Ace Attorney X Reader One Shots Vol. 2

Commitments Pt. 3

A/N: This is continued from my first book. Go read that first so you won't get confused.

No One's Pov:

Apollo and Godot got kicked from the cab after running out of money to pay the fare. They were stranded in an abandoned part of town. Thunder rumbled across the sky as it started to rain. The two stopped under a shop roof, avoiding the rain. Apollo turned to the older man, "We only have five days left, Godot. We're running out of time." Godot looked at him, "Look: We can't walk in this storm unless you wanna die." Apollo bit his lip, "Maybe, Klavier will leave (Y/n) alone." Godot scoffed, "Oh, yeah? Well, Klavier has already married (Y/n)." Apollo paused.

"No, no. No. I know my girl; she'll wait." Godot groaned but Apollo continued, "And if she accepts this pebble, we'll be married." Godot snarkily replied, "If she accepts the pebble? You mean you're not sure if she's gonna accept the pebble?" He laughed, "You mean you're going through all this trouble, and you're not even sure?!" Apollo sighed, "She'll accept it." A crack of lightning filled the sky. In their annoyance with each other, they moved to get cover in different spots. But they ended up in the same spot. Godot nudged Apollo.

"Move." Apollo nudged him back, "No." After a while of fighting, they fell asleep against one of the buildings.

To Your Pov:

I sat in Klavier's office, waiting on some paperwork. Klavier spoke as he sat in front of me, "So, (Y/n), when shall I annouce our engagement!Today, tomorrow, Wednesday?" I frowned, "Klavier. I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on Earth!" He rolled his eyes, "Don't worry. I'll make it official with the obligatory stone and all that." I scoffed, "The answer is 'No!'" He laughed, "No? No?! Oh, I get it! You're joking!"

(Why do I feel like that line is what guys/girls who won't take no for an answer think when you tell them no?)

Ema, Gumshoe, and Maggey, who were filling out reports in the corner, laughed along with him. Klavier snapped at them, "What's so funny?!" He turned to me again, "Don't make me laugh, (Y/n). Don't make me laugh.
My funny friend, don't make me bend in half. Don't be a card, babe. Don't mess with Klavier. Don't make me laugh so hard that you begin to ache." I watched him with a glare. He continued, "Don't pull my leg. May I suggest you would do best to beg, fraulein. If you say no, miss, If you refuse, this is your notice that I refuse to lose." I scoffed, but he cut me off.

"Say yes, my love, and go with a winner. Believe me, that would be wiser. Say no, poor dove, and you're a prosecutor's dinner. Apollo's the appetizer. Get the picture?" I only glared at him. He continued speaking more as the other three watched in silence, "Don't make me laugh. Or slap my knee. I'm no hyena, so (Y/n), what'll it be? Right this way to the Klavier estate, or write your epitaph?You choose your fate! Don't make me wait! And, baby, don't make me laugh!" With that, he left the office with the other three, locking the door.

I couldn't open it. I walked over to one of the windows and looked outside, "Sometimes I close my eyes, and say a prayer: That finally today will be the day. I watch the far horizon, no one's there. But somewhere you are safe, and on your way." I sighed, resting a hand on the glass, "Oh, Apollo, sometimes I wonder, if you're still alive. How could you survive such a dangerous world out there? Beware my love. Take care, my love. Take care." I bowed my head silently.

To Apollo And Godot:

The two men awoke to a clearing sky. The storm had passed and it was time to get a move on. Apollo stood up as Godot got to his feet. Apollo spoke, "Look how we get along together. I think it's great the way we blend. You've tried to be as tough as leather, but now I see that's just pretend. We'll find our way through stormy weather. Just you and me right to the end. Hey, looks like we're two birds of a feather. And, it looks like I got me a friend." Godot groaned and sighed.

"You are incredibly annoying, You're like a bone stuck in my throat, This isn't something I'm enjoying, I should have left you in that house, You want a friend? Don't call me Buddy! Not me!" He continued, "When you're a rebel, you're a rebel. You don't go finding friends to like. Why don't you pack your blasted stone, and take yourself a healthy hike!, They don't have defense attorneys up here, Why don't you go and start a trend!" Apollo  tried again, "You really like me, just admit it. Alright, I'm gonna hold my breath. Quit it, admit it!, But you know, you're gonna cause my death! It's getting dark...G-g-g-goodbye Godot!" Godot hit Apollo's back lightly.

"Alright then! I kinda sorta maybe you know..." Apollo grinned, "You mean you like me?" Godot scoffed, "A little." Apollo kept grinning, "You mean it?" Godot started walking, "Don't push it." The two turned down a dark alley way, not noticing the sleeping man on the right side. Just then, Apollo dropped his stone next to the man. Godot noticed the man and tried to stop Apollo, but Apollo ignored him. The sleeping man woke up, eyeing the stone and Apollo. Apollo grabbed the stone and hauled it down the alley with Godot as the man chased them.

Eventually, they managed to escape the man. Apollo spoke, "We really showed him!" Godot shook his head, "We showed him? We? Oh come on! You're a terrible fighter! You ran!" Apollo smiled playfully, "At least I can run faster than you!" With that Apollo took off running again, starting a race of sorts between them. They paused the race in a still abandoned part of the city. Godot spoke, "I won! I won! I won! I won! I won! I won! I won!" Apollo panted, "I b-beat you by a mile." A few yards away, a group of men exchanged multiple bags.

Apollo whispered to Godot, "Wonderful. What's the worst part?"

They noticed the two watching and chased after them. Godot and Apollo split up, trying to confuse the apparent drug dealers. Apollo managed to evade them. He waited for a while before going to look for Godot. The drug dealers were long gone, but he couldn't find Godot. He called out for him, "Godot! Godot!" He heard nothing back. He paused when he stepped on something brittle. He looked down to see Godot's visor. It was cracked and old from age.

Apollo bowed his head sadly.

"Oh, poor Godot..."