From the Skies to the Heavens
Sixth Prompt: Desk
Word count (for drabble only): 501 words
Ema looked down at her messy desk, deciding what could go to Khura'in and what could go to the landfill.
Of course all her forensics materials were coming, but did she really need the copy of the autopsy report from two years ago? How often did she clean up around here? Ema threw the paper into a bin, and kept sifting through her mess.
Eventually, she came across the letter of transfer she received when breaking free of the fop. Turns out, Prosecutor Gavin was a lot more bearable from fifty feet away.
In the letter, the name of her next prosecutor was listed. That was the first time Ema would ever see the name Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, and it came at one of the highest points of her life.
And it certainly wouldn't be the last time she saw his name. Not that she knew that at the time.
Ema remembered pulling an internet search on his name, only to be confronted with case records and news coverages and a variety of Asian languages. She hadn't been sure what to think, reading through what little the internet had to offer her in English. When she first met the man, she still had no coherent thoughts. This time for an entirely different reason.
None of his pictures could have prepared her for the tall, angelic mirage of a prosecutor she was faced with that April day. Even when he was cold to her, Ema felt herself getting warm in his presence. It was a feeling she craved, a feeling no amount of Snackoos could give her.
And so here she was, clearing out her desk to fly away with a prince to the middle of Asia. If someone told her what she was going to be doing just two months ago, Ema would think she'd gone mad. In some respects, she still did.
But it didn't matter to her anymore. At least, not enough to make her turn away. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi didn't just make her feel warm. He made her feel needed. Appreciated. And after living with a cold sister and chasing a government certification, Ema just now realized how little appreciation she received in her life. And if she had a skill that was so desperately needed somewhere, shouldn't she be doing her part to help the people there? That's what Edgeworth had told her, when she asked his opinion.
And it wasn't like she was moving there full time. She would be making enough money to afford a... maybe monthly flight back to visit her friends and Lana. Maybe she could even take a case while she was over here, for old time's sake.
Old time's sake. Like it wasn't still the present at the moment.
But Ema wasn't thinking about the present anymore. She was thinking about the future. A future of serving. A future in Khura'in.
And maybe, just maybe... a future with Nahyuta.
A/N's: Hey, everyone! I know it's been awhile, but I'm back with another update while the new chapter of Miracle is with my beta, and AAI3's hit a bit of a slump. Plus I felt like a little Skyemadhi was in order. Who can object to that?
This isn't my favorite drabble, but the prompt wasn't giving me many ideas that weren't smutty, and I just don't feel like writing a smut drabble for this (yet). Why, would my readers be into it?
Let me know in a review, thanks for reading, and I'll see you on the far side!