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Another Open Log

Who: Fujiko & Lupin (and anyone else if you're really in the mood)
What: Fujiko's 2nd cigarette break for the month and talking to Lupin.
Why: Because there's a lot of unresolved things between them (always will be??)
Where: On top of the sub/near the Vongola decks.
When: Some time this week after Lupin heals a lot more and Fujiko returns from running away to Havoc. Let's go with the 19th. 21st is her casino heist :3
Rating: PG-13? I'll edit if it goes higher.

Fujiko leaned against the cool metal and focused on the cigarette. Sometime between November and January she'd almost managed to give them up. They reminded her of him and there were some days she couldn't take it. Ironic then that she was sitting there now, smoking one and trying to decide what to do about Lupin. If anything. Really, she was just willing to leave it at nothing. Make Goemon and Zenigata deal with his messes now. Maybe back in her world it would have meant more if he'd shown up like that. She softly sang "Paradise" to herself and lazily watched the clouds and seagulls. It was just a chaotic part of her life she couldn't escape. Maybe that didn't really mean she had to do anything about it specifically. Or maybe she should chase down Robin and offer a heist. When she finished with the casino. She'd been lucky that Lupin hadn't stumbled on those plans yet. Maybe Mat really was as lucky as he said.

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Across from submarine on the Vongola decks, Lupin had walked out into the cool night air with his hands in his pockets--he would have loved a smoke, but his last match was gone. Instead, without noticing anyone else neither on the submarine nor the Vongola, he rested his elbows on the railing of the ship and sat with his back to Fujiko, his shoulders hunched in thought.

A soft sigh. The sky was really pretty that night--he'd been so cooped up, and he was in essence a man who loved the natural glow of things, even in the cityscape he normally lurked in.

Fujiko glanced up and noticed him, finally decided to toss him her lighter. "Unless you've decided to take up candy cigarettes?" she quipped easily.

Lupin snatched the lighter with with a flick of his wrist, though was caught off guard by the fact that she had the same nightlife tendencies. Instead of showing his surprise, he smiled and took a deep breath of nicotine.

"Candy cigarettes? Doesn't sound like a bad thing right now. What are you doing out so late, Fujiko-chan? You should be counting your sheep."

God, she was pretty. His memory always seemed to fail in capturing the essence she bore right before his eyes. He hated the little dip his heartbeats took.

Fujiko shrugged, playing it cool and calm, no matter what kind of inner tempest she felt inside. She let out a soft breath and ran her fingers through her hair, letting the wind catch the dark brown strands in the breeze. "If you really want some, I have some on me," she answered regaring the candy cigarettes.

She glanced away, no longer looking at him for fear she'd lose herself. "Hum, just needed some fresh air is all," she replied evasively, refusing to explain that she was thinking of him and Havoc.

Lupin sagged his shoulders, clasping the burning cigarette between his fingertips. He tried his best to make his routine smile. "Oi, oi, don't tease me like that."

He opened his eyes, looking at her turned face, at her neck illuminated by the moonlight. He'd kissed it so many times before, sometimes in passion, sometimes for the sake of loving her coy ways... Even when she was angry with him...

"Does that mean you are too against watching the stars with me?"

Don't shun me entirely, Fujiko-chan.

Cocking her head to the side, Fujiko blinked and then smiled softly. "Of course not," she laughed and moved over to sit next to him, even though she rested her hand on the deck next to his instead of taking his hand in hers. "Here," she slipped a candy cigarette between his lips next to the real one. "Now you have two," she laughed flirtatiously.

He smiled, twirling the sugary food around his lip. "Maybe this will be a better substitute..." he said, tossing the cigarette butt into the ocean. As he watched the ocean waves lapped and consumed it, he thought about things. It was strange--he wanted nothing more than to sit with her, but he didn't know what to say, where to start... He knew she was pissed at him, partially because he read it in her words, partially because he knew her well enough.

"Fujiko... Saying I'm sorry won't really fix anything, I know. But I..." He felt frustrated, because she would never take his heart-felt promise seriously--she'd scoff, tell him that's what he always said, what he always was... How was he ever going to prove it was any different?

A wolf is always a wolf?

Then again, it's not like anything she ever said was set in stone, either. But he loved the dangerous, deceptive side of her. It was a breath of fresh air, even in its routine nature. Women had that gift, especially her.

The frustration built up until he rested his face in his palm.

"...I normally know what to say, how to say it... I guess I'm not as smooth a talker as I hoped I was... Can we just sit like this for a while, Fujiko-chan?"

Heartbeat racing, Fujiko watched the tossed cigarette curiously. A soft sigh at his request and the woman inched closer, nudging him out from against the wall so that she could lean her back against his. She wordlessly took his hand and held it softly.

"You're really an idiot sometimes," she sighed, the soft smile hidden from his view for now. "I never asked for pretty words." Just something I could believe in. She tossed out her cigarette into the ocean and replaced it with a candy one herself, whimsically echoing him.

She was more mad at herself than him. She'd spent an entire year trying to break him out of prison once. Was waiting a year on the Grand Line really so hard? Maybe she shouldn't have given up on him. Maybe she should have done more to find him, although there wasn't any more she could have done. She'd already hacked marine lines a couple of times looking for any word about him. She'd missed him. More than she could tell. More than she could even just accept. And she hated him for making her miss him.

"When was the last time we looked at the stars like this, you and I?" she asked softly glancing up. It wasn't what she wanted to say, but there was too much she wanted to say and couldn't bring herself to risk putting words too. It was a familiar feeling around Lupin. As much as feeling like her whole world was spinning in a very fast dance and she could only barely keep up or get lost.

"Ah... It was before this world, I think... It was all so crazy when we got here... And then finding each other back then was a tiresome affair... Now, we've somehow split up again."

Lupin leaned into her, feeling soft breaths behind her tight clothes. Her heart was beating so fast, though he would not mention such a soothing sensation. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her in his arms and say something funny, say something to make her laugh and want him once more. Just like all those other times. But he restrained himself, tightening his grip on her hand just enough to convey his emotions.

He smiled.

"Fujiko, I think I'm becoming a boring old man, sitting down and wanting to stay like this for so long," he turned his head a little, only able to catch a glimpse of her curled hair and lips. "But if it feels like this... I don't mind."

He closed his eyes and laid his head back onto her shoulder, the smell of her hair making him dizzy with nostalgia. Memories returned to him. Wonderful ones--ones he never could forget. Whenever he thought of her, he was lost in them.

Ha. He was getting too sappy right now...

Fujiko's hand in his, he caressed her palm with his fingertips.

"I would say this is split up," Fujiko mumbled softly. "For us... this is about as together as we get without knocking on death's door." The reminder Goemon had given her that Lupin had saved her life countless times, that she'd saved his, been by his side when she didn't have to be still lingered. In her false memories those had all been replaced with Havoc. Memories of things that never happened, or more strangely, things that did happen; just not here and not with him. She still wasn't even sure their memories matched up. It didn't even really matter in the end now that she knew it wasn't real.

"You really drive me crazy you know," she muttered with a rare bit of honesty. "And the day you get old and boring I'll kick your ass and take you to the cleaners." She slipped her free hands into his jacket pockets. "Red jacket," she muttered to herself looking for a key he didn't seem to have on him. Oh well.

"And you drive me crazy, too..." he chuckled, "But I never liked it any other way." He grabbed both her hands as she searched him. "Hey, leave the jacket alone--it's already hurt enough, don't you think?"

He noted the large gaping tears in the right side of of the blazer, followed by a shredded blue shirt and white bandages. His poor signature had been treated so coldly, though it wouldn't be the first time he'd have to buy another one. He'd lost 3 in one day, once-upon-a-time.

"Aw... I'll need to stitch 'er up until I find a suitable replacement..."

"Hah, good luck with that," Fujiko snorted, not offering to repair it even though she could have. She had the skills, but not the inclination. "Who roughed you up anyway?" As a general rule they needed to die. Or at the very minimum get turned in for their bounties. Unless Lupin wanted to do it himself. And even then, Fujiko wasn't much of one for sparing his pride.

Lupin folded his arms. "A pirate named Paris and his sword-y Devil Fruit henchmen. After I sank their boat and got away, they must've been butthurt and sent me a warning--something along the lines of 'We'll find you and kill you'. It's the same ol' routine. So I'm planning on meeting them halfway and getting a little more payback than I'd intended."

A short pause and Fujiko pulled one her hands away to flick the back of his ears. "You're going to meet up with him again and you didn't tell me?!" She growled shortly, running her fingers through her hair. "Tch.... Idiot. What's the plan?" she asked not waiting to be invited. She never did.

Lupin grabbed his ear, sulking his shoulders low like a punished child. "I... I didn't think it was that important..." He crossed his legs and rested his hands on his ankles, still using Fujiko as a wall to rest against.

"Let's see... There's not any real plan yet, mainly because they decided to be coy and not give me a place to meet them. They just said they'll appear when I least expect it--which is kinda' stupid, since now I'll be expecting it. Not the smartest baddies I've fought... And I guess Goemon and I'll get off at whatever island you're planning on stopping by. Even if you don't like Jigen, I still have to find him."

He smiled big.

"If I ask nicely, could we stay on your submarine until then? As much as I like the Vongola, I'd prefer to cuddle on your little piece of work. And then when we find a place to get off to, I'll continue to sight-seeing for my little gunslinger."

He didn't bring up that he could've been dead, though Fujiko probably read about it somewhere or another.

[OOC: They don't know where Jigen is at this point, since its the 19th and Jigen posted on the 20th ^^;]

Fujiko shoved Lupin at that and got up to go stand over by the railing again. "Yeah you can stay on the sub," she sighed and sucked down her candy cigarette only to replace it with a new one. "But don't misunderstand Lupin, my room is still trapped to the nines. Try anything and you know exactly what will happen." A boxing glove to the face and a bear trap on his ass.

"Any room without a plaque you can take. And don't think the vents are any easier Lupin. I know my submarine very well. It's very guarded," she warned in a low growl.

She didn't tell him about the island they were already near. She had a plan for Sunday and it would be just like Lupin to ruin it for her. He never was that good with casinos.

"Ohohoho, Fujiko-chan rigged her bedroom with traps? You know that makes me even more anxious!" He said, standing behind her and wiggling his fingers in front of his face. He straightened up, moving to fix his tie until he realized he'd left it in the room. Eh. He suddenly felt a little naked. "But I'll be as good a boy as I can muster, I promise."

He was totally going to at give it a shot, if out of curiosity more than the idea of seeing his sweet Fujiko in the nude.

"For you, that means tripling your efforts in order to try," she sighed around the cigarette, not for the first time debating running off to the marines. Still... she had a perfect wealthy operation going down soon. She didn't want to risk it associaiting too closely with the law. Even if Lupin was likely to stumble into it and cause his own problems. Still, even Fujiko couldn't muster enough anger at him to really feign the annoyance she meant to. She'd missed him too much and Lupin was being... Lupin.

Lupin smirked, grabbing her around the waist and tickling her stomach playfully. "Oooh, tripling my efforts? Fujiko-chan, I'll quadruple them if I have to!"

Squirming, she giggled and flinched. "Lupin!" she protested with a laughing gasp, "Quit it!" When he finally slowed down enough she elbowed him in the face in revenge. "Ahhh," she blushed slightly, "I hate that, you know~"

She ran a thumb along the outer shell of Lupin's ear and finally shoved him away again. "You'll never win Lupin," she purred, nimble thieving fingers sliding down the sideburns and under his chin affectonately.

Lupin rubbed his nose, though the pain didn't last too long--one, because he'd gotten used to brutal jabs from her sweet little elbow, two because the way she was caressing his face was unsurprisingly appetizing.

"It was worth a shot," he shrugged, taking her around the arms and ignoring the desire to tickle her stomach again. He sighed. "Oh, well... Maybe I'll try again some other time..." His eyelids flickered in an attempted to remain open, though he was fading fast. He didn't have the proper energy to even attempt a kiss or a jump-out-of-the-clothes routine; instead he was content with almost napping against her back.

He jerked his head up, smirking. "No, I know better--if I fall asleep out here Fujiko-chan would leave me out here by myself~!"

Shoulders pressed back and a hand in his pocket, he reached out to her with one hand, smiling. The moonlight lit up the ocean beyond, as the waves played their own tune.

"We should get to bed, or you'll be sleepy all day tomorrow."

"You go ahead of me," she smiled softly. "I've still got some thinking to do before I'll be able to sleep." She almost offered to help him back to his room in case he needed it, but with her luck he'd take that as an invitation to molest her and try to get her to stay in his bed. Besides, she really did have a lot to think on and a half-spent cigarette left to burn.

Lupin clasped his hand, closing his eyes and smiling before turning to leave. "All right. See you later, Fujiko."

He started toward the inside of the Vongola, wondering if Goemon was awake so that he could tell him the 'bad news' of them staying in Fujiko's submarine for a few days. As he nearly reached the door to the inner hall, he paused.

"You know, I meant what I said back when you picked me up."

And he vanished into the corridor with the door shutting softly behind him.

Meant what he said when she picked him up? Well that was sweet of him. And absolutely no help. He said he'd be happy for her if she was in love with someone else. That he would understand. But what good did that do? She wasn't in love with Havoc, she was in love with Lupin. On the other hand, there really could be something with Havoc and with Lupin... How long would they continue repeating the same old mistakes never learning?

She sighed a smokey breath and started singing again softly to herself. Come what may. She couldn't fight fate, maybe it was time to just let the dice fall and run away when they did.

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whoop, let's try that again >.>

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