[I don't normally post WIPs but my god Blackquill I don't know what I'm doing with you...]
Characters: Apollo Justice, Simon Blackquill
Rating: T [so far...It WILL go up to M]
Wordcount: 1,889 [So far...Eesh this is gonna hit 3,000 at least...]
Apollo has gone to question Blackquill on Phoenix's behalf in regards to the case that imprisoned him. However he finds Blackquill to be unsettling in more ways than one and he just can't shake the feeling he should never have set foot in that room alone with him...
Apollo had only agreed to this on Phoenix's request. His boss (well sort of boss) had trusted him to be able to get some answers out of this Blackquill guy. He'd been put away for murder a few years ago, but Phoenix was more than a little curious as to why he'd been granted the right to prosecute again and had sent Apollo to find this out. “Well at least he'll be behind glass I guess, though I'm sure he's not dangerous, why would they let him back in the courtroom if he was?” Apollo had mulled it over, deciding to walk into the detention centre with his head held high. No way would he let this man intimidate him.
Questioned? Again? It never failed to amuse Simon how these apparent police had nothing better to do with a moment of their spare time than to drag him out to be questioned about that damn case. First they parade him behind the prosecutor's bench adorned with handcuffs at someone's (even he wasn't sure who) request, only to put him back in here once the trial was finished. Talk about a lousy deal. It's not as though he were dangerous, at least not physically, tall and imposing maybe but his real talent lay in the art of manipulation. Unfortunately for the poor boy “questioning” him today, he was in a fine mood to play puppet master.
“What do you mean it'll be just me and him unsupervised?” Apollo demanded upon hearing the news they would be alone in a room with no guards around. He was annoyed how they fobbed him off with the excuse that there was nobody on duty who could do it, the fed him the old “he's not even dangerous” line. Yeah, he probably wasn't but it didn't ease Apollo's nerves at all. This guy was technically a convicted murderer, was he mad going into that room? The room that held even not one window? Gotta do this for Mr. Wright. It'll be fine. I'll be fine.
Blackquill was already in the room, rolling the feather in his teeth as he clicked his tongue. He did not like waiting and his visitor was already a few minutes late. No matter, he had plenty of time to play. He'd “convinced” the guards to let him slip out of his cuffs for a few hours, though he didn't particularly mind them. They gave him power, the power to invoke fear in people with just his presence. If that wasn't a reason to gain a superiority complex, then what was?
The moment he set foot in the interrogation room Apollo tensed. He could feel them. Feel the pair of eyes watching his every slight move from his breathing to his footsteps. No. He's trying to intimidate you...He hasn't even opened his mouth and his gaze is enough to...Do this? He decided it was a mere minor setback, raising his head up as he walked forward to give a confident appearance. He'd learned how to fake this kind of thing.
Too easy. He'd at least hoped for a bit of a challenge here, but if this kid's mental state was a weak as this haughty little act he'd just thrown up then Simon would be playing him like a violin in no time. “You have business with me, yes?” He tilted his head up, his eyes glinting slightly as Apollo sat down opposite him. “Who sent you to me?” Blackquill was not one for small, trivial details, such as his name or credentials. Asking him for such things would make the boy feel like he was necessary, like he had worth.
“Since you asked, my name is Justice. Apollo Justice. I've been sent here by Phoenix Wright, the defence attorney. I too am a defence attorney and he sent me here to question you about your murder trial.” Nice one Justice, you've got this. Apollo cleared his throat, placing his hands on the desk in front of him, as though he were leaning over the defence bench in the courtroom. It made him feel safer, with this between them, though unease settled in him as he heard Blackquill scoff.
“Wright? Why should he care? He was disbarred during my imprisonment. I see no reason at all I should give you anything, Justice.” Ah, his name. It reminded him of his old detective partner. He was always shouting about justice and the like, which Blackquill had a soft spot for. Not even prison could distort his fond memories of detective Fulbright. “You should leave while my mood is still adequate.”
Apollo frowned at him, not at all encouraged by the tone Simon was using. Was he trying to throw him off by making a veiled threat? “Look, I didn't ask questions. I just came here like he asked me too and so help me I'm going to find out what exactly he wants from you!” His fist tensed as he spoke, his annoyance more than obvious now to Blackquill, whose lips curled into a smirk, reaching his hand up to slip the feather from his mouth, placing it on the table.
“Ah, so you're Wright's loyal little lapdog? Following his master's orders? How quaint.” Clearly Phoenix hadn't done his research properly, or he wouldn't have sent somebody with so many exploitable weaknesses to question him. Unless he was testing this Justice kid and if that was the case, Phoenix had made one terrible mistake in underestimating him. “What is he going to think when you crawl back to him empty handed?”
W-what did he just..? How dare he! “I am nobody's lapdog Mr. Blackquill. I'm simply doing my boss and friend a favour because he couldn't come down here himself today.” Apollo was agitated at having to explain himself to this guy, who just seemed to be as nonchalant as ever, even going so far as to rock back on his chair, like a troublemaking kid in a classroom. “Are you even listening to me Blackquill?!” Apollo slammed his fist down on the table, demanding his respect.
“It's nice to see a pet with a bite, Justice.” The legs of the chair hit the ground and he straightened up, his sharp eyes narrowed as he looked right through Apollo. “I stand by what I said earlier however, you will leave here with nothing to tell Mr. Wright and he will undoubtedly feel betrayed. Shame on you making promises you can't keep.” Blackquill taunted, already feeling the waver in Apollo's body language as he avoided his gaze. “Poor little mutt, he would abandon you for the sole reason he has no need for you any more. Though would it honestly be the first time you'd been dropped like a piece of garbage?”
The visible flinch from Apollo was enough to reinforce his bluffing. He had not lost his touch at this manipulation game. “You would do wise to look at me as I talk, Justice.” The commanding tone affected the defence attorney strongly, it brought back memories from his distant past he'd repressed for the longest time. The root of his abandonment issues among other things. Slowly he turned to look at Blackquill, who had this smug little smirk etched into his face.
“You know nothing about me. I-I don't know what game you're playing here, but I'm not leaving until I get at least something out of you.” His determination was winning over his growing sense of unease, for now at least, but he could feel the anxiety gnawing at him still. Blackquill shrugged his shoulders, “Game? I am playing no game with you Justice. Though if you wanted to, we could do just that to pass the time.” Once more he pushed the chair back, resting his weight on it as he thought on exactly what he wanted to do to Apollo.
Apollo's interest was piqued. What on earth was with this guy? “Sure. I'll bite, what game are we playing?” Part of him knew it was foolish to agree to something like this, but he had no other way of progressing with this man if he wanted to gain some information. What if Phoenix did actually decide to...No, he wouldn't, not after everything I've done for him. Right? He wouldn't just...Leave me?
The seeds of doubt had been planted in Apollo's mind. All Simon had to do now was water them, tend to them and finally watch as they consumed his mind and body. “You should be familiar with this little game. If I say something and you perform said task adequately, I'll part with valuable information.” He slipped off his coat, deciding it was a little warm in the cramped room. “Though if you should fail me, you will wish you'd never set foot in this room, Justice. Do I make myself clear?”
Apollo swallowed, his throat suddenly incredibly dry at Simon's proposal. “S-Sure, but you better not be tricking me...” He warned, though it was half hearted as he was more concerned about how Blackquill's attitude had gotten progressively worse as the session had continued. Simon gave a short nod, “Now why would I do that? I am an honest man, unlike this and your previous boss.” He commented offhandedly, dropping a hint to Apollo that he knew a lot more than he was letting on about the defence attorney.
“Now then, Simon says come over here.” He made a “come here” gesture with his slender fingers, expecting Apollo to do what he'd asked. For a moment, Apollo hesitated, Are we really playing Simon says...? Is he joking? Still, he shuffled from the chair to stand to one side, taking a step back as Blackquill rotated his chair around so he was facing Apollo. “Excellent. Now why don't you touch your nose?” The order was spoken firmly, despite it being a test to see if the boy was paying attention.
“You...didn't say Simon says. So no.” Apollo spoke flatly, standing a little awkwardly, “Though I came over here when you asked so what's my reward for that?” He wasn't expecting much of course, but he'd at least want something for joining in with this silly game he'd played a lot when he was younger. “Very good. You seem to know what you're doing Justice. Those were just the practice rounds.” He chuckled at how Apollo seemed irritated by this.
“The real game starts now.” He paused before the smirk on his face grew, “Simon says...Get on your knees, Justice.”
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Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post then make 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post.
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—Questions—
1. If you could choose one country to visit, where would you go, and why?
not a hot country
2. What is a dream of yours?
I want to be a(n environmental) lawyer and I've wanted to save the world since I was a kid. when I talk about it I get really passionate so I'll stop while I'm ahead.
3. Do you want any tattoos or piercings?
none at all, I can barely stand the holes in cheese.
4. Can you speak any other languages? if so, which ones?
I can't, but I'm studying french in school. I'm actually meant to be memorising my coursework now...
5. What is your favourite thing to wear, and why?
my baseball (is that what you call them?) shirt and favourite blue jeans, there's nothing like 'em.
6. Do you prefer a fun party or quiet time by yourself?
isn't there an in-between? I just want to talk with my friends, without the stresses of an actual party, but not quite alone, 'cause being alone sucks.
7. What animal are you most like and why?
ferret. also my patronus. it's because I jump and run off when things scare me.
8. What is one thing you are scared of?
Dogs. "What's wrong with dogs, Phoenix?"
9. Are you in love?
I don't believe you can define this so simply. I'm in love with what I aspire to be, my passions. I'll have to assume you're referring to what, at my age, can only be referred to as a crush. In that case no, I don't have time for that kind of thing.
10. What is your favourite holiday and why?
As in christmas, easter etc? I couldn't say. I'm not a fan of birthdays. In the premise of celebration, however, I love reunions.
11. What are your favourite shows (anime or not)
- Sherlock
-Doctor Who
-Supernatural (on season 4, newcomer)
-Adventure Time
—My Questions—
1. If you had a backing music (like With Pearly or The Great Revival), what song would it be?
2. Which of your mutual followers would you most like to meet? Why?
3. What's your favourite kind of icecream?
4. Could you stay alive in your favourite fandom's universe?
5. How far would you go for something that you want?
6. What's your favourite drawing style?
7. Describe a friend.
8. If you could change your name would you? what would your new name be?
9. Do you like where you live?
10. What's your favourite kind of bird?
11. How would you like to leave something you love, if you had to leave it? As in, if you were an actor retiring a show that you are devoted to, how would you like to leave?
