And now the next chapter...
Four
When Maya comes back I've already washed up and cleaned a lot of the kitchen and she wants to know if I've decided anywhere I'd like to go.
I haven't. To be honest, I spent the whole time dwelling on the fact she's leaving and there's also the fact I can't think of anywhere to go that we haven't been loads of times before.
My ideas basically consisted of cliché's; Theme parks, a picnic, the beach and swimming. We've done all that stuff before.
"I've got no idea Maya. If there anywhere in particular you want to go?" I ask, hoping she has more ideas than I have.
She pauses and seems to think for a while, "Er, where haven't we been lately?"
"I dunno, I mean, work's scarce until recently, so we've been everywhere."
"Good point . . . The Museum?" she asks, "We haven't been there before."
I shrug, "I'm not fussed, let's go for it."
So we do, I pack up a few essentials and a camera and a phone and we head down to the local museum. It's not far and in my eyes, it's not the most profound place to begin our last week together.
Once again, I'm making it sound like one of us is dying. I have a point though. After this, it'll be the odd visit, if that. How much time is she going to have with me when she's the Master?
It's free admission to the museum and we get in quickly as there's no queue and we're soon the the huge entrance hall. Pretty much everything is made of marble, except for the odd large exhibit which are distributed around evenly at the sides.
I'm quickly surprised by how excited she gets over the the dinosaur displays. Not just by the fossils, but by the models and the fact that some of them move just seems to fascinate her more. Watching her for a while, I decide it's cute. She's not child-like really, she's far too mature, but I like the way she gets excited over things like this. It's endearing.
I don't think about this for long though, because I hear a tinkling in my pocket and realise it's my phone playing that all too familiar Steel Samurai tune. She turns around too, clearly hearing it and I press the button and receive the call.
"Hello?" says a voice on the other end says, it's definitely male and sounds very formal and official, "Is this Mr. Phoenix Wright?"
"Ahh, um, yes, it is. Who's calling?"
"This is the police station; we have a prisoner who wishes to talk to you. Is that okay?"
Nodding, as well as answering yes the voice is soon replaced by another one.
"This is the Phoenix Wright, isn't it?" This voice is deep and clearly come from some one who's very upper-class.
"Yes it is." It's weird being referred to as "The Phoenix Wright". It's very flattering, of course, but still rather odd.
"I need you to defend me-"
Cutting across him I reply, "I'm not sure that's going to be possible . . . I'm very busy in the next few days." I side-ways glance at Maya who's trying her best to hear the conversation from next to me.
"B-but I need you to defend me, sir! I mean, I need a lawyer, I'll pay handsomely, I really will!" I'm not sure he really listened to what I said. That, or he just isn't willing to take no for an answer.
"Out of interest Mr. . . . ?"
"Mr. Savage . . . but don't let the name fool you-" he says quickly.
I roll my eyes, "What have they accused you of, Mr. Savage?"
"Murder!" Somehow, that isn't a surprise. I never seem to get cases for anything else. "But not just any murder, they think...it almost shames me too much to think of it."
"Yes, but what is it?"
"They're saying I killed my brother! My brother-"
"Your brother? I see . . . forgive me, but I have to ask you; did you murder your brother?"
Unsurprisingly, he isn't slow to respond his voice indignantly high, "I didn't." he states, evenly. "I would never- He was like- well, he was a brother to me. But, if you must ask these questions, come in person, down to the Detention centre!"
Sighing I replied, "I'm sorry Mr. . . . Savage, I'd love to help, but I'm really busy for at least the next four days- Maya, what?" I ask. She's been tugging on my arm for the last thirty seconds, trying to get my attention so I finally give it her.
"Nick, what does he want? This Savage guy?" she asks, her hand still on my arm.
"He wants me to defend him; the police think he murdered his Brother-"
"What! I can't believe that you would-" she asks, incredulously.
"Don't worry Maya, I'm not going to take the case. These next few days need to be special-" I begin before she cuts across me, still looking incredulous.
"That's not what I mean. You never let me finish! I was going to say I can't believe you would turn down a man who's in the same situation as I was when you met me!"
Thinking about it, I suppose she's right. He is in a very similar situation, if a few factors are changed. Truthfully, I don't want to take the case. I want to spend the next few days having fun with Maya, not in a stuffy, depressing court-room.
"Maya, it's not even the same; it was different for you. For a start I was second to discover the body and you're Mia's sister. I couldn't just desert you!"
She rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips, "But don't you see, Nick? This is fate! It's out last week and there's a case just like mine. I have a feeling this case could teach us both something really important! You have to take it! . . . I know you don't want to, Nick," she says after a pause, "But do it, for me."
There we are, right on cue; the puppy dog eyes. Of course I'll be taking the case now.
I take my hand off the speaker and sigh, "Fine. We'll be there as soon as we can be."
So much for a quiet few days with just Maya and I have to admit it; I feel really disappointed.
For the record, the line "My ideas basically consisted of cliché's; Theme parks, a picnic, the beach and swimming. We've done all that stuff before." isn't a dig at other fanfictions where they do this stuff. Let's face it, if it were I'd be a hypocrite as I've certainly used one or two of these plot-lines in my own stuff (just not in any of the ones I've posted on here). Basically, it just meant that I had to come up with something for them to do while they realised their feelings or whatever it is they do...