#we need one with small silly goemon next

[hemingway-papers]

I don’t wanna draw anything hard today I wanna draw the gang as small creatures that love goemon

[pinnithin-writes]

The First: Aftermath (Part 4)

A collaborative work between myself and @reneethecyborg on what happened after Lupin III: The First. Part 4 of 4, 1405 words.

The pain after a heist is nothing new to Lupin. It’s part of the job. There’s always the stab in his hips from running and jumping and climbing, the ache in his shoulders from pushing and pulling and carrying, the throb in his wrists from drawing schematics and fiddling with locks, the headache from too many all-nighters spent planning and replanning and planning some more. It’s usually not quite this extreme, but still, these things come with the territory. Besides, some broken bones and angry joints are a small price to pay if it means the entire world is no longer in jeopardy.

At least the worst is over. And now the three of them are away from that whole mess, holed up in some hideout or another. Lupin’s pretty sure it’s one of his, based on what little he’s seen of the decor since they arrived, but these places all sort of bleed together in the post-work haze of pain and exhaustion. It’s been raining on and off since they got here (a few hours ago? yesterday? the day before?), which is nice. Would be nicer if he could sit by the window and watch, but the sound of it hitting the roof is almost as good. Goemon says hearing the rain is better, because of course he does.

The bed is also nice, though Lupin’s starting to resent being trapped in it. Big enough for all of them, with the pillows Goemon likes and the thick comforter Jigen likes. Now that Jigen’s back from his outing to town, he’s seen fit to make himself comfortable in his usual spot to Lupin’s right. “So,” he says, fluffing his pillow and propping it up so he can lean against the headboard, “I went and called Zenigata like you wanted, Lupin.”

“And?”

“Sounds like he’s up to his ears cleaning this up. I had to call five times before I got through.” Jigen smacks his pillow a few more times before he seems satisfied with it. “Told the receptionist I had information on the whereabouts of the Lupin gang, Zenigata’s ears only.”

Goemon goes ‘hm’ from his typical spot sitting cross-legged to Lupin’s left. “I suppose solving crimes generates a lot of paperwork.”

After several seconds of shuffling around, Jigen seems to find the most comfortable configuration of limbs and gets settled. “I told him to take a month or two off after this.”

“Wait, what? Why? That’s—” Taking a deep enough breath to get more than a few words out isn’t pleasant, but the great Lupin III won’t be silenced by a petty little thing like broken ribs. “That’s kind of unfair, isn’t it? Pops won’t be ready for our next job.”

The look Jigen aims his way would be scathing, if it weren’t coming from a guy lounging in his pajamas (who even wears nightshirts in this century?). “Hey, Lupin. Quick question. When, exactly, do you think our next job is going to be?”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. But he’s being given a chance to save himself! How merciful. “...Not for another month or two?”

“Alright, good. Just making sure we have an understanding. You sounded kind of confused for a second there.” Jigen’s old mob ties come out in the strangest ways sometimes. With that, he does what Lupin sometimes mentally refers to as a big ol’ stretch, holding the pose until his back cracks. “The way I see it, none of us are doing jack shit for the next while—” he throws another pointed glance Lupin’s way, which Lupin dutifully pretends not to notice— “so we might as well let Pops off the hook too. He deserves a break, what with all the hell we put him through.”

Goemon nods sagely. “We do torment him quite often.”

He does have a point. Lupin can’t deny that they hassle Pops perhaps a bit more than necessary. “Yeah, but it’s good for him. Builds character.” It’s also made him a lot more crafty, but that’s the price you pay sometimes. Jigen’s very good stretch over there is making Lupin excessively aware of how stiff he’s gotten lying here all day; he makes a tentative attempt at stretching his arms, but that one shoulder muscle he can never remember the name of seizes up on him almost instantly.

In a perfect world, nobody would notice, but Jigen and Goemon have both very obviously noticed. Jigen manages to replicate his classic look of squinting at Lupin from under his hat, but it’s distinctly less threatening from under a nightcap. “You’ve been on bedrest half a day and you’re already pushing it, huh?”

“I’m fine. Just a spasm.” Everything’s back in its proper place now—insofar as it can be—but his joints still feel like they might fall apart again at a moment’s notice, and every muscle he can think of is either unbelievably sore or drawn so taut he can barely move without hurting himself. That’s pretty much to be expected, after such a beating. It’s been a long time since someone’s pummeled him this bad. With luck, it’ll be a long time before it happens again.

Jigen doesn’t seem terribly convinced that it’s fine, judging by his expression. With some grunts befitting his status as the world’s oldest twenty-something, he shifts to prop himself up on one arm—Lupin wishes he could do that right now without breaking something—and pokes around at the muscles in Lupin’s shoulder with his free hand. Always careful, always gentle. If he weren’t so tired, Lupin would try to string together something about a sharpshooter using his hands for caring instead of killing. “Christ, man, it’s like you’re made of stone. I’d look for knots, but I think you’re all knot. Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It’s not that bad. Most of the time I don’t even notice.” He’s noticing now, but these are extenuating circumstances.

“I’m not sure I buy that. You need one of those massages where they jab you with their elbows.”

“Are you volunteering, Jigen?”

He was mostly joking, but Jigen pauses in his proddings like he’s genuinely thinking it over. “Sure, why not.” Goemon opens one eye to fix Jigen with a stern look. “Later, though. When your ribs won’t turn to dust.”

“Alright, deal. As long as you don’t poke any holes in me with those pointy elbows of yours.” Jigen goes ‘tch’, as is his wont. “Maybe I will. Might deflate your ego a bit.”

Touché. “I’m not sure you’re in any position to pass character judgments, monsieur chemise.” He takes a chance and waves a hand at Jigen’s silly little nightshirt; his wrist twinges and pops, but holds firm.

Another noise of annoyance from Jigen. His French might not be great, but he knows enough to know when he’s being insulted. “At least I don’t wear vinyl pants.”

“You leave my pants out of this!”

“You’re the one who started an argument about clothes. Not my fault you think vinyl pants and leather suit jackets are a good combo.”

Lupin loses track of his very strong and argument-winning retort when he notices Goemon chuckling quietly at the two of them bickering like children over their respective poor fashion choices. It’s nice to just sit around talking about nothing. Part of the routine, really. The work is done, and now they can relax. This time yesterday, Lupin wasn’t sure he’d be around to do this when the dust settled. “...Listen, guys. I’m sorry about how all this turned out.”

The mood shifts a little, but not in a bad way. Jigen and Goemon exchange a look for a moment before Goemon speaks. “Nobody among us is at fault. We simply need to formulate our plans more carefully in the future.”

That’s a very tactful way of putting it. “I probably should’ve let you talk me out of the Hitler thing.”

Jigen makes a noise akin to shrugging. “I think that part was alright. One of us just should’ve gone with you to kill that prick before he got violent, is all.”

He has a point. Lupin’s usually not a fan of killing anybody, but even he can admit that there was really no other way for his tussle with Geralt to end. ���Yeah, well. Next time.”

“There shouldn’t be a next time,” Jigen grumbles more than says.

“Sure, but with our luck? Within the year. Calling it now.”

“Well, now you jinxed it.”

Part 3 (by Pin) < --- Part 4 (by Cosma)

[theomotaku]

Trying to Hold All Day

(Goemon omo. Inspired by the imagine you've seen floating around omo blogs "Character with a small bladder getting teased about it and deciding to hold all day.")

They were in a nice hotel in a large-ish town in a nondescript part of the U.S. Goemon had gone to bed over an hour ago. Jigen and Lupin were still up, in the living room. Somehow, the conversation had become about Goemon, or more specifically, his small bladder. Lupin cracked a couple jokes about it. Jigen laughed then said they shouldn't joke like that. What if Goemon heard?

Goemon had heard. He hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he needed to use the restroom. He had gotten up and started to open the door when he heard what Lupin and Jigen were talking about. He'd show them! He got back in bed. He didn't need to go that bad anyway.

Goemon squirmed for a while, trying to get comfortable and go to sleep with his filling bladder. He managed to fall asleep eventually.

Goemon woke up the next morning with a wet diaper and a full bladder. Forgetting what he had heard last night, he rushed to the restroom to use the toilet and throw the diaper away. That's when he remembered last night. He would show Lupin and Jigen that he could control his bladder just as well as they could control theirs. He wasn't going to use the restroom all day! Oh well. This time didn't count, right? Everyone had to go when they woke up. Right?

When Goemon left the restroom, he noticed Jigen cooking breakfast in the kitchenette. It looked like he was almost done, but Goemon offered to help anyway.

"You can set out the plates," Jigen suggested, back to Goemon, still cooking. Goemon nodded and got the plates out. "Thanks," Jigen said as he turned around to face the samurai. "Guess we might as well start eating. Who knows when Lupin'll wake up." He picked up a plate and started putting food on it. Goemon followed suit.

Knowing it would go right through him, it took Goemon a minute to decide if he wanted tea like he usually has in the mornings. He thought he wouldn't really be proving anything if he changed his routine, but he knew it was would be a dumb move. He'd be desperate within an hour. He decided to have the tea. If he didn't, Jigen might ask questions, and he didn't have an answer other than the truth, which he didn't want them to know. With that in mind, he resigned himself to drink tea. He was dreading the rest of the day.

After breakfast, they put away the leftover food for Lupin, then went into the living room. Jigen stretched out on the couch and found a western movie on TV. Goemon sat near the wall to meditate.

Lupin woke up half an hour later.

"Morning, Lupin," Jigen greeted. "Breakfast's in the refrigerator."

"Morning, and thanks." Lupin went in the kitchen, heated up his food, and rejoined Jigen in the living room to eat.

Around two and a half hours later, Lupin got Goemon's attention. Goemon opened his eyes and looked up.

"Hey, we were thinking about going out for lunch. Where do you want to go?"

Goemon just stared for a moment. Didn't they know by now what his answer would be?

"There aren't any Japanese food restaurants near here," Lupin sighed, showing him his phone. It was a Google page showing the nearest Japanese food restaurants, all of which were more than an hour away, in other towns.

Goemon shrugged. He could find something he liked at the restaurant they chose or he could skip lunch.

Just then, his bladder made itself known. Oh, he had to go so bad! Skipping lunch didn't sound like a bad idea. At least he wouldn't have to drink anything and fill his bladder more. Don't think about it. Don't think about it! he told himself as his eyes slipped closed again. He couldn't show his desperation, either. Lupin and Jigen were usually understanding, but after last night, Goemon wasn't so sure. He didn't want to give Lupin more fuel to make fun of him. He wondered how often they did this behind his back.

Lupin noticed that Goemon looked uncomfortable. Without warning, he felt the samurai's face, checking for fever. Goemon opened one eye, giving him a What the hell are you doing? look.

"Sorry. You look sick. What's wrong?" Lupin explained.

Damn, was he that obvious? "I'm fine."

"Okay," Lupin said reluctantly. He didn't really believe him, but he would let it go for now. "You almost ready to go?"

Goemon was ready to go, but not in the sense Lupin meant. He was thinking about giving this up. He didn't think he'd last much longer. Maybe he should go before they leave? No. Surely, the restaurant will have a restroom if things got too bad. He stood up and gravity took its toll. Was he sure things weren't already too bad? No. He could do this!

Jigen went before they left, and Goemon felt a wave of jealousy that he could do it so casually while he, himself was dying. Lupin doesn't make jokes about Jigen to Goemon. That served to make him feel worse, reminding him that Lupin and Jigen seemed to have something with one another that he didn't have with either of them. He'd been with them a little over half a year, and they were nice enough, but at times, he still felt like an outsider.

They leave the hotel and get in the car, Goemon struggling to walk normally. He thought standing was bad. He thought walking was hard. Sitting back down was torture! It squished his bladder, but he managed to hold it, though he had to squeeze his legs together and resist the urge to squirm. Forget this silly holding all day idea! He would have to go at the restaurant.

After Jigen and Lupin arguing for ten minutes on where to go - Lupin wanted seafood, Jigen wanted a burger, - they decided on a buffet that advertised having a wide variety of food. Jigen Google Mapped it and helped Lupin navigate as the thief drove. It took another 20 minutes to get there, by which time, Goemon was bursting.

Goemon walked behind Lupin and Jigen, keeping his legs pressed together and hoping they wouldn't notice. They paid for their meals and got their drinks - during which Goemon was sure he would loose it, but somehow managed not to, squeezing his legs together as tightly as possible - then they went to choose a table. They chose a booth against a wall. Goemon took the inside of one seat and Jigen took that outside. Lupin took the half seat across from them. After they put down their drinks, they went to fill their plates.

Even though it was still hard to walk, Goemon was relieved to not have to see their drinks for a few minutes. He glanced toward the restrooms when he got near them and saw that that the men's was out of order. His bladder spaasmed and he felt like crying. He tried to forget his need and focus on finding something to eat. He managed to find a few things - mostly seafood. He went to sit down.

Jigen noticed something was off with Goemon. He had an idea, but he wasn't certain. The samurai had been meditating all morning, meaning he hadn't had a chance to use the restroom. Although... why didn't he go before they left? Shit, did he actually overhear us last night? Jigen wondered. Well, he's stubborn, but not dumb. He'll go if it gets too bad. That's when he saw the out of order sign on the men's room. Fuck! Poor guy's probably not going to make it back to the hotel dry. Maybe not even out of here. Jigen felt bad for laughing at Lupin's jokes. He had gotten every that looked good to him. He went to sit down.

Goemon was tense. He was sure Lupin and Jigen could both tell. He was sure this would end with him wetting himself, and he was no longer trying very hard to hide it. He had his legs crossed tightly under the table and he was sure Jigen knew what was going on. He just hoped he could make it through the meal and out of the restaurant.

Lupin noticed that Goemon was eating slowly and barely touching his drink. He was hardly looking at the table, mostly keeping his eyes downcast as if he was embarrassed or something.

Goemon was blinking back tears now. He just felt his first leak. He never had long when he started leaking. He leaked a couple of times while working up the courage to ask Jigen to let him out. He was going to just wait by the car. He knew he was going to wet, but he didn't want it to be in the restaurant.

Before Goemon could find his voice, Jigen got up to get seconds, or maybe desert. Goemon started sliding across the seat, planning to get up and dash outside, but it was too late. He got to where Jigen had been sitting then he froze as his bladder gave out. He shivered, starting to tear up. His urine quickly soaked through his hakama and spread all over the leather cushioned seat before spilling over onto the carpet. Tears were steaming down his face now, but his hands had gotten wet. He wasn't going to touch his face now.

Lupin knew what was happening. He waited until Goemon stopped peeing before going around to try to comfort him. He gently pulled on Goemon's shoulders to get him to get up. Goemon slid the rest of the way ot off the booth, pushing urine off the side, causing it to splash onto Lupin's shoes and the bottom of his pants legs.

"S-sorry," Goemon wept. Lupin just shook his head and pulled the younger man into a hug, telling him it's okay.

Jigen came back with a plate of desert. He noticed Lupin and Goemon standing, hugging, and people staring, some sympathetic, some judgmental, and a few people looking everywhere but at them. Jigen put his plate down on the table and placed a hand on Goemon's shoulder and tried to block a few people's view.

Goemon felt eyes on him. It made him feel worse. He hid his face in Lupin's shoulder.

"We should get him to the car," Jigen said softly to Lupin.

Lupin nodded. "Yeah. You take him. I'll take care of this." When Goemon didn't move, Lupin gently pushed him toward Jigen. "Goemon, go with Jigen. Don't worry about this."

Jigen wraped an arm around the younger man and led him outside. He got in the backseat with him and held him close, stroking his hair, letting him cry, trying to comfort him.

Lupin ran a hand through his hair. This was a huge mess, and he wasn't sure how to take care of it. He decided to get someone who worked there. He knew it was customary to tip here in America. He would give this poor employee $100 at least. He went to find someone.

In the car, Goemon had calmed down a little bit. Jigen was still holding him and stroking his hair.

"You heard us last night, didn't you?" he asked softly. He felt guilty.

Goemon nodded. Jigen sighed.

"That why you let things get this bad?"

"The restroom was out of order."

"You didn't go before we left the hotel."

Goemon didn't have an answer for that.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have been joking like that. We didn't mean anything by it, though. We certainly didn't want you to do something like this."

"It isn't your fault, Jigen." Goemon didnt blame Jigen. He didn't even blame Lupin. Yeah, they were joking about him, but they didn't make him do this. This happened because he was too weak. No matter how much he trained, mind or body, he'd never been able to conquer the obstacle of his bladder.

Lupin had found a manager. She wasn't happy when she saw the mess they left. Not just the urine, but all the food they wasted. She charged him $20 extra, and he paid it without complaint. He did say, though, that this probably wouldn't have happened if they had working restrooms. A few people from the nearby tables overheard and voiced their agreement. This made Lupin smile.

The manager showed a young busboy how to clean up the mess. Lupin gave the manager another $20 and then discreetly slipped the kid $100 like he planned to do. He went out to the car.

Lupin could guess why this happened. It wasn't just because the restroom was broken. In fact, it had very little to do with it. He was sure now that Goemon had heard his jokes last night, and had taken them personally. He felt really bad, like this was all his fault. Honestly, it kind of was.

Lupin had an idea. A way to try to make it up to Goemon. His bladder was starting to get full. He decided he would wet himself in the parking lot - he didn't want to give the restaurant another mess to clean up. He had to give a good show, though. He wanted it to look like an accident.

Lupin pressed his legs together as he walked out of the restaurant. As he started walking to the car, he put both hands between his legs and plastered on his best panicked look. He stopped walking halfway there and forced a little bit out. He did this another time before he reached the car. He reached for the door handle and let it all out, faking a shocked look and making his eyes water.

Jigen smiled inwardly. He knew Lupin's accident was probably fake. On the outside, he played the concerned friend he would be if it were real.

"Lupin!" Jigen squeezed Goemon's shoulder then got out to "comfort" the thief. "Hey, it's okay, come here." He pulled him into a hug.

Lupin relished Jigen's embrace for a minute, trying and failing to make the tears spill from his eyes. He hid his face in Jigen's shoulder instead, hoping Goemon would think he just stopped crying quickly.

Goemon watched in shock. Lupin had seemed fine in the restaurant, and they'd only been apart for 10 minutes or less. Did his need really get that bad that quickly? Somehow, Goemon doubted it. He had a feeling that Lupin's accident was a little more on purpose than he tried to make it look.

"Do you want me to drive?" Jigen asked softly, like he would if Lupin were genuinely upset.

Lupin shook his head, pulling back and wiping non-existent tears from his eyes. "N-no, I'll be fine," he said, trying to sound like someone who was trying to pretend to be okay.

Jogen wasn't sure what to do at first. He held Lupin close as he debated. He decided it would be more realistic if he insisted on driving. He hugged Lupin tight for a second before loosening his hold and saying, "Why don't you get in back with Goemon? You don't need to drive after something like this."

Lupin nodded and got in the back. Goemon, somewhat awkwardly, scooted over and wrapped an arm around Lupin's shoulders. Lupin smiled and leaned into the samurai. Jigen got in the driver's seat and drove off.

"That... wasn't a real accident, was it?" Goemon asked, looking Lupin in the eyes.

"What? Of course it was!" Lupin lied in what he hoped was believable embarrassment. "Why would I do something like that on purpose?"

"To make someone else feel better?" Goemon suggested softly, looking away and blushing.

"To ease guilt?" Jigen chimed in, amused.

"Damn, couldn't let me have this one, could you?" Lupin said, wrapping an arm around Goemon's waist. "I'm sorry for last night." He looked at Goemon.

For the first time today, Goemon smiled. "It's okay, Lupin."

When the car was parked at the hotel and they were getting out, Goemon realized, much to his dismay, that he had to go again. It wasn't urgent, but his wet clothes were tempting his exhausted bladder to just let go. He resisted the urge as they walked in.

When they got to their suite, Lupin told Goemon to get the first shower. He had been in wet clothes a lot longer than Lupin. Goemon might have put up more of a fight if he wasn't already struggling not to wet himself again. He quickly gathered his clean clothes and went into the restroom. He got undressed, used the toilet, and took a quick shower, knowing Lupin was probably uncomfortable in his own wet clothes. He quickly got dressed and left the restroom.

Lupin was waiting outside the restroom with clean clothes. He went in when Goemon came out. He showered, got dressed, and came out himself. Jigen and Goemon were both reading their own books. Lupin decided that reading did sound nice and got out a book of his own. The rest of the day passed without incident, and with Goemon using the restroom when he needed to instead of trying to hold it again.

[stealinghero]

May i get a story with zenigata spending time with his family and celebrating his one year old daughter birthday, during the celebration lupin and the gang comes by with gifts but zenigata goes to arrest him but his s/o stops him and tells him that lupin is her brother and he wanted to meet his niece

X3 This was so cute!!! And it had all of them in it! ^___^ Now I am happy.

“Look here, Yumiko!”

A light flashed and the proud father took a look on the photo of his daughter. “Isn’t she pretty?” he fawned over her.

“She has got your pretty eyes.”

The man blushed a bit, making you laugh about his silliness. You were married, had a beautiful and healthy baby girl and still he blushed from the smallest compliments.

“Isn’t it time for the cake?”

You were looking at your wrist watch. He had promised to come.

“Just wait a bit, her uncle isn’t here yet,” you told Zenigata with an apologetic smile. He always was working and hadn’t been able to meet his niece until now. Well, maybe he would miss his niece’s first birthday party, too. Even after the birth he had promised to come around, but instead you had gotten a message wishing you all the best and an apology that he couldn’t come because of work.

“I am curious about your brother, to be honest. Do you really think he will show up?” Zenigata knew about this problem, having never met your brother until now. On your wedding his place of honour was empty. At least you had gotten a present from him, a small private island fully yours to use. Now you just needed the free time to do so.

“He’s a busy man, Koichi,” you tried to defend him.

“He’s missing everything important in your life.”

“He’s still my brother.”

“Can money buy you happiness?”

You huffed. You had had this discussion for countless times. And you knew Zenigata was right in the end. Your brother did send you money or gifts on a regular basis, but you never got a call or even a visit.

“He will come!” You wanted to believe it.

“I’m bringing her to bed. Wait how long you want. He won’t show up,” his words were a bit annoyed, leaving a small threat what would happen if your brother should show up this time.

 With the small one sleeping her midday nap, you had time to prepare the cake and the pile of gifts when you wondered why your brother hadn’t sent a present. Maybe he really wanted to come?

Shaking your head at those wishful thinking, you went back to set the table for your small family.

The ringing of the doorbell was a shock and left you so surprised it was Zenigata who got to the door first, opening it, expecting a neighbour or something to congratulate the birthday girl.

“You.”

His reaction made you uneasy and you hurried to the door to see who or what had shocked him like that.

“Hey, Pops.”

That was your brother’s voice! You pushed your husband a bit to the side to finally see your family again.

“Lupin! You are arrested!!” Zenigata grabbed the collar of your brother, pulling him closer with a snarl.

“Lupin?!” You had heard the name a thousand times. The thief was the target of your husband and he had gotten away too many times. Why did your brother… no, wait. Why did your husband… what?!

A gun was directed at him and you shrieked in terror, fearing for your life.

“Jigen, don’t. Pops, listen!”

“I won’t listen to any lies you will tell me!”

Although the gun was lowered at the command of your brother, the gunman still stared at your husband who was standing in front of you to protect you.

“Please, just listen,” your brother pleaded him.

What was happening?!

A high pitched wail was heard when your daughter awoke and wanted attention. Zenigata’s head turned around for an instant, making him careless.

Your brother always had been a fast man, but this was too good for him to be nothing more than an investor! He had slapped Zenigata’s hand away, turned his wrist a bit and made him go to his knees.

“I am here to see my family and you stubborn old man won’t stop me, got it?!”

Shocked, you were unable to do anything.

Releasing him, your brother went past you inside your house and went straight to the bedroom of your daughter where you could hear him coo instantly.

“Jigen, Goemon. Look.”

He had your daughter in his arms and was completely changed. Carefully holding the small human he showed her to his two friends.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” he asked in a hushed tone, gently swaying her in his arms.

“Want to tell me something?” You had helped Zenigata back on his feet and were now watching your brother with his niece, holding your husband back with an iron grip on his arm.

“I should’ve told you before, right? But you were so happy and I couldn’t tell you anything.” With sure steps your brother went into the kitchen, looking for milk for his niece.

“Tell me this isn’t your brother.” Zenigata’s voice was ice.

“Where’s her milk? Is she drinking milk? Or water?” Lupin turned around and looked at you, grinning. “Or Whiskey?”

You followed him into the kitchen, showing him the milk, eying the other two, before going back to your husband who still stood in the hall, seething.

“Don’t touch me now,” he asked of you when you wanted to hug him.

“I didn’t know, Koichi.”

“You tell me you didn’t know your brother is a criminal?! And what’s more he’s the thief I have to arrest?!” He had been shouting at you. He never had done this before. You stepped back from him.

“Shout at her again and I will kill you.” Your brother still held your daughter, a nice picture, but his eyes told you this wasn’t an empty threat.

“Maybe you should explain yourself first, Lupin. It seems she doesn’t know about anything.” The shorter of the two friends had heated up the milk bottle and was now testing the warmth of the milk without flinching over the fight. He took your daughter carefully and began to feed her, walking out of the kitchen, settling in the living room with her.

Your brother let all this happen and then let out a heavy sigh.

“Zenigata, please. Let me explain. Jigen is right.”

His moves were automated as he went into the living room, followed by his other friend and you with your husband who had taken your hand into his.

After sitting down you eyed your brother. Who was he?!

“My name… well, it’s enough if my sister knows it. And it’s not Lupin. Not really at least.”

“I don’t care.” Zenigata still was angry at him.

“We were raised differently. She was sent to a boarding school for young women. And I…,” here he turned to face you. “I was raised to be a thief.”

You nodded. You knew the family history well enough. But why hadn’t he told you before?!

“I never wanted you to get in this mess I was in. I could never bear the burden of endangering you,” he admitted, scratching his neck in a sheepish manner.

“You told me you were an investor!” you said, wanting the truth. He had lied to you just to protect you? Your husband laughed mirthlessly.

“Investor. Sure.”

“I didn’t want you to be… I wanted you to be proud of me.”

You had always hated the family tradition of thievery. It was a crime and no reason could convince you otherwise. And so you had been proud indeed. Your brother had turned his back on the family history and had become a successful banker and investor! That’s why he had all this money and all those gifts for you.

“Did you ever steal a present for me?” That’s what interested you the most.

“No.”

“But you paid for it with stolen money,” Zenigata spat.

“How should I do it differently?!”

“Work?!”

“This is my work!”

With a side-glance you were watching his two friends peacefully sitting with a distance to you three, feeding your daughter and making her laugh with silly faces. At least this was okay while the rest of your life turned out to be a lie.

“How did you think this would end?” You already knew the answer to your own question. He hadn’t thought about it.

“I wanted to tell you so many times. But it just never was the right moment. And when you wrote about your marriage I was so happy,” he seemed honest. But he also had seemed honest telling you about his career in the financial world.

“When I read the name of your husband I was… scared.”

“If you had shown up I would’ve arrested you on the spot!” Zenigata had calmed down a bit but you could still see his tensed muscles, ready to attack your brother.

“I know. And that’s why I didn’t come. Even when I learned about her.” Lupin looked to the side at the laughing trio.

“She has your nose,” you told him.

“Yeah, the family nose. But she has your husband’s eyes, right?” he shied away from looking at the other man keeping his eyes on you or on his niece.

“What made you come today?” You watched your husband surprised as he was getting up and went into the kitchen, signalling Lupin to follow him.

“I was around.”

“You’re a pretty bad liar.”

You heard the sound of the fridge, plastic crackling.

“I had to see her with my own eyes. She’s family after all.”

“You made your sister cry.”

Two bottles were opened.

“I feel bad enough about it, believe me.”

“Next time I will arrest you.”

The bottles clanked together and you could see the two drinking beer. At least they didn’t want to kill each other for now.

 He had introduced his friends and you had to laugh, when Jigen didn’t really want to let your daughter go as your husband brought out the cake for celebration.

“We brought presents,” Goemon told you, making you look around.

“They’re outside. He’s an idiot,” Jigen added with a look to your brother who was grinning broadly.

“I might have overdone it,” he admitted before getting up and going outside to get the presents out of the car.

He had gifted you half of Yumiko’s room interior! What had he done now?

“Can someone please help me?!” you heard him ask from outside but nobody made a move.

“Really?!”

Huffing and sweating he pushed the pile of presents into the house, pouting when your husband started to laugh.

“That’s honest work! Get used to it, you will do it a lot in jail,” he threatened with a grin.

“If you can catch me, Pops!”

“Lupin! I will arrest you!”

You shared a look with Goemon and Jigen. They nodded as if to say this was going to happen a lot from now on.

[stealinghero]

Can we get some Goemon/Reader angst?

It’s not really angst, I’m afraid. But I tried my best!! Sorry if this isn’t really angsty.

Up to this moment he didn’t know what had happened for this situation to occur. Had he been neglecting his training so much? Had he simply been too distracted by his own pride?

“Goe?”

He flinched by the weakness of your voice and immediately hurried over to you, reaching out to check your fever.

“Are you okay?” you asked and made him smile. You were so silly. He should be the one to ask you that question. He was guilty to have brought you here.

“Don’t daydream, my warrior.” Your hand touched his cheek and he looked away as he couldn’t bear the pain in your eyes.

They had been able to escape a secret weapon factory, splitting up from the group, he had taken your hand and ran into the forest where the vehicles of the enemy couldn’t follow you just as easy.

But then you had slipped over a root, falling, pulling you with him. A painful bump on his head reminded him of his failure.

It had begun to rain, a great help to cover your tracks – a great help to get you both wet to the bones and catch a cold.

He had carried you into this cave, bandaged your sprained ankle and had gotten fresh water for you to drink against the beginning fever. But that was the end of his wits. He had no idea where you two were, no chance to contact Lupin or Jigen, and on top of this he still could make out single shots while your enemies were still looking for you.

“Don’t worry. We will survive.”

How could you be so positive in such a situation?

He huffed and sat down next to you, pulling you close to at least give you a bit of his body warmth since he didn’t allow a fire in fear of being detected.

You cuddled close, closing your eyes, still smiling your beautiful smile.

“Relax. I know you will protect me and when Lupin finds us, everything will be alright.”

Of course, you didn’t trust in him to save you, but in Lupin. He was good enough to protect you until your knight in shining armour came running. He shook his head. These were not his thoughts! He knew what you meant and he knew he held the same hopes.

“You seem much braver than I am,” he admitted with a low voice, giving away his hopelessness to you.

“My ankle hurts and my head is going to explode because of the fever, Goemon. But when I see you like this? That’s not good. Smile!” With shaking fingers you reached into his face and pulled the edges of is mouth up.

“See? That’s better.”

He took your hands into his and shoved them into his yukata to keep them warm. But at least he gave you a small smile.

“You are my hope in the dark, my fearless little one.”

Your eyes were closed and you were softly snoring, making him chuckle lightly, but letting you drool on his chest while snuggling into the wall and also trying to sleep.

 “Goemon?”

That voice! His eyes snapped open and he needed a moment to orientate himself.

“Goemon, come out!”

He shook you by your shoulders but got no reaction.

“I’m here!” Frantically he tried to get up without having to let you go but to no avail. His legs had become numb over the night and left him feeling more helpless than he liked.

“There you are, buddy! Hey, Jigen! I found them!”

Lupin’s smile fell when he saw you, shaking from the fever, unresponsive to Goemon’s shaking.

“Get the car, Jigen!”

“We got caught in the rain.”

“It’s okay. Here, let me help you. Can you get up?”

Lupin took you into his arms, letting Goemon rest on his shoulder before finally getting the feeling in his legs back.

“Dude, you really are a monster to be able to move after such a night!” the thief wondered and let his friend take you back.

“I am not good enough for them.” With them he meant you, resting in his strong grip, being carried like you were weightless.

“I think they beg to differ.”

“I am not listening to you, Lupin.”

With these words your carrier began to move towards the daylight where Jigen had already parked the car, waiting to get out of this hell.

  You awoke a few hours later, still shaking but feeling better. Your foot had been properly bandaged, a cool towel rested on your forehead. A soft pillow supported your still aching head and something held your hand under a thick blanket.

“How do you feel, Sleeping Beauty?” Jigen had entered the room with a tray.

“Like shit,” you murmured back, feeling something move next to you.

“I guess, you’re awake, too, Grumpy?”

“I am not grumpy,” the blanket responded.

“He fought a hard fight not to leave your side. It’s a pain in the ass to get you bandaged when a pissed off samurai is watching you, threatening you with a blade.”

“I would have cut you in little pieces if you had hurt them.”

You laughed a bit and sat up to look under the covers. Goemon returned your gaze, being curled up by your side like a monstrous cat, clutching his Zantetsuken stubbornly.

“That’s it! You don’t get any soup, you grumpy samurai!” A bowl with liquid was set down on your bedside table.

“Be careful, it’s still hot,” Jigen warned you before leaving you two alone again.

“Are you hungry?” you asked your partner.

“You should eat first. It will help you to get healthy again,” he curled himself tighter around himself and laid his head on your thigh.

“What do you do if I have to fart?” You just needed this answer.

“You are a vicious beast.” But you got what you wanted, he uncurled again and crept up until he was lying next to you.

Without any warning, you turned to him and hugged him, content with this situation.

“I knew you would protect me.”

“It is a duty of a warrior…”

“Oh shush! Just tell me the truth!”

“The truth? I was scared to lose you. I was doubting myself countless times if I could be able to ever protect you. I cursed myself for being helpless when you needed me the most…”

You kissed him. He blinked, watching you silently.

“You were there when I needed you the most. Protecting me with your warmth and giving me hope that as long as you are with me, I can always let myself fall, knowing that you will catch me.”

He blushed a bit and scratched his cheek.

“I guess, I would do that.”

“Would you feed me?”

“What?!”

To your surprise he actually got up and took the bowl into his hands.

“No games,” he warned you with a stern look. You nodded well-behaved.

He took a spoon of the soup, blew on it to cool it down and started feeding you like your personal nurse.

Maybe you should be sick more often, you wondered.