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fallintofallfestival
Prompt: Any/Any/It's unexpectedly brisk, and Character A lends Character B a jacket
Word Count: 800
Title: jacket
Fandom/Original: Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks/Ryunosuke Naruhodo
Rating: G
Triggers: NA
Summary: 'Naruhodo-san,' she said then. 'Forgive my inquisitiveness, but ... why are you wearing Lord van Zieks's jacket?'
ConCrit: Y
Ryunosuke had been receiving strange looks throughout the trial, but that was not, strictly speaking, unusual. He had been away from London for several years now, and the infamy of his cases had long faded. The sight of a foreign face in a British court was peculiar. What that didn't explain was Miss Susato's strange looks. Every time she turned to him to make a remark or suggestion, a shadow of confusion and concern crossed her face. But she reserved her questions for the day's recess.
'Naruhodo-san,' she said then. 'Forgive my inquisitiveness, but ... why are you wearing Lord van Zieks's jacket?'
'What?' he said, and then he realised why he had not felt the chill of the courtroom as he usually did. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. 'Oh ... funny story, that ...'
Ryunosuke's life had been a whirlwind of events with little room to breathe ever since the fateful day he had been accused of the murder of Dr Wilson. True to form, almost as soon as he and Susato arrived in London, Sholmes had pressed a case on them. The trial was to be on the very next day, naturally. What this meant was that he had had no time for calling on old friends. But the idea of his first meeting with Lord van Zieks in so long being from across the courtroom had been unbearable. The morning of the trial, he left a note to Susato notifying her that he would meet her at the courtroom, then slipped out of 221B.
There was nothing wrong with that. The only reason he had never told Susato that he and van Zieks had kept in correspondence over the years was that it hadn't come up. It wasn't like he was keeping a secret lover. The fact that they were in a relationship was ... incidental.
The morning had been exceedingly brisk. Ryunosuke had forgotten how cold London could get even as the twilight of summer faded into autumn. He had no protection save for his student's cape. It was thus that he arrived at the coffeehouse van Zieks had invited him to with his teeth chattering.
Van Zieks conveyed the pain that Ryunosuke's absence of mind brought him with a long-suffering sigh. For his part, Ryunosuke was so frozen that he was only capable of shivering in the warm doorway until van Zieks took him by the arm and steered him into a chair.
'It was summer when I left Japan,' Ryunosuke complained by way of explanation. 'And it was warm on the boat.'
'Surely you knew when you would arrive in London,' van Zieks said. He had taken off his prosecutor's badge and sash and placed them on the table.
Ryunosuke's retort that Japanese winters weren't as bad as British autumns died in his throat as he watched, with incredulity, van Zieks unbuttoning his jacket.
'You don't have to make yourself cold in solidarity with me,' he managed to say.
A shadow of a smile crossed van Zieks' face, so briefly that Ryunosuke might have been inclined to say he imagined it. In retaliation, van Zieks tossed the coat over Ryunosuke's face instead of his shoulders. By the time Ryunosuke emerged from behind the heavy jacket, van Zieks had already pulled on his sash and pinned his badge to his waistcoat.
'Are you sure?' Ryunosuke mumbled, thumbing the collar uncertainly.
'It would be a waste of your trip to perish of frostbite on your second day in London.'
Through his gruff words, his concern warmed Ryunosuke almost more than the jacket and the fire burning in the coffeehouse grate.
Their following conversation and dash to the courthouse when they realised they only had 20 minutes left to the trial drove the fact that he was wearing it out of his mind. Throughout the trial, Ryunosuke had shaken back the sleeves to point and present evidence multiple times without realising what the warm weight on his shoulders was. In retrospect, a lot of the strange looks had gone between him and van Zieks on the opposite bench.
'We, er, met on the way to the courthouse,' Ryunosuke said, 'and ... I was getting so cold, I couldn't move, so ...'
Susato's worried expression took on a hint of sternness. 'Is that so? And where did you go first thing this morning before even Iris had woken up?'
'Oh, you know ...' Ryunosuke was beginning to see the impossibility of keeping his not-secret. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow outside the defendant's antechamber, and the opportunity to steal a few more precious moments with his lover.
'You're right, Susato-san,' he said to her surprise. 'I should return this before Lord van Zieks catches a cold himself.'
'I didn't -' she began, but Ryunosuke had already run off.
fallintofallfestivalPrompt: Any/Any/It's unexpectedly brisk, and Character A lends Character B a jacket
Word Count: 800
Title: jacket
Fandom/Original: Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks/Ryunosuke Naruhodo
Rating: G
Triggers: NA
Summary: 'Naruhodo-san,' she said then. 'Forgive my inquisitiveness, but ... why are you wearing Lord van Zieks's jacket?'
ConCrit: Y
Ryunosuke had been receiving strange looks throughout the trial, but that was not, strictly speaking, unusual. He had been away from London for several years now, and the infamy of his cases had long faded. The sight of a foreign face in a British court was peculiar. What that didn't explain was Miss Susato's strange looks. Every time she turned to him to make a remark or suggestion, a shadow of confusion and concern crossed her face. But she reserved her questions for the day's recess.
'Naruhodo-san,' she said then. 'Forgive my inquisitiveness, but ... why are you wearing Lord van Zieks's jacket?'
'What?' he said, and then he realised why he had not felt the chill of the courtroom as he usually did. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. 'Oh ... funny story, that ...'
Ryunosuke's life had been a whirlwind of events with little room to breathe ever since the fateful day he had been accused of the murder of Dr Wilson. True to form, almost as soon as he and Susato arrived in London, Sholmes had pressed a case on them. The trial was to be on the very next day, naturally. What this meant was that he had had no time for calling on old friends. But the idea of his first meeting with Lord van Zieks in so long being from across the courtroom had been unbearable. The morning of the trial, he left a note to Susato notifying her that he would meet her at the courtroom, then slipped out of 221B.
There was nothing wrong with that. The only reason he had never told Susato that he and van Zieks had kept in correspondence over the years was that it hadn't come up. It wasn't like he was keeping a secret lover. The fact that they were in a relationship was ... incidental.
The morning had been exceedingly brisk. Ryunosuke had forgotten how cold London could get even as the twilight of summer faded into autumn. He had no protection save for his student's cape. It was thus that he arrived at the coffeehouse van Zieks had invited him to with his teeth chattering.
Van Zieks conveyed the pain that Ryunosuke's absence of mind brought him with a long-suffering sigh. For his part, Ryunosuke was so frozen that he was only capable of shivering in the warm doorway until van Zieks took him by the arm and steered him into a chair.
'It was summer when I left Japan,' Ryunosuke complained by way of explanation. 'And it was warm on the boat.'
'Surely you knew when you would arrive in London,' van Zieks said. He had taken off his prosecutor's badge and sash and placed them on the table.
Ryunosuke's retort that Japanese winters weren't as bad as British autumns died in his throat as he watched, with incredulity, van Zieks unbuttoning his jacket.
'You don't have to make yourself cold in solidarity with me,' he managed to say.
A shadow of a smile crossed van Zieks' face, so briefly that Ryunosuke might have been inclined to say he imagined it. In retaliation, van Zieks tossed the coat over Ryunosuke's face instead of his shoulders. By the time Ryunosuke emerged from behind the heavy jacket, van Zieks had already pulled on his sash and pinned his badge to his waistcoat.
'Are you sure?' Ryunosuke mumbled, thumbing the collar uncertainly.
'It would be a waste of your trip to perish of frostbite on your second day in London.'
Through his gruff words, his concern warmed Ryunosuke almost more than the jacket and the fire burning in the coffeehouse grate.
Their following conversation and dash to the courthouse when they realised they only had 20 minutes left to the trial drove the fact that he was wearing it out of his mind. Throughout the trial, Ryunosuke had shaken back the sleeves to point and present evidence multiple times without realising what the warm weight on his shoulders was. In retrospect, a lot of the strange looks had gone between him and van Zieks on the opposite bench.
'We, er, met on the way to the courthouse,' Ryunosuke said, 'and ... I was getting so cold, I couldn't move, so ...'
Susato's worried expression took on a hint of sternness. 'Is that so? And where did you go first thing this morning before even Iris had woken up?'
'Oh, you know ...' Ryunosuke was beginning to see the impossibility of keeping his not-secret. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow outside the defendant's antechamber, and the opportunity to steal a few more precious moments with his lover.
'You're right, Susato-san,' he said to her surprise. 'I should return this before Lord van Zieks catches a cold himself.'
'I didn't -' she began, but Ryunosuke had already run off.