This is my first PW fanfiction. The pairing will be Maya and Godot. I don't care what you say. This being my first time and all... be gentle. :3
I don't know if I want to do chapters of this, or make it a one shot...but for now I'll leave it In Progress, there's no plot yet though and I haven't played Apollo Justice yet, but from my understanding Maya isn't even in it, so for all we know she's having awesome Godot time in the mountains.
If I end up stopping it here (lack of reviews, whatever) then it's simply implied Maya and Godot...but still sexy as hell and you love it long time.
Enjoy! Don't forget that I love reviews like cookies! Nom nom.
The rain fell carefully. The pitter patter of the wetness on the roof of the temple made only an echo. His fingers were carefully entwined with a teacup, romantically almost. The tea was not bitter, was not dark and was not good. It was with a polite and lopsided grin that he took that cup and sipped from it. It was with a tentative eye that he looked to his host. She was not much taller than the last time he saw her, but a few things about her had changed. She was lady now. Still a kitten, of course, but a lady now.
It had only been three years.
She took a seat next to him and looked out at the garden, the wood creaked below her as she sat down. He looked at her and took another hesitant sip of his tea. His slacks were rolled up expertly from their rainy excursion. His shoes removed at the door and his socks stuffed in them haphazardly. His toes were long and she could see his extensor tendons as they stuck up and looked carved in his mocha skin. Veins were flexed away and brought back to life with a movement.
No words for a long time. Only rain.
"Mr. Armando," she began and he turned to her with that smile.
"Godot is still okay," he said and she looked huffy.
"That's not your name though!" the twenty-two year old before him insisted. She looked at him and he met her gaze with only that visor. She looked away. He looked into his tea.
"Godot is who I've made myself into now. I thought people were waiting for me," he said and Maya looked down even more. Her feet were so interesting at this point. "Does this help?" he suddenly asked and she looked up to meet brown eyes that looked faded with blindness, a scar across the bridge of his nose. His visor was held loosely in his hand, the cup still hugging his knuckles.
"A little, I guess," she said and looked at him. He shrugged and sipped his tea again. "I had a question."
"By all means," he said.
"How was…everything…?" she asked and he looked thoughtful.
"Prison was not a theme park, if that's what you mean. I had to see a doctor every week to keep my health up. After what happen with you at the temple up on that mountain the judge was lenient enough to give me an appeal when I went though my own court appearance. Grossburg represented me, of course, and I was set free."
"That doesn't happen to often with murderers," Maya said thoughtfully. Godot chuckled despite the context of the statement. "OH! I didn't mean!" Maya began.
"Don't worry about it. I know what you meant. After that, I trekked up here to see Mia. That was about it," he confined.
Maya looked out at the garden before the two of them and stretched her feet out to allow the rain to hit them. He watched her, even though she was blur to him. A colorful explosion and white skin.
They had met on this day at the gravesite of Mia Fey and Misty Fey. Maya hadn't originally planned to go to the graveyard, but had found Godot bumbling about in the bushes as she happened by.
Then came the rain.
Maya and he had run to an overhanging and stood. Water dripped from hair and clothing. No words were exchanged then. Maya looked down at her feet. He looked at something in the distance of the village. Thunder shook the ground they stood on. Then, finally:
"You've gotten taller," his voice was soft, but rough like sandpaper. She had almost forgotten it.
"Not really…maybe a centimeter or so, not much," she insisted and turned to look up at him.
"That's taller."
An invitation and lastly, tea. Even if it wasn't.
Bitter.
Dark.
Strong.
His lips touched the rim and he sipped, only enough to bring the flavor to his tongue. Not much more.
"You weren't planning to come see me were you?" she asked and he looked at a stone. A bush. Anything.
Not her.
"I… don't like to hurt woman, it's my rule," he said and his tea was finished.
"You haven't hurt me, Mr. Godot."
"Maya," he said and looked at her. She looked at him.
"What happened at that temple…" he began and Maya made a frustrated noise.
"Let's not talk about it!" she insisted and crossed her arms. "You saved my life, that's all there is. It wasn't your fault. Everyone knew that. You're not a bad man."
He didn't speak again and Maya stood up then. Her feet were wet and she looked down at him. He slipped his visor back on.
Hands on hips. Raindrops on her Achilles tendon.
"Get up and we'll go out and get you some coffee," Maya insisted. Godot looked up at her and smiled. "I'm just getting upset watching you choke down that tea!"
She looked the most like her sister then.