Ashes Remain - Chapter Eight - Together and Stronger
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It was Professor Means. It had always been Professor Means.
He took the bribes.
He encouraged the forged evidence.
He murdered Professor Courte.
It was all him.
He’d gone after her too. Had Apollo not been on the ball, had the Themis seniors not been willing, he would have won.
It wasn’t his final casualty though. She was hit once more while leaving the courtroom. A loyalist student of his went after her. At first it was just verbal, hurling insults about her hypocritical actions, how dare she as a psychopath deem anyone else unfit for the legal world.
Simon had tried to defend her, but Fulbright electrocuted her beloved uncle to keep him in line.
When the loyalist began showing signs that physical harm might come to Athena, Apollo socked her in the jaw. The bailiff allowed it.
Before the threat could stand back up, Apollo escorted Athena out of the courtroom with the help of two bailiffs from adjoining courtrooms. She was frightened, but not a hair on her had been harmed.
Trucy thought Apollo decking someone was the coolest thing ever. Apollo was remiss about it, correcting in that ‘let’s not discuss this further’ tone of his that it was only done in defense and he’d weighed all other options before raising his fist. Much later on, Prosecutor Blackquill would commend him for not being afraid to defend her from violence, but the prosecutor was already back in his cell for the day.
Apollo hadn’t let go of her until she was back on her air mattress in the extra room of the Wright Anything Agency. Normally, the office door was unlocked during business hours. After Athena was nearly assaulted in the courthouse; however, the door was instantly locked after the party returned.
It was honestly a miracle they still attended the last night of the festival.
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“T-Thena! You came!”
“Of course, Junie! I wouldn’t miss your performance for the world!”
“But the attack earlier-!”
“ ¡No hay problema! One freak accident is nothing.” She flashed a peace sign. “Tonight is being held in Professor Courte’s memory, so I suspect no rabid crazies!”
Apollo shot her an exasperated look. “Today was more than ‘one freak accident,’ Athena. You could have died. How can you seriously go on like nothing happened?”
Of course, he knew the likely answer for his question.
“Hey, it’s the heroic psycho. You really are crazy, to return here knowing there could be people out for your head.”
Robin ran up and smacked her blue-clad companion. “Hugh! Rude! We’re glad you’re here, Athena. And that you’re okay! Same to you, Apollo!”
“As we saw today, there are some who took Professor Means’ teachings to heart. Just because he is no longer in the classroom does not mean his ideology dies overnight. I hope you’ll join us in continuing to fight that darkness, Thena.”
“You really mean it, Junie?”
“Of course.” The metal on Athena’s shoulder seemed dimmer under Junie’s smile. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I should go get ready.”
“Knock ‘em dead, Junie!”
“We’ll be cheering, Juniper.” Apollo flashed a huge grin.
“Yeaaahh!! C’mon, Hugh, let’s go!”
“Looks like it’s just us. At least until Trucy decides she wants to boardwalk.”
“Heh, looks like it.”
“Are you okay? After… you know everything that happened today. So much of it was an attack on you specifically.”
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m just fine!”
“You’re hiding something, Thena.”
“Oh, okay fi-” She blinked twice before staring at him and smirking. “Did you just call me Thena?”
“Oh! Did it? My bad.”
Oh, gosh, he was blushing. As endearing as a blush typically is, it was remarkably funny. He was so adorable! He- ….uh oh.
“Athena? Are you sure you’re okay? You just stopped.”
“I, uh,”
“Polly! Yay, we found Polly! And Athena!”
“Good work, Fraulein Wright!”
Ah yes, just the two people Apollo was expecting to show up at some point in the night.
“Ah, pardon us, Herr Forehead, for interrupting your alone time with Fraulein Cykes.”
“A-Alone time?! What do you mean by that?”
Klavier practically erupted into laughter. “Why, Herr Forehead, you and the fraulein are simply overtaken by the most passionate blush! You should see your faces right now.”
“I-It’s an adrenaline response, Prosecutor Gavin…”
Wow. Her face was red. Almost redder than her hair. But that didn’t mean Gavin was correct. Some people just blush easily. Athena with her more expressive personality seemed to be one of them.
And what he was suggesting! A scandal with his co-worker?! Who wouldn’t blush at that?
Well, Prosecutor Blackquill probably, but he's beside the point.
“And what about you, Herr Forehead? Surely you’re not going to suggest a mere adrenaline response are you, ja ?”
No. Not in the way Athena was experiencing anyway.
“Don’t you have a concert, Gavin?”
“Ah, haven’t you learned anything from court? Forcing a premature end to discussion only makes another more suspicious!”
“Come on, Polly. There’s nothing to be scared of. Prosecutor Gavin’s just having some fun with you and Athena.”
“He really does seem uncomfortable though.” Athena took a few steps towards Gavin and stared up into his eyes.
“Ah, Fraulein , how in tune you are with him.”
“I-It’s not that. I can hear his inner voice. Much like I hear yours. For bearing no ill will against him, why do you badger Apollo with almost malicious intent?”
“Polly almost blew him up during a trial last year. Gavin makes fun of him as payback.”
“You are just as perceptive as Blackquill said. He spoke with an utter fondness of you, one I’ve never seen in such black of a heart.”
She finally had to look away, if only to hide her own heart crying out loud enough for anyone to hear. “We… share a history.”
“Ah. You both seem… touchy about questioning.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll leave it be.”
“Thank you, Gavin.”
“Athena! Did you see the game where you whack giant frogs?! It’s so cool!”
“I haven’t. But I’d guess you want to show me, huh?”
“Yes!”
“How about you, Apollo? Are you coming to see the whack-a-frog?”
He chuckled and flashed that big grin. “Sure. I could use a few good wacks to clear the day out.”
Trucy pounded her fists and leaned closer to him, grinning expectedly. “Better than socking meanies, Polly?!”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”
“What? The ever-small Herr Forehead threw punches? I think I need to hear this story.”
“No. No you don’t.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, he does! It was just after the trial! This lady who was super loyal to Professor Means-”
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The crowd was now gathering around the stage in anticipation for the concert. Mr. Wright had joined them at the whack-a-frog while Hugh and Robin had only recently returned to the party.
Gavin and Juniper were on stage, her dressed as Lamiroir for the second-ever performance of The Guitar’s Serenade .
He remembered the only other performance of the song well. Gavin’s guitar combusted, an Interpol agent was shot by a band member… It was a very very big mess that took a very very long time to clean up. That trial was when his career finally took a turn for the better, and he kept the song as his work ringtone to remind him of that fact.
He hoped today would be Athena’s Turnabout Serenade, but just based on the day alone it seemed she was just as lost and frightened as he was when Kristoph was arrested. It would be a long time before she would ever feel free… if freedom was even available for her.
She wasn’t in a cell, no, waiting for her hanging day alongside Prosecutor Blackquill. However, this seemed almost worse. She was humiliated every single second she walked anywhere with those cuffs on her arm. She was on her own kind of death row, one that no one seemed to understand. He didn’t know how much longer she had, that was her secret to keep if she wanted, but if she already knew her injury was fatal… she likely had been given an estimate.
Yet here she stood: that happy, bouncy Athena who tilted shimmering eyes to the stage as Juniper sent a warm glance over them. Tensing in childlike excitement at the first notes of guitar, then closing her eyes to breathe in the melody. She's not wasting away in prison or losing her breaths at the hospital. She's here and, for this moment, she's okay. Better than okay. She's Athena Cykes, and she's fine!
Sugar, Sugar…
O that night, in your embrace
He saw it in her. She was no longer afraid of her ears. She was no longer afraid of those cuffs made from re-fired bullets.
When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.
She was beautiful, and life was just as it should be for her. It couldn’t last, but at least she has a moment.
Pleasure, Pleasure…
But a fleeting melody
He’d looked for too long, her eyes fluttered back open in confusion, then looked up at him. Their eyes locked, which he didn’t expect, and he realized just how deep hers were now that he perceived them and them alone.
It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.
She raised a hand to her hair and began to fiddle with it, breaking their eye contact before smiling and looking back into his.
Woh… Woh…
His Chords of Steel dried up the longer he looked at her, until he was certain they’d snap from becoming too dry.
Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Her eyes showed the same. Good, this was shared.
Burn my love away. All away.
She took a few steps closer, then leaned into his chest. Her eyes were twitching, growing ever tense as she registered whatever this was.
Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Without thinking, he brushed his hand through her hair for her. Just above her ear she side-hopped onto his foot and squeaked. It must be her injury.
Take my life away. All away.
He slipped his hand down to the hair past her head and twirled his fingers there, he felt her hand gently against his chest.
Guitar, Guitar…
He felt her lips for just a wisp of time.
Up together to the sky.
Now, it was just her smiling softly. Her cheeks were a precious rose. And that’s when he realized. “Athena…” He pressed his nose against hers.
“Call me ‘Thena,’ please.”
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“Did what I think happened really happen?” They were at Eldoon’s now, just the two of them. He was pressing his finger so hard into his head, it might have left a bruise.
“We kissed… at a high school festival…”
“Yep, that’s what I thought.”
“I-uh…”
“Yeah… well… It’s-uh-nice to know you feel the same way about me.” He was scrubbing the back of his neck again. For a person who’s power lied in sight, why was he so bad with his own tells.
Widget flashed yellow under the stars. “I-Well-R-Really?” Her index finger was in his face. “A-Apollo Justice! How long have you felt this way about me?”
“I…I really couldn’t tell you that.”
“Ah… well I guess it doesn’t matter too much… Here we are.”
“Yeah, here we are…”
“So… what are we going to do… with-” She spun her hand between the both of them.
“Well, we are coworkers… so I think we need to discuss this with Mr. Wright tomorrow…”
“Yes… that will give me some time to ask Simon…”
“Simon?” She still hadn’t given his Chords of Steel back. “As in, Blackquill?”
“Yes. I… know I don’t look it but… I’m a Blackquill. His niece.”
“Ah. That actually makes a lot of sense.”
“It does?”
“His bird doesn’t hurt you. Even when he’s pretending to attack us, the bird never gets as close to you as it does to Mr. Wright or I. That alone would suggest you’re important to Prosecutor Blackquill.”
“Mama disowned me after I came back. He’s… all I have.”
“Wow… I’m so sorry…”
“No one’s been the same since Simon went to jail…”
“You… want a hug?” Almost instantly, he had her curled up against his shoulder.
“Plus… Taka isn’t stupid. He’s not going to bite a food source.”
“Ah, you have bird bribes.”
“By express permission. Not everyone gets to feed him, you know.”
“Of course…” Scrubbing the neck again… “So, uh, little obvious at this point but…”
“Of course, I want you, Apollo. If Mr. Wright and Simon approve.” She started doing that ‘gimme gimme’ wave of hers. “Now, c’mere you!”
And so went his real first kiss with Athena. He was expecting some elder citizen to jeer for them to find privacy as soon as she clambered onto him. Thankfully for the mood, People Park was silent.
This one’s mine! Widget declared with a big fat grin on his little robot face instantly after Athena pulled away and flopped triumphantly on his lap.
He gently curled her head closer against his chest. “I’m yours, tiger.”
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