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Therapy Sessions, #6: Guilty Pleasures (Ace Attorney)
Title: Guilty Pleasures
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Prompt: What secret does he hope is never revealed? Does anyone else know it?
Characters: Simon Blackquill, Athena Cykes
Word Count: 834
Summary: Simon never questioned why Athena kept receiving packages from Kurain Village, until one day . . .
Notes: Post Spirit of Justice, but otherwise no specific timeline. Assumes they live together.
The packages would come every couple of weeks or so.
Simon never paid much attention to them. They were, after all, not addressed to him, but to Athena, and he left it to her to open them. She would always get childishly excited when she did so, and it was always the same: a stack of DVDs, sent from the quaint little village of Kurain, a couple of hours away by train.
"Yes!" she'd say, when she thought he wasn't paying attention. "I've been waiting to find out what happens."
She would always invite him to watch them with her. He would pretend not to be interested, but one day, curiosity finally got the better of him. Because how bad could a show called "The Steel Samurai" really be (and why did her friend Maya Fey keep sending them)? Athena wasn't home, and he decided to take the chance. He found the first disc.
He was surprised. It was simple, but charming; predictable, but engaging. For a children's show, at least. Then the next day, he moved onto the second disc, and then the third, and so on until it became a secret routine of sorts. He would sneak in episodes when the mood struck him and Phoenix kept her late at the office.
Then the inevitable happened: the one day she came home early.
He turned his head when he heard the door opening, but barely flinched as he hit the pause button. The Evil Magistrate was still on the screen when she walked in, and he left it that way until the realization hit her. It was rather amusing to watch, actually.
She gasped.
"Aha!" There was that accusatory finger-point she normally reserved for the courtroom. "You have been watching my DVDs!"
"Background noise," he insisted, with a shrug.
"Yeah, right," Athena replied. She barely acknowledged the excuse before continuing: "I thought it was weird that they were always put away so neatly. Now I totally get it."
It figured. He found the DVDs just about everywhere, wherever the packages were opened. His tendency to keep things neat and orderly had gotten the best of him and betrayed his guilty pleasure. He didn't deny it, but he didn't say anything, either. Of all the people he would have minded finding out, he couldn't say Athena was too high on the list. (Aura, on the other hand . . .)
"You should've told me," Athena added, prodding him as she joined him on the couch. "We could have watched together."
He scooted slightly to make room for her, answering flatly: "I didn't know if I would enjoy it."
"But you did!" she exclaimed, just short of laughing.
"And how do you know that?"
He smirked, looking smug and arrogant as usual, until he remembered who he was talking to. She gave him a stare, as if to ask, 'How do you think?' and he shrunk slightly, expression hardening. Her super hearing . . .
Right, stupid question.
"Anyway," she said, sparing him the trouble of responding; "I told you it was awesome. But I got something else today that we can try."
She was already digging through her bag when he looked over at her for an answer. "You got another package?"
"Not exactly," she replied. She found what she was looking for and pulled out . . . more DVDs. (Not surprising.) "She sent these to Mr. Wright, but I saw them and asked if I could borrow them."
". . . The Plumed Punisher," he read, "Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm."
He could see the similarities already. Athena nodded, clarifying it for him anyway. "It's some Khura'inese knock-off of The Steel Samurai based on Lady Kee'ra, but apparently she likes it anyway. Mr. Wright . . . not so much."
Simon let out a laugh. He could only imagine Phoenix Wright was all too happy to lend out the DVDs— indefinitely.
"Fine," he said. He gave in. "I'll join you this time."
"Yes!" she cried. "Victory."
Far be it from him to take away that feeling of satisfaction. He watched as she pried out the first disc from its box and walked over to the player to put it in. Apparently this was happening immediately, which he wasn't expecting, but he didn't stop her either.
"Oh! Just one thing," Athena called out suddenly.
He could hear the eerily familiar theme tune already as the menu screen played on loop. "What is it?"
"Don't tell your boss about this," she said. "My boss's orders."
". . . Edgeworth-dono?" Simon wondered what he had to do with anything at all, but the way Athena shook her head told him he shouldn't ask.
"Just promise."
"Fine," he replied.
Easy enough. It wasn't as if he wanted just anyone to know about his guilty pleasures anyway, let alone someone he actually respected. Just him, and Athena Cykes. That was probably too much already.
Satisfied, she hit play, and there went his evening like a leaf lost in the breeze. It was okay though, he decided. There were plenty more like it to come.
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Fandom: Ace Attorney
Prompt: What secret does he hope is never revealed? Does anyone else know it?
Characters: Simon Blackquill, Athena Cykes
Word Count: 834
Summary: Simon never questioned why Athena kept receiving packages from Kurain Village, until one day . . .
Notes: Post Spirit of Justice, but otherwise no specific timeline. Assumes they live together.
The packages would come every couple of weeks or so.
Simon never paid much attention to them. They were, after all, not addressed to him, but to Athena, and he left it to her to open them. She would always get childishly excited when she did so, and it was always the same: a stack of DVDs, sent from the quaint little village of Kurain, a couple of hours away by train.
"Yes!" she'd say, when she thought he wasn't paying attention. "I've been waiting to find out what happens."
She would always invite him to watch them with her. He would pretend not to be interested, but one day, curiosity finally got the better of him. Because how bad could a show called "The Steel Samurai" really be (and why did her friend Maya Fey keep sending them)? Athena wasn't home, and he decided to take the chance. He found the first disc.
He was surprised. It was simple, but charming; predictable, but engaging. For a children's show, at least. Then the next day, he moved onto the second disc, and then the third, and so on until it became a secret routine of sorts. He would sneak in episodes when the mood struck him and Phoenix kept her late at the office.
Then the inevitable happened: the one day she came home early.
He turned his head when he heard the door opening, but barely flinched as he hit the pause button. The Evil Magistrate was still on the screen when she walked in, and he left it that way until the realization hit her. It was rather amusing to watch, actually.
She gasped.
"Aha!" There was that accusatory finger-point she normally reserved for the courtroom. "You have been watching my DVDs!"
"Background noise," he insisted, with a shrug.
"Yeah, right," Athena replied. She barely acknowledged the excuse before continuing: "I thought it was weird that they were always put away so neatly. Now I totally get it."
It figured. He found the DVDs just about everywhere, wherever the packages were opened. His tendency to keep things neat and orderly had gotten the best of him and betrayed his guilty pleasure. He didn't deny it, but he didn't say anything, either. Of all the people he would have minded finding out, he couldn't say Athena was too high on the list. (Aura, on the other hand . . .)
"You should've told me," Athena added, prodding him as she joined him on the couch. "We could have watched together."
He scooted slightly to make room for her, answering flatly: "I didn't know if I would enjoy it."
"But you did!" she exclaimed, just short of laughing.
"And how do you know that?"
He smirked, looking smug and arrogant as usual, until he remembered who he was talking to. She gave him a stare, as if to ask, 'How do you think?' and he shrunk slightly, expression hardening. Her super hearing . . .
Right, stupid question.
"Anyway," she said, sparing him the trouble of responding; "I told you it was awesome. But I got something else today that we can try."
She was already digging through her bag when he looked over at her for an answer. "You got another package?"
"Not exactly," she replied. She found what she was looking for and pulled out . . . more DVDs. (Not surprising.) "She sent these to Mr. Wright, but I saw them and asked if I could borrow them."
". . . The Plumed Punisher," he read, "Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm."
He could see the similarities already. Athena nodded, clarifying it for him anyway. "It's some Khura'inese knock-off of The Steel Samurai based on Lady Kee'ra, but apparently she likes it anyway. Mr. Wright . . . not so much."
Simon let out a laugh. He could only imagine Phoenix Wright was all too happy to lend out the DVDs— indefinitely.
"Fine," he said. He gave in. "I'll join you this time."
"Yes!" she cried. "Victory."
Far be it from him to take away that feeling of satisfaction. He watched as she pried out the first disc from its box and walked over to the player to put it in. Apparently this was happening immediately, which he wasn't expecting, but he didn't stop her either.
"Oh! Just one thing," Athena called out suddenly.
He could hear the eerily familiar theme tune already as the menu screen played on loop. "What is it?"
"Don't tell your boss about this," she said. "My boss's orders."
". . . Edgeworth-dono?" Simon wondered what he had to do with anything at all, but the way Athena shook her head told him he shouldn't ask.
"Just promise."
"Fine," he replied.
Easy enough. It wasn't as if he wanted just anyone to know about his guilty pleasures anyway, let alone someone he actually respected. Just him, and Athena Cykes. That was probably too much already.
Satisfied, she hit play, and there went his evening like a leaf lost in the breeze. It was okay though, he decided. There were plenty more like it to come.