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Gyakuten Saiban fanfic -- Christmas Eve (PG) [December 10th, 2008, 22:48]
Menelvir
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[Current Music |The Blue Badger's Theme]

Title: Christmas Eve
Author: menelvir
Fandom: Gyakuten Saiban
Genre: General, Angst
Rating: PG
Characters/ Pairings: Gumshoe, the Blue Badger (well, I suppose he counts right?)
Warnings/ Spoilers: Mention of something minor that we only learn in Case 3-3.
Words: 977
Summary: Gumshoe finds a companion to spend his Christmas Eve with...
Disclaimer: Capcom owns it all.
A/N: Written for gyaku_contest Week#2 prompt: Alone.

Detective Gumshoe usually looked forward to lunchtime at work, because it meant he could rest and enjoy a good, hot meal of instant ramen. That day, however, lunch was far from enjoyable. In fact, it was a long, drawn-out hour of torture.

“Oi, Gumshoe!” the Head Detective at the police department called to his scruffiest subordinate. “Leave the instant noodles for a day and join us, why don’t you? It’s Christmas eve!”

Gumshoe took a deep breath and put on a forced smile before turning around. “Nah,” he replied, grinning foolishly. “I don’t have the cash to spare today.”

“Ooh! Saving all that money from this year’s bonus for a hot date tonight, eh?” The Head Detective winked. “Well then, we’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Gumshoe waited till his boss was out of sight before turning back to his miserable cup of instant ramen on his desk. Already, the steaming hot water had cooled somewhat, leaving the noodles in a cold, soggy mess. With a sigh, he sat down and picked up his chopsticks. He was about to tuck in to his meagre meal, however, when a thought struck him.

Picking up his cup and chopsticks, he left his office and turned left in the main corridor. He entered the third door on his right.

As he had hoped, the officer on guard had left for his lunch break, leaving the room empty. Using his ID card, he opened the door on the opposite end of the room. The sensor beeped once and the light flashed green. There was an audible click as the door unlocked itself. Turning the handle, Gumshoe went in.

It was dark in the police department’s Evidence Room. Even with the lights on, there was a distinctively dark aura that lay within the room, mixed in the thick layer of dust that covered the lockers and the floor. But, Gumshoe did not feel afraid. On the contrary, as his vision fell upon the far right-hand corner, where his long-lost friend lay, he felt the comfort of his presence.

“It’s been a long while, hasn’t it, pal?” Gumshoe murmured, sighing as he eased his heavy bulk on a wooden crate beside his smiling friend. “I bet you miss me. Look at you, grinning like that. Well, I suppose you’re feeling too happy for words. You never were the talkative type anyway, eh, Mr. Badger?”

The Blue Badger neither moved nor made any sound to acknowledge the presence of the intruder who disturbed his peace. He continued to look straight ahead through a film of dust, dirt and duct tape, smiling at some unknown joke.

Gumshoe sighed. “Not much of a people person, are you?” Setting down his cup of instant ramen, he got to his feet. Carefully not to break his companion’s arm as he shifted the Badger gently aside, he reached behind him for the plug and pushed the switch.

With a whir of motors and the soft hum of a jukebox tune, the Blue Badger sprang jerkily to life. He moved his head from side to side, waving his arms, his face never deviating from its maniacal grin all the while.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Gumshoe stood back to survey his pride and joy. Sitting down again, he picked up his cup and took a huge mouthful, slurping it in with relish.

“Ahh… Delicious… No one should have to spend Christmas Eve alone, pal, not even you. Aren’t you glad I came along?” Gumshoe took another mouthful of noodles.

“To tell the truth, pal, I came to find you because I was lonely. All the other boys in the office like to have fancy lunches on Christmas Eve, and then at six in the evening sharp, they leave to go on some date or other. I’m always the only one who spends Christmas Eve alone.”

Gumshoe paused for breath, then continued, “You know, Mr. Edgeworth took me out for dinner last year. He was leaving for home when he saw me, still working on my report. Probably out of pity, he said he’d bring me to some fancy restaurant. It had good pasta, I remember. Best Christmas Eve of my life…” He shook his head. “But Mr. Edgeworth’s gone now, and all I’ve got is the memories of last Christmas.

“And this year… This year, I wanted to take Maggey out. Not on a date or something, if you catch my meaning, but as friends. I mean, I haven’t seen her since she was asked to leave the police force. We could have done some catching up. But she’s working at a French restaurant now. They’re probably busy on Christmas Eve. Even if she were free, I doubt I’d have enough money to buy her a nice dinner. She’s a sweet girl; she deserves better than instant ramen for dinner on Christmas Eve…”

He stared miserably at his noodles, then sighed. “That’s why, pal, it’s just you and me together, today on Christmas Eve.” He tipped the remains of the cup into his mouth and chewed while the Blue Badger’s theme echoed within the Evidence Room. Somehow, the sound seemed to emphasise the emptiness and loneliness Gumshoe felt. But at the very least, he felt better now, after getting his feelings off his chest.

Swallowing hastily, Gumshoe stood up. “Well… I guess you’re the shy and quiet kind of person, but uhh… You’re a pretty good listener. Thanks pal!” He clapped the Blue Badger on the shoulder briefly, his hand coming away coated with dust, and reached behind the cardboard figure once more to switch the power off.

“See you around, pal. Merry Christmas!” Gumshoe made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked back into place, leaving the Blue Badger to grin at nothing in particular in the darkness once more.
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[User Picture]From: menelvir
December 12th, 2008, 02:21 (UTC)
Haha! At least the Blue Badger will always be there for him.. ;)

So very Gumshoe-like to do something like this, too.

Does this mean I succeeded in keeping him in character? Yay!
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