07 March 2010 @ 09:30 pm
it makes me insanely happy that i wrote something  
Just so it's somewhere other than in my agenda. One day, I will scan the pages in my agenda and show you all how many JE melodies have been written out in them when I'm bored in class. XD

//title: remnants
//category: Ace Attorney Investigations
//summary: The white cloth held within it the remnants of a dark memory, but also the reminder of a promise. A look at seventeen-year-old Kay Faraday.

The white cloth sat on her desk, neatly folded and cleaned. It had occupied that spot for a very long time; every so often she would wash and iron it again to get rid of any dust that may have settled, but she always put it back in the exact same spot, making sure that she could see it. She had it put it there to remember where it was, why she was still chasing after everything, and a promise that she wouldn't break.

She had been young, and naïve - how else could she have cried into it instead of the handkerchief he had so clearly offered in his hand? No, she had not cried in front of them, she told herself. She would not break the promises in her notebook. But it was hard to deny the soft feeling of the cloth, something she marvelled at even after washing it so many times. And every time she would take it into her hand, tears would well up in her eyes, as though her body instinctively remembered the reason for which she took the cloth to begin with.

No, not took: borrowed.

She looked out her window. The same tall tree greeted her, the way it had for seven years, just as the sun rose. She remembered how she would watch sunrises with her father, whenever she wasn't too tired to get up, from the balcony of their apartment. But her home was no apartment any more; it was so far away from where she used to live that there were hardly any traces of her former life left - except for the sun, a few boxes that she kept in her room, and that white cloth.

They probably wondered where she had gone after everything had happened seven years ago, after the gunshot rang clear in the courtroom, after the chaos that had ensued.

That white cloth had haunted her for the first little while - she would see it and burst into tears, remembering the harsh memories of that day. It was a painful reminder that her father was no longer with her. But she had told herself not to lose the cloth, because she had to remember to return it. Even though she had moved to a new house far away, she had kept it with her, and it had taken its place on her desk the day she arrived.

And it sat there, making it so that she never forgot the day or the promise.

Next to the cloth was a small black device, which she promptly slipped into her pocket. Finding it had been the result of long hours digging through her boxes, constantly searching for any hints of that day's events and what exactly had been in her father's mind the entire time. She had been proud to find it; she loved the name it had been given, it was adorable. She was a girl, after all, and girls would find things cute. She had heard enough of her relatives' whispers to know that she would not let her childhood be robbed from her. Her father would want to see her happy, she knew that, and so she tried to live every moment with a smile on her face - she was smiling his share and hers.

Yet that cloth would greet her after her happiest moments, reminding her of what she had left to do. A cloth that she had only borrowed from someone, someone who would not remember a stranger like her.

No, she was not a stranger to them, not any more. They might not remember her immediately, but they could not have forgotten her, and she certainly remembered them – the beige trench coat, the small riding crop, the maroon suit. The seven years that passed, they only made those people a little more familiar to her as she smoothed out her memories each time she washed the cloth again. She would hear the laugh of that treacherous woman, see the bullet fly from the gun in her hand, and feel the panic that struck her heart as though she were in that moment.

However, despite her fears of that day, she never shrunk away from that cloth; she would also smell the courtroom Swiss rolls and feel the comforting embrace of that trench coat, hear the lash of the crop and see the hidden kindness behind those piercing eyes. Those people had acted for her sake, and she would not let their efforts go to waste. She would find what they were seeking the answer to this entire time, she told herself. And she had found it - the truth.

Quietly, she wrapped her hair into a ponytail and carefully inserted her hair sticks in. She gathered her scarf and wrapped it around her, pinning the golden three-legged raven onto it. That raven – after so long, after searching for clues in her father's things, she had found the truth of the matter. That the raven was indeed noble and brave, everything she ever saw in her father and dreamed of being. And now, with the truth in hand, she would meet them again; she would bring the truth to him. After so long, after nights of being in that cloth's presence, she had reached her goal.

The cloth had fulfilled its purpose, and it was time to return it.

She picked up the white cloth – no, the cravat – and looked at it for a few seconds, wishing that it had been given to her instead of lent. Within its softness were her memories, her motivations, her reasons for succeeding her father in the quest for that elusive prize called the truth. In her mind were slight doubts, and she wondered if she would remember her purpose for these actions if she no longer had the cravat to remind her - would she be one of those people who let the truth fade into the shadows?

But that frilly thing only belonged on one person she knew, and it would have to go back to him, whether he remembered her or not.

She grinned and put the cravat in her pocket and walked out of her room, ready to hunt down its owner. After all, she had borrowed it; he had been a stranger to her.

Perhaps, though, she could take it back for herself later.


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[identity profile] kaychung.livejournal.com on March 8th, 2010 03:59 am (UTC)
OMG! It's Nino.

And, OMG! I love Kay~! <3 I'm glad you posted this up, and I enjoyed the new parts.
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on March 9th, 2010 01:55 am (UTC)
That's right, the Neener strikes again!

:D Yeah, well it's practically all new. The idea kind of revamped itself partway through typing it up...
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[identity profile] sidevocalist.livejournal.com on March 8th, 2010 01:49 pm (UTC)
Hee it's Kay 8D Lovely lovely~. I like thinking!Kay :]
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on March 9th, 2010 01:56 am (UTC)
Yeah, since you only really see happy!Kay and a little of wibble!Kay. I think thinking!characters really work out best. If done well, anyway - can't say this was 'well' XD
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[identity profile] turtle-ai.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 01:18 am (UTC)
dlkgjskldgj I think I know who you are? Kind of? Not really? "XDD Like, in rl. (dskdgajl forgive me for sounding like an awful stalker person who's decided to introduce herself but yes I am an awful stalker person who's decided to introduce herself D:)

I... attended Word!UP? (I was the stupid little girl who submitted a terribly-written chicken story about chicken pox?) And um I know awin? [livejournal.com profile] sidevocalist? (And also I really loved Infinity. I would write more but I don't want to sound like more of a creep than I already do.)

But but but onto the actual fic - I love your portrayal of Kay. I love how she's in a different light here, engulfed in the clouds of memories. I really really like this. :D

(AND AH IT'S A GIANT NINO. WITH GREEN. I like. :D)

-runs away-
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 01:27 am (UTC)
OH MY FRIEND LOVED YOUR STORY (and thank you for liking my little creation that sat in my head for a year before getting written -_-)

Aw, thank you! I was scared I train-wrecked her, to be honest...

YOU A NINO FAN? DON'T GO, LET'S BE FRIENDS :D
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[identity profile] turtle-ai.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)
REALLY? I'm kind of glad "XD (It was a wonderful little creation and I'm glad it got written eventually :D)

You did no such thing :D I really liked her thinking in this fic because in my head Kay is not a Maya but Kay is a Kay who, when she things, thinks deeply, and I'm glad this was able to capture that.

YES I NINO FAN. :D \o/ It's... well, it's borderline obsessive with me when it comes to him. The fangirling isn't very public though XD
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 01:50 am (UTC)
The warm fuzzy feeling when someone says they like your work really is rewarding XD

Thanks! I'm glad someone agrees :)

Don't worry, I don't fangirl very openly either. Though I might push a video or two on people - when I first got into Arashi, I passed around a YT version of their blindfold/earmuff A-RA-SHI (complete with Jun fail!) and everyone loled, but I only converted one friend. Now I'm her 'drug dealer', and for some reason it feels good :D
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[identity profile] turtle-ai.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 02:00 am (UTC)
It's a magical feeling. :D

Oh, I loved that video! And Ohno's crashing into people was just... so much fail, but so dorky. XD I haven't been able to convert anyone outside of the internet world, but I've been trying share the Arashi love by introducing it to online friends. So far it's been successful, considering I've only tried converting one person. XD And being an Arashi drug dealer sounds awesome, what with all the crack and dorky and sparklyness. XD
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 02:15 am (UTC)
XD Most people just get used to me when I talk about JE... they've accepted that I enjoy watching Japanese pretty boys be the biggest idiots ever - like seriously, who actually thinks they can travel down on an ice floe from Hokkaido to Tokyo?

It is fun! Except now that Arashi's coming out with another single, my wallet is starting to wail again. And the 5x10 DVD is calling out too. >_
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[identity profile] turtle-ai.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
People are used to my insanity, so they could probably tolerate my flailing about Japanese boys being dorks, but I'm not used to talking about them outside of the Internet. XD (I love all of their experiments. Aiba you flamboyant genius. XD)

My wallet isn't spent on Arashi-related things. ;;__;; It would be, if not for my parents going all secret agent on me and how I spend my money. Urgh, the 5x10 DVD. DDD: I need that. agkajsklgjl.
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 03:14 am (UTC)
XD Au contraire, I don't really talk about them much except for with my mother, who watches them with me :D (Who else would have thought of stockings on heads?)

Aw. Well, my parents knew it would be a luxurious expenditure for me to get into this kind of stuff XD (I'm hoping that I can find it at PMall...)
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[identity profile] turtle-ai.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 12:02 pm (UTC)
(klsgjksjh YOUR ICON. YOU ICON. adkjgk)

My mother thinks I'm crazy and that the Japanese boys I watch are ugly dorks. D: (Only he could have. And boy are we glad he did. XD)

The thing is that I don't go to PMall often "XD And whenever I go, there are so many people it feels kind of claustrophobic. But if there's a chance of it being there, then I WILL FIGHT 'cause I don't have a single piece of Arashi merchandise.
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[identity profile] fluidcomplexity.livejournal.com on April 11th, 2010 04:01 pm (UTC)
(Someone made this one too, which always makes my day XD)

Aw. D: My mom likes Ohno because he spaces out, lol. (I still think DnA was one of the greatest things to ever exist. Like totally.)

XD I go every couple of weeks to check on what's in stock and see if there are any things I could get. I've gotten most of my stuff there, except for a couple of things that my dad's co-worker helped me get. There's actually a couple of Arashi DVDs that I still could get there (Iza, Now and 5x10 CLIPS, though I originally wasn't thinking of getting CLIPS because I got the Taiwan LE of 5x10). And since they've taken to buying Japan editions of Arashi things lately knowing that someone like me will buy them, I get even more suckered into paying up more money. (I also bought out almost all their V6 discography. LOL.)
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