Finalage, you…behave yourself. Ahh…well, someone's not feeling well today. Not because I've got two finals in one day either, I'm talking about other circumstances…well, blame my mind for thinking this up. This is a one shot…PLEASE be a one shot. (If there is something that I always fail at, it's creating one-shots.)
I do not own Ace Attorney, ehh?
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Shivering Rain
ACEATT-2
It was always raining…these days; even when the sun was supposed to shine. Always…raining…ceaselessly, and it never even considered who it was soaking either. But it was strange. Why does the rain only…fall on me? It falls on me and the ground I walk on, but everywhere else…it can't be me. I'm…too strong for that. Right?
This rain…it can't be tears, can it? It's too cold to be tears. Too cold…
Looking up, the rain doesn't sting my eyes as it falls on me. It is my tears, isn't it? Rain stings. Simple as that, the rain pauses again. My eyes, maybe I'm sick?
It is cold after all…cold for May. The clouds in the sky…puddles here and there…dry…but then I see a drop fall. No; this one stings…a lot. I make a dash for shelter, looking for somewhere to take cover; I suppose my hat will have to do.
It's been months…or is it just a month? I can't tell, not when my time is counted in irregular days, in performances. That's right isn't it? I'm a performer. Performers don't cry. Not while on stage, and now, the world is my stage. So my eyes are lying!
… … …How can something that doesn't speak lie? Maybe they use different voices?
It starts to really rain now, but the rain is warm too. I know which rain I'm feeling…but that doesn't help me any…I clutch the phone in my pocket. How did it get there again? Someone gave it to me, didn't they?
It's…vibrating. It's also wet…and weak. It looks like it's been shivering like I have…for a long time.
Oh, wait, why am I shivering if the rain is so warm?
…Never mind that!
I answer the phone, but I find my mouth is glued shut. The cold…has robbed me of my voice. Thief! Give it back!
"…Hello? Oh…I guess I caught the answering machine again…Well! I guess I'll try again. I'm Phoenix…uhh…"Old Boy."…Trucy, I'd like to speak with you when I get the chance. If you could come to my office…It's near the Gatewater Hotel, you can't miss it, the sign says: "Wright & Co Law Offices"…umm…if you could call me back at the number on my card…I really would like to talk…umm-ohh wow, I haven't heard a beep yet…unless I missed it? …No, the line is live…hello? Helllooo…oh no….Hello! Is anybody there?.! It's raining…did someone steal her phone…did someone take her?.! Damnit!"
The line…it went dead. He didn't hang up, the phone…it fought too hard, for too long. It's dead now.
Phoenix? Didn't…didn't my mother tell me about those? Flying high, a bird of flames…or something…it was supposed to be eternal, a protector…Old Boy?
Daddy said to trust him, didn't he?
I feel cold on my head, and it rushes to my neck, down my back… My hat…can't protect me forever.
The warm rain…it's stopped. That little phone, it was warm for some reason…
Nonsense, it was ice cold…but warm.
Maybe…it was time to visit old boy…
I looked up. The rain…
Tomorrow.
Old boy would have to wait until tomorrow.
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Don't ask me, I don't know. This took me almost exactly an hour, and I've no idea why it took that amount of time...all I know is that it's started to rain now.
It slightly upsets me that I can't right justify anything. I wanted too.
~Finalage.