You Have No Idea
Title: You Have No Idea
Fandom: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Daryan Crescend/Pearl Fey
Rating: K+
Summary: He only accuses her because he's jealous of her.
Author's Notes: Written for prompt no 25--Fascinate--over at fanfic50. Also, I wrote this during school. Good job, BiO. Also, yes, I actually am writing for something other than AA that will be posted within the next few days.
"Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."
-Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 1943
Sometimes he just can't help but think that she's utterly unreal.
The bridge from childhood to adolescence was apparently a wide one, or maybe that's just her personality. It really shouldn't matter; he's not supposed to be paying attention in the first place, even if she makes a show out of doing this that and the other in the courthouse when they're waiting for that defense attorney to come out. But watching her fool around with that magician girl is like watching a couple of oblivious six year olds.
Just as well. Growing up wasn't all that great anyway. But it still grates on his nerves that she has no sense of shame.
She starts laughing at something the magician says, and the other girl proceeds to take her hand, leading her elsewhere, away from the courthouse, away from him.
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Contrary to what he might think, she notices.
Any other person may not feel it, but she has the gift of sensitivity, and she can feel when someone's eyes are on her, even if she can't see them. It's usually nothing more than a passing glance, usually when she and Trucy are making noise or being obnoxious. Trucy was pretty adamant about telling her who he was, and she almost expected her to know his name. But it didn't set off a single bell in her mind, and she had a pretty good memory.
She can't say for sure what he's probably thinking, but it most likely has something to do with the face that she acts like a little girl. The idea that a girl her age acting the way she does was nearly blasphemous in modern society. She's not self-conscious or anything; if she enjoys making a fool of herself, then she has every right to do so. She had been denied that right when it mattered most, and better late than never.
They're sitting in the defendant's lobby, talking about nothing in particular, waiting for Apollo and Klavier to finish doing something or other. The days of tagging along with Phoenix were starting to fade, the details becoming more and more blurry with each passing year. When they do come out, Trucy hops up and runs to join Apollo, motioning for her to come with them. Whenever her friend is with him, she tries to blend into the background, knowing that two Trucys would likely make Apollo's head explode. So she lets them bicker and fight like an old married couple.
"I'll be right there," she says, and Trucy shrugs her shoulders and continues to badger Apollo.
She frowns slightly once they leave and still sits there, thinking about a wide range of things, but she is avoiding the real problem that's bothering her.
She doesn't like it when he watches her.
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He's finally at the top of the courthouse steps for the third time that day, and he feels like hurting the next person he sees. He doesn't count on that person being her, and she opens the door, completely lost within her own thoughts, not even noticing him there. When she does sense that someone's there--please don't look up--she looks up, of course, and her frown deepens.
"Oh, you," she mutters, still attached to whatever she was dwelling on.
"Me?"
"Yes, you, I know you. You're the one that keeps watching me for no reason."
Well, shit, then, he thinks.
"Why are you so immature?"
She's distressed and doesn't have an answer readily available. It's a small wonder; when you're ambushed for something you believe to be completely harmless, it's hard not to react in a similar way.
"Is it bothering you?" she asks, completely honest and straight out serious.
He takes a step towards her, but she doesn't move. Maybe she can't. He doesn't care.
"Why can't you grow up?"
Her head tilts to the side, and she smiles very slowly, rendering him completely confused.
"Oh, I see." She's almost directly underneath him now, and he realizes that she's almost impossibly short for her age. "You know, Mr. Crescend, you're about as inconspicuous as I am. You have no idea who I am; if you get a hint, then maybe I'll tell you why. I'll see you around."
He watches her leave to join her friends, and he just can't decipher that girl.