#gina lestrade

Kazuma and Barok have been haunted by nightmares of the trauma of the Reaper Killings or almost having killed Tobias Gregson. Everyone is worried and Kazuma doesn’t wish to leave Barok in order to get better, even though he knows that would be best for him. How will the both of them resolve this and get better?

Frozen in shock, Kazuma watched as Tobias Gregson crouched onto the floor, holding onto the rather large slash across his stomach and chest. Blood poured out quickly, pooling like water as Kazuma stared, hands shaking, at the sword he was holding, Karuma. Blood was dripping from the edge of the sword, the tip missing from the onslaught. From the reflection of the blood, he could see himself in red.

“You’re… just like… him,” choked the dying detective before giving out his last breath.

“I…” Kazuma said, losing his voice, as he tried releasing the sword from his hands, but they wouldn’t release. It was then that he realized he couldn’t control Karuma as the sword glared at him.

“You are a disgrace!” The sword spoke.

“No, I didn’t…” Kazuma cried as he backed away.

“A dishonor to your father who gave up his honor for you!”

“I’m not…! I didn’t…!” Kazuma cried, as the sword moved toward him, the sharp end of the blade reaching for him.

“A dishonor to the Asogi Clan!”

Kazuma felt his back hit the wall as the sharp end of the blade came to his neck. Fear in the form of tears poured like a waterfall down his cheeks. He closed his eyes tightly, pleading, “please. I’m… sorry.”

“Fruitless apologies couldn’t bring Father back. Why would they bring him back? You deserve exactly what Jezail Brett deserved!” The sword said hauntingly.

“NO! Please, don’t!” Kazuma cried pleadingly, more tears falling as he felt his arms move on their own, feeling the pain of the blade. He instinctively grabbed onto his neck, hot tears pouring down his cheeks, while he curled into a fetal position.

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It took Kazuma a moment for him to realize that the pain he felt was no more than a sting from the nightmare and no blood was pouring from his neck. All he felt was sweat. His eyes snapped open; he was still curled in a ball under the covers of the bed. He couldhear the pace of his breathing and heartbeat, feel the sweat and tears on his face and see the darkness of the room. His trembling hands slowly remove themselves from his neck; he looked over to see his lover still asleep. Thankfully, he didn’t wake up to see Kazuma in this shameful state.

Kazuma and Barok had been dating for about a year, beginning at some point after Ryunosuke and Susato left for Japan. In truth, both men had always admired each other greatly. Barok’s trial had only brought the two men closer together. Kazuma naturally felt as if he could be himself around Barok without fear of hurting him as he did with Ryunosuke and Susato. Until Barok came into his life, Dr. Mikotoba and Judge Jigoku were the only two people that Kazuma didn’t have to hold his anger back for. However, Barok was the first he could trust to not hide anything from him. He hated being deceived. It was worse than being lied to because a small lie wasn’toften told out of deceit, even if it did come to it. One couldlie from uncertainty or wish to avoid the subject. Deceitcamefrom holding onto information for personal gain. Even if Dr. Mikotoba meant well, he deceived Kazuma to his adulthood about his father, and that hadresulted in distrust toward his guardian. Barok understood that, having been deceived himself.

Lying in bed, Kazuma knew if he removed himself from the bed, his lover would likely take notice. The bed often made creaks and the floors of the manor made sounds too. He didn’t wish to burden Barok, so he turned himself away from his lover, staring at the window night sky. It was another nightmare, another night of watching Tobias Gregson’s corpse by his sword. He couldn’t understand any of this. He didn’t even kill the man and yet the nightmares continued with himfeeling the wrath of his sword, Karuma. Kazuma hated it. He wished he could find a reason for why Karuma was wrong but he couldn’t find an answer. The fact remained that, in his heart, Kazuma wanted to kill the detective.

It was on nights like these that Kazuma felt glad that he hadlent his sword to Ryunosuke. He doubted having Karuma by his side would’ve made things any better. Those night terrors continued to haunt him like a ghost in the night. Closing his eyes tightly, Kazuma felt more tears rolling down his cheeks. He used the pillow to cover his face, so he didn’t have to feel those beads of liquid that reflected his shame. It was haunting.

Kazuma heard the sound of the bed creaking, the bed dipping deeper, as an arm gently wrapped around his shoulder. Great, Barok must’ve woken up. Kazuma wiped his tears, hoping his voice sounded normal regardless of his crying.

“Did I wake you?” Kazuma asked, turning his face to see his lover’s deep, dark eyes.

“Nothing to worry about. Something is troubling you. Is it another nightmare?” Barok asked with such a calm and soothing voice, while gently turning Kazuma towards him, his fingers lightly brushing over his cheeks. Kazuma knew he couldn’t lie to Barok, being as his fingers had touched his moistened face, and nodded. A kiss was placed on his temple, fingers combing through his hair as a means of comfort. It felt nice.

“Karuma tried to kill me this time. There was so much blood on the floor. Said I dishonored my father and… the Asogi name,” Kazuma muttered as new fresh tears began building, leaving his eyes, before being caught by Barok’s thumb. He couldn’t stop the trembling of his body in Barok’s arms. He latched his hands onto Barok’s nightgown as another kiss was placed on his forehead.

“Might I offer you some tea?” Barok asked.

“… I don’t wish to burden you.”

“You’re not, except that you refuse help when you need it. I know it will be hard to relax and sleep again, after such a nightmare.”

“… just some sleepy tea to help me go back to sleep.”

“Very well,” Barok replied, getting himself out of bed as Kazuma followed. He didn’t like feeling like a burden to anyone, even though Barok made a good point about not asking for help.

Barok made some hot tea in the kettle, then poured some for Kazuma, adding some lemon juice to it. It felt soothing and warm. Kazuma was already feeling much more relaxed, especially with Barok with him. However, he didn’t want that nightmare to continue or return. Even though it was just a nightmare, he couldn’t deny how close he was to disgracing everything his father stood for and the Asogi Clan. To think that he was so close to committing murder. It was enough to make him tremble. He didn’t want to think about it and yet, what if that was to happen again?

“I’m always here, if that nightmare ever returns,” Barok said as Kazuma nodded, drinking his tea.

Before Kazuma knew it, his head lolled onto Barok’s shoulder, feeling the warmth vibrating from him. Thankfully, he had a dreamless sleep. He didn’t wish to burden Barok any more than he already had. After all, Kazuma wasn’t the only one dealing with nightmares.

For Barok, nightmares had become common. It was why he and Kazuma now slept together. Of course, it was due to their relationship, but that was nothing more than an excuse for why they were sleeping together. It was the nightmares. The nightly terrors of bloodshed by their own hands, the gold eyes of the bloodhound and the Professor, the mobs that would never stop their onslaught of slaying the Reaper and watching as Genshin Asogi took his final breath from the shot of a gun. Kazuma knew that it was far worse for Barok, who had dealt with these nightly terrors for over a decade since his father’s trial. It had only been recent for Kazuma.

Kazuma wished to unload any burdens from his lord as much as he could. Not just because this was his lover, but it was his duty. Barok had spent his days and nights alone with these terrors for over ten years. Dreams were no more than the imagination of the person dreaming them, but the effects were still haunting. If he could bear half of those burdens then his lord may find peace. However, with his nightmares, it was becoming increasingly impossible. Kazuma felt like a child needing to be cared for instead of his lord’s protector. How long wouldit be before his nightly terrors consumed him as well?

For the time being, Kazuma found it best to distract himself at work by looking over the crime scene with Inspector Lestrade. She went over her findings with him and the witnesses she found at the scene of the crime. Kazuma liked the Inspector’s cleverness and the same kind of stubbornness to find the truththat matched his own. It was a surprise to him that Gina never once mentioned anything about how close Kazuma was to killing her boss. He could still recall how distraught the young lady was to hear of her boss’ murder. She even swore that she would make the killer pay. Yet, she never said a word about what Kazuma almost did, despite the evidence being planted on the trunk she carried with her that once belonged to her boss.

“I was able to catch two coves tryin’ to exit the scene. Hmph, thinkin’ they can leave it without a single word of it,” Gina stated, crossing her arms.

“It also seems like Inspector Toby has found some clues as well,” Kazuma said, smirking slightly.

“Ha, you bet he did! He’s the best Inspector, that he is!” Gina grinned brightly as Kazuma smiled slightly at the lady. She then frowned. “Alright, what’s goin’ on with ye, Kaz?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing much, just haven’t been sleeping well,” Kazuma replied, not admitting his exhaustion from his nightly terrors.

“Yeah, that seems to be a thing with ye.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kaz, you’ve been having trouble sleepin’ since yer boss’ trial and all! The both of ye haven’t had a wink of sleep. It’s scarin’ the lot of us.”

“I…hadn’t realized. I mean, I knew of Lord van Zieks’ troubles with sleep, but that was something he’s always had even before my memories returned.”

“Yeah, but now yer joinin’ with him. Yer becoming as sour as the Reaper himself. It’s terrifyin’.”

“My… apologies,” Kazuma said weakly, knowing how useless it was.

“That ain’t the kind of thing I’m lookin’ for an apology for. ‘Oddo is countin’ on me to look after ye and he’s expectin’ for me to make a full report.”

“Ryunosuke is…? You shouldn’t have to… he…” Kazuma said, feeling overwhelmed by his friend’s knowledge. He didn’t wish for his friend to knowor to give him another matter to worry about. He began feeling slightly dizzy, placing his hand on a nearby wall to balance himself. “Why’d you tell him?”

“Look at yerself! Yer becoming sour yerself! I’m no fool!” Gina cried out, groaning as she grabbed hold of Kazuma’s shoulders, watching the dark bags under his eyes. “I ain’t never asked for you to look like this, Kaz. Ye need to stop whatever it is keepin’ you up like a night owl.”

“I can’t! You don’t understand.”

“Yer havin’ nightmares, right?”

Kazuma sighed. Was it truly that obvious? Gina’s eyes were full of conviction, saying, “I’m no fool. Ye don’t think I never had night terrors when I was livin’ in the slums? Terrified of what could creep up, while I was sleepin’? The streets are dangerous. Sometimes, it can get bloody and make ye do things you regret in life.”

“Bloody, heh?”

“How many times have ye dreamt of sheddin’ blood?”

“… more than I care to admit, I’m afraid,” Kazuma muttered, hollow eyes looking at Gina’s, who were filled with sympathy. It was only now that he realized why she never made mention of what he almost did to her boss. She could see he was already suffering from it. “What did you do?”

“…. bein’ with Iris helped somewhat… though, I had to start with forgivin’ myself. I did a lot of stupid stuff.”

“I suppose that makes the both of us.”

“It makes all of us. Wot matters is if we’re willin’ to learn and change. I’d like to keep my scars and learn from 'em. Wouldn’t you?” Gina asked, looking straight at Kazuma, who smiled bitterly.

“Indeed,” Kazuma replied as Gina backed away slightly, then she reached into her pocket. She pulled out what looked to be the tip of a small blade. Was that…? She placed it carefully into his gloved hands so she wouldn’t cut herself.

“Took a hell of a lot to get that blasted thing out. Remember wot you did, but don’t let it eat ye up. Yer stronger than that, Kaz! Unlike the other lot at the Prosecutor’s office, you’ve been to the slums like me when ye didn’t have a name to yerself.”

“… you’ve never once showed anger towards me, after…”

“Yeah, and…? Ye think yer the only one that held a weapon to a cove’s head? I held a gun to a pawn brokeh and that same gun was in me hands when he was shot dead.”

So, Gina understood Kazuma more than she appeared to. Kazuma glanced away, admitting, “I wanted to kill him. I could have.” Gina nodded, listening. “I can’t stop thinking about it and, when I do, I only burden my lord even more.”

“I’m assumin’ ye also help him when he gets his nightmares?”

“Yes?”

“Is it a burden to ye to help him?”

“Absolutely not! He’s my lord! I will help him with anything so long as he’s better!”

“Then, there ye have it! Yer his student and he’s willin’ to help ye no matter wot it is. It’s no different with yer friends and Mr. Sholmes or meself. We want to help.”

“Thank you. I’ll… I’ll see to it that I write to Ryunosuke and… perhaps talk to Mr. Sholmes.”

“Ye better. I ain’t babysittin’ ye!”

“Indeed,” Kazuma nodded, smiling as he felt some weight lifted off his chest. He took the tip end of Karuma and stuffed it in his pocket. Perhaps, he should keep it safe somewhere so that he may remember what he almost did. He looked up at Gina. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to be so…”

“… make no mistake, I don’t trust ye temper with a ten-foot pole, but I ain’t gonna kick ye whilst yer down. It don’t take no genius to see it’s botherin’ ye. I’ve had people in the slums rob and kick me for robbin’ them. Not that I didn’t deserve it, I did, but it trapped me in the slums all the more. That ain’t the person I am. I’m no coward. If I’m gonna kick someone, it’s gonna be when he ain’t bleedin’,” Gina said, crossing her arms and smirking.

“I couldn’t agree. I’m sure Detective Gregson would be very proud of you. I hope to someday repay you.”

“Start by gettin’ better, alright? I’d like to actually give ye a good slappin’ fer puttin’ a blade to the boss’ neck.”

“Right. I suppose that’s fair. I’ll see to it thatI do,” Kazuma promised, shaking Gina’s hand, before returning to work.

Talking with Gina didn’t stop the nightmares, but it did help with some unloading. He wondered how long that relief would last before the nightly terrors would consume him whole. They never seemed to end. They certainly didn’t for Barok. He said that the hardest part was allowing his loved ones and those he called friends into his life. Kazuma was a natural social bird, but he could understand what Barok meant. Getting back to that habit of hanging out with friends as he did at Yumei University was easier said than done.

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He did pay Herlock Sholmes and Iris a visit for tea. They were the closest people he considered friends or friends of the family. While he couldn’t say he forgave Herlock Sholmes for faking his death and making his best friend believe he was dead for an entire year, he knew the detective only meant to protect him. Besides, to say that Kazuma had never intentionally hidden things from his friends and family for the sake of justice or protecting a loved one would be one of his greatest lies. In the end, Kazuma knew his nightly terrors wouldn’t exist, had he told Dr. Mikotoba about the Assassination Contract before setting off to London. While he might’ve been forced to delay his trip to London, at least he’d have someone that’d protect him. The more Kazuma thought about it, the more he was beginning to question if all the sneaking around truly was worth proving his father’s innocence.

Iris had made some of her homemade blend of tea with banana pudding. It was very moist and went well with the tea. With some convincing, Kazuma was able to talkBarok into joining him with the “don’t you want to visit your niece?” talk. Barok mostly stayed quiet, not wishing to make conversation. However, that didn’t stop Iris from starting it.

“How was the pudding?” Iris asked.

“Good. One of the best foods I’ve tasted here,” Kazuma complimented.

“I’m so happy! I wasn’t sure if you or Berry would like it. Though, Runo says you like fruits and sockera, whatever that means.”

“Sakura, also known as Cherry Blossoms here,” Barok mentioned. “It has a subtle taste of cherries with a more flowery taste to it. Good for making tea, or so I’ve heard.”

“Oh! That sounds delicious. I wish we had some here,” Iris grinned adorably.

“….”

“I’m sure you’ll get to taste its flavor when Mr. Sholmes takes you to visit Ryunosuke in Japan,” Kazuma said.

“Oooooh, that would be wonderful!” Iris grinned.

“Toput ina word for Yujin, how have you both been faring?” Herlock asked.

“We’ve been faring well, I suppose,” Barok replied.

“Hm… I see. Though, Mr. Asogi here seems to have darkened his eyes a bit. I hope it isn’t from your stormyeyes.” Herlock teased as Barok closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

“I’ve grown used to it,” Kazuma replied, feeling unsure whether or not he should mention his nightmares. Knowing the detective, he likely had already made his deductions and knew.

“Hm…”

“Mickey writes to Daddy. He’s worried about you,” Iris said.

“Dr. Mikotoba?” Kazuma asked.

“Yes. He and Runo. We know you haven’t been sleeping well. Even Ginny tells me she can see it in you and Berry.”

“Yes,she said as much earlier.”

“The Inspector is taking notice?” Barok asked with his arms crossed. “At least I can trust her skills on the job.”

“You don’t have to be the greatest detective to make impressive deductions,” Herlock mentioned. “Even Mr. Naruhodo is getting better on his own just by the letters he receives from Mr. Asogi.”

“He never wrote to me, but I suppose he’s always been a stickler for etiquette,” Kazuma said, looking away.

“Is there perhaps a reason you are not making mention of your troubles?” Herlock asked, his expression seeming more concerned.

“…”

“I’d assume you’ve already used your deduction skills to figure out the reason yourself,” Barok stated factually.

“Ah, but sometimes the person in question must admit it with their own lips,” Herlock pointed out. “Being able to work your way up through brains and skills is fun and sends you on great adventures, but sometimes… it comes at a cost.”

“Could you tell me what you mean by that, Detective?” Kazuma asked.

“Most certainly. Iris, do you know what reason specifically Dear Mikotoba wrote all those journals you see in that trunk?”

“Oh, to keep a record of his adventures with you?” Iris asked, grinning excitedly.

“That’spart of the reason, but not in full. I’m sure, if that were the case, he’d have specified his name, the name of his wife and that Mrs. Mary Wilson was not his lover. He’d also have made mention of all the times he met with Dr. Wilson, Mr. Asogi’s father, Mr. Jigoku and even young Barok, whom he met with often.”

“Oh yes, I did wonder about that. It would’ve saved me a lot of confusion. So… what was the reason?”

“To cope with his nightly terrors that came with his adventures with me, unfortunately,” Herlock revealed, showing a very grave expression.

“Mickey… had nightmares? … How terrifying. I never would have realized.”

“Dr. Mikotoba had nightmares?” Kazuma asked, dumbfounded.

“Very much so. Most of them were out of guilt. Many of those that were mentioned in his journals were those involved with our adventures. I was also dealing with my issues of isolating all my loved ones at the time, never telling them of my adventures. He involved everyone I loved, including my brother, Mycroft.”

“He was concerned for you,” Kazuma said. Though the more he thought about it, it made sense now why Herlock’s brother was hardly mentioned in his books.

“Unfortunately, many of them ended up scarred themselves, my brother especially. I think the worst of it was the James Moriarty Incident. At the time, I was at my worst. I faked my death and, as a result, I placed my dearest friend in the worst state of his life. I didn’t think he’d ever recover. When I told Mr. Naruhodo that I did not predict any of the events that followed your supposed death, I meant it. I feared that I had damaged Mr. Naruhodo in the same way I damaged my Dear Mikotoba. It’s why I made sure he was housed with me at all times until news came about of finding you.”

“… you really were trying to fix your mistake in your own way, weren’t you?”

“My dear fellow, I cannot tell you how sorry I am for what I put your friend through. I promised myself I would never do something to that level again, yet… there I was. It’s amazing how extreme situations can reveal the worst parts of yourself you wish to forget. No matter how hard I try to fix it, I just cannot… not entirely at least,” Herlock admitted.

“… Do you perhaps blame yourself for any of the mistakes you’ve made during your escapades?” Barok asked, his voice laced with sympathy.

“More than I care to admit. My adventures never come without consequences. Lives were taken, scars were made, people I loved were hurt and I find myself wondering if it had been better had I not involved myself. Yet, I find myself putting on my coat and hat, doing what I always do, but always take the pains and scars to heart. I can truly say I am not the same man I was in those stories,” Herlock stated happily. “There’s a reason I mention those stormy eyes, Mr. van Zieks. I’m sure you know why.”

“Hm?” Kazuma hummed, looking over at Barok.

“The Detective here also was stoic and cold before adopting Iris,” Barok stated, closing his eyes. “He was the more serious one, whereas Dr. Mikotoba was more like your Nipponese friend. I’m sure Miss Wilson picked that up from the Doctor’s notes.”

“Oh yes! That’s why I always have Daddy act more like the serious straight man in the stories. He was always focused on his work. Never playing around. Daddy has truly changed from that, though he never says how.”

“It’s hard to say, but I’d say that you have given me the joy I had been missing in my life, Iris,” Herlock admitted, putting a pipe to his mouth.

“I have? Oh, Daddy,” Iris responded, her eyes glittering.

“I have one question, Mr. Sholmes,” Kazuma said.

“And, what would that be, Mr. Asogi?” Herlock asked.

“Have… you ever found yourself so close to… almost… killing a man?”

“… one time… That was the time I had faked my death. Perhaps, it’s ironic it’s the most popular of my adventures Iris has written about me. Seeing it again in writing is one to keep with me for the rest of my days, lest I find myself repeating it.”

“Never knew you had a demon inside you, Detective,” Kazuma said, smirkingbitterly.

“All of us do, Mr. Asogi. It’s only a matter of how far a man can be pushed and how strong his will is to control that part of himself. Self-control is truly a man’s greatest strength. Acceptance and learning from it is another kind of self-control. Not to say you shall always succeed, but it makes it quite easier as time goes on. No one is without their demons, after all.”

“I’ll bear in mind to remember that, as will Lord van Zieks, I’m sure,” Kazuma promised, looking over at his mentor.

“This tea time was… enlightening. I had wondered why you became such a buffoon after my brother’s death. It seems I had missed the forest for thetrees,” Barok said.

“I have faith you both will do fine. Having another to love and look after can change you in ways you’ve never expected. It may take some time, but it will happen. Watching them smile for you is worth the change in the end,” Herlock grinned as Barok smiled slightly.

“I truly do apologize for giving you and Dr. Mikotoba such worry and for reminding you of what you’d consider the worst time of your life,” Kazuma apologized, giving a bow.

“No need to. Even this great detective needs a daily reminder of his shortcomings. It’s why I let young Iris write the stories of my adventures. They perhaps might be a joy to some readers, but they are a constant reminder to me of what I once was. It’s… hard to recognize myself as someone that could be so joyless… so serious all the time… never once spending time with those that matter. Right now, there are those I can’t afford to lose, and thus I cannot afford to allow them to show the same stormy eyes I once had,” Herlock assured, showing a genuine smile and turning his eyes to Iris, who smiled brightly.

It seemed that Herlock was much wiser than he came across. His smile, optimism and spirit were his way of bringing joy to those he loved, so they wouldn’t have to suffer as he had. Perhaps he and Kazuma weretruly not so different. It seemed as though Barok was beginning to think the same way. Kazuma never knew Dr. Mikotoba went through the same kind of mourning that Ryunosuke had for him. There truly is nothing more painful than believing that your dearest and closest friend is dead. Would Dr. Mikotoba even talk about that? Did that incident bring tension to his relationship with Herlock?

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Kazuma would take time to visit Herlock Sholmes at Baker Street, if only because it made him feel safe and happy. Barok, of course, would join in, if only to see the only piece left from Klint. Much to Kazuma’s surprise, Dr. Mikotoba came to visit Herlock not too long after their conversation had ended. Kazuma was thrilled and joyful to see his guardian again.

“I didn’t expect you to come to visit this soon,” Kazuma said happily, taking a bow.

“It’s good to see you too. Herlock has written to me about you and I thought I’d drop by,” Dr. Mikotoba replied, showing his usual, caring smile with a tiny bit of concern behind his eyes. Kazuma began to wonder if Herlock hadmentioned to him about the nightmares.

“Of course! You know all of you are welcome here at any time,” Herlock grinned.

“It’s good to see you, Mickey,” Iris grinned.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring Ryunosuke and Susato. How are they faring?” Kazuma asked.

“They’re faring well. They always are concerned for you since you’re out here on your own.”

“They’ll be grateful to know that I’m not, in fact, alone. Lord van Zieks has done well in caring for me.”

“So, I can see. How is he faring?”

“Physically, he’s doing well,” Kazuma replied honestly as Dr. Mikotoba nodded solemnly.

Herlock and Iris had used the time to leave, to give Kazuma and Dr. Mikotoba some privacy. “Mr. Sholmes has told me you’ve been having trouble with nightmares,” Dr. Mikotoba said. “Am I to assume that is your only issue or is there more?”

Kazuma sighed, looking off to the side. He replied, “in all honesty, I don’t know. I almost killed a man, Doctor. What am I supposed to think or feel?”

“… I fear you may be unintentionally hurting yourself. Even if you never followed through with it, just having had the thought of taking a life can result in destroying yourself. I hope you know that none of us hate you or think of you negatively.”

“I know, but even so, it’s hard to ignore the thoughts I have in my head. At times, I don’t feel worthy of the nameAsogi. I soiled it.”

“No, you didn’t. If your father were here, he’d love you just the same. Even he is not without his own faults, you know. No one is.”

“Doctor, how could you go through another adventure with Mr. Sholmes, knowing it was damaging your health? Mr. Sholmes… he told me…” Kazuma asked, looking away as he mentioned the last part.

“… I was concerned for him just as much as I’m concerned for you. I could see his escapades were hurting him. He was avoiding his family, distancing himself from social groups and he often came off very cold. I knew he wasn’t as cold as people made him out to be. I had hoped joining him would encourage him to go out more and heal him, but he wasn’t willing to heal himself. No one can be truly healed if they don’t wish to be cured, but I was a doctor and a stubborn one too. In the end, I ended up damaging my health with no one to blame but myself.”

“Mr. Sholmes said he faked his death and that it broke you.”

Dr. Mikotoba turned his head shamefully, replying, “that was the last straw for me. I couldn’t take another adventure with him, so I left Baker Street and spent my days with the Wilson’s. That was never mentioned in the notes. Many days had gone missing from that story. Mr. Sholmes did apologize to me, but it came to me that I could not help him if he wasn’t willing to get better. After about a few months, Mr. Sholmes came to me and finally opened up to me about his troubles, admitting to having almost murdered a man. It wasn’t until I left that he realized he truly wasn’t well and felt responsible for having broken me.

“We would have other adventures after that, but he did allow me and his loved ones to help him. It’s a miracle how much he’s improved since then. It doesn’t take much to see that he’s much more open and full of spirit, but that didn’t come without trial and error. These things take time.”

“… I hope I don’t come off cold.”

“Oh no, you’re a far cry from what Mr. Sholmes used to be. If anything, I worry more about you trying to help Lord van Zieks. I know how much that man means to you and I don’t want you to believe you’re fully responsible for his health.”

“That’s… we both are dealing with the same issues. We’re helping each other cope. I feel he understands what’s going on with me.”

“I’m sure he does, but you mustn’t neglect your health. I also had nightmares from my adventures with Mr. Sholmes. I neglected my wife and my child. Thankfully, Susato has forgiven me, but the damage was already done. I don’t wish for you to make the same mistake I did.”

“I just wish these nightmares would end,” Kazuma muttered quietly as Dr. Mikotoba patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

“You can always move to Baker Street or else back to Japan if you feel staying here is hurting you in any way.”

“What about Lord van Zieks? He’s…”

“I’m sure he’d wish for you to be well, even if it means leaving you.”

“But, he won’t be well. He’ll only distancehimself from his loved ones more.”

“Do you feel you’re the only one that can make him better?”

“….”

“Kazuma, don’t. You’re not responsible for what your lord does. Whether he improves or self-deprecates is not your responsibility. If you keep pushing yourself to care for the man, you’ll only destroy yourself. Think about your health. You’re not well yourself.”

“….”

“I will give you some space, but please think about what I said.”

Kazuma nodded, then sighed as he looked at his hands. He didn’t wish to leave Barok. Even if Dr. Mikotoba was right about him not being responsible for his lord’s actions, Kazuma still felt the need to care for him. Barok was someone Kazuma would give his life for. He couldn’t leave that man for the life of him. He was to serve his lord no matter what. Not to mention… Kazuma was deeply in love with Barok. He couldn’t be certain that he could spend another day not being in his Lord van Zieks’ arms.

********

That night, Kazuma was woken up by some creaks from the bed. He could hear some moaning from Barok. He knew it was another nightmare. Kazuma turned his body to face his lord who was trembling, his lips drawing a thin line as sweat was beading from his face. Kazuma gently snaked his arms around his mentor, resting his head on that broad shoulder.

“I’m here, my lord,” Kazuma whispered. He could feel Barok’s strong hands latching onto him for dear life, some heartbreaking sobbing escaping his lips. He wished in his heart that these nightmares would go away. He wished he could feel confident enough to focus on his health without worrying about Barok’s. What if he left this household and Barok’s health began to deteriorate? Unlike Herlock, Barok truly was trying to get better. Kazuma couldn’t hold back a sob as he said, “I love you.”

Just then, Barok’s hold loosened and his body stilled. Kazuma could feel his mentor’s heartbeat and breath slowing to a steady pace. From this moment, Kazuma began thinking of his father who always wrote to him while he was away. He wrote to his mother as well who was filled with joy whenever she received a letter from him. Did they not love each other just as much? Did his mother also not have times of sickness while his father was away, yet he never came back? Kazuma couldn’t say his father never loved his mother even though he never returned the moment she was sick. If anything, perhaps one’s strength could also be tested by how much faith they havein theirmate and loved ones to always care for them. Barok would never be truly alone no matter where Kazuma went in life.

That thought was enough to put Kazuma intoa dreamless sleep. He’d wake up for a moment with the feel of Barok’s touch on his face and a kiss on his temple before removing himself from bed. Thankfully, it was the weekend, meaning that the Prosecutor’s offices were closed. He slept for a bit before waking up, putting on his yukata before making his way downstairs. Barok was found in the living room by the fireplace where he was sipping tea while reading a book.

Kazuma watched Barok, contemplating if leaving him would be the best thing for the both of them. Of course, it was always his intention to eventually leave for Japan once his training was complete. But, right now, their mental health was on the line. There was also the second option that Kazuma didn’t wish to tread on unless Barok was okay with the idea.

“Good morning,” Kazuma greeted, coming down the steps. He could hear his mentor humming in response. He approached Barok, making himself comfortable on his lap, then resting his head on that broad chest. He could feel a pair of lips press on his head, making him smile slightly. “How are you faring?”

“Well, I suppose. I wasn’t woken up in the middle of the night, but I did have a nightmare.”

“I noticed. I wish there was a way to make these go away,” Kazuma muttered, sighing as his fingers curled around Barok’s robe.

“… when I first started, I had attempted to move to Germany,” Barok mentioned as Kazuma looked up. “It worked for a little while. Without the memories of my brother, my nightmares had subsided.”

“Do you think… we should separate ourselves from London, if only for a little while?”

“…. what are you suggesting?”

“Dr. Mikotoba came to visit. He… told me that I should move in with Mr. Sholmes or return home if it will help me get better.”

“Hm…”

“But… I don’t wish to leave you too, my Lord.”

It is the day before the second day of the trial of Barok van Zieks. Yet, Kazuma is grieving. Not just for his father, but for the man he came to love and trust that he now must Prosecute as a murderer. What could be worse, losing your mentor through death or betrayal?

It had been a long day, a long trial. Kazuma was super focused on his mission to take down the Reaper once and for all, to avenge his father. This time, he wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way. Not Ryunosuke and not his personal feelings.

Kazuma would be lying if he said he didn’t have the slightest bit of hope that he was wrong. However, the evidence was there, especially from the confrontation with the victim before his murder. There’s no way it could’ve been anyone else. True, it’s possible that Lord van Zieks didn’t kill Gregson, especially if Ryunosuke was right about the murder taking place the day before. However, that man still needed to answer for the forgery on the Autopsy Report of Klint van Zieks.

A drop of liquid hit the corner of the paperwork Kazuma was currently writing on. Thankfully, it didn’t smudge the ink. He looked up at the ceiling. Surely, there was no leak and it wasn’t raining outside. It was then that he felt something on his cheeks… tears. Carefully, Kazuma placed his quill inside its holder before cleaning off his fingers from the ink. He needed to calm down before continuing his work. Hopefully, no one would be visiting him today. He’d already had Ryunosuke pay him a visit and he was certain Lord Stronghart wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with him at the moment.

Taking deep breaths, Kazuma began the process of ridding his emotions and griefs from himself. He could begin his grieving at a later time. Right now wasn’t the time. He was to prosecute Barok van Zieks. Whatever they had before shouldn’t cloud his mind. Yet, more tears began pouring from his eyes. He’d always had someone to go to before. Even when he was without memories, he had his mentor… his lord.

“‘EY!” Kazuma gasped at the screeching of that familiar voice from another grieving student. One that had been insistent on taking on this case from day 1. She burst through the door of the office. Thankfully, Kazuma’s desk was faced away from the door, so the Inspector couldn’t see the shameful tears on his face. “They ‘ave the nerve to say I can’ for the life of me see wot’s wot in the boss’ handbook! I wos the one who found it!”

Kazuma cleared his throat, putting his hand to the lower part of his face to make it seem like he was covering his mouth while using his fingers to dry his tears. He turned his head, ensuring his face was deadpan to not show the grief he felt moments ago.

“Inspector Lestrade, rest assured, you’ll have your chance to speak for your boss. He is the victim, after all.”

“You bet right he is!” Gina stated proudly. Kazuma took another deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

“In the meantime, I need you to continue the investigation. I need to focus on my duties.”

“… yeah, I get it. You got your prosecutin’ yer doin,” Gina replied, this time in a much gentler tone. She squeezed the strap of the bag she carried with her. “Er… ye can try talkin’ to me if ya need someone to talk to… get it off yer chest. I won’t blab aboot it.”

Kazuma almost sighed. So, Gina took notice of his grief. Was it really so obvious that anyone from the slums could notice it? Then again, she’d always proved herself to be brighter than she came across and it wasn’t as if Kazuma had anyone else. Ryunosuke was his opponent and his mentor was the defendant that he couldn’t be sure if he could trust or not. It was far too conflicting for him to open upto either of them. They’d either tell him he was wrong or else he’d end up saying something he’d regret later on.

Nodding, Kazuma got up, then closed the door to the office. It was quiet, aside from the bats and the wind outside. It was hard to know where to start. He bit his lip, closing his eyes.

“It’s hard for ye too, isn’t it? Perhaps it ain’t the same, but… you lost yer boss too… and he could be…” Gina said, trying not to step on any toes before Kazuma finished.

“The Reaper,” Kazuma finished with his voice now deep and hoarse.

“Yes.”

“How does it make you feel… knowing that your boss… was responsible for the deaths of so many? The evidence is right there. You can’t deny it.”

“… I don’t know, but… I want to believe in the boss. He took me out of the slums and…”

“He gave you a better life when you had none.”

“Yes!” Gina wept, tears rolling down her eyes as Kazuma turned, showing his own tears. Both of them were in deep grief. They held each other tightly. “You loved him too, didn’t ye? Yer boss, I mean.”

“Immensely,” Kazuma admitted, hisvoice so broken. “I had no memory, no name to me. I was broken… homeless… nothing. He took me in, saw my potential, saw me as a person, gave me something to pursue. If I’m right, if… if he’s the Reaper… if he sent my father to the gallows… I can’t forgive him, but I don’t know what I’m going to do!”

“I could see it. You asked 'Oddo to defend your boss, because you want to be wrong. If there’s anyone that can prove you wrong, it’s 'im,” Gina said, crying on Kazuma’s shoulder. “I can’t stand the thought of the boss… He saved me. I-If he wos workin’ for the Reaper to kill all those coves, then I… I was Prosecuted by the Reaper god damnit!”

“Y-You were?” Kazuma asked as Gina nodded helplessly.

“Th-That’s why… I can’t believe he’d… then I’d have to believe he only took me in to… f-f-finish the job. There’s… no other way,” Gina sobbed, her body shaking.

All the grief Kazuma carried before felt somehow lighter. It wasn’t just him. Gina was suffering too. To add insult to injury, Tobias Gregson was dead, so she couldn’t question him. Kazuma could at least put his boss on trial and question him. Gina couldn’t be given that chance. Had the victim been Lord van Zieks, that mourning badge would be on Kazuma’s arm as well. He loved Barok van Zieks, even if he was responsible for sending his father to the gallows.

“Gina, what if Gregson was alive?” Kazuma asked gently.

“A-Alive?”

“What if… hypothetically, it was Tobias Gregson on trial for a murder committed by the Reaper and he was under suspicion for being the Reaper with all the evidence pointing to him? What would you do?”

“Wot would I be doin’? I’d be grillin’ him, that’s wot!” Gina stated, separating herself and showing fire in her eyes. “I’d be marchin’ in that cell of his and askin’ him wot’s wot! Give him a piece of my mind, I would!”

“But, you said you love him, that you believe in him.”

“Yes, but someone has to. It ain’t like he can defend himself, now that he’s gone,” Gina said, her face glancing away. “If no one, it has to be me. Would ye do the same, if yer boss was dead?”

“… yeah, I would and, if I were still a Defense Attorney, I’d be damned if I didn’t represent that man. He’s done so much for me not to,” Kazuma said, glancing out the window. “But, you’re right. I should be questioning the bloody hell out of him. I’m a Prosecutor now! It’s my job to question the defendant’s guilt if there’s evidence against him.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

“Eh, don’t mention it. Lord knows we both need someone to cry to.”

“Indeed,” Kazuma agreed. His smile then became a frown. “Before I go, there’s something I need to confess and I’ll give you the liberty to grill me for it.” He took his sword Karuma from his belt, knowing what the tip of it would prove.

“Wot!? You….!” Gina gasped, her surprise slowly boiling to anger before raising her hand against his cheek.

********

Kazuma felt a sense of bittersweetness talking with Gina. She may not have seemed like an experienced detective, but she always came through. He’d have to remember to have her around more often. There was that grilling Gina did to him for what he did during his last encounter with Gregson, but not something undeserved. It would definitely take some time for any forgiveness to follow, but Kazuma needed someone to ensure that he didn’t hide anything else. After all, Lord Stronghart was going to be the Judge for the upcoming trial.

In the meantime, Kazuma needed to confront the man that was the source of his pain. Unlike Gina, his mentor was still alive and didn’t need someone to defend his honor. That was something Kazuma could not take for granted. No matter what Lord van Zieks had done, he could never hate the man. He loved and respected his lord just as much as Gina did Tobias Gregson. The difference between them was that Tobias Gregson was dead. He had no one to defend him, but Gina Lestrade. At the very least, Kazuma’s lord was alive with a lawyer willing to defend his honor. He didn’t need to carry this burden of never knowing.

Inside the dark, cold, lowly cell of the prison, Kazuma could see his mentor reading over a book. Even in prison, his demeanor was as calm as ever. It made Kazuma wonder what he’d think of his lord, had that accident on the ship never occurred. What if he’d never lost his memories that day? What if he’d continued on the World Tour? There was the assassination he was expected to follow, but how would he see this man he respected so much? Would he still hold the same respect? Would he think of him as an enemy? Would Kazuma truly hate him?

A part of Kazuma wished he could hate this man, but the thought of it hurt. This man saved his life. He was an illegal entry, no doubt the aristocrat knew he was from Japan, considering what inspired the design of the tailored suit he wore. Despite all of his hatred for his people, this aristocrat still took him in, treated him kindly, trained him in prosecution and gave him a place to lodge without anything in return. The idea that Kazuma had to prosecute this man made him sick to his stomach.

********

Barok had been sitting in this lowly cell for perhaps a day or two, though it felt like forever. He would often distract himself by reading. It would either be reading letters from old friends or else any books his colleagues were kind enough to provide him. The food provided here was much to be desired, but thankfully his Nipponese lawyer was kind enough to provide him meals. Had he done this with all of his clients? Just that thought alone made him feel at ease. Most lawyers he knew never thought about small things like these.

According to Ryunosuke, he once was arrested for the murder of an Englishman in his own country, who was a well-known professor at his university, then tried by the Supreme Court of Justice. The prisons there were much harsher and he was treated unkindly. Unfortunately, food was never provided, unless it was from family or friends. He said that the one that brought him any food was Kazuma Asogi, who had originally intended on taking up his defense.

Kazuma… the same man who had been under his tutelage for these past few months, brought to him by Lord Stronghart while he was an amnesiac. He was Nipponese; Barok had taken notice of this based on this man’s mannerisms and habits. Everything from the way he sat on the floor of the office, choosing to sleep on the floor on a mat, the way he fought with a sword andthe way he cooked. All of these were bleeding of Nipponese that Barok was all too familiar with. Yet, he took pity on the man, who was lost with no memory, home or anywhere to go. No matter how much he hated the Nipponese, he couldn’t allow this man to suffer when he held so much potential, proven by how inept he was in the English language and in British Law.

How ironic was it that this man would turn out to be the son of the man that killed his brother ten years ago and perhaps countlesslives? Yet, despite this, Barok couldn’t find it in himself to hate him.  This man was his bright young student, always willing to learn, a good listener, very respectful and… surprisingly kind. Even with the ban on his speech, he never ceased to help out Barok and others in any way he could. He’d clean up the office without being asked to, finish any paperwork Barok was too tired to finish, cook their meals without being asked and would listen to all of Barok’s ramblings. Barok knew deep inside that he had grown soft for the man and, even now, could not stop admiring his work, regardless if it was as a Prosecutor in his own trial.

There were most certainly issues Kazuma needed to work on, but his overall conduct was brilliant.He had so many grievances and hurt from this trial and everything involving the Reaper, yet never strayed away from the truth. As a former Defense Lawyer, he was able to predict Ryunosuke’s moves, which made it difficult for the Nipponese Lawyer. Yet, it was clear these two worked together very well. It almost made Barok envy how well these two Nipponese lawyers worked together. Usually, Ryunosuke would look like a deer in headlights during his every trial against Barok, but he seemed much more confident against Kazuma.

In truth, Barok didn’t know what he expected from the man he knew was the son of the mass murderer. He kept him around for this past week, even after knowing his identity. It was clear Kazuma held so much grief and hatred against him, so why did Barok keep him? Why allow this man to continue to enter into his household, sleep in the guestroom as usual, eat the food provided, come to the office during the same time as usual or be given the pleasure of seeing him every moment of the day? Barok knew why. No matter what grievance this man had, what hatred he may’ve held, Barok couldn’t allow this man to suffer more than he already had. He didn’t have the heart to throw this man away no matter what tensions arose between the two.

Footsteps were heard making their way to his cell. Barok expected that it likely was either Ryunosuke or a colleague of his providing more books or food. What he didn’t expect was the man prosecuting his case. Not to say Prosecutors weren’t allowed to pay a visit to the defendant, but usually they were related to questioning. As far as Barok could recall, there wasn’t anything else he could say, apart from what he had already testified in court this morning. He continued reading.

There was an awkward silence before Kazuma spoke, “I’ll stay here all day if you need me to.” Even now, he was speaking to Barok as if he was still the apprentice.

“I was hoping you’d leave,” Barok replied without emotion, saving his spot, then closing the book. He stood up, approaching the bars. “What do you want?”

“Let’s start from the beginning,” Kazuma began, taking a deep breath. It was clear he was calming himself from the whirlpool of emotions filling his chest. “You say that the Professor was caught and executed, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Then, afterward, the Reaper shows himself, including his killing spree.”

“… that’s the long and short of it.”

“So, what makes you think the Professor is truly gone?”

Barok was completely lost, asking, “pardon?” Where was Kazuma going with this?

“Think of it this way: you have two killers hellbent on punishing those that abuse the system to get away with crimes. Both do it for the sake of justice and seem to work in the same manner. If there are any differences, it’s the mascot presumably doing the killings and the category of people they target. Anything else is the same: motivations, types of people they kill, the blueprints of how it’s done, right down to the idea that the killings couldn’t be done alone unless it was organized somehow.”

Barok found himself blinking, both impressed and horrified. Kazuma was truly as ingenious as his father. It was true that Genshin had once mentioned the Professor likely working with others or in a group, but it was only now that the idea was brought back. Now, that he began thinking, was it possible that those that were working with the Professor were now working for the Reaper? Even so…

“That proves nothing. Only that those working for the Professor just simply switched bosses.”

“Or perhaps the boss never left,” Kazuma said, keeping his ground. He placed his forefingers to his forehead. “Make no mistake, I’m certain someone working for the Professor died, perhaps the Tactician like Tobias Gregson, though it was not my father and the tactician of the Professor was most certainly not the one in charge. He just simply changed his tacticians and targets to keep himself hidden.”

“… why are you telling me this?”

“If you are the Reaper, then this should be common knowledge to you, is it not?”

“If interrogation is what you were going for, I’d think Scotland Yard had done better,” Barok said, tempted to shake his head.

“Yet, the same trial of the Professor has started once more. If you are not the Reaper, why didn’t you stop the man impersonating you or your brother’s ghost!?”

“You…” Barok glared warningly.

“You did NOTHING! You just stood there and allowed that name to soil you in the blood of those you crucified in court!”

“Don’t…”

“Then, after five years, you up and QUIT! With all the ridicule, all those that ambushed you, you never once defended your honor, the honor you carry with the name van Zieks! I am here fighting for my father’s honor, while you sit there not fighting for yours or your brother’s!”

“Don’t you dare involve Klint in this, Asogi!”

“But, if you were the Reaper, then you have already soiled your honor with the blood of its victims. Some consider it the ghost of your brother.”

“I KNOW THAT! Do you believe I haven’t defended my brother’s honor for that!”

“Then, why haven’t you defended yourself until now?”

Barok had no answer to that, other than it did lower the crime rate. That’s what Lord Stronghart had told him anyways and he was right. He turned his eyes away from Kazuma shamefully.

“No answer? So, you will allow your name to be dragged through the mud? You won’t even put in the smallest amount of effort to defend yourself!?” Kazuma shouted, banging his fists on the iron bars, which made a horrid loud sound. He closed his eyes. “Now, I know why you refused Ryunosuke’s service at first, you selfish coward.”

“I thought you wanted to drag me through the mud. Isn’t that why you’re prosecuting me?”

“I’m prosecuting you, so I can know if you truly are the Reaper! If any other Prosecutor were to take your case, you’d either be labeled innocent or guilty without question. I’ve been having to ignore all of Lord Stronghart’s orders to keep this trial going, because unlike the Prosecution’s Office and all of Scotland Yard, Gina and I care about the TRUTH! If my lord is the Reaper, I want to know the truth, the full truth! If I have to drag you through the mud and back to find it, I will.”

It was then that Barok began to notice tears pouring from Kazuma’s cheeks. It was hurting him, the both of them. Kazuma sniffed, finally saying, “I love you. I’m angry, I’m hurt, I’ve perhaps been betrayed in one of the worst ways, but I love you. It’s been my duty to serve and honor you. I…” His hands gripped the bars, trembling.

Even with his voice back, Barok could see that expression, the way Kazuma postured himself. He couldn’t ignore this. His student always looked like this when he was scared, helpless. Through the iron bars, he gently wrapped his arms around Kazuma, who buried his face in Barok’s chest. Taking his glove off, Barok gently combed through Kazuma’s chopped hair. It felt smooth and silky. He wondered what Kazuma would look like, if he grew his hair a little longer, perhaps braided or tied it. He could certainly pull it off.

Is it ironic that Barok, the man who hated all Nipponese, found himself fond of and loving one of them, who also happened to be the son of the man that killed his brother? What a cruel irony. Perhaps it was fate.

“I love you too. Your horrid image of me doesn’t change that,” Barok replied to Kazuma in a quiet, fond voice.

“In what way?” Kazuma asked in a muffled hoarse voice before looking up towards Barok, his face having been buried in his chest.

“This,” Barok replied fondly, gently caressing Kazuma’s face. Kazuma exhaled, his face leaning toward that callused hand. He felt a lot of things, but for this moment, he didn’t mind.

“If you’re not the Reaper, then prove it,” Kazuma said. “Defend yourself in court. Gina already lost her boss. I can’t bear losing you.”

“Kazuma…” Barok muttered, feeling his heart shatter to pieces. He laid a kiss on Kazuma’s head lightly. “I promise.”

Perhaps this broke some sort of conflict of interest, but Kazuma shared a light kiss with Barok on his lips. It was short and brief, but it conveyed the emotions needed. Even in the darkest of moments with inflicted wounds, Kazuma and Barok found the smallest bit of hope and happiness shared between the two of them. No matter what either of them had done, they could always find that small bit of love blossoming between the two of them. It was that small bit of happiness that made Barok and Kazuma believe that things were going to be all right in the end.

Day 623 - Jan 3, 2022

Finished The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles the other day, and wow what a ride. Loved every second of it.

Also Gina Lestrade is the best.

[Image 1 description: A digital drawing of Susato Mikotoba, Herlock Sholmes, Iris Wilson, Yujin Mikotoba, and Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Starting from the very left is Susato Mikotoba shown from the waist up smiling and looking at the camera, a hairpin of her bunny mascot clipped in her hair. Beside and in front of Susato is Herlock Sholmes, his left arm is reaching back over his shoulder to hold Yujin Mikotoba’s hand. In Herlock’s hair is a hairpin of Iris Wilson’s mouse mascot. Behind Herlock and to his right is Yujin Mikotoba. He has his left hand resting on Herlock’s and his right arm reached around to rest on Iris Wilson’s shoulder. In Yujin’s hair is a hairpin of a grey bunny mascot made to resemble him. In front of Yujin, Iris Wilson is sitting with Wagahai in her lap looking up at her with a smile. In Iris’ hair is a hairpin of Herlock’s bunny mascot. All the way on the right end, behind everyone, Ryunosuke Naruhodo stands with the index finger of his right hand pointed up. In his hair is a hairpin of his mouse mascot. There is a white border around the image to resemble a photograph. In the top left corner is white text that reads: ‘The Legendary Family.’ In the bottom right corner is a signature that reads: ‘Zed Bear.’ End description]

[Image 2 description: A digital drawing of Kazuma Asogi. Kazuma is looking over his shoulder with a slight smile on his face and a hairpin of his masked cat mascot in his hair. To the right of Kazuma is Barok Van Zieks. Van Zieks is looking off to the right with a slight frown, a hairpin of his cat mascot in his hair. Between Kazuma and Van Zieks is a small Gina Lestrade. Gina is teary eyed and snot nosed, holding up a hairpin of her hedgehog mascot with the dialogue: ‘I love it, ‘s ‘mazin’.’ End description]

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ALT

ace attorney sprite redraw sketches!!

These are all so cute!! And they look like little water colors! 

I love how they are so well drawn that I instantly recognized every one of em, haha. The expressions from these games are so good and these are just even better. 

Ema and Gina! I love these two dearly