Things Godot Can't See
Chapter 4
Warning: This chapter does contain some elements of Trials and Tribulations, but nothing on a case or trial. It just goes through Godot's backstory, but if you wish to not be spoiled at all, you may want to skip this chapter.
The aroma of dark, bitter coffee wafted around the room. It slithered from the doctors mug and danced evilly around the room, as if tempting the sleeping man to wake up. Swirling and twirling, the artificial-looking room was soon full of an acrid and wistful scent. It was the fragrance of dark coffee.
To the doctor, it was a hopeless case. That's why, to him, it didn't matter if he came in late, or did a less-than-satisfactory job. Instead of a hospital room, he pictured himself in a clear, clean café. Gorgeous scenery, bitter coffee, and an everlasting peace. Somewhere to relax, to sleep forever.
But to the neighboring man, the idea of everlasting sleep was not a pleasant one. Instead of daydreaming, he was fighting to reclaim his stolen life. Two causes brought him to battle, one for love, and one for hate. Every day for five years he struggled to wake up, to live. Coffee entered his nose, and that was all he needed. Something real, not a memory. He jolted out of the bed.
He never should have woken up. When he left the world of sleep, of dreams, he lost the most important thing. Hope. There was nothing left for him. The woman he loved, gone, unfairly taken. The woman he hated, already brought to justice. Everyone he knew had moved on with their lives. He was forgotten.
But he had always been a fighter. Whether it had been wrestling to wake up, or battling in court, he was always fighting. Now, he'd be fighting to find a purpose, and to redeem himself. There had to be something he could do. Somewhere in this world, there was a cause worth fighting for.
When everything was lost, his sight, love, hate, even hope, a little spark ignited. Phoenix Wright. That was the reason to keep living, to keep fighting. He was defense attorney, who had been mentored by Mia.
Later that brisk, windy day, Diego Armando found himself applying for the Prosecutor's Office. But Diego Armando had been forgotten, and so came the birth of a new man. Godot. The last syllable of each name, to remember his past.
To his sweet kitten, the beautiful Mia Fey, he had been Diego. But her life is gone, and to honor her end, he chose the last syllable of his first name, 'Go'. To his rival, the source of his hatred, the evil Dahlia Hawthorne, he had been Armando. Her life had also perished, and to celebrate her fate, he chose the syllable 'Do'. Thus Godot was born.
Being a prosecutor served two purposes. To fight and to protect. He could fight Phoenix Wright, the one who failed to save Mia. And he could protect Maya Fey, the last connection of his deceased love.
He was like a flower, sleeping like a seed in the ground, useless and hopeful of the sky and sunshine. But once he sprouted, the harsh reality emerged. Cold frost and drenching rains would try to immobilize him, cause him to fail. Others would have failed, crushed. But he was different. He was a fighter.
With his first court appearance set for tomorrow, Godot was a budding flower. There was a purpose to carry out, and he needed to be ready to battle his new rival, Phoenix Wright.
After his last cup of evening coffee, he prepared for his morning of re-birth. The files and evidence were finalized and in order, his alarm clock was set, and the coffee maker was fully loaded with the bitterest beans. Only one thing was out-of-order. Himself.
The dusty closet doors were opened, and he searched for tomorrow's outfit. To his surprise, there were many pairs of pants, all stylish and fitting. Yet nature had one more storm for his thriving flower. There was not a single shirt.
Yeah, this one turned out really depressing and pretty weird. Sorry AA Addict! I do thank you for the prompt though. And, I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing and reading. Hopefully the next chapter will be better. Please comment your ideas, and, thanks for reading!
