Okay, you're probably all thinking; "WOCKY AND VERA? They couldn't… they'd never…" and stuff. Well, honestly, I think I'm more of a fan of Apollo x Vera. But, I really wanted to see these two together. I didn't even think of the possibility… until I thought of it. Yup! So… here it is! If it's good enough… I'll continue. But… I don't know if I can do it… so if you like this… please review and tell me to continue! I'll do my best! No flames. Oh, and sorry if I don't do Wocky right. I can't really get his accent down…
Disclaimer – Hmm… nope. No one could think this crack pairing up. It's just my messed up mind. So I don't own any Capcom characters. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Little Plum's POV
"Wocky! Whadya wanna eat?" I walked to his room, "broom" in hand. It's been a month since that betrayer, Alita Tiala was convicted, thanks to that little boy with the spikes and the blue girl. The Kitaki family has been working good deals; making clean money. We've been selling food, investing in stocks, and other clean stuff. Winfred's been working really hard to get money for the operation. Wocky only has so long… his heart's already been shattered once; I don't think he can handle the next one coming.
"Go away, Ma! I don't wanna talks to nobodies! Stay away from me!" Wocky's been in a pinch… Alita betraying him, the new business, and, naturally, the expiration date on his life. He's got a lot on those shoulders of his. What a tough boy…
"Wocky! I'm sorry that girl was being a… never mind. But, you've gotta move on from that! You'll find another girl!"
"No I won't, Ma! Alita… she was mah soulmate, bizzoy! I can't just fo'get her! I wuz her sole protecter, the G of her dreams! No way, bizzoy! She needs my protection!"
"Wocky," I flashed my katana. "If she can kill a man, and hide the truth and frame you; her fiancé, then she does not; I repeat: does not; need protection. She can handle herself in jail. Trust me, boy." I put the katana back in.
"…I- I love her! She loves me too! She needs me!"
"Look." I flashed my katana once again. "You're a 'G', right?" He nodded. "Then you're a good protector. But Alita doesn't need it. Give it to the girl who really deserves it, Wocky. Criminals like her don't deserve protection. Give it to someone who deserves it."
"…" He stared at me. "Hot Dog. 'Cuz I'm a gangsta!" There's my boy! I hugged him and left.
Apollo's POV
My fourth case. A nasty one, for sure. Kristoph almost had us… Vera, almost… she… she survived. That's what matters. I've kept in touch with most of my clients; Mr. Wright, well, we know he's still with Trucy. Wocky and his family have been working with clean money for once, even if he thinks Mr. Kitaki is weak. Machi is still in prison. Lamiroir visits the young pianist on frequent occasion. Vera… she's gained some confidence since the trial. I've seen her sometimes at the Wonder Bar, hiding in the back. But I still haven't seen her anywhere else. Where does she get her food…?
"Hello?" I found myself at Drew Studio, knocking at the front door. "Uh… it's Apollo. Apollo Justice. Vera? I… I was your defense attorney? Vera Misham?" Silence. Pure and utter silence. Then, I heard the door open. A little crack. I saw one blue eye.
"M-Mr. Justice? I-Is that y-you?" She managed to spit out.
"Yeah, Vera. I came to see how you're doing."
The door slowly swung outward, and Vera stood there; notebook in hand, and a shy look on her face.
"Hi Vera! How are you doing?"
She smiled. "Good, Mr. Justice. Thank you for visiting."
"Could I come in?"
"…Sure." She opened the door with a smile. I heard a loud ringing noise.
"Oh, that must be the kettle. Want some tea?"
"With honey?" I asked, a sheepish smile on my face. Vera giggled, and nodded.
Later, we sat down on the couch, drinking some tea.
"So, how are you doing, Vera?" I asked, trying to make some conversation.
"Well, I've been trying to get out at least once a week… To get some fresh air; and to draw." She got out her sketchpad. "Here's a few things I've seen…"
"Ah, so you've been to People Park. And… the courtroom…? Is that the Judge?"
"He wanted a drawing… these are some rough sketches, but I already gave him the final copy."
I smiled. "I'm so glad you're moving on, Vera. Fresh air is just what you need!"
"Yes; I can't believe all the things I've missed! The world is such a beautiful place." She, once again, dazzled me with that rare smile.
"It really is. Just be careful, okay? The world is a great place, but some people…" I faltered, thinking of Kristoph Gavin; Alita Tiala; Daryan Crescend… but they're all murderers. You can't just meet a murderer on the street, right? No… that, that wouldn't happen to Vera… again… right…?
"…I know, Mr. Justice." She looked down, fiddling with her teacup. "I think… I'm going to go take a walk right now, actually."
"Well, okay, Vera. I should get going, too. Trucy wants to practice her new act."
"Really? Oh, I'll come watch at the Wonder Bar! I hope I can see the new act!" She followed me out of Drew Studio.
"Bye, Vera. Good luck!" I waved goodbye.
"Goodbye, Mr. Justice!" She waved and walked in the other direction. Be safe, Vera…
Wocky's POV
"These O.G. Crackers are da bomb, bizzoy! They's gonna make a big sellin' with the G's! 'Specially this new flavor!" I was testin' out some of the new O.G. crackers Ma made. Ya know, this "clean money" business might not be as bad as I has thought. 'Dis really could be somethin' cool. But not as cool as da gangstas!
"The new cash is rollin' like dough. Soon, we'll have enough for Wocky…" Pops said. The operation was kind of a… awkward thing for me… Alita…
"…I'm gonna go for a walk, bein' a G and all! Late, Pops!" (A/N: I suck at Wocky…) I went out to go for a walk… I was about to… be totally un-"G"-like if I didn't leave.
"UGH! That guy… I can't… no… urgh…" I can't believe that doctor! Now my Pop's gotta go clean on me… that Rivales family! Urgh! I felt like screaming. I actually thought I was, but that was someone else. It was a girl screaming. What?
"EEEEEEEKKKK!" I ran over to an alley, and in the back by some dumpsters, I saw two muggers and a girl. The girl was holdin' on to some sorta notebook. She had long, curly blue hair and overalls with one of those "teddy bears" on it. Those two were grabbing her wrists, goin' for some money. That's no good! The real G's would never hurt a poor girl like that! She needs some protectin'!
Wait… she needs protection, duh… but does she deserve it? Ah, who am I kiddin'! 'Course she does!
"Yo! Youse better have a good reason fo' hurtin' that girl in front of a G like me! Now get outta here before I decide to call on the rest of the Kitakis!" That's the way to do it! Those two ran away from the scene faster than Ma could scarf down an O.G. Cracker.
That girl was sitting in the corner, shakin' like a lil' Chihuahua. She was holding her legs and cryin'.
"Hey, youse okay?"
"Eeek!"
"No, wait! It's fine! I was just tryin' to protect ya, you know? Gotta be a G!"
"Mmm…hmm…ehhh…th-thank you-you Thank you!" She tried running away.
"Hey! Hey! Wait! I didn't mean to hurt ya! I just wanna help youse!" I held on to her and hugged her until she was calmed down and down to shaky breaths.
"My name is… is… V-Vera Mis-ha-ham…"
"Well, das better! I'm Wocky Kitaki! Soon to be a big G and a gangsta!"
"Why did you save me…?"
"'Cuz you were in trouble! C'mon, I'll take ya home."
"Um… c-can y-you please s-stay with me a bit…?" She broke down into tears.
"Sure. I'll protect ya from any other messers!"
"Thank you so m-much, Wocky." She bowed. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She was warm… I could see her smile and blush a lil'. That's to be expected! I'm a G! She had a really awesome smile. It was crazy, yo! Even better than Alita! …Did I just say that…?
"So… what were youse doin' in an alley lik' dat?"
"…I was going out for a walk when I accidentally wandered… there. That's when I met them… those guys… what did they want…?"
"They was goin' for your money, ya know? They was thieves."
"…!" She got this scared expression on her face. "What if… what if they…" I hugged her to calm her down. "Those men are terrible people. I-I didn't know there were people who would actually…"
"Really?" It's like she hasn't been outside in forever…
"Well… is-is it okay if I t-tell you something?" She was stutterin' all ova the place.
"'Course, bizzoy! You can tell me anything!"
"Bizzoy? …Okay… Well, w-when I was young, I… I…ehh!" She was lookin' like a scared lil' kitten. I squeezed her hand.
"It's fine. If youse don't wanna tell me, it's all good."
"N-No… you deserve to know, W-Wocky…"
I nodded.
"Well, when I was young… I was almost kidnapped. Then, I began to become afraid… of the world. I stayed confined in my home with my father… Until he was murdered…"
"Your dad was…?"
"…Yes. And I was accused for it. But…" She smiled again, and looked up. "Mr. Apollo Justice and Ms. Trucy Wright were able to save me… and convict the right man…"
"Yo! No way! I think I was accused of murderin' some doctor… then Spikes and Top Hat (A/N: What? Spikes! And Top Hat!…Yeaaahh…) kept me from destiny… in the slammer! I coulda had some real street cred in there… and they even go and…accuse my girl! Alita Tiala… she was my fiancée 'til she was taken down to the slammer. But I guess she really was… badder than she shoulda been."
"…Oh. Well, I'm sorry about your fiancée."
"Yeah… I guess she didn't deserve my protection… I thought she was like, special, ya know, bizzoy?"
"Yes… the man who killed my father, I… I didn't think he would do that. He seemed so nice… he even gave me a present. Ariadoney nail polish… one of my favorites. And a stamp of Troupe Gramayre! I love stage magic! But… he managed to poison both my father and myself… I, I almost died of… atroquinine poisoning…" I saw her tear up a bit. I raised my hand and slowly wiped her tear away. She looked kinda shocked like, "whoaz, it's the G!" (A/N: Am I weird or extremely weird?)
"I almost died… but I survived, thanks to Mr. Justice and Mr. Phoenix Wright! There was this new 'system'. People voted to have me aquitted! Mr. Justice convinced the jury! I can never thank them enough…" Her eyes got all far away and mysterious… it was gorgeous, man!
"Yeah, I guess I understand you… My life clock is makin' its last ticks, ya know?"
"Huh?"
"I was confrontin' one of the Kitakis' main enemies: the Rivales. I was shot, right next to my ticker, ya know?" She gasped. "That doctor and Alita couldn't take the bullet out, so they has just pretended to fix me up! Now, I got a bullet in my heart, and my life's on the edge, ya know? I guess 'das why… my pops went weak on me. He's tryin' to get outta the family tradition! The gangsta life! Tryin' to get clean money… he tellin' me he wanna pay for my operation… with 'clean money' cuz the gangsta life is what caused 'dis ta happen! Why, if I ever…"
"…He's worried about you, Wocky. You, you could die at any moment because of that bullet. You're his son! No gangster life could ever change that, Wocky. You're family. The gangster life… it could kill you. And he wants to help you, Wocky. The clean way. To avoid hurting you again…" I… Why I…
"…I guess I had never thought of that…"
"Oh. Well, um… this is my home. Drew Studio." We was standin' in front of a brick buildin' like some sorta art studio.
"I shoulda known you was an artist."
"Yes. I'm learning to make my living without my father… by drawing."
"Really? Maybe I could see your paintings sometime?"
"Well, okay, Wocky. Thank you so much for protecting me." She smiled from one ear to another. It was like… dazzling. Gorgeous, ya know? No G could resist lookin' at it.
"You're welcome. Anythin' to protect a lady!" …Wait…
~Flashback~
"…Give it to the girl who really deserves it, Wocky. Criminals like her don't deserve protection. Give it to someone who deserves it."
~End of Flashback~
"Could I hang out with youse again sometime? I wanna see your paintings and walk with you and… uhm… did I say too much…?" Oops… man that was weird for a G!
"Sure, Wocky! I would feel better if you came with me…" She was blushin' a lil'.
"'Kay. I guess I be seein' youse tomorrow!"
"Goodbye, Wocky. And thank you." I hugged her. She was so… little and frail… and she smelled like honey… really sweet honey. She's lucky to have a G like me to protect her! Don't worry, Ma. Vera Misham deserves my protection. She's not mean, snobby, or possessive! And she ain't no criminal, right? Vera ain't no liar. She would never! I'm givin' my protection to someone who deserves it!
THE END
Okay, review and tell me if it was okay. I might do this again, but in Vera's POV. Just so you can see what she thought of their "date". Hehehe…
REVIEW PLEEAAAAAZZZ! And any typos were intentional, because it's WOCKY we are talking about. Late!
-DiamondRainbows