[Ace Attorney] fic: Honest for Justice (1/2)
Title: Honest for Justice Part 1
Fandom: Ace Attorney (includes both PW and AJ eras)
Words: 2,378
Summary: Apollo meets a silver-haired man at the library. Surprisingly, they hit it off. Apollo's honest passion for justice reminds Edgeworth of a time when he and Wright were both that age. Phoenix is not entirely happy at this turn of events. (gen)
Notes: Hahaha... I wrote this in 2008... This fic finally sees the light! \o/ This was written way back for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. I thought I'd post this part before canon contradicts what I'd written (AA5 is in the works, yayyy). I quite liked this fic myself (in the past, at least...) because I really liked writing Apollo meeting Edgeworth!
The actual prompt, which sums up the story much better than my summary.
So hopefully nothing like this has been requested... and if so I apologize.
But basically my kink is... a number of things including insecurity, jealousy, and possessiveness.
The idea is, Glasses!Edgeworth (since that's what rocks) meets Apollo for the first time in person.
And to his, and everyone else's surprise, he finds Apollo completely and absolutely endearing in a completely platonic way.
Maybe it's because of his awkward but honest passion for Justice, or maybe its because he sees a younger less jaded likeness to Phoenix in him, or maybe it's cuz its Apollo? I dunno...
But anywho, Phoenix is less than pleased. In fact, he's feels a bit threatened and insecure.
So Anons, take it from here. It doesn't even have to be slashy... it could just be that Phoenix doesn't want his rivalry with Edgeworth intruded upon, or maybe its because they are in a relationship and he feels threatened.
Whatever you decided! No Edgeworth/Apollo though....
Honest for Justice Part 1
Apollo is buried in books when he meets the silver-haired man for the first time. He's scrawling away at his raggedy piece of binder paper, jotting down bits and pieces about how the law system has changed in the last few years, when suddenly, the scratch of a chair being pulled back breaks his concentration.
When he looks up, he's greeted by a small nod towards the table. Apollo's glance turns into a stare as he takes in the man's appearance. He thinks he should not be surprised by anyone's hair anymore, not when his own sticks out in two tufts and his rival and mentor's are shaped like drills. However, it isn't the hairstyle that has Apollo staring, but rather the silvery color of the other man's hair. Apollo has never seen anything like it. His eyes dart towards the man's platinum glasses, the frame almost blending in with the man's hair.
The man clears his throat.
"If I may...?" he asks, gesturing towards the empty chair.
Apollo blinks and jumps out of his seat. He pulls the chair out for the other man.
"Go right ahead!! I don't mind." Apollo exclaims, his voice resounding throughout the otherwise silent library. He immediately covers his mouth after his words.
The man winces, his hand moving from fixing his glasses to covering his ear. Apollo expects a reprimand -- he feels like he's five again in front of this man -- and the reprimand comes, but it is not what he expected.
"Don't let me disturb your studies," the man says sternly. "There was no need for you to get out of your chair for me."
Apollo puts his hand behind his head sheepishly and apologizes in a quiet voice. The man merely raises an eyebrow at Apollo's apology, causing Apollo to stumble even more, the words Yes Mr. Gavin on the tips of his tongue. The man shakes his head and finally takes a seat.
Apollo tries to return to his previous notes, but he finds his eyes straying to the man sitting across from him. There is something familiar about the man, as if Apollo has seen him before. He feels stricken when he thinks that perhaps he's likening the man to Mr. Gavin, but he hasn't even done that lately with Prosecutor Gavin despite their similar appearances.
"What are you studying?" the man asks suddenly.
Once again, Apollo is jolted out of his thoughts. He almost blurts out you, but he manages to swallow the word before it gets taken the wrong way.
"The changes to the law system," Apollo says in his best indoor voice.
At those words, the man's entire demeanor changes.
Apollo is unprepared for the heated discussion that follows.
He tells the man that he feels he doesn’t understand his own law system well enough to help his clients to the best of his abilities. He is worried that he will be caught by some minor technicality that he's overlooked. His worries cause the man to chuckle, and he soon finds himself learning more about the system than any book has mentioned. The man, apparently, has been studying not only the local law system, but also the ones overseas as well.
In the end, both of them get thrown out of the library.
They part ways outside the building even though Apollo still has so much more to say. About their law system of course, and not about the indignant, almost comical look the man sports for the briefest moment when they're thrown out. The man, he learns once outside the imposed silence of the library, is in town to help a friend with the law. Apollo wishes him good luck as he's unchaining his bicycle, and it isn't until later that he realizes they haven't even introduced themselves. He hurriedly glances up, but the man is already out of sight.
It's not a big deal, since Apollo has a feeling that he'll run into the man again. After all, they are both so deeply involved with the law. He just does not expect it to be only half an hour later.
"Polly, where have you been? We've been waiting ages for you!" exclaims Trucy the moment Apollo opens the door to the Wright Anything Agency.
"What's the occasion?" asks Apollo, bewildered.
"Daddy has a friend over! Isn't that amazing?" says Trucy with a bounce.
Your daughter thinks so highly of you, Mr. Wright, that even having a friend over is an occasion to celebrate, thinks Apollo to himself. Apollo realizes, however, that Trucy is right. In the months that he's known Phoenix Wright, he hasn't met any of the man's friends. The only "friend" of Mr. Wright that Apollo knows is Mr. Gavin. Apollo sure hopes that none of Mr. Wright's other friendships are anything like that one.
When Trucy steps aside from the door, Apollo sees Phoenix Wright sipping his tea nonchalantly across from his friend, whose back is to the door. That silver hair, however, is easily recognizable. He must have driven or taken a cab. The coincidence is not lost on Apollo -- they were headed to the same place when they parted ways. Both are already smiling when Phoenix introduces them to each other.
"Edgeworth, this is Apollo Justice, the rookie attorney I've been telling you about. Apollo, this is Miles Edgeworth..." Phoenix pauses when he notices both of them smiling. The look is not uncommon on Apollo, but for Edgeworth, it's quite something. It is as if they are indulging in a shared secret.
"I didn't know you already knew each other," Phoenix finishes instead.
"If arguing over old library books is your definition of 'knowing each other,' then why yes, we know each other quite well, don't we, Justice?" asks the man who Apollo now knows is Miles Edgeworth. "I even received first-hand experience of the 'Chords of Steel' you just mentioned to me. I should have made the connection."
Edgeworth extends his hand to Apollo. "He neglected his second half of the introduction. Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor and old friend of Phoenix Wright. You could say we were rivals back in the day."
As Apollo shakes Mr. Edgeworth's hand, he wonders if their relationship is anything like his and Prosecutor Gavin's. Edgeworth certainly seems like a more down-to-earth type of guy, and those glasses only add to his scholarly look. But looks can be deceiving, if Mr. Gavin is any indication. Apollo wonders, not for the first time, why his mind strays to his old mentor yet again.
"So the 'friend' you're helping out is Mr. Wright?" muses Apollo out loud.
Apollo finds himself in another heated discussion with Mr. Edgeworth as the other man jumps into the intricacies of the new jurist system started by Phoenix Wright. As the defense for the first ever case that implemented the new system, Apollo has a lot to say, or rather a lot of complaints to voice. He has never been as poetic as Mr. Gavin or as smooth as the younger Gavin, but Apollo knows how to be blunt and loud if nothing else. Besides, there is no librarian here to throw him out.
He stutters while he's trying to grasp the right words, his nerves causing him to be overly exuberant. He lets slip a few "fines" when he feels anything but fine about the system. What Phoenix Wright tried to do was a grand feat, but he has only replaced one flawed system with another. Apollo doesn't know where the jurist system will lead them, only that there is still so much more they need to figure out. Apollo has relied on evidence and fact all throughout his life, his belief in the law pulling him through the darkest of times. But with Phoenix Wright came confusion and paradigm shifts. Apollo no longer knows where he stands, or even where their law stands. He sees Mr. Gavin clearly in his mind -- the once meticulously groomed defense lawyer reduced to a cackling madman on the convict stand.
Emotion is such a scary force. In Mr. Gavin's case, he's pretty sure they came to the right judgment, but who's to say that human emotion won't be led astray in a different case?
He voices his concerns, and despite his stuttering, Mr. Edgeworth nods and addresses him seriously, never rushing him or trying to put words in his mouth. It's an entirely different experience from his attempted conversations with Mr. Wright where the other man never seems to hear a word he says. Apollo glances at Mr. Wright in accusation, wondering why Mr. Wright never bothers to strike up a dialogue with him like the one he's having now with Mr. Edgeworth before throwing him into the trial of his life. His gaze remains on Wright as he continues to talk about the jurist system, not noticing when he lapses into complaints about getting led around by Phoenix Wright instead. Phoenix doesn't notice either, for his hands are in his pockets and he's staring off to the side.
Edgeworth's eyebrows rise past his frames as Apollo's continuous stream of complaints get louder and louder. He follows Apollo's gaze, noting Apollo's incredulous look and Wright's indifference. His chuckles bring Apollo's attention back, a faint blush blossoming across Apollo's cheeks when he finally notices how he's been spewing a bunch of nonsense at Edgeworth.
"I'm sorry!" exclaims Apollo hastily.
Edgeworth merely chuckles more, his eyes soft and warm behind that pair of cold glasses. He's watching Apollo fondly, the young man's exuberance and awkwardness a refreshing contrast to the cynicism and resignation he's always surrounded by now. It's a wonder how much time has changed them, but even now he thinks they were once that age.
"I bet you'd run across a burning bridge to save someone," murmurs Edgeworth mostly to himself.
"Huh?" asks Apollo at what feels like a complete non sequitur.
It's not the silver-haired man who responds to Apollo's confusion, but rather Mr. Wright.
"Well, that's a foolish thing to do," says Wright as he scratches at his stubble. Even now, he's still staring off to the side, his attention nowhere near the conversation at hand.
"It is," agrees Edgeworth.
Edgeworth's comments, or perhaps his tone, finally makes Wright look his way.
Neither of them say anything else, their gazes conveying much more beyond the words they've exchanged. Apollo is completely left out of the silent conversation, but he notices that Edgeworth's agreement is anything but that. The man's glasses have slid a few millimeters down his nose, a sign that his head is tilted down ever-so-slightly. If not for Apollo's eyes, the tilt is undetectable. Apollo covers his face, wishing he's not perceiving such things even while outside the courtroom. It's rude of him, but he can't say he's not curious.
Apollo's movement catches the eye of more than one person in the room. "What's wrong, Justice?" asks Edgeworth, the first to voice his concern. When Apollo quickly drops his hand, he sees Wright turning away. The man's playing with the left string from his hood, something Apollo has never seen him do before. The Mr. Wright that Apollo knows is not one to fidget.
"I'm fine," answers Apollo. He immediately winces at the use of that word again. Wright stays silent, knowing exactly what is going on with Apollo and figuring out what that means for Edgeworth. Wright has been strangely quiet the entire time Apollo has been there, and now that he thinks about it, so is Trucy.
She's playing with a deck of cards, shuffling them in more ways than Apollo thinks is possible. The cards are flying between her hands in a never-ending cascade. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. It's only something she's busying her hands with, for she's watching her daddy just like Apollo is.
Edgeworth tries to steer the conversation back on track, and he almost succeeds. Apollo can easily lose himself in conversation with this man. The same goes for Edgeworth with Apollo. Once upon a time, Edgeworth would have been taken back by Apollo's passion, his honesty and belief for justice almost blinding, but Apollo doesn't know that. Instead, he's greeted by a man who's laughing freely with him, who's eager to hear what he has to say. Apollo doesn't lose himself in the conversation this time, but it's not like it matters. One minute, he's musing along with Mr. Edgeworth over the idea that maybe they'll meet in court one day under the new jurist system; the next, he finds the office door shut in front of his face.
There is no librarian here to throw him out, but Mr. Wright does the same just fine.
Apollo blinks and thuds his head against the door. Mr. Wright is normally mysterious enough, but his cryptic behavior is even worse today. He's the one who invited Apollo to dinner after all.
Hungry and weary, Apollo resigns to eating at Guy Eldoon's noodle stand that evening. It's conveniently close, and Apollo doesn't feel like going home just yet. He has too many thoughts occupying his mind that he knows he won't be able to sleep that night. They're minute details, but they keep repeating in his mind. First it's Mr. Edgeworth with his glasses sliding down his nose. Then there's Mr. Wright playing around with the string from his hood above the left of his chest.
Without thinking, Apollo places his hand over the left of his chest. His fingers brush against his attorney badge. Apollo is never without his badge if he can help it. Although Apollo doesn't know Mr. Wright from his attorney days, he thinks that Mr. Wright must have been the same once with his attorney badge, wearing it proudly and showing it to everyone. Apollo wonders if perhaps the man is reminiscing with all the memories that Mr. Edgeworth must invoke.
Apollo tries not to think about how much his eyes see. He raises his bowl and drinks the soup, but his eyes water immediately from the saltiness.
When he goes to sleep that night, Apollo dreams of glinting glasses and falling attorney badges.
to be continued (hopefully...)
My style has changed quite a lot. :3;; Won't be crossposting this to ffnet or AO3 until I actually post the second half of the fic...which might take me another 5 years. ^^;;
I have another two AA fics I might post here in my journal, but neither are all that complete either.
Fandom: Ace Attorney (includes both PW and AJ eras)
Words: 2,378
Summary: Apollo meets a silver-haired man at the library. Surprisingly, they hit it off. Apollo's honest passion for justice reminds Edgeworth of a time when he and Wright were both that age. Phoenix is not entirely happy at this turn of events. (gen)
Notes: Hahaha... I wrote this in 2008... This fic finally sees the light! \o/ This was written way back for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. I thought I'd post this part before canon contradicts what I'd written (AA5 is in the works, yayyy). I quite liked this fic myself (in the past, at least...) because I really liked writing Apollo meeting Edgeworth!
The actual prompt, which sums up the story much better than my summary.
So hopefully nothing like this has been requested... and if so I apologize.
But basically my kink is... a number of things including insecurity, jealousy, and possessiveness.
The idea is, Glasses!Edgeworth (since that's what rocks) meets Apollo for the first time in person.
And to his, and everyone else's surprise, he finds Apollo completely and absolutely endearing in a completely platonic way.
Maybe it's because of his awkward but honest passion for Justice, or maybe its because he sees a younger less jaded likeness to Phoenix in him, or maybe it's cuz its Apollo? I dunno...
But anywho, Phoenix is less than pleased. In fact, he's feels a bit threatened and insecure.
So Anons, take it from here. It doesn't even have to be slashy... it could just be that Phoenix doesn't want his rivalry with Edgeworth intruded upon, or maybe its because they are in a relationship and he feels threatened.
Whatever you decided! No Edgeworth/Apollo though....
Honest for Justice Part 1
Apollo is buried in books when he meets the silver-haired man for the first time. He's scrawling away at his raggedy piece of binder paper, jotting down bits and pieces about how the law system has changed in the last few years, when suddenly, the scratch of a chair being pulled back breaks his concentration.
When he looks up, he's greeted by a small nod towards the table. Apollo's glance turns into a stare as he takes in the man's appearance. He thinks he should not be surprised by anyone's hair anymore, not when his own sticks out in two tufts and his rival and mentor's are shaped like drills. However, it isn't the hairstyle that has Apollo staring, but rather the silvery color of the other man's hair. Apollo has never seen anything like it. His eyes dart towards the man's platinum glasses, the frame almost blending in with the man's hair.
The man clears his throat.
"If I may...?" he asks, gesturing towards the empty chair.
Apollo blinks and jumps out of his seat. He pulls the chair out for the other man.
"Go right ahead!! I don't mind." Apollo exclaims, his voice resounding throughout the otherwise silent library. He immediately covers his mouth after his words.
The man winces, his hand moving from fixing his glasses to covering his ear. Apollo expects a reprimand -- he feels like he's five again in front of this man -- and the reprimand comes, but it is not what he expected.
"Don't let me disturb your studies," the man says sternly. "There was no need for you to get out of your chair for me."
Apollo puts his hand behind his head sheepishly and apologizes in a quiet voice. The man merely raises an eyebrow at Apollo's apology, causing Apollo to stumble even more, the words Yes Mr. Gavin on the tips of his tongue. The man shakes his head and finally takes a seat.
Apollo tries to return to his previous notes, but he finds his eyes straying to the man sitting across from him. There is something familiar about the man, as if Apollo has seen him before. He feels stricken when he thinks that perhaps he's likening the man to Mr. Gavin, but he hasn't even done that lately with Prosecutor Gavin despite their similar appearances.
"What are you studying?" the man asks suddenly.
Once again, Apollo is jolted out of his thoughts. He almost blurts out you, but he manages to swallow the word before it gets taken the wrong way.
"The changes to the law system," Apollo says in his best indoor voice.
At those words, the man's entire demeanor changes.
Apollo is unprepared for the heated discussion that follows.
He tells the man that he feels he doesn’t understand his own law system well enough to help his clients to the best of his abilities. He is worried that he will be caught by some minor technicality that he's overlooked. His worries cause the man to chuckle, and he soon finds himself learning more about the system than any book has mentioned. The man, apparently, has been studying not only the local law system, but also the ones overseas as well.
In the end, both of them get thrown out of the library.
They part ways outside the building even though Apollo still has so much more to say. About their law system of course, and not about the indignant, almost comical look the man sports for the briefest moment when they're thrown out. The man, he learns once outside the imposed silence of the library, is in town to help a friend with the law. Apollo wishes him good luck as he's unchaining his bicycle, and it isn't until later that he realizes they haven't even introduced themselves. He hurriedly glances up, but the man is already out of sight.
It's not a big deal, since Apollo has a feeling that he'll run into the man again. After all, they are both so deeply involved with the law. He just does not expect it to be only half an hour later.
"Polly, where have you been? We've been waiting ages for you!" exclaims Trucy the moment Apollo opens the door to the Wright Anything Agency.
"What's the occasion?" asks Apollo, bewildered.
"Daddy has a friend over! Isn't that amazing?" says Trucy with a bounce.
Your daughter thinks so highly of you, Mr. Wright, that even having a friend over is an occasion to celebrate, thinks Apollo to himself. Apollo realizes, however, that Trucy is right. In the months that he's known Phoenix Wright, he hasn't met any of the man's friends. The only "friend" of Mr. Wright that Apollo knows is Mr. Gavin. Apollo sure hopes that none of Mr. Wright's other friendships are anything like that one.
When Trucy steps aside from the door, Apollo sees Phoenix Wright sipping his tea nonchalantly across from his friend, whose back is to the door. That silver hair, however, is easily recognizable. He must have driven or taken a cab. The coincidence is not lost on Apollo -- they were headed to the same place when they parted ways. Both are already smiling when Phoenix introduces them to each other.
"Edgeworth, this is Apollo Justice, the rookie attorney I've been telling you about. Apollo, this is Miles Edgeworth..." Phoenix pauses when he notices both of them smiling. The look is not uncommon on Apollo, but for Edgeworth, it's quite something. It is as if they are indulging in a shared secret.
"I didn't know you already knew each other," Phoenix finishes instead.
"If arguing over old library books is your definition of 'knowing each other,' then why yes, we know each other quite well, don't we, Justice?" asks the man who Apollo now knows is Miles Edgeworth. "I even received first-hand experience of the 'Chords of Steel' you just mentioned to me. I should have made the connection."
Edgeworth extends his hand to Apollo. "He neglected his second half of the introduction. Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor and old friend of Phoenix Wright. You could say we were rivals back in the day."
As Apollo shakes Mr. Edgeworth's hand, he wonders if their relationship is anything like his and Prosecutor Gavin's. Edgeworth certainly seems like a more down-to-earth type of guy, and those glasses only add to his scholarly look. But looks can be deceiving, if Mr. Gavin is any indication. Apollo wonders, not for the first time, why his mind strays to his old mentor yet again.
"So the 'friend' you're helping out is Mr. Wright?" muses Apollo out loud.
Apollo finds himself in another heated discussion with Mr. Edgeworth as the other man jumps into the intricacies of the new jurist system started by Phoenix Wright. As the defense for the first ever case that implemented the new system, Apollo has a lot to say, or rather a lot of complaints to voice. He has never been as poetic as Mr. Gavin or as smooth as the younger Gavin, but Apollo knows how to be blunt and loud if nothing else. Besides, there is no librarian here to throw him out.
He stutters while he's trying to grasp the right words, his nerves causing him to be overly exuberant. He lets slip a few "fines" when he feels anything but fine about the system. What Phoenix Wright tried to do was a grand feat, but he has only replaced one flawed system with another. Apollo doesn't know where the jurist system will lead them, only that there is still so much more they need to figure out. Apollo has relied on evidence and fact all throughout his life, his belief in the law pulling him through the darkest of times. But with Phoenix Wright came confusion and paradigm shifts. Apollo no longer knows where he stands, or even where their law stands. He sees Mr. Gavin clearly in his mind -- the once meticulously groomed defense lawyer reduced to a cackling madman on the convict stand.
Emotion is such a scary force. In Mr. Gavin's case, he's pretty sure they came to the right judgment, but who's to say that human emotion won't be led astray in a different case?
He voices his concerns, and despite his stuttering, Mr. Edgeworth nods and addresses him seriously, never rushing him or trying to put words in his mouth. It's an entirely different experience from his attempted conversations with Mr. Wright where the other man never seems to hear a word he says. Apollo glances at Mr. Wright in accusation, wondering why Mr. Wright never bothers to strike up a dialogue with him like the one he's having now with Mr. Edgeworth before throwing him into the trial of his life. His gaze remains on Wright as he continues to talk about the jurist system, not noticing when he lapses into complaints about getting led around by Phoenix Wright instead. Phoenix doesn't notice either, for his hands are in his pockets and he's staring off to the side.
Edgeworth's eyebrows rise past his frames as Apollo's continuous stream of complaints get louder and louder. He follows Apollo's gaze, noting Apollo's incredulous look and Wright's indifference. His chuckles bring Apollo's attention back, a faint blush blossoming across Apollo's cheeks when he finally notices how he's been spewing a bunch of nonsense at Edgeworth.
"I'm sorry!" exclaims Apollo hastily.
Edgeworth merely chuckles more, his eyes soft and warm behind that pair of cold glasses. He's watching Apollo fondly, the young man's exuberance and awkwardness a refreshing contrast to the cynicism and resignation he's always surrounded by now. It's a wonder how much time has changed them, but even now he thinks they were once that age.
"I bet you'd run across a burning bridge to save someone," murmurs Edgeworth mostly to himself.
"Huh?" asks Apollo at what feels like a complete non sequitur.
It's not the silver-haired man who responds to Apollo's confusion, but rather Mr. Wright.
"Well, that's a foolish thing to do," says Wright as he scratches at his stubble. Even now, he's still staring off to the side, his attention nowhere near the conversation at hand.
"It is," agrees Edgeworth.
Edgeworth's comments, or perhaps his tone, finally makes Wright look his way.
Neither of them say anything else, their gazes conveying much more beyond the words they've exchanged. Apollo is completely left out of the silent conversation, but he notices that Edgeworth's agreement is anything but that. The man's glasses have slid a few millimeters down his nose, a sign that his head is tilted down ever-so-slightly. If not for Apollo's eyes, the tilt is undetectable. Apollo covers his face, wishing he's not perceiving such things even while outside the courtroom. It's rude of him, but he can't say he's not curious.
Apollo's movement catches the eye of more than one person in the room. "What's wrong, Justice?" asks Edgeworth, the first to voice his concern. When Apollo quickly drops his hand, he sees Wright turning away. The man's playing with the left string from his hood, something Apollo has never seen him do before. The Mr. Wright that Apollo knows is not one to fidget.
"I'm fine," answers Apollo. He immediately winces at the use of that word again. Wright stays silent, knowing exactly what is going on with Apollo and figuring out what that means for Edgeworth. Wright has been strangely quiet the entire time Apollo has been there, and now that he thinks about it, so is Trucy.
She's playing with a deck of cards, shuffling them in more ways than Apollo thinks is possible. The cards are flying between her hands in a never-ending cascade. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. It's only something she's busying her hands with, for she's watching her daddy just like Apollo is.
Edgeworth tries to steer the conversation back on track, and he almost succeeds. Apollo can easily lose himself in conversation with this man. The same goes for Edgeworth with Apollo. Once upon a time, Edgeworth would have been taken back by Apollo's passion, his honesty and belief for justice almost blinding, but Apollo doesn't know that. Instead, he's greeted by a man who's laughing freely with him, who's eager to hear what he has to say. Apollo doesn't lose himself in the conversation this time, but it's not like it matters. One minute, he's musing along with Mr. Edgeworth over the idea that maybe they'll meet in court one day under the new jurist system; the next, he finds the office door shut in front of his face.
There is no librarian here to throw him out, but Mr. Wright does the same just fine.
Apollo blinks and thuds his head against the door. Mr. Wright is normally mysterious enough, but his cryptic behavior is even worse today. He's the one who invited Apollo to dinner after all.
Hungry and weary, Apollo resigns to eating at Guy Eldoon's noodle stand that evening. It's conveniently close, and Apollo doesn't feel like going home just yet. He has too many thoughts occupying his mind that he knows he won't be able to sleep that night. They're minute details, but they keep repeating in his mind. First it's Mr. Edgeworth with his glasses sliding down his nose. Then there's Mr. Wright playing around with the string from his hood above the left of his chest.
Without thinking, Apollo places his hand over the left of his chest. His fingers brush against his attorney badge. Apollo is never without his badge if he can help it. Although Apollo doesn't know Mr. Wright from his attorney days, he thinks that Mr. Wright must have been the same once with his attorney badge, wearing it proudly and showing it to everyone. Apollo wonders if perhaps the man is reminiscing with all the memories that Mr. Edgeworth must invoke.
Apollo tries not to think about how much his eyes see. He raises his bowl and drinks the soup, but his eyes water immediately from the saltiness.
When he goes to sleep that night, Apollo dreams of glinting glasses and falling attorney badges.
to be continued (hopefully...)
My style has changed quite a lot. :3;; Won't be crossposting this to ffnet or AO3 until I actually post the second half of the fic...which might take me another 5 years. ^^;;
I have another two AA fics I might post here in my journal, but neither are all that complete either.