Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright and all related characters belong to Capcom, not me. Too bad.
I hope you like this chapter; it is a tad longer than the last.
Once again... Read away!
The very next morning, Godot awoke, felling better than the previous day. Way better.
Perhaps it was the fact that there was no alarm screaming in his ear, and there was a good reason for that, and that he had gotten a good reminder of Mia. It was always nice seeing her, she always appeared in Maya's body, but nonetheless, it was still her. Beauty and all.
He gathered everything he needed for a long days' work at the prosecutor's office, and set out to the very same café he had been to the day before. He wondered if he would see his kitten… or… that cat ever again.
Some dreams come true.
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After being comfortably seated at his usual spot, he read his files and gulped down his dark, bitter obsession.
And, as Disneyworld claims, 'dreams do come true.'
The same feeling crept slowly into his body as it had yesterday.
"…Oh, you're back."
Again, he patted her furry head, and gave her his unused cream, always sitting, lonely, by itself on the tabletop.
She purred, and he smiled. Somehow, this little bit of generosity made him feel… happy.
'Mia' Jumped up onto his lap, and nestled in comfortably. No way could he move now. You mess with the kitten; you get the claws… or scratched in the face.
He groaned. If only the kitten could understand that he had to leave, or he would get a very loud talking to with a Miss Lana Skye.
So, to avoid being beaten up too much, Godot subtly lifted her off and placed her on the stone floor.
He left, hurrying to the office so he wouldn't be late.
However, he heard something behind him. A faint squeal.
He quickly spun around on his heals and, much to his surprise, was the cat.
He sighed. "What am I going to do with you…?"
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Oh, great. He thought.
Godot walked towards the kitten, and kneeled down in front of her. He petted her.
"Sorry, but I have to go to work. You can't follow me; for I think there's a law about prosecutors taking small cats to their offices, okay?" He told her softly.
She meowed and licked his hand. The rough skin on the cat's tongue sent a shiver up his spine.
He stood up, turned the other way, and walked in the proper direction of his office. Just once, he turned his head to see if she was following. She wasn't.
He averted his gaze, and kept on going.
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Just by dumb luck, the blind prosecutor wasn't late. And, he was too focused on getting there on time, he forgot about the kitten.
He stepped into Lana's office. "Sorry if I'm a little late, Skye… I just had a slight hold up."
She stood up from her work. "Just be quicker next time." She paused and looked behind Godot. "Ahem… what is that, if I may ask…?" She said and motioned to something standing outside the door.
He turned around; and, sure enough, there was the 'Mia'.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be better, or longer. One of those two. o0