This fanfic is about Mia and Godot, both their struggles and regrets, their motivation and their passion. Each segment will be headed with either name from whose perspective it is written.

This is my personal interpretation; I am not a die-hard fan, I have just watched a lot of playthroughs and the anime. There will likely be inaccuracies.

And for those who don't know: English is my second language, there may be some spelling mistakes or strange sentences.

Mia

"What, you're leaving?"

My younger sister's voice was pitched high as she looked at me in shock. She had the biggest, sorrowful puppy eyes. If my resolve wasn't as steady as the mountains around us, I may have caved there and then.

But that was not an option. I knew what I had to do. I wanted answers, I wanted justice, I wanted our name to be cleared. Above all that, I wanted to find out what happened to her, our mother. I would not get any of this staying cooped up in this forgotten village, that was for sure.

Maya was too young to really understand. All she saw was that our mother left first, and now I was doing the same. I assured her it would not be forever.

"I will write you as much as possible. I will send you gifts and call you whenever I can."

"I don't get it. Can't you just stay and do whatever you want to do from here?" She tilted her head as she was kneeled on the mat across from me.

The acolyte clothing she was wearing looked loose on her as they were mostly hand-me-downs; Maya was probably like the tenth person wearing them. Being a spirit medium was not exactly the kind of professor where one would earn a lot of money, not anymore at least. So, we saved where ever we could.

I shook my head. "Here there are no answers. This place is stuck in a time long passed. If I stay here, there will never be a resolve."

Of course, my little sister looked confused. She barely couldn't even remember our mother; she was so young when she disappeared in shame. For her it was normal that her big sister took care of her, with our aunt Morgan watching over the two of us.

More like leering over us, I scoffed in thought. She would love to see the both of us go, just so that her own little precious girl Pearl could claim the title of Master. Still, Morgan never tried anything drastic, so I trusted Maya to be safe with her. Besides, there were plenty of other acolytes around that could keep an eye on things.

There was another reason I decided to leave the village: I had personally witnessed the rivalry going on between my mother and aunt for the title of Master and I did not want the same to happen to me and Maya.

Taking hold of her hand, I braved my best smile, assuring her that all will be fine and that these were the steps I had to take. In time, she would understand, or so I hoped.

To be honest, I was terrified. It would be my first time away from the village. Sure, I've been on short trips before, but nothing as serious like this. I was to go to a dormitory and study law for a full six years. All in a city I did not know and completely on my own. But I had to keep my head up, stay strong for both our sakes.

"You better send me good gifts!" Maya huffed, puffing up her cheeks. "AND call every day."

I smiled for real at her, pulling her into a hug. "Of course, little sis. That's a promise."

I had only one packed suitcase to take with me. Because of the cheap life we lived, I never had much possessions. Don't get me wrong, it was a fine live, all things considered. We were never hungry, or cold and we had fun with simple things like rope to skip with.

As the train arrived at the station, Maya gave me a tearful goodbye. I had to wriggle out of her arms or I would have missed the train all together. Aunt Morgan just kept a polite smile and waved, holding young Pearl in her arm, who was just waving because everyone else was.

In an instant, the door shut, enveloping the space in silence, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels moving steadily along the tracks. For a while, I just stood there, watching the mountains disappear.

Finally, I snapped out of my trance and dragged my suitcase along to take a seat. It wasn't busy; I was the only one in that particular cart. All this train was meant for were the few folks that lived in the mountains or the rare tourist that did not want take the whole hike back down.

As I sat, trees gliding by became less and less until nature was claimed by civilization. The city was about a two-hour ride and it was over before I realized. Maybe it was my nerves, all the thoughts of what was to come running through my head. Of course, I had no real clue what was waiting for me and all I could do was tackle this adventure head on.

Suddenly, the train jolted to a halt as a voice over the speakers announced the end of the line, kindly reminding all passengers to disembark and collect their personal belongings before leaving.

With my trolley on one hand and small map in my other, I started walking. The school was called 'Ivy league' and offered a wide arrangement of studies. Chemistry, art, law, just to name a few. No doubt the dormitory would be filled with young people like me, all with different interests.

I wonder if I'll make any friends, I mused to myself as I followed the sidewalk, the heels of my shoes clicking away. I've always been surrounded by the same faces; people who were either family or invested in me for my name and potential as a medium. With the exception of my little sister, no one in Kurain Village knew the real me.

School was a whole other world. Though, at the same time, it had similarities. I would be isolated in one place, to study one thing with utmost devotion. And the people around me would be doing the same and could possibly see me as competition. Honestly, not much would be different.

That didn't take away the lump in my throat, or the slight shaking in my legs once I stepped into the building. It was so big and build in such a different style then what I was used to. I gazed down the long hallway that seemed to go on forever. I felt like a little lost deer, honestly.

A receptionist snapped me out of it by calling for me. From behind his desk, he ushered me to come over. When I did, he placed a handful of papers before me and asked me to sign in. The man was friendly enough, looking well in his forties if I had to guess.

When I filled in the form, he looked on his computer. "Ah, miss Fey. I see you're in room 018. That's down this hall, second door to your right. Follow that new hallway and you'll see the number on the door to your right eventually."

"Uhm, thank you sir. Do you maybe know if I'm the only one in that room?"

"Haha, nah dear. That rarely happens. Your dorm buddy has already checked in. You'll meet her there I reckon."

It would have been very strange if my new so-called buddy wasn't female, though I didn't really think of that at the moment. All I worried about was making a good, first impression. I was handed a handful of important things and then send on my way.

I thought I was nervous before, but I felt like I was having a breakdown. What if the people don't like me? What if they think I am weird and laugh? Or if the girl I was bunking with was a complete bitch who couldn't stand the sight of me?

Then what? You'll run back home? I scuffed at myself, shaking my head. Get it together, Mia. You are here for a good reason and you will not leave until you have found all the answers. You hear me? You have a plan and you'll stick with it till whatever end it will bring.

And said plan was simple, really. Study law and make sure to get apprenticeship with one man in particular: Mr. Marvin Grossberg. His law firm was very well known, but that was not why I wanted to join him. His lawyer, mister Hammond, was the one who looked over the 'DL-6 incident.' The case that had shamed my mother so much that she decided to abandon everyone.

Of course I have tried to get in touch with the man, hoping he would know where my mother had gone. But it seemed Hammond had resigned right after that case and chose to keep a low profile, meaning there was no way for me to get in contact.

I saw only one way, as I have previously mentioned. If I could get into the firm and gain their trust, I could look into the files. In the eyes of many, the DL-6 case was over and done with. For me, it still had some loose ends. I was the kind to go with my gut and it was telling me something more was going on. I intent to get to the bottom of it, no matter what it takes. For both mine and my sister's sake.

Shaking off these thoughts for the time being, I arrived at the door marked '018'. I raised my hand and gingerly knocked, doubts and fears still rushing through my mind. The door was opened and a woman that seemed to be around my own age looked at me.

Lana Skye. She became my best friend very quickly. She had the kind of fierce determination I both envied and admired. The kind of woman who took charge and knew what she wanted. Knew what she had to do and had no problem going over all the hurdles that may stand in her way.

That was who I wanted to be. I wanted to be strong, be the kind of woman others looked up to. Not the piece of eye candy most saw at first glance. Mostly men. It was quite new for me at first, because back at Kurain Village, I was surrounded by other women. Down here, in the city, it was very different and took some getting used to.

Encouragement from both my little sister and Lana got me through it, really. Maya mostly said things like: 'Hang in there, sis. I know you can do it!' As opposed to my new, best friend who was more along the lines of: 'Show them what you are truly capable off.'

I learned quickly that she and I had more in common; we both took care of a younger sister. Hers was called Ema, who she had been the guardian of ever since their parents died in a car accident. It was tragic, really. I was not keen on telling everyone what happened to mine, but Lana was the exception because of our common grounds. We really understood each other on another level, even though she was a few years older than me.

Thanks to her example and some good tips, I managed to do it; I finally got my internship approved by Grossberg law offices. The real game was about the begin.

Diego

"Order 10 is ready!" The youngster called out from behind the counter of the coffee shop.

Placing down the newspaper, I stood up and walked over, accepting the foam cup he handed to me. As always, the name written on the cup was spelled wrong. 'Digo', it said. It made me chuckle; at least it was close.

"Here you go, sir. Have a nice day."

"You too, kid."

I nodded and left the store, which was only a stone's throw away from the law office. It was a grand building, stately some might call it. Me? I'd call it tacky, like it wanted to scream out: look at me. Which was the point, really.

The name of the firm was advertised greatly at the front, which ruined the beauty of the building, but maybe that was just my opinion.

The secretary greeted me politely when I stepped into the reception, handing me a paper with the schedule for the day. Nothing out of the ordinary; I've been at this for about three years after all.

"You really can't help yourself getting that coffee, huh?" She was about ten years older than me and not my type, so I never really bothered flirting with Viola. But she was a good chat, had some great, juicy gossip from time to time. By now, she knew what kind of news I'd rather take or leave.

"It's close to sandpaper in quality, but it's something." I shrugged, grinning to myself.

"You would know, wouldn't you? Our very own coffee aficionado," she chuckled. "I swear that place just added to your addiction."

"Don't I know it. And no, I don't need another lecture about how unhealthy it is. Had enough of those to last a lifetime."

"With the pace you're going, that won't be very long."

I waved away her serious look, picked up the schedule and moved on. No one will ever talk me out of the sweet, dark aroma and taste of coffee. It was an addiction; I was very aware of that. Still, I was ready to die on this hill made of coffee beans, however low it may end up being.

As I sipped the beverage – God was it awful – I made my way through the office. It was so big that it was divided in several sections over its two floors. The ground floor was mostly for the newbies, the lighter case handlers and such. The place saw new faces all the time, because a lot of aspiring to be lawyers would come to this place in hopes to make a great upstart.

But Grossberg was no easy employer. He was strict, first of all. Not one to forgive mistakes, even small ones. He aimed to be the best law firm, so his name needed to be seen as such. However, he wasn't perfect himself, so it was maybe a bit unfair.

The man loved to reminisce for one, speaking of the past as if it still mattered. In my eyes, the past was just that; something that was set in stone and you should just move on from it. Learn from it, own up and such, sure. But move on.

Then there was his complaining. I wasn't the type to really pay attention to such things, but the subject was something that was hard to ignore. It was about his hemorrhoids. Ugh, makes me shiver just thinking about it. Some things you ought to just keep to yourself and this was certainly one of them. But the man had no regard for that, at bad days going on and on about it.

Still, I just dealt with it. I was in the big leagues after all. My office was one of the grander ones on the upper floor. Not as fancy as the boss's, but I didn't really care much for it anyways. The man had a full business to represent. As for me? You just get one of the best lawyers in town with a near perfect record.

I waved to the man in question as I passed his half open door, deciding not to disturb him as he seemed to be in conversation with someone I couldn't see. Probably just another client. If it was an important case worth my interest, it will come to me before long.

I stepped into my office. I managed to claim one of the corners, which meant I had a window on the side giving a great view of... well not much really. Part of the street below and then the wall of the next building. If I was lucky, I could open up the window a little and enjoy the birds chirping away in the one tree that was planted outside. Otherwise, it would just be the hustle and bustle of the city.

Still, I liked the feel of the sunlight on my face, which was why I set my desk up against the window so I could enjoy what little warm rays I was able catch. I had some file cabinets set up to either side. As for the full wall on the other side? Well, of course that was set up as my personal coffee bar.

I grinned widely as I eyed all the different colored bags of bitter beans lining the open shelves. A great collection I had gathered over the years of trying and tasting, hoping to find that one perfect blend. Had I found it? Yes and no. You see, the problem was that there were too many good ones. It was just too hard for me to pick one out.

The big coffee machine shined in the sunlight, its black coating calling to me. This big baby was the Ferrari of its make; nothing else came close to its quality and the price for that matter. It took me a good while to finally convince the boss to get me one, but I wasn't anything if not persistent. I've worn him down over time and there the beauty was, just waiting for me. The Black Widow, I called her. Ironic name, I know. Maybe a bit dark, just like the substance it was set to make.

Tossing away the foam cup into the trash, I pressed the 'on' button. Her stirring to life and heating up was like music to my ears. Grabbing my favorite cup, I set it ready. Beauty and perfection take time, so I walked over to my desk, starting up my computer.

Like the Black Widow, I was ready for the grind of the day. Laying the schedule on the side, I started up my usual programs. The smell of freshly pouring coffee hit my nose and I greedily took in the bittersweet aroma. Ah, this was the life.

As it was dripping away, slowly filling my cup, there was a knock on my door. All the offices on the upper floor had solid doors made of Mahagony wood. They made a real statement, alright. Compared to that, the rest of my office almost looked cheap, save for the very expensive coffee machine of course.

Not that I really cared for it all that much. Sure, I wore fancy clothes, but that was part of being a lawyer at a high-end office. And yeah, I looked good in them, sue me, hah.

"Mornin', boss." I greeted when I opened the door.

The man huffed, never quite liking my laid-back attitude. Then he cleared his throat loudly, like always.

"I'd like you to meet our new intern. She'll be working at the firm starting today. Go on, dear."

Grossberg stepped aside, his big stature managing to hide the young woman behind him completely. She looked... so out of place. I didn't know why, but that was the first thought that popped into my head.

Like a kitten on the side of the street, begging to be picked up by anyone. Try as she might to keep a brave face, I saw through that kind of facade with ease.

"Pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Mia Fey. I look forward to working with you."

"Diego Armando." I shook her outstretched hand, making sure it wasn't too firm. "And that won't be for a while, kitten. You start down below."

"Kitten?" She echoed, not sure what to make of my new nickname for her.

I flashed her my bright smile, then walked back over to the Black Widow when it beeped, indicating the coffee was finally ready. I picked up the mug, taking in the aroma fully.

"Blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than Hell itself. That is coffee." I took a sip, savoring the heat. Blend number 76, perfect for the morning.

After that, I turned back to the newbie. "Welcome to the team. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to claw yourself up. Good luck, kitten."

I for one, couldn't wait to see what this new face would bring to the table. Normally, the boss would not bother with introducing me to interns; I just frankly did not have the time for one. So there had to be a good reason he did so.

The confused looked on her face told me she was not quite sure how to respond. Grossberg cleared his throat again.

"Let's not keep him now, dear. Follow me, will you?"

"Yes sir." After a short, polite bow, she left the office together with the boss.

Well, she was easy on the eyes. One plus in my books. No doubt those knockers drew in some attention too. It's not like she was really hiding them. What kinda man would I be not to steal a look with them out in the open like that?

I figured I wouldn't see her for a while; we had our own breakroom and bathrooms and next to that, I tended to take a stroll outside whenever I get a chance to. I wasn't at my desk that often to begin with, as I worked many cases, going to the courtroom most of the time.

Don't get me wrong, this was the kind of grind I was in for. I was happy where I was at. People knew my name, they knew I was good for it and that felt great. It's just, from time to time you get that feeling, you know? You start to wonder what's in the future, I guess. And not just based on work, I mean over all. Sure, I was young, but my main focus was my career. Sometimes I would just stop and wonder, what else may be out there. And then I just get right back to it, hah.

It had been a long morning with a trial lasting way longer than needed. I swear the judges were getting more stupid as time moved on. Either that or the stress was getting to them. There weren't that many of them going around and because of the strict time limit of three days and very short notices, I could imagine it was a struggle.

I sipped the cheap paper cup with distaste. Those stupid things always left a certain imprint on coffee I did not like in the slightest. Next to that, the coffee from down the hall in the courtroom tasted like dog water. (The one inside was loads better).

A stroll back to the office was just what I needed. Fresh air, sunlight and some exercise after hours of just standing and slamming my desk from time to time.

Aaand of course it was raining. Damn my luck. No umbrella to speak of either. Guess it will be a fast walk. I tend to take a deep breath, like I'm going for a plunge, when I have to go through pouring rain. Just a weird habit I've always had.

It was quite a stroll, which I normally didn't mind. And sure, it was still good to get the exercise. I took shelter by buildings and the occasional bus stop where I could. With my fast pace, I made it back in about twenty minutes.

As it was around lunch time, everyone in the office had relocated to the breakroom, meaning the place was empty. Well, except for one. The new face, the one I dubbed 'kitten', gasped as she saw me step in.

"Mister Armando, you're soaking wet!"

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

With a sigh, she put the files she was holding in her arms to the side. "Stay here, I'll be right back with a towel."

I let her do her thing, as she rushed off to fetch several of the things. They were small as they were meant for dishes, obviously. I took the first the dry my hair, as I hated the feeling of it sticking to my face.

I caught her eyeing me with a look that seemed to be confused and judgy at the same time. "Your suit, what a shame." Taking a towel of her own, she patted over the sleeves as she couldn't quite reach my shoulders.

"Ain't you the caring type, kitten. It's just water, you know."

"The kind that could catch you a cold if you are as careless as you are. Why don't you call a cab? It's not like you can't afford it."

I just shrugged. "Not the kind of guy to do that just so I wont get wet; I don't care that much. I like my strolls." It was a bit of a shame for my get up, but whatever. It wasn't like it was my only one.

She didn't say it, but I could tell she thought of me as stubborn. Maybe I was, but hey, if it ain't broke, dont fix it.

"Your hair is a disaster." Her eyes went up, shaking her head at the strains that poked out every which way.

"Just how I like it." I chuckled. "You almost sound motherly."

"Oh..." The intern stepped back at that, bowing her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Armando. I did not mean to be overbearing."

"No worries, kitten. You taking care of someone?" That kind of behavior had to come from somewhere.

"I do, or at least I did before I came here. My little sister." She shook her head, her long, black hair dancing with the movement. "I've kept you long enough. Excuse me."

Picking back up files, the little kitten was moving to leave again. "Just one more question: why are you working? All the others are on lunch break."

"I'm not wasting time with that. I'm going to work hard, do everything it takes, so I can finally get the chance to do real work; a trial."

I chuckled, drying the back of my neck with the next, way too small towel. "All the work you got now not enough for yah?"

"More like mundane tasks to keep us busy," she huffed.

"So you figured it out, ey? It's a test of endurance and willpower. A way for the boss to see who is really motivated and willing to do anything. Just keep it up, and you will get that breakthrough. Don't give up, kitten."

I flashed her a last grin and a thumbs up, after which I walked towards the staircase to go up towards my office. Let's see if the kitten really did have claws.