies sprawled there, each one in a position, clearly lifeless.
Lupin, Goemon and Fujiko.
Jigen instantly drops the bags on the floor and runs to Fujiko, who's closer to him. He almost trips on his own two feet as he move towards the couch where she's laying.
"FU-FUJIKO! Hey! S-Say something! Anything!" He shakes her, his hands trembling as panic starts to set in. There are way too many bullet wounds to her chest, her hair, always perfect, is a total mess and it's stained in blood. Her Browning is lying by her side, all the bullets still in it. She didn't even have time to react.
"C'mon now, say something. Te-Tell me I'm an idiot... t-that you hate me... Please... Anything..." He slaps her face lightly, to no avail. It's clear he isn't getting an answer and, when he pulls her wrist and there's is no pulse whatsoever, realization starts to down on him really fast, as he leaves her and rushes to where Goemon is.
He has to turn the samurai around, who is laying on his stomach on a pool of his own blood. As soon as Jigen sees the front of Goemon's body, it's clear that he won't be responding either.
"Go-Goemon... how could anyone... No... C'mon... open your eyes... DO SOMETHING!" The gunman holds the other man's hand strongly. The only hand he has free that is. Goemon's other hand is still clutching to his sword, even though it looks like it had been stained by the samurai's own blood. Like Fujiko's gun, it wasn't used for anything.
"This... this isn't happening." Jigen can feel his mind getting clouded, the grip on his friend's hand getting stronger. "It can't be..."
Still knelling next to Goemon, Jigen looks at Lupin not to far, lifeless eyes open wide as he just sits there, next to a wall, body hunched over.
The gunman gathers enough strength to let go off the samurai's hand and starts to almost crawl on the thief's direction, his legs too weak to keep him standing.
"Lu... Lupin..." Jigen says in a shaky voice, as he touches his partner's hand. His stomach twists when he feels how cold his hand actually is.
"For the love of... Please... No... This can't be... This isn't real." He gets closer, hand resting on Lupin's shoulder. "F-Fuck, Lupin, don't you fucking do that to me."
Pulling the other man by the shoulder, Jigen pulls him closer, shaking him almost frantically.
"NO. You can't be dead too. You can't die, remember? You told me that when we met! NO ONE CAN FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Without any warning, Jigen's whole body starts to tremble and tears start to flow from his eyes, as he stares into Lupin's lifeless eyes, hoping, waiting for them to come back to life at any minute.
But they don't. And nor Goemon nor Fujiko show sings of waking up either.
Jigen finally let go off Lupin's shoulders, his stomach turning too much right now, as he turns around and can't help but throw up. He's invaded by such a heart-wrenching feeling his body doesn't even know how to react to that. He never felt so crushed before in all of his life.
"No... This can't be... I'm all alone again... No... I don't want to. I want them back... I... Don't want to be lonely... They need to be alive." Jigen murmurs in between sobs, now crying almost uncontrollably, hands pressed against the bloody floor as his eyes become blurrier and blurrier with the tears.
He closes his eyes and the dream goes black, with only his unconfined crying filling the air.