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Sorry, but as this is a High School AU, we aren't doing any x Reader oneshots. I'm sorry -Mod Swimy 🌊

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Knives

[Summary: Sakura was willing to do almost anything to get her knife back, even if it meant risking detention. Luckily for her, someone had an offer to help.]

Introducing the other self insert oc character with this small fic since Ichika was already introduced!

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“Miss Wagner,” the teacher’s voice felt detached as Sakura stared at them, “You simply must understand… Weapons are not permitted on campus.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing her knife further into her backpack. How they’d found out she brought it with her, she didn’t know, but it was annoying the hell out of her how adamant they were to try and take it.

“Miss Wagner, you have to give it to us, and we’ll be notifying your guardian later.”

“What if they’re the one who gave it to me?” She retorted, “What then?”

“Miss Wagner, are we going to have a problem?”

Finally giving in, Sakura begrudgingly handed her knife over to the teacher. As the teacher walked off, Sakura muttered some obscene words, leaning against the wall.

“Gee, that wasn’t very nice of them. What’d they take?” A new voice asked. Glancing to her right, she came across Lupin. She would recognize the clown of her class from anywhere. Raising an eyebrow, she shrugged and turned away.

“Had a knife on me,” she replied quickly. Sakura wasn’t sure if she should be seen talking to Lupin. She knew the rumors about how he got into the school. Despite coming across as a funny guy, Lupin had his own secrets, and Sakura had no intention of looking into it. Or making friends, for that matter.

“Ooh, scary. You know weapons aren’t allowed in school, right?” Lupin laughed. Sakura didn’t answer, rolling her eyes again before she glanced at him.

“Do you need something?” She finally asked, her violet eyes staring hard at Lupin.

He grinned, “As a matter of fact, I have a request, if you’ll hear me out.”

“What do I get out of this request of yours?”

“You get to keep your knife on you in school.”

Well, damn. Sakura unfortunately felt it difficult to say no in this situation, “What do you need?”

“I had a feeling that’d win you over. I need you to sneak these,” Lupin handed her a pack of cigarettes, “To my buddy, Jigen. He’s a grade above us, but he’s pretty easy to find. Just look for the loner with hair in his eyes hiding around his classroom at lunch.”

“Why can’t you do it?”

“Well, I would, but I have my own little errands to run. Make sure the head hall monitor doesn’t find you with those, by the way. He’s a doozy.”

Sakura tucked the cigarettes away, confused.

Sitting in class a few minutes later, Sakura felt anxious. She was already on thin ice with the knife situation, if someone caught her with cigarettes, it’d be all over and she’d either get suspended or put in detention. She wasn’t sure which was worse.

Lunch time finally came, and Sakura cautiously walked to the classroom Lupin had told her Jigen went to. She glanced around, looking for who he’d described. Sitting in a corner away from prying eyes, Sakura noticed him. Another boy and a girl Sakura vaguely recognized were sitting with him, the three talking amongst themselves. The girl got up to leave, saying something about meeting with a friend. She walked past Sakura, smiling pleasantly at her before walking on.

Sakura walked over to the boys, glancing between the two, “Which of you is Jigen?” She asked.

The boy with patchy facial hair replied with, “Who’s asking?”

“Lupin asked me to give you something,” she quickly pulled the pack out and tossed it at him, “Said he’d do it himself, but he had something to do.”

Jigen glanced down at the pack before looking back up at her, “Thanks.”

Sakura nodded in affirmation, turning to leave. She exited the classroom, feeling two pairs of eyes staring her down. She walked through the halls back to her classroom, barely avoiding the hall head monitor as he roamed the halls himself. Sakura noticed the girl from earlier was walking with him, occasionally saying something that would make the hall monitor laugh boisterously.

Weird, Sakura thought, shaking her head. She made it back to her class and sat down to eat, noticing a note was written on the desk.

“Hey, Sakura! Thanks for running that errand for me! I got your knife back, as a thank you gift!”

Lupin. Lupin had actually gotten her knife back for her. She wondered if he stole it, deciding not to ask as she placed it safely back in her backpack.

Something in the back of her mind told her she would most likely doing another errand for Lupin soon. She could feel it. Glancing behind her, she saw him sitting at his desk, smiling confidently at her before waving slightly. She felt panic rise as he got up to come sit beside her.

"I have another request," he grinned.

Unnerved, Sakura frowned and replied with, "...What?"

Fighting laughter, Lupin said, "You think you could get yourself put into detention so you can join up with my buddies and me?"

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Future

[Summary: Fujiko has cheer practice and is ready to be one of the top cheerleaders despite being a freshman. Everything goes well until someone personal in her life appears.]

Hey, y'all! A Fujiko-centric fic for the Lupin III High School AU! I hope ya'll enjoy it!

CW: Sexual Content, Sexual Humor, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Bad Parenting

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Fujiko Mine would be the first person to admit she was a horrible person, though everyone around her would deny it. Bake-sales, community service, charity work, and most notably all, cheer squad member, the young Miss Mine seemed to be the perfect little schoolgirl. Fujiko, however, could care less about any of those things.

Who cared if the homeless had an extra meal? Who cared if the school had extra spending money from selling underbaked cookies? Who was really celebrating the fact that a bunch of stray mutts found homes? Fujiko's only goal was getting noticed by her peers and getting out of her glass prison she called 'home'.

The stench of overused perfume and the constant flashing of camera lights was something Fujiko needed to run away from.

The day had slowed to a crawl. She had only run into the energetic school menace Lupin and his lackeys once so, which was a plus. A successful math quiz was quickly followed by an agonizing science lesson then the school ended. Fujiko took her sweet time shoving books into her bag before leaving the class with a smile. It was cheer practice that day and a big one at that. Some event Fujiko couldn’t be bothered to remember was coming up and the captain (a girl with the last name Tanaka, Fujiko always forgot the rest) wanted all hands on deck.

The halls were flooded with students eager to leave campus. Fujiko maneuvered her way around the more massive groups to get to her locker. Freshmen muscleheads attempted to flirt with their female classmate, but Fujiko just brushed it off like their words were nothing more than bothersome specks of dirt. A deluge of voices swarmed her ears yet she pretended as if it didn’t affect her. Years of being forced into youth-group theater taught her how to disguise her discomfort as total calm. Once she reached her locker, the two-toned-haired student unlocked it and pulled out her normal shoes. As she returned her extra school books to her locker, a familiar voice caused her head to perk up.

“Hey! Fujiko! Did you hear me?”

Suddenly, a freckled face was shoved into hers. Fujiko nearly leaped out of her skin but settled down once she recognized who it was.

“Oh, hey… Ichika.” Fujiko said after spending a few moments wracking her brain trying to remember the name of the brown-haired girl.

Ichika Okada wasn’t a friend, though Fujiko wouldn’t have said it to her face. The junior was more of an acquaintance good day than anything. Nevertheless, Ichika was useful for friendly conversation if nothing else.

“Are you heading home?” Ichika asked, peering down into Fujiko’s locker.

“Nope. I got cheer practice. You?”

“Detention. I beat up some dude who took a girl’s phone charm.”

Fujiko inhaled sharply and gave Ichika a pitiful look. “Damn. History repeats itself, huh?”

“But I didn’t get caught saving your ass.” Ichika pointed out.

“True.”

Fujiko slammed her locker closed and began trekking towards the gym. Unsurprisingly, her upperclassman followed.

“Maybe you should join cheerleading,” Fujiko said, stepping around a group of freshmen who choose to stand in the center of the hall, “you have the body for it.”

Ichika laughed. “Yeah, but I’m as graceful as a fish on land.”

Fujiko smirked. “I guess that’s something we can agree on.”

Ichika let out a dramatic gasp and playfully shoved the younger student. The two shared a chuckle before Ichika stopped in front of a staircase.

“I gotta go. If I’m late Mr. Okimoto will skin me.”

The freshman frowned at the thought but still waved her acquaintance off. Fujiko continued her journey down to the gym. She reached the metal doors leading into the girl’s locker room in no time flat. Fujiko would’ve just walked in hadn’t been for a certain sophomore covering her eyes.

“Guess who it is, Fujicakes!”

Despite being blinded by a pair of warm hands, Fujiko correctly pressed a finger against her cheek as if she was taking a long time thinking. “Hmm… An overly enthusiastic monkey?”

The hands dropped from her face, allowing Fujiko to turn and see the melodramatic sad stare Arsène Lupin the Third was giving her. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Fujicakes,” he whined.

“I didn’t know I was obligated to be nice to you, especially since you got me sent to detention.” Fujiko countered with a smirk.

“Oh, c’mon! That happened weeks ago!” Lupin frowned.

“I still have teachers locking up their test answers because of you!” Fujiko flicked his forehead. She just sighed when Lupin continued to pout. “Anyways, I have cheer practice and no time to deal with one of your schemes.”

“Cheer practice? Oh, right. I remember you saying something about that,” Lupin gave her a devilish smile while making a squeezing motion with one hand, “mind if I give you something for good luck?”

“No thanks. I don’t want to be caught with Curious George any longer,” Fujiko looked him up and down. “I see you’re wearing your uniform but I’m guessing you still have detention.”

Lupin groaned. “Unfortunately.”

Fujiko smiled, leaned in, and gave him a peck on the cheek. The boy instantly turned red and almost melted at her touch. She stepped back before he collapsed on top of her and gave the boy a wave. “See you later, Lupin~.”

She didn’t wait to hear what Lupin had to say as she swiftly slammed the door behind her closed after entering the locker room. The room was already bustling with lively chatter and girls changing into their cheer uniform. Fujiko had strategically chosen to have her gym locker in the far corner of the room as to not have to talk to anyone or deal with any unwanted conversation. She took her time opening her locker and pulling the dark blue, gray, and white cheer outfit. Sliding off her regular school clothes, Fujiko took her time making sure she looked stunning. She reapplied her lipstick and eyeliner before following a group of girls into the gymnasium.

Like everything at ICPO Academy, the gym was humungous. It was freshly painted with the standard school colors with the floor being equally cleaned. The school’s crest was plastered on the east and west walls with its mascot, a dark-colored Akita, staring down at the group of cheerleaders. Fujiko shivered as she swore its eyes were both staring into her soul and looking beyond her. She noticed that everyone was standing around waiting for the captain and co-captain to show up so she joined a group of freshmen and started talking. She peppered the conversation with gossip to get some back in return. Fujiko liked to know about the darker side of the school. Before a mousy-brown-haired girl could finish talking about how one senior was caught having two freshmen girlfriends, the two cheer heads arrived.

The head cheerleader was a tall attractive senior with dyed blonde hair and deep amber eyes. She puffed her chest out so everyone could see how her uniform outlined her breasts. Fujiko observed that her lithe body hid powerful leg muscles underneath her gray tights. This Tanaka something or other clearly built herself to be the head cheerleader and her sharp gaze hid a deeper threat: Do not cross me. Her partner was an equally beautiful black-haired girl with the aforementioned hair tied in a ponytail and plain brown eyes. But what she lacked in typical beauty standards she made up for with her aura of mystery and grace. Her uniform also didn’t shy away from showing off her ample curves and strength. Fujiko was jealous but remained level-headed. She knew behind those powerful facades laid two power-hungry lions waiting for someone (or one of them) to slip up so they could launch for the throat.

Luckily the head is graduating this year so that’ll be one competitor out of the ring. Fujiko was gunning for the title of head cheerleader. All the freshmen knew it but she hid her deeper desires with a friendly smile. She didn’t want to get chewed up like the head’s former competition too soon. The freshman heard stories on how ruined their competition’s reputations were after they stepped a toe out of line.

The head stepped forward and clapped her hands twice to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone listen up! Silence!”

Everyone went dead silent. She eyed the group with a narrowed gaze before continuing. “As you all know, the judo team is going to start the season off with a match against Cagliostro Academy. As you know, those goat cowards have been our rivals for years now so it’s our duty to support our fellow sports team and hold up the reputation of ICPO Academy. I hope you’ve been practicing the routine but if you haven’t, please consult with co-captain Hatsuka Miyahara.”

The co-head bowed when her name was mentioned. Fujiko tilted her head slightly. She had forgotten the co-captains name. I should really remember who I’m fighting against before I make my move.

The head cheerleader pressed the palm of her hand against her chest with a look of determination spread across her face and eyes. “I, Okimi Tanaka, promise you all that I will lead us to victory. For ICPO!”

“For ICPO!”

“Good! Now, everyone, get into your groups!”

Fujiko and everyone else did just that. She was paired with two sophomore girls and a freshman boy earlier that year. The girls were close friends who choose to only speak with the others when it came to the sport. The boy was nice, but plain-looking, and had a very visible crush on Fujiko. Fujiko knew this fact might come in handy at a later date, but choose to use it for a later date. Her group skittered around the taiko players and flag wavers before getting into position.

“A-Alright, Fujiko,” the awkward boy said, looking at his feet, “I think we should pr-practice doing pyramids and flips. S-Since you’re the one ge-getting tossed.”

Fujiko beamed at that. Due to years of forced dance and ballet lessons, the naturally flexible Fujiko was selected to be the flyer (much to her female partner’s chagrin). The group did some basic stretches and lunges before building the pyramid. Then, Fujiko was off.

She started with the basics: thigh stand, extensions, split-lifts, liberties. But it wasn’t long before Fujiko found a rhythm. Following the beat of the taiko drum players, Fujiko started doing the more advanced stunts. Her heart fell into a steady flow as the group began doing tosses. Straight ride baskets, pike baskets, toe-touch baskets, all complex moves that Fujiko knew by heart. Her head emptied all worries and was filled with thoughts of winning. Her heart joined the drums in a perfect union as she did one of her more advanced moves. The girls in her group held the boy who in turn held Fujiko. Using their combined strength, Fujiko was launched into the air. She immediately angled herself onto her side and did a triple flip before her right leg was caught by her male partner. Fujiko could almost hear the fictional crowd in her head roar in applause. Her fantasy was quickly ended when she saw who entered the gym.

Her.

“Who is she?” one of her female partners, a freckle-faced girl with braces scoffed.

“I dunno,” her black-haired friend muttered, “but she looks awful.”

The woman who entered had a long horribly dyed bleached hair and a poor tan. She wore a pink tank top that was two sizes too small and shorts that hiked up her body too far. An overly expensive purse dangled from her arm by a gold chain. A diamond ring glimmered on her ring finger that matched her diamond necklace. Her lipstick was a gaudy hot pink with her eyeshadow a deep ochre. Her red heels clink-clacked on the wood floor as she walked towards the gymnasium stands. A school security guard raced in, panting heavily.

“M-Miss, you can’t be here!” he yelled.

She turned, lowering her sunglasses, and frowned. “I already told you, sir. My daughter is a part of the team and I’m going to watch her!”

“But-”

“Do you know who I am? I can take your job away from you if you keep pestering me!”

“Excuse me!” a woman wearing a dark blue tracksuit came out of the crowd of whispering students and waved her clipboard in the strange woman’s face. Fujiko recognized her as one of the female gym teachers. “Who exactly are you?!”

The woman’s nose scrunched up. “I’m Eriko Mine, I’m here to see my daughter Fujiko. You should know her as she’ll be the queen of the school soon enough.”

Fujiko felt several eyes on her and heard people whispering and snickering, including the girls below her. All she wanted to do at this point was curl up in the center of the road and get run over. The gym teacher’s eyebrow raised. “The Eriko Mine?”

Fujiko’s mother sneered. “Finally! Someone recognizes me!”

“Who is she anyway?” Fujiko heard someone say.

“Fine, you can sit and watch if you behave.” the gym teacher said.

Eriko put her hand on her hips and glared. “I’m not a fucking dog but fine, whatever.”

The woman strode towards the stands and sat down. It didn’t take long before her deep brown eyes met Fujiko’s. Eriko winked, sending a shiver up her daughter’s spine.

“Alright, everyone! Get back to work!” Okimi called over the whispers, sending everyone scattering back to their places.

“U-Um, Fujiko?”

Fujiko glanced down. Her male partner (Tohaku Fujiko remembered his name is Tohaku) was looking up at her with both confusion and anxiousness in his eyes. “Do y-you wanna get started?”

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Fujiko nodded. “Yeah, lemme just stretch a little.”

After taking a few deep breaths and stretching out her legs, Fujiko went back to work. Cheer practice was hard in the way any sport was, it required so much physical exertion you were tired afterward. Fujiko could work through all of that, it was simple mind over matter. But the endless stare of her mother? That was another beast entirely.

The freshman started working once more, but it was different. Simple errors she never would’ve made were coming to the forefront and she kept stumbling. Fujiko would look back to see her mother’s ever-piercing stare. Fujiko’s heart was racing. She needed to get back on track- no, she needed to be better.

“I’m going to practice the triple spin,” Fujiko told her group.

“Whatever.” her raven-haired group member said, getting into position.

“A-Are you su-sure? You d-don’t look s-so-”

“Just get ready!” Fujiko snapped, causing Tohaku to flinch.

The pyramid was set, Fujiko was ready. The flyer nodded to Tohaku counted down before the group threw her up. She assumed the correct position and spun twice. When she was about to spin for the third time, she noticed she was too close to the ground. She was going to crash onto the padded mat face first. Fujiko let out a sharp cry and went to cover her face. Before she could slam into the ground, Tohaku managed to catch her by the waist. Due to the sudden force, the two girls lost grip and screamed as both Tohaku and Fujiko fell on top of them. Everyone let out horrified gasped at the sight of the fallen students. Co-Captian Hatsuka and the gym teacher rushed over to the group.

“Are you alright?” Hatsuka asked.

“I think-”

“Of course not!” the freckle-faced cheerleader whined, interrupting Fujiko. “Those two fell on top of me.”

“Alright, you four need to take a break. C’mon, on your feet.” the gym teacher said.

Both the teacher and Hatsuka helped the group up, making sure they didn’t have any serious injuries. As they walked to the other end of the gym, Fujiko looked behind her towards the stands. Eriko was nowhere to be found.

The practice went on but with a more nervous tone. The two girls in Fujiko’s group sat away from Fujiko and Tohaku, violently whispering and glaring at them. Fujiko had her hand hung low while she lost herself in her thoughts. Fear ran up and down her spine and clouded her vision.

She’s going to kill me. She’s going to rip me to shreds. She going to-

“Are you okay?”

Fujiko looked and saw Tohaku standing in front of her. She noticed that everyone else was leaving the gym and walking back towards the locker rooms.

“Is practice over?” Fujiko asked, realizing it was a dumb question once it escaped her lips.

“Uh, yeah,” Tohaku scratched the back of his neck, “say, are y-you feeling-”

“See ya, Tohaku,” Fujiko murmured, pushing the boy to the side and speed-walking towards the locker room.

Once inside, she quickly ripped off her uniform and hastily put on her normal school clothes before rushing out of the school. She thanked whatever God ruled the universe that she didn’t run into Lupin or Ichika as tears threatened to escape her eyes. As she exited the school, she walked towards the side parking lot and scanned the rows of cars. The freshman leaped when a loud horn blared. Fujiko turned and saw her mother’s red Audi Q2. Her mother had her windows down, sunglasses on, and a cigarette dangling from her mouth. Fujiko took a deep breath and walked towards the car. She shakily opened the passager’s door and tossed her bag in the back. She sat down and buckled, awaiting her mother’s response. None came as the woman continued to smoke, her bracelets tauntingly jingling every time she pulled the cigarette away from her mouth. Smoke flooded out of the woman’s mouth in thick dark clouds as if she were a dragon perched on a cliffside, waiting to strike. She tossed the cigarette out of the car and sped out of the parking lot, ignoring the fact she nearly hit a group of students trying to leave the school grounds.

The silence was loud. Every moment caused more dread to build into Fujiko’s chest. Cold sweat formed at her brow and ran down her back. Her already tight school top felt even tighter against her chest.

“You know,” her mother said with a long, disappointed sigh after severe more moments of lingering stillness, “that was pretty fucking pathetic, Fujiko.”

Fujiko didn’t know what to say. She just lowered her head.

“I’ve spent years- no, thousands of dollars on your ass and you flop just like that!” Eriko snapped her fingers to make her point.

“I’m sorry,” Fujiko whispered.

“You better be fucking sorry,” Eriko was seething, “I spent hours of my own goddamn time getting you a recommendation to that fucking school, I hemmed that shitty little outfit of yours to make you more appealing to model agents, I even let you go off and sell cookies or whatever the fuck you do in your spare time. All I asked was you go into cheerleading and become the goddamn Goddess of that waste of time but what did you do? What did you do?”

Fujiko yelped as her mother grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked it forwards her. She winced at the pain and the fact Eriko veered slightly off the road. “Look at me when I talk to you!”

“I fell!” Fujiko answered, tears falling down her face. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I swear I won’t do it again!”

Eriko held her for several moments before letting go of her daughter. Fujiko fell back into her seat. She forced the tears to stop flowing and her knees to stop shaking as her mother sighed once more. This time, her sigh was sad and longing.

“You know, I used to be beautiful,” she said

“I know,” Fujiko responded.

Eriko continued to stare far ahead of her, beyond the road and what laid in front of it. “You ruined me, Fujiko. You ruined me and everything I had. Only something as horrible as you could do something like that.”

“...I know.”

“That’s why I do this. For us. We need a future, Fujiko. Your body and looks will get us there. You just need to try harder.”

Fujiko balled her fists with the edges of her skirt in her grasp. She couldn’t show weakness. Weakness was for those who had already given up. Fujiko Mine was a horrible person as would say, but she was not a quitter. She settled her breathing and looked up at her mother.

“I know.”

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Ranking: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Lupin III

Characters: Arsène Lupin, Jigen Daisuke, Ishikawa Goemon XIII, Zenigata Kouichi, Original Characters, Original Females Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Ficlet, Self-Insert, what else would i tag this as, some minor thievery

Summary: Ichika hadn't really been to detention before, but it introduced her to people she would ultimately call some of her closest friends, so it's not so bad, right?

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Uniforms

This is a Lupin III High School AU that no one asked for but me and some friends made anyway. This AU will include OCs they haven’t made an appearance just yet. Also this high school is a blend of American and Japanese high schools since I’m, unfortunately, more familiar with an American setting. I hope you enjoy.

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The ICPO Academy’s name was a joke. Not to say the academy itself was a disgrace to the name of education seeing as the school produced several graduates that went on to become lawyers or doctors or more artistic jobs such as famous actors or architects. ICPO Academy was well known for its reputation as the hub for international learning and cultural acceptance, having the school built in Japan but accepting students from everywhere. Many would question why someone would call the academy’s name a joke with high test scores, amazingly well-funded athletic and arts programs, and a spotless background all being well-known facts.

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