DISCLAIMER: Phoenix Wright, Batman, and Pokemon do not belong to me and are being used here without permission.
A/N: You know how you never get what you wanted out of those vending machines with the plastic bubbles...?
- Vend -
Franziska had only stopped at the grocery store after work to pick up a carton of milk because she had run out of it that morning. She had not expected to encounter Maya Fey here. Now, she stood watching with a vague sense of fascination as the other girl slid quarters into the bubble machine...
Maya was completely oblivious to Franziska's presence. She had heard that there were Steel Samurai toys in this store's vending machines and had rushed over immediately to check it out. This particular machine had a mixed set; there were Steel Samurai toys in it, but there were also Batman and Pokemon and Maya wasn't interested in those but decided to risk it. She had enough quarters on her to buy three toys, so at least one of them should end up being a Steel Samurai one... right?
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Franziska was trying to tell herself that she needed to get out of here, she was acting like a damn fool, her milk was getting warm...
Maya sighed dejectedly as she pulled the last toy from its capsule. It was a Pikachu keyring. She was about to stuff it into her pocket with the two Batman-themed items she had already received, when she noticed Franziska staring at her. There was such a strange expression on the prosecutor's face...
Misinterpretting the look entirely, Maya held up the Pokemon figurine by its chain and asked (sounding rather skeptical), "Did you... want this?" Franziska didn't say a word but hesitantly held out her hand and Maya dropped the toy into it. Maya snickered a little. "Don't look at me like that, its just a toy from a vending machine... Don't tell me you've never used one of these before," she said, pointing to the vending machines that were filled with plastic bubbles.
"I haven't," the prosecutor replied, frowning.
Franziska didn't know why, but the Fey girl seemed to take offense at that and shouted, "Well, it's something us middle-class people do!" before storming off, leaving Franziska standing alone and confused by the exit door of the supermarket.
By the time she made it back to her apartment, Franziska had figured out what Maya Fey had meant by that last comment and she didn't like it, not one bit.
"That foolish fool!" Franziska fumed, carelessy tossing her whip onto the coffee table. She dropped the keychain next to it. She had no idea what the little creature's name was, or even what show it was from. "Why does everyone assume I was a spoiled brat as a child?!" she snarled, knocking both the Pokemon and the whip from the tabletop with a sweep of her hand. "I was never allowed to play with toys when I was little," she continued to rant, "or make friends or watch television or read storybooks..."
No, her father had never allowed any of that. The only books Franziska had been allowed to read were law books. She had always been expected to follow in her father's footsteps and, at the sacrifice of her childhood, she had attained "total perfection" and become a prosecutor at the age of thirteen.
"I wanted to be a normal child," Franziska whispered to herself as a single tear slid down her cheek.
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