Dang Dat's Bangtidy

Sorry, little updating in a while. Had no ideas. But this came to me in the shower. YOU GUYS ARE BANGTIDY so this is dedicated to you. ;)

Enjoy, sorry it's so short!

"Dang, yo' sister's got style." Wocky Kitaki pulled up a chair next to Apollo and slipped into it, shaking his head and laughing as he watched over at the young magician, performing her magic tricks. They were at one of Trucy's shows - her first big one with her "Uncle" Valant at the Sunshine Colliseum. Despite it once being the scene of a murder, Trucy had been so excited. And to perform with the amazing Valant Gramarye, her dad's best friend? It was like a wish come true! Wocky Kitaki didn't think so as he watched his latest prey from across the room, giving her suggestive looks that were never, unfortunately for Wocky, caught by her. "How old did ya say the Shorty was again?"

Apollo rolled his eyes. "15. In other words-" He nudged Wocky, gently despite his sick-of-this expression. "Way too young for you."

Wocky smirked. "Oh, really, Bizzoy? Ya gon' try an' stop me or somethin'?" He teased him, and Apollo once again prodded him, sharp elbow digging into his arm. "Awkay, awkay. Ya gotta admit she's bangtidy, though." Wocky wolf-whistled at her. She turned around as Apollo grabbed Wocky and pulled him down, hiding them both behind the bar counter.

"What the hell are you doing?" Apollo hissed, looking over the counter to make sure Trucy had turned away before dragging them both up again. "You do not hit on my sister."

"Tch, your half-sis." Wocky tried his best to brush off the threat. "'Sides, I don' see the harm in it. 'S'only what, 4 years?" He shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

Apollo's expression was a look of astonishment. "Are you serious?" He really had no idea why it was so wrong? Couldn't he use his own brain - in front of a lawyer, to boot? Wocky nodded, a confused look spread across his face. "You really are an idiot."

"Hey now, Bizzoy, that ain't called fo'!" He protested. "Why's I an idiot?"

Apollo patted him lightly on the shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Listen, Wocky. You might think it's fun, but you can get in prison for statutory rape."

"Statu-wha now?" Wocky queried. He didn't even know how to pronounce that, let alone what the hell it meant! He knew what rape was, but he was pretty sure whatever happened she'd enjoy it whole-heartedly. What part of that was rape?

"Statutory rape is..." Apollo couldn't bring himself to talk about it in a conversation concerning his sister, so he self-censored it, "That, with a minor. Whether they enjoy it or not. It's a crime. In plain - you can't do it."

Wocky's expression turned into one of hurt. "So you's is sayin' incest and statue rape is awright but jus' rapin' statues ain't?" He almost shouted this at Apollo, but managed to control himself a little. "An' I ain't gettin' it on with a statue, either." He added quickly to the end.

Apollo let the whole 'statutory' thing slide. Wocky clearly would never understand. This guy hadn't even gone to college, and had horrible high school grades! "I'm not getting it on with my sister, either. That's just... Well, it's just weird! And wrong, and disturbing, and creepy, and- and- and-"

"Hotter dan fire?" Wocky finished.

"No!"

Apollo Justice did not like Trucy Wright in "that" way. Not only was he a lawyer, she was his half-sister - and 6 years older than her, too. He didn't want deformed, illegal children with his own sister!

And he wasn't interested, either.

"I'd tap dat if she were my sis or not." Wocky said smugly, eyeing Trucy again as he got yet another blow - this time a fist straight to his cheek. "Wha? I ain't sayin' I was gonna, or you should or nothin'!"

"You totally want to Wocky. Get those thoughts out of your mind." Apollo could perceive well enough to notice the strangely excited aura coming from Wocky - with every moment passing a more enthused expression.

"Like I said. Bangtidy, man. I yearn."

"Then don't yearn! Learn to control your yearning!"

"See, Lawyer-man..." He began, leaning closer to Apollo's ear to whisper into it, "You's don't understand a Kitaki, do ya?" Apollo shook his head. This was one thing he was glad to admit he understood nothing about. "We ain't afraid of danger! Danger is afraid of us."

Coming from Mr Death Row, Apollo thought to himself. This guy had a bullet so close to his heart one slight movement with it would kill him. And he was sat there just up and claiming that danger was afraid of him? It was kind of humorous, but also really not.

"So, I's get permission from her bro to hit on her?" Wocky asked all-too-hopefully.

"In your dreams, Kitaki." Apollo groaned, taking a small sip of his beer and scrunching his face up as the horrible taste flushed down his body and straight to his stomach, leaving a trail of after taste like a snail.

"Like hell it is!" He winked, all to happy by this reply.

"You sick minded little git."

"A G can dream, awright?" Wocky laughed, finishing off the remaining contents of his glass and pushing it over to the bartender for him to refill it.

"You'll be dreaming a long time, 'G'." Apollo rolled his eyes, following suit and also draining his pint, but declining a refill because he realized he'd need to stay sober and keep an eye on Wocky.

It could be dangerous to let him free when he was in this sort of state. And when a guy like Wocky Kitaki calls your sister 'bangtidy', you know you've got to watch them really close.

Eek, another Ace Short done~ These are fun to write! Thanks to those who read them, I hope you have as much fun as me! :3