How Secretive (2/?)
Title: How Secretive (2/?)
Fandom: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Matt Engarde/Maya Fey, many others
Summary: [see part one for AU summary] After stumbling upon Matt Engarde's rather unpleasant plans to kill a certain Juan Corrida, Maya's pretty much screwed. Literally.
Author's Notes: WHY DO I LIKE WRITING THIS SO MUCH.
Part One
Oh God, oh Jesus, she should not have interfered in business where she wasn't welcome, but it was too late to take anything back now.
She had to get herself out of his reach, and she managed to find the strength to pull her wrist out of his grasp and run like hell in the opposite direction.
Maya never had to keep secrets from her sister before, but there was a first time for everything.
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So she had gotten away.
This wasn’t good. If she had the nerve to tell anyone, he would be done for. By the way she was shaking, though, he doubted she had the courage to speak up.
He sighed, trying to think of a course of action that wouldn’t result in even more people dying and suspicion being pinned on him. As much as he hated to admit it, there was a small possibility that he would be discovered, and in that case he’d be stuck.
But he had memorized her face. Black hair, black eyes, pale skin, thin frame. He would manage to find her somehow; she stuck out like a sore thumb in a city teeming with superficial clones.
She wasn’t beautiful, but she was nothing to scoff at, either.
He smirked and ran a hand through his hair. This wouldn’t be a problem.
Not if he could find her first.
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“What’s wrong, Maya? You look like you saw a ghost.”
Taking the steaming cup of tea from Mia, her hands trembled. She wished she saw a ghost; that would’ve been worlds less distressing than what had truly transpired. Fixated with the tabletop, she didn’t dare look up to the curious expression of her sister.
“I’m alright. It was just the rain.”
She felt Mia’s hand on her forehead and flinched.
“You’re burning up…” She frowned and turned her gaze away. “I’m sorry for not picking you up sooner. Why didn’t you take the bus once you realized I wouldn’t come?”
“They had already left,” Maya admitted sheepishly. “I waited too long.”
Her mind, of course, was elsewhere. The day’s events had definitely deterred her from ever attempting to take that route home again.
“Why don’t you stay home tomorrow?” Mia offered, taking a seat across from her. The miniscule kitchen felt even smaller as she squirmed uncomfortably.
“Yeah, I guess I will. I haven’t been feeling too well lately anyway.”
“Maya, are you sure nothing happened? You could tell me, you know.”
“Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me.” Her laugh was unnervingly anxious, irrefutably fake.
Secret keeping was much more difficult than she thought it would be.