A/N: Hey, so I decided to the 30DayOTP challenge and this pairing happened to take the crown of my heart. I'll upload a different one-shot every day (if I can)and just prepare for some Justicykes feels!

Holding Hands

"Hey Athena, are you sure you're ready for this?" Apollo's brow narrowed in worry as he followed the orange headed lawyer up the steps of a pretty steep hill.

"Yeah," Athena responded gently before taking a sudden stop in front of Apollo. Her body froze there for a few seconds before she held her hands together. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Silence filled the atmosphere as both parties were practically speechless. The only sound heard were the breezes of the wind blowing against their skins, causing Athena to shiver slightly. She should've worn some warmer clothes but instead she went with her usual blue and yellow attire. Meanwhile, Apollo was at least smart enough to slap on a red hoodie with a pair of grey sweat pants. Of course, the chill being sent up their spines due to the gushing wind was the least of their concern.

Today was October Seventh, the day that marked the eight year anniversary since the UR-1 incident. Eight years ago today, Athena's mother—Metis Cykes—was murdered by the phantom spy, who never revealed his identity even a year later…or maybe he did, but nobody really paid attention afterwards since he was already held captive and charged for two cases of murders, and a few for bombing.

Athena took a minor break a few weeks after Phoenix had proved her innocence in court. Her first step was to meet up with the relatives she stayed with for the past seven years in Europe. With a thankful heart, Athena Cykes took a leave of absence for a month or two. If they never took her in she would've never became a lawyer, nor would she have seen Simon Blackquill's face, and nor would she have been employed in the Wright Anything Agency.

Today, with a heavy heart, she was visiting her mother's grave. Everybody knew her mother had an odd fascination with Japanese culture, so the buried her near the Nine-Tail's Valley—despite the fact that it never became popular until the famous wrestler, the Nine-Tail Fox. Despite the fact she and Apollo both knew that there were no yokais inhabiting the land to begin with, there was a burden on her heart.

Her footsteps stopped once more as the gaze of her eyes met with a row of tombstones. Her palm curled into a fist. Her stomach felt sick—her instincts told her to run, but she knew that she had to go face the truth.

Today was not the first time she has been visiting the graveyard. However, it was her first time visiting on the anniversary which marks her mother's death. Naturally, she would feel anxious. After all, the trauma has haunted her day and night for seven years. In order for it to completely go away, it would need some time. After all, time should heal all wounds.

"You'll be fine, Athena," a hand landed on her right shoulder.

Her eyes looked up and met with Apollo's dope grin. In return, she couldn't help but to smile in response. Maybe this was the feeling Juniper was talking about before. The other lawyer had a unique effect on her and every time he was around, she felt fine. Perhaps his Chords of Steel worked in different ways, in ways that she would never had been able to perceive the first time she shouted "I'm Athena Cykes and I'm fine" in the laboratory.

"Yeah… Yeah! I'm fine! I'm Athena Cykes and I'm fine!" Her voice echoed throughout the cemetery as she jumped up in the air. Then she landed on her two feet with her right hand formed into a peace sign.

"Atta 'Thena!" Apollo flashed another grin, before he could register any other emotions, he felt his hand being pulled onto, and his whole body was dragged through the tombstones at the speed of light.

He could barely pull himself together, nonetheless retort the abrasive actions of the orange headed lawyer. However, his eyes and brows softened a little at the feeling of their hands being held together. This warmth, it was something special. Perhaps, it was a feeling that he hasn't felt since high school—the weird school girl crushes he developed on a girl or two, which he could not remember their names anyways.

Finally, they slowed down; indicating Metis Cykes' tombstone was nearby. Apollo straightened himself before turning to Athena, who was on the brink of tears right now. He squeezed her hand a little, reassuring that he was there and she could trust him. Blue eyes looked over to the brunette before she squeezed his hand back in response, acknowledging his support. Athena grinned at Apollo before averting her gaze back at her mother's tombstone.

"Hey, mom. It's been a while hasn't it?"

All the distress, the treacherous emotions seemed to have gone down the drain when Apollo came and squeezed her hand. Though a little slow, Athena finally caught on to what Juniper meant when she said just by thinking about Apollo gave her strength, and how he was an array of sunshine. Athena was glad to hold onto his hand and glad that he and everyone else in the Wright Anything Agency was there to walk this path in her life.