[fic] A Good Reason
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shannys_cornerTitle: A Good Reason
Original Thread: here
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kiyala
Word Count: 681
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Machi Tobaye
Rating: R
Warnings: rape
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: Okay, the Lamiroir case is interesting and yet it infuriates me that everything about the ending doesn't seem to be enough. I didn't get enough explanation or motivation!
Lamiroir and Machi are superstars! Daryan is a superstar! They are big big names, and yet Machi and Daryan resort to doing something highly illegal and highly dangerous for money? I do not understand.
So basically... please please give me a hint as to possible motivations for Machi to be so desperate for money that he has to resort to something that could get him executed.
Bonus points and a bowl of tom yum soup if you include Daryan's motivation as well.
Doesn't have to be slashy, but if you want to throw in some D/M, go for it. x)
“Oh, look. There he is.”
“He? Ha! Looks like a little girl to me.”
“Bet Lamiroir dresses him. Her own little dolly. Not like he can complain when he can’t see the crap she stuffs him into.”
Machi cringes The insults mean nothing to him, heard far too often to make an impact any longer. He continues walking to the small cottage in which he and Lamiroir are staying, hoping that he will reach the door sooner than the owners of the voices reach him. Counting four street lamps between him and his destination, he knows that he won’t.
“…I think we should make sure he’s a boy, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re insane! Did you see Lamiroir’s manager? He’d eat us!”
“Idiots. He’s blind, remember?”
“Oh yeah! Heheh, yeah I’m in.”
Machi walks faster, but he hears the footsteps behind him coming closer. He feels his palms start to sweat and is about to break into a run when he feels a hand grab the back of his collar.
“Gotcha.” The man holding him is tall with short and spiky blond hair. His two friends have brown hair of the same length. They drag him away, the grip too strong from him to resist. Machi focuses on the path they are taking so he can retrace it back.
His back hits a brick wall and he shuts his eyes tightly. A pair of hands pull his pants down as another pair pull his dark glasses off.
“Ha! Maybe he is a girl! Look at how he’s crying.”
He shuts it all out and remains silent, except for when he can no longer hold himself back. “Stop!”
A hand is clamped over his mouth and the stream of tears thicken. He struggles, but a pair of hands hold his arms still.
When they leave, he is left against the wall with his pants around his ankles. He pulls them up and wipes the tears from his eyes, only to have them fall again.
He walks to the cottage as quickly as he can to avoid it all happening again. He enters the house quietly, through the back, and walks straight to the bathroom for a shower. He scrubs as hard as he can until his skin is red and tender. Then he scrubs some more. The tears don’t stop flowing; a mix of anger, shame, sadness and helplessness. He walks out of the bathroom to find Lamiroir in their room, with her acoustic guitar.
“Machi?” she recognises him by his footsteps. “You took longer than I had expected.”
He is silent as his mind still processes what he has just been through. He considers his options; he could tell Lamiroir what had happened and it would be reported. He would describe the attackers in detail and they would be caught.
Remember, the gruff voice of their PR manager echoes in his mind, as far as the world is concerned, you are the blind one. You must protect this secret at all costs. For Lamiroir’s sake.
“…I felt like taking a walk,” he answers quietly. His shoulders tremble and tears stream silently down his cheeks. But she cannot see this. “Sorry if I caused you any worry.”
She smiles in his direction. “No need to apologise, Machi. I would much rather worry for no reason than actually have something to worry about. Just the way I worry of my past.”
“You are a kind person, Lamiroir,” he whispers. “Pure-hearted and gentle.”
He sits on the bed beside her and hugs her tightly. She is initially surprised, but when he doesn’t explain himself, she doesn’t ask. She hugs him back and he wipes his eyes, hoping that her purity will rub off onto him, driving the disgusting reality away.
I have to escape this, he thinks to himself even as he rests his head on Lamiroir’s shoulder. I love her as a son would love his mother, but this is going to destroy me. I need money. I need to get out of here. I can figure out the rest later.
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Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 681
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Machi Tobaye
Rating: R
Warnings: rape
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: Okay, the Lamiroir case is interesting and yet it infuriates me that everything about the ending doesn't seem to be enough. I didn't get enough explanation or motivation!
Lamiroir and Machi are superstars! Daryan is a superstar! They are big big names, and yet Machi and Daryan resort to doing something highly illegal and highly dangerous for money? I do not understand.
So basically... please please give me a hint as to possible motivations for Machi to be so desperate for money that he has to resort to something that could get him executed.
Bonus points and a bowl of tom yum soup if you include Daryan's motivation as well.
Doesn't have to be slashy, but if you want to throw in some D/M, go for it. x)
“Oh, look. There he is.”
“He? Ha! Looks like a little girl to me.”
“Bet Lamiroir dresses him. Her own little dolly. Not like he can complain when he can’t see the crap she stuffs him into.”
Machi cringes The insults mean nothing to him, heard far too often to make an impact any longer. He continues walking to the small cottage in which he and Lamiroir are staying, hoping that he will reach the door sooner than the owners of the voices reach him. Counting four street lamps between him and his destination, he knows that he won’t.
“…I think we should make sure he’s a boy, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re insane! Did you see Lamiroir’s manager? He’d eat us!”
“Idiots. He’s blind, remember?”
“Oh yeah! Heheh, yeah I’m in.”
Machi walks faster, but he hears the footsteps behind him coming closer. He feels his palms start to sweat and is about to break into a run when he feels a hand grab the back of his collar.
“Gotcha.” The man holding him is tall with short and spiky blond hair. His two friends have brown hair of the same length. They drag him away, the grip too strong from him to resist. Machi focuses on the path they are taking so he can retrace it back.
His back hits a brick wall and he shuts his eyes tightly. A pair of hands pull his pants down as another pair pull his dark glasses off.
“Ha! Maybe he is a girl! Look at how he’s crying.”
He shuts it all out and remains silent, except for when he can no longer hold himself back. “Stop!”
A hand is clamped over his mouth and the stream of tears thicken. He struggles, but a pair of hands hold his arms still.
When they leave, he is left against the wall with his pants around his ankles. He pulls them up and wipes the tears from his eyes, only to have them fall again.
He walks to the cottage as quickly as he can to avoid it all happening again. He enters the house quietly, through the back, and walks straight to the bathroom for a shower. He scrubs as hard as he can until his skin is red and tender. Then he scrubs some more. The tears don’t stop flowing; a mix of anger, shame, sadness and helplessness. He walks out of the bathroom to find Lamiroir in their room, with her acoustic guitar.
“Machi?” she recognises him by his footsteps. “You took longer than I had expected.”
He is silent as his mind still processes what he has just been through. He considers his options; he could tell Lamiroir what had happened and it would be reported. He would describe the attackers in detail and they would be caught.
Remember, the gruff voice of their PR manager echoes in his mind, as far as the world is concerned, you are the blind one. You must protect this secret at all costs. For Lamiroir’s sake.
“…I felt like taking a walk,” he answers quietly. His shoulders tremble and tears stream silently down his cheeks. But she cannot see this. “Sorry if I caused you any worry.”
She smiles in his direction. “No need to apologise, Machi. I would much rather worry for no reason than actually have something to worry about. Just the way I worry of my past.”
“You are a kind person, Lamiroir,” he whispers. “Pure-hearted and gentle.”
He sits on the bed beside her and hugs her tightly. She is initially surprised, but when he doesn’t explain himself, she doesn’t ask. She hugs him back and he wipes his eyes, hoping that her purity will rub off onto him, driving the disgusting reality away.
I have to escape this, he thinks to himself even as he rests his head on Lamiroir’s shoulder. I love her as a son would love his mother, but this is going to destroy me. I need money. I need to get out of here. I can figure out the rest later.
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