Music Is For Everyone

A Oneshot Written For My Own Enjoyment

"Polly….I'm bored."

"Then find something to entertain yourself, Truce. Practice your magic tricks."

"But I practiced all morning! Mr. Hat is tired now."

"Then call a friend or something."

"They're all on vacation. It's a holiday weekend, remember?"

"Trucy, I'm busy."

"You don't look busy to me."

"Sleeping counts."

Apollo lay on his back on the couch, an open book laid upside-down on his chest on the pretense that the rookie lawyer planned to finish it…eventually. Trucy stood behind the couch, arms propped up on its back, trying in vain to convince Apollo to get up and do something.

"Can we go see Vera?"

"No."

"Detective Skye?"

"Oh God no."

"Mr. Gavin?"

"I'd sooner have my hearing ruined for eternity. Which I might, if we see him."

"Come on, Polly!"

Apollo groaned in annoyance as Trucy grabbed his hand and dragged him to his feet. The book fell to the floor, and snapped shut.

"Now, look, Truce, you made me lose my place."

"You weren't going to finish it anyway."

"Where are you dragging me?"

"I don't know yet. I'll find somewhere."

She gave it a moment's thought, then her smile brightened.

"We can go see Papa at the Borscht Bowl Club!"

Apollo gave up.

"Fine."

Trucy let out an excited squeal, and forcibly dragged Apollo out the door.

"Trucy, slow down."

"Polly, speed up!"

"Truce, come on, I'm tired-"

"Then this is the perfect way to wake up!"

…………

"Wait- what's that?"

"Where?"

"Over there!"

Apollo caught only a slight glimpse of a small, blonde head disappearing around a corner. Whoever it was obviously didn't want to be seen. But who was it? And why had they caught Trucy's attention?

"Trucy, who did you see?"

"I don't know, but he looked familiar…"

"He?"

"I'm sure it was a boy."

As soon as the words had left her mouth, Trucy took off for the corner. Sighing dejectedly, Apollo followed. They peeked around the corner.

The boy jumped about a mile. Obviously he didn't think they had seen him. Well, they certainly had, and Trucy was right. He was familiar.

"Machi!"

Machi Tobaye had backed himself into the little mini-corner made up of the cement corner-marking monument and the iron-bar fence that ran along the sidewalk's edge. He was dressed as he always had been, in his white, lacy clothse, but he had thrown a simplistic navy blue coat over it. Strangely enough, he still wore the sunglasses that he had always worn for the sake of Lamiroir's reputation, and he currently looked more than a little bit scared.

"Machi, are you okay?" Trucy asked.

He responded in rapid Borginian.

"Machi, we can't understand," Trucy told him slowly.

That was when it seemed to dawn on him. He remembered who they were.

"Yes- you are- Trucy, yes?" he said in broken English. Trucy smiled, and nodded.

"And this is Polly!" she said brightly, pointing at Apollo.

Machi smiled, for just a moment, but then panic returned to his face.

"De- detective! Throw.." He struggled for a moment, then indicated some small object with his hands. "..at me!"

Uh oh…I think I see where THIS is going…

Sure enough, Apollo was right. The first thing he saw when he looked up was the figure of the irritable Detective Skye running towards them, Snackoos in hand.

"Justice! Tell him I'm not going to hurt him!"

Ema did not look in any way pleased. Apollo just smirked at her.

"Did you throw Snackoos at him, Detective Skye?"

"Of course I didn't- well, yeah, just one. I didn't see who it was," she explained, blushing slightly. "I wouldn't have done it if I'd known it was him…"

Apollo just sighed and shook his head, Phoenix Wright style.

"Ema…say you're sorry."

She rolled her eyes, then looked at Machi.

"I'm sorry, kid, okay? I didn't see it was you."

Machi seemed to take a minute to digest what she'd said…or to translate, more likely. Then he smiled at her, and held out a hand. Ema grinned, and accepted it.

"Truce, kid."

It was then that Ema glanced down at her watch.

"Oh, crap, I'm gonna be late!"

Waving a hasty goodbye, she took off around the corner at a run.

Then Apollo and Trucy turned their attention back to Machi.

"Machi, what are you doing here?" Trucy asked.

He shrugged.

"Don't know."

Trucy gave it a moment's silence before she lit up.

"You can come with us!"

What?! Trucy, what are you doing?!

"We're going to watch Papa play!"

Machi was confused. But he smiled anyway.

"Okay. I come."