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It Takes Two: Chapter Twenty One
I think I might've stated once or twice that I was over and done with this series. Yet, I don't think I ever will be. I'm just stating, for the record, that unless a new series catches my eye and I like it enough to write a new chapter for ITT, I'm done.
In any case, I liked Apollo Justice enough to finish this Apollo/Vera ficlet. ♥ (I'm still debating on doing something for Shugo Chara! and Phoenix Wright, but you never know.) Why Apollo/Vera and not.. say, Apollo/Ema or Apollo/Trucy? Personal preference, I'm afraid to say. (And Apollo/Trucy... is just... illegal.)
Title: Art Lessons
Fandom: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Apollo Justice x Vera Misham
Disclaimer: This wonderful game belongs to Capcom. I'm just having fun with a fanfic, okay?
It had been a month since that fateful trial, and as Apollo slowly decided to himself as he stood in front of the Misham Studio, it was a month too soon. Trucy had decided that he needed a day off (a day off? A day off from what? They got cases like once a month) and shooed him out from the office before he could even say anything.
N-not that the office was technically an office anyways. Apollo couldn't help sighing upon remembering his workplace - it was more of a talent agency than a respectable lawyer's firm, that's for sure. It was still a miracle he managed to get cases, let alone win them, in that mess.
Sighing, he let himself into the studio. Vera had lent him a key and it would be a shame to let it go to waste if he didn't step in just once before he had to return it. That's what Trucy had said, anyways: Apollo had been all for handing the key back to her and being done with this case.
There were just too many bad memories associated with it... all of them leading back to that day seven years ago. It was funny, Apollo realized as he walked among the unfinished paintings, how he could get sick of the word "seven" so easily. (Or was it a number?)
"Vera? Are you in?"
A confused face peered from the studio doors. Blinking, she slowly nodded. "Yes. Mr. Justice, what... seems to be the matter?"
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. She was still calling him that, even after all this time? "Nothing really. I just came in to check on you and all." He paused for a moment, then added, "... You know, you can call me Apollo, right?"
Her cheeks flushed; she walked in, carrying a teacup. (He guessed she was afraid to ever drink out of a coffee mug again) Setting hers down on the table, she motioned to the rest of the apartment. "I... can get you some... tea if you want."
"It's fine, really," He insisted, smiling nervously. "I'm not thirsty."
"Did you want to come to learn to paint?"
Paint? Apollo Justice, paint? Those two things just seemed like a total oxymoron right then and there. Yet, he really didn't have anything else to do today. Trucy wouldn't let him back into the office until evening, and he doubted he would actually be enjoying himself at his house.
"I can try," He offered with a nervous laugh. "That is, if you're okay with it?"
She blinked. Quickly taking her sketchbook, she scribbled a smile on the first page and held it up to him. Apollo couldn't help it; he returned a smile to her. Rolling up his sleeves (even on his days off, he found himself wearing that suit), he motioned to the paints nearby.
"Then let's begin."
Vera opened an old sketchbook and set it in his lap. Taking some pencils, she gently placed one in his lap. Apollo blinked, watching her begin her first art lesson. For someone who was normally so shy and withdrawn... when it came to art, her entire face lit up.
Her enthusiasm was contagious; Apollo soon found himself mimicking her drawings to the best of his ability. Granted, it wasn't much (really, he was tragically bad), but he tried.
Glancing back at his mentor every now and then, he let the pencil glide across the paper. The apple stood in front of him, its shiny glaze taunting him... almost as if to say, "You can't draw me! Ha!"
He glared back at the apple, his pencil scribbles becoming more furious by the second.
"Mr. Justice?"
Apollo didn't reply; he and the apple were too busy having a stare-down. In a matter of minutes, the sketch covered the page. Apollo held it up to Vera. "How does it look?"
Vera blinked. Her hand immediately went to her mouth, and she laughed. "It... looks very... creative, Mr. Justice."
That was artist speak for bad, wasn't it? Apollo's face dropped, sighing as he set the sketchbook aside. "Guess this means I'm heading back to the drawing board."
She tilted her head, almost as if she wanted to say something. "Um..."
"What is it?"
"Mr. Justice--"
"I told you that you can call me Apollo," He smiled nervously. "Is that it?"
She shook her head. "Mr... no, Apollo. Maybe... um..."
He rose from his seat, bouncing the eraser in his left hand. "... Do you want me to come back again tomorrow?"
Her eyes widened; judging from the smile that came again from her sketchbook, he had hit the mark. He turned to leave the studio. Leaning his hands against the door frame, he glanced over his shoulder at her.
"Then I'll be here. How does... tomorrow at 3 sound?"
She smiled, nodding. "Okay."
... Did she just smile? Apollo took a double-take. Yeah, she was! The smile on her sketchbook didn't need to be drawn; he could tell that she was genuinely happy for once.
"Yeah? Um... thanks for today, Vera. I really liked it."
With that, he finally left the studio. Vera watched him walk off with the faintest of smiles before returning to her unfinished tea and painting. Tomorrow, it seemed, couldn't come soon enough.
In any case, I liked Apollo Justice enough to finish this Apollo/Vera ficlet. ♥ (I'm still debating on doing something for Shugo Chara! and Phoenix Wright, but you never know.) Why Apollo/Vera and not.. say, Apollo/Ema or Apollo/Trucy? Personal preference, I'm afraid to say. (And Apollo/Trucy... is just... illegal.)
Title: Art Lessons
Fandom: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Apollo Justice x Vera Misham
Disclaimer: This wonderful game belongs to Capcom. I'm just having fun with a fanfic, okay?
It had been a month since that fateful trial, and as Apollo slowly decided to himself as he stood in front of the Misham Studio, it was a month too soon. Trucy had decided that he needed a day off (a day off? A day off from what? They got cases like once a month) and shooed him out from the office before he could even say anything.
N-not that the office was technically an office anyways. Apollo couldn't help sighing upon remembering his workplace - it was more of a talent agency than a respectable lawyer's firm, that's for sure. It was still a miracle he managed to get cases, let alone win them, in that mess.
Sighing, he let himself into the studio. Vera had lent him a key and it would be a shame to let it go to waste if he didn't step in just once before he had to return it. That's what Trucy had said, anyways: Apollo had been all for handing the key back to her and being done with this case.
There were just too many bad memories associated with it... all of them leading back to that day seven years ago. It was funny, Apollo realized as he walked among the unfinished paintings, how he could get sick of the word "seven" so easily. (Or was it a number?)
"Vera? Are you in?"
A confused face peered from the studio doors. Blinking, she slowly nodded. "Yes. Mr. Justice, what... seems to be the matter?"
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. She was still calling him that, even after all this time? "Nothing really. I just came in to check on you and all." He paused for a moment, then added, "... You know, you can call me Apollo, right?"
Her cheeks flushed; she walked in, carrying a teacup. (He guessed she was afraid to ever drink out of a coffee mug again) Setting hers down on the table, she motioned to the rest of the apartment. "I... can get you some... tea if you want."
"It's fine, really," He insisted, smiling nervously. "I'm not thirsty."
"Did you want to come to learn to paint?"
Paint? Apollo Justice, paint? Those two things just seemed like a total oxymoron right then and there. Yet, he really didn't have anything else to do today. Trucy wouldn't let him back into the office until evening, and he doubted he would actually be enjoying himself at his house.
"I can try," He offered with a nervous laugh. "That is, if you're okay with it?"
She blinked. Quickly taking her sketchbook, she scribbled a smile on the first page and held it up to him. Apollo couldn't help it; he returned a smile to her. Rolling up his sleeves (even on his days off, he found himself wearing that suit), he motioned to the paints nearby.
"Then let's begin."
Vera opened an old sketchbook and set it in his lap. Taking some pencils, she gently placed one in his lap. Apollo blinked, watching her begin her first art lesson. For someone who was normally so shy and withdrawn... when it came to art, her entire face lit up.
Her enthusiasm was contagious; Apollo soon found himself mimicking her drawings to the best of his ability. Granted, it wasn't much (really, he was tragically bad), but he tried.
Glancing back at his mentor every now and then, he let the pencil glide across the paper. The apple stood in front of him, its shiny glaze taunting him... almost as if to say, "You can't draw me! Ha!"
He glared back at the apple, his pencil scribbles becoming more furious by the second.
"Mr. Justice?"
Apollo didn't reply; he and the apple were too busy having a stare-down. In a matter of minutes, the sketch covered the page. Apollo held it up to Vera. "How does it look?"
Vera blinked. Her hand immediately went to her mouth, and she laughed. "It... looks very... creative, Mr. Justice."
That was artist speak for bad, wasn't it? Apollo's face dropped, sighing as he set the sketchbook aside. "Guess this means I'm heading back to the drawing board."
She tilted her head, almost as if she wanted to say something. "Um..."
"What is it?"
"Mr. Justice--"
"I told you that you can call me Apollo," He smiled nervously. "Is that it?"
She shook her head. "Mr... no, Apollo. Maybe... um..."
He rose from his seat, bouncing the eraser in his left hand. "... Do you want me to come back again tomorrow?"
Her eyes widened; judging from the smile that came again from her sketchbook, he had hit the mark. He turned to leave the studio. Leaning his hands against the door frame, he glanced over his shoulder at her.
"Then I'll be here. How does... tomorrow at 3 sound?"
She smiled, nodding. "Okay."
... Did she just smile? Apollo took a double-take. Yeah, she was! The smile on her sketchbook didn't need to be drawn; he could tell that she was genuinely happy for once.
"Yeah? Um... thanks for today, Vera. I really liked it."
With that, he finally left the studio. Vera watched him walk off with the faintest of smiles before returning to her unfinished tea and painting. Tomorrow, it seemed, couldn't come soon enough.