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bonnefoisTitle: On The Finer Points Of Respecting Women
Series: Ace Attorney
Character pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,370
Summary: Ema's likely to just tell catcallers off. Nahyuta goes a step further.
Author's note:
From the kink meme: One of the women getting catcalled/harassed in front of one of the male cast and the man absolutely being horrified and furious.
Given the subject matter, light sexual harassment warning. Also, Nahyuta goes beyond 'horrified and furious' because, Nahyuta.
This is probably set somewhere around 6-4 timeline wise, and acts as a missing scene. No real big AA6 spoilers.
It's kinda shitpost-y to be honest, but I had fun.
One of the pros of this particular store was the fact that it was within walking distance of her place, and the precinct. Plus, it had all her favorite snacks. And with cases like this, she'd sure need extra helpings.
The problem was, there was this band of almost twenty year olds who thought they were real hot shit. Calling them a gang of delinquents would be too generous. They liked to wear their hair like 90s boybands, and hang around and yell things at the passing women, but never really did much. (Though if any of them even thought about handsy, Ema had enough chemicals in her bag to make them have a real bad day.)
Today, the group of guys wore some neon swag shirts with vaguely misogynistic phrases on them, khakis, and leaned against the wall of the corner store with a sort of exaggerated swagger they had to have gotten from one of those pick up artist hacks online. Their bright clothes were a strange dissonance from the brickwork and white trim of the corner store.
The difference was, this time, Ema wasn't alone. Going out to eat with her boss had become kind of a habit. He had this advanced palate, and would endlessly talk about the kinds of foods he'd had all around the world. Which left her drooling, in more than one way.
Sure, traveling with him hadn't been quite as fun as she'd thought--considering that going to Khura'in with him hadn't exactly been a vacation. Still, she wasn't about to ragequit him just yet.
Was Prosecutor Sahdmadhi maddening, confusing, frustrating, impossible to read, and more than a little mysterious? Yes.
But he was also brilliant, appreciated her work more than anyone else she'd ever worked with, was endlessly fascinating to talk to, and had great taste in food. There was just that spark between them. Chemistry, she supposed.
She wondered if being around Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would make them leave her alone, or amp up the comments. He was a pretty memorable looking person, with his long hair that went all the way down his back, his striking gilded white suit, and deep green eyes and natural lashes which were so gorgeous Ema honestly was left a little jealous. Not even the best falsies or mascara could get her looking the way he looked effortlessly.
However, as they came closer, she had no such luck.
"Hey, sexy. I see you're back for a little snack. I got some suggestions."
Ema gave him a dismissive glance. "You couldn't handle me on a good day, let alone a bad day."
"Whoo, mama, that's one fine ass," said another.
Ema gave him a withering glance. "I know, but I didn't need to hear it from you."
She gestured him to move. (And gave him a far more rude gesture with her other hand. Or one finger of her other hand.)
"Move, would you? I need my snacks. Trust me, you do not want to deal with me when I'm hungry."
If she'd had any snacks to spare, she would've been flicking Snackoos. Unfortunately, she'd eaten them all two hours ago dealing with being knee deep in buckwheat flour for the last case.
Ema had never quite seen Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's green eyes be that filled with anger. He was trembling, and his hands tightened at his sides. The scarf that floated about him was no longer serene, but flapped wildly as if they'd suddenly walked straight into a windstorm.
"Who escaped out of the monastery?"
He put his hands together for a moment, and then they began to fly quickly through the moves of his special monk seal thing.
(Yes, that was the official name. Shut up.)
"Shit, he went full Naruto!"
The third of the group, the shortest one, with slightly spikey do and bleached tips let out a shriek. His arms were bound in a truly remarkable feat, with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's mala.
The rest started to edge away to make a run for it.
"This just got way too kinky for me," said one of the others of the group.
"I did not say you could leave." Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's voice was low and dangerous.
The rest of the group stopped, as if they'd been hit by a paralyze spell in a D&D campaign. (Fitting, considering that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was a monk. What would that make her, an alchemist? And would she be Neutral/Good, or Chaotic/Neutral? She'd have to figure out that build sometime.)
He pulled out yet another mala. No surprise, she'd seen him go through about a dozen in a stressful case. He probably had some suitcase which was nothing but malas due to his habit of breaking them every time the opposing attorney made a decent point. (Or pulled some bluff completely out of their ass which somehow turned out to be the truth, topped with samurais and eagles and the real killer to boot.)
"Your conduct towards women is deplorable. Detective Skye did not ask for such comments. Right, Detective Skye?"
Ema crossed her arms over her chest. "I already know these capris make my butt look great. And some random jerks in the way of me getting my snacks certainly aren't who I want to hear it from. Honestly, I'd really want to only hear something like that from whoever I was dating."
"As you see, she did not ask for your putrid gaze and comments," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"I didn't ask to be subjected to those tacky neon shirts, either," Ema said.
"But these are cool," said one of the guys.
Ema scrunched up her nose. "In what universe?"
Before he could respond, Ema's stomach gurgled. She held up her hand.
"Just a second, I need a snack for this."
Ema rushed in and quickly bought her snacks, and enough for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, too. Considering that he'd paid for several of her dinners and plane tickets, it was probably about time she paid for some of his for once.
Ema munched on her favorite snack as she headed back out. By now, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had them all lined up to the wall, and shamefaced as he read off a very long scroll.
"Women are sacred, and to be treated as such. You will not leave this until you have recited the 99 lines of the Holy Mother upon respecting of women."
"99? What is this, school?"
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi made an okay sign with his fingers. Apparently, it was actually a sacred symbol and not him just going 'okay' at someone. She was learning new things about Khura'in all the time.
"Just for that, you must double the number," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"Brad, you fuckin' idiot," muttered another one of the group.
"But we like women! She should stop being a bitch and take a compliment!"
"Satorha!"
In a second, a mala went flying and they were tied up like it was a Scooby-Doo episode, and they just figured out who the real misogynist was all along. Really, his skills at tying up people (with a mala no less) were really good.
Which was definitely a great talent to have.
"Do not speak about women like that," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. His voice was so low and silky--and frankly dangerously sexy that a shiver ran down her spine. He hadn't even lifted his voice this time, but he sure made those guys shut up.
"Detective Skye, did you feel complimented when some man suddenly yelled out comments about... parts of your anatomy?"
Ema grimaced. "Not really."
"As you can see, your actions only caused her disgust. That is because you view women as sex objects without any sense of personhood. You feel entitled to them, and treat them horrendously, then you then wonder why women do not like you, and blame them for your own actions."
Dang, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was over here spitting some real truth bombs. If he'd had a tumblr or twitter, the post would probably go viral. A shame she hadn't thought to video tape the whole thing. She'd been too surprised--and hungry--to think of it.
"Now, we shall continue with the 99 verses."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi read aloud in his melodious voice as he went through the sacred texts.
"All kinds women are valid and must be treated as such. You must respect all types of women or die in a thousand hells."
"I-I respect women," the shortest of the bunch said. "Really!"
"Do you, now? Hand over your telephone."
"What the hell--We're getting robbed by a monk?"
"No, I will call your mother and see if she believes you are respecting women properly once I inform her of your conduct."
A look of horror came over his face. "That's--! Just take my phone, you can have it! I-I don't even need that phone."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi stared at the phone for a moment. His brow furrowed in thought as he looked down at the screen.
Ema glanced over his shoulder. "Push contacts. The little green one there. It'd probably be under M. Just scroll down like that. Yep, you got it."
Of course, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had a Nokia so thick and and heavy that someone could use it as a weapon. Just like Phoenix And Phoenix probably barely knew how to turn a smartphone on.
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your wisdom, Detective Skye. Of course you would know how to use this...device."
Anyone else going full boomer and not being able to turn on a phone properly would've gotten an eye roll from her. (Well, except Phoenix. It was charmingly dadlike.)
But for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, it was kind of cute, really.
"Listen, I won't hit on your girlfriend anymore! I promise. Just don't tell my mom!"
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's expression was completely unreadable, and he didn't put up any denial as he lifted the phone to his ear.
"Fuck, we're dead," said one of the other group.
"My name is Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. I have your son here with me. No, he is not on trial...yet."
Dang if Prosecutor Sahdmadhi didn't know how to rack up the suspense.
"Though if it were in my country, and had I control of this law, he already would be."
She'd missed that law in Khura'in, but considering the things she saw...she wasn't surprised.
"I am here with my detective, Ema Skye."
The way he said my detective kind of made her heart flutter.
"You son has said some truly concerning things completely unasked for to her."
He held the phone out to the group of men.
"Speak up. Tell your mother what you said. If what you said is so innocent, then surely you would not mind repeating it to her."
"I..." His voice cracked. His quickly cleared his throat.
A woman's voice which had turned shrill with anger came over the speakerphone. "What did you say to her?! There's a damned prosecutor--Kyle, what did you do?"
"I told her she had a nice ass, all right! It's not that big of a deal!"
"Kyle Chadwick, I did not raise you to be like that! Is Brad and Chad and Other Brad there with you right now?"
"Yes, mom."
"That's it, I'm calling their mothers right now! Wait until they hear about this!" The call abruptly ended.
"Ugh, we're dead," said another of the group. It wasn't Kyle, but she couldn't tell if it was Brad, Chad or other Brad.
"Dead? Not yet. Not until you finish your verses. Then Heaven can decide your fate, and see if one so unworthy and putrid as you shall go unpunished. We have many more verses to go," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
Dang, at this rate she'd have to go in for more snacks. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi looked like this 'sermon' might go on for hours. But Ema was sure of one thing: when this was all over, these jerks wouldn't even look at her when she went to buy things later on. If she was lucky, they'd never even come back to this place.
Plus, it was entertaining as hell to watch them squirm under Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's righteous anger.
(Pun slightly intended.)
*
By the time Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was done, it was already dark. Ema had practically bought out the store of Snackoos with her many trips back in. Sure, her feet kind of hurt, but it was worth it.
Besides, what else was she going to do? Watch Forensic Files and snack and drink until she passed out, then miss her alarm and show up late the next day?
(Which was exactly what she had planned. And it was an awesome plan. Though watching Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's wrath was fun as well.)
"I am deeply sorry you had to endure such a display," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"Thanks, but it happens all the time. It's annoying, but eventually things like unasked for dick picks and catcalling becomes background noise," Ema said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi frowned.
"That is unacceptable, and something I must personally rectify."
"Hey, I won't complain. Much, anyways. That was pretty cool what you did back there," Ema said.
He clasped his hands together and bowed in a way which was both elaborate, ceremonial and elegant.
"It is my most humble honor as a servant of the Holy Mother to help you. No woman should have to withstand such putrid comments. I will personally give a sermon to any who causes you even a slight bit of annoyance."
"You're going to be giving a lot of sermons then," Ema said.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,370
Summary: Ema's likely to just tell catcallers off. Nahyuta goes a step further.
Author's note:
From the kink meme: One of the women getting catcalled/harassed in front of one of the male cast and the man absolutely being horrified and furious.
Given the subject matter, light sexual harassment warning. Also, Nahyuta goes beyond 'horrified and furious' because, Nahyuta.
This is probably set somewhere around 6-4 timeline wise, and acts as a missing scene. No real big AA6 spoilers.
It's kinda shitpost-y to be honest, but I had fun.
One of the pros of this particular store was the fact that it was within walking distance of her place, and the precinct. Plus, it had all her favorite snacks. And with cases like this, she'd sure need extra helpings.
The problem was, there was this band of almost twenty year olds who thought they were real hot shit. Calling them a gang of delinquents would be too generous. They liked to wear their hair like 90s boybands, and hang around and yell things at the passing women, but never really did much. (Though if any of them even thought about handsy, Ema had enough chemicals in her bag to make them have a real bad day.)
Today, the group of guys wore some neon swag shirts with vaguely misogynistic phrases on them, khakis, and leaned against the wall of the corner store with a sort of exaggerated swagger they had to have gotten from one of those pick up artist hacks online. Their bright clothes were a strange dissonance from the brickwork and white trim of the corner store.
The difference was, this time, Ema wasn't alone. Going out to eat with her boss had become kind of a habit. He had this advanced palate, and would endlessly talk about the kinds of foods he'd had all around the world. Which left her drooling, in more than one way.
Sure, traveling with him hadn't been quite as fun as she'd thought--considering that going to Khura'in with him hadn't exactly been a vacation. Still, she wasn't about to ragequit him just yet.
Was Prosecutor Sahdmadhi maddening, confusing, frustrating, impossible to read, and more than a little mysterious? Yes.
But he was also brilliant, appreciated her work more than anyone else she'd ever worked with, was endlessly fascinating to talk to, and had great taste in food. There was just that spark between them. Chemistry, she supposed.
She wondered if being around Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would make them leave her alone, or amp up the comments. He was a pretty memorable looking person, with his long hair that went all the way down his back, his striking gilded white suit, and deep green eyes and natural lashes which were so gorgeous Ema honestly was left a little jealous. Not even the best falsies or mascara could get her looking the way he looked effortlessly.
However, as they came closer, she had no such luck.
"Hey, sexy. I see you're back for a little snack. I got some suggestions."
Ema gave him a dismissive glance. "You couldn't handle me on a good day, let alone a bad day."
"Whoo, mama, that's one fine ass," said another.
Ema gave him a withering glance. "I know, but I didn't need to hear it from you."
She gestured him to move. (And gave him a far more rude gesture with her other hand. Or one finger of her other hand.)
"Move, would you? I need my snacks. Trust me, you do not want to deal with me when I'm hungry."
If she'd had any snacks to spare, she would've been flicking Snackoos. Unfortunately, she'd eaten them all two hours ago dealing with being knee deep in buckwheat flour for the last case.
Ema had never quite seen Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's green eyes be that filled with anger. He was trembling, and his hands tightened at his sides. The scarf that floated about him was no longer serene, but flapped wildly as if they'd suddenly walked straight into a windstorm.
"Who escaped out of the monastery?"
He put his hands together for a moment, and then they began to fly quickly through the moves of his special monk seal thing.
(Yes, that was the official name. Shut up.)
"Shit, he went full Naruto!"
The third of the group, the shortest one, with slightly spikey do and bleached tips let out a shriek. His arms were bound in a truly remarkable feat, with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's mala.
The rest started to edge away to make a run for it.
"This just got way too kinky for me," said one of the others of the group.
"I did not say you could leave." Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's voice was low and dangerous.
The rest of the group stopped, as if they'd been hit by a paralyze spell in a D&D campaign. (Fitting, considering that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was a monk. What would that make her, an alchemist? And would she be Neutral/Good, or Chaotic/Neutral? She'd have to figure out that build sometime.)
He pulled out yet another mala. No surprise, she'd seen him go through about a dozen in a stressful case. He probably had some suitcase which was nothing but malas due to his habit of breaking them every time the opposing attorney made a decent point. (Or pulled some bluff completely out of their ass which somehow turned out to be the truth, topped with samurais and eagles and the real killer to boot.)
"Your conduct towards women is deplorable. Detective Skye did not ask for such comments. Right, Detective Skye?"
Ema crossed her arms over her chest. "I already know these capris make my butt look great. And some random jerks in the way of me getting my snacks certainly aren't who I want to hear it from. Honestly, I'd really want to only hear something like that from whoever I was dating."
"As you see, she did not ask for your putrid gaze and comments," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"I didn't ask to be subjected to those tacky neon shirts, either," Ema said.
"But these are cool," said one of the guys.
Ema scrunched up her nose. "In what universe?"
Before he could respond, Ema's stomach gurgled. She held up her hand.
"Just a second, I need a snack for this."
Ema rushed in and quickly bought her snacks, and enough for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, too. Considering that he'd paid for several of her dinners and plane tickets, it was probably about time she paid for some of his for once.
Ema munched on her favorite snack as she headed back out. By now, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had them all lined up to the wall, and shamefaced as he read off a very long scroll.
"Women are sacred, and to be treated as such. You will not leave this until you have recited the 99 lines of the Holy Mother upon respecting of women."
"99? What is this, school?"
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi made an okay sign with his fingers. Apparently, it was actually a sacred symbol and not him just going 'okay' at someone. She was learning new things about Khura'in all the time.
"Just for that, you must double the number," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"Brad, you fuckin' idiot," muttered another one of the group.
"But we like women! She should stop being a bitch and take a compliment!"
"Satorha!"
In a second, a mala went flying and they were tied up like it was a Scooby-Doo episode, and they just figured out who the real misogynist was all along. Really, his skills at tying up people (with a mala no less) were really good.
Which was definitely a great talent to have.
"Do not speak about women like that," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. His voice was so low and silky--and frankly dangerously sexy that a shiver ran down her spine. He hadn't even lifted his voice this time, but he sure made those guys shut up.
"Detective Skye, did you feel complimented when some man suddenly yelled out comments about... parts of your anatomy?"
Ema grimaced. "Not really."
"As you can see, your actions only caused her disgust. That is because you view women as sex objects without any sense of personhood. You feel entitled to them, and treat them horrendously, then you then wonder why women do not like you, and blame them for your own actions."
Dang, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was over here spitting some real truth bombs. If he'd had a tumblr or twitter, the post would probably go viral. A shame she hadn't thought to video tape the whole thing. She'd been too surprised--and hungry--to think of it.
"Now, we shall continue with the 99 verses."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi read aloud in his melodious voice as he went through the sacred texts.
"All kinds women are valid and must be treated as such. You must respect all types of women or die in a thousand hells."
"I-I respect women," the shortest of the bunch said. "Really!"
"Do you, now? Hand over your telephone."
"What the hell--We're getting robbed by a monk?"
"No, I will call your mother and see if she believes you are respecting women properly once I inform her of your conduct."
A look of horror came over his face. "That's--! Just take my phone, you can have it! I-I don't even need that phone."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi stared at the phone for a moment. His brow furrowed in thought as he looked down at the screen.
Ema glanced over his shoulder. "Push contacts. The little green one there. It'd probably be under M. Just scroll down like that. Yep, you got it."
Of course, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had a Nokia so thick and and heavy that someone could use it as a weapon. Just like Phoenix And Phoenix probably barely knew how to turn a smartphone on.
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your wisdom, Detective Skye. Of course you would know how to use this...device."
Anyone else going full boomer and not being able to turn on a phone properly would've gotten an eye roll from her. (Well, except Phoenix. It was charmingly dadlike.)
But for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, it was kind of cute, really.
"Listen, I won't hit on your girlfriend anymore! I promise. Just don't tell my mom!"
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's expression was completely unreadable, and he didn't put up any denial as he lifted the phone to his ear.
"Fuck, we're dead," said one of the other group.
"My name is Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. I have your son here with me. No, he is not on trial...yet."
Dang if Prosecutor Sahdmadhi didn't know how to rack up the suspense.
"Though if it were in my country, and had I control of this law, he already would be."
She'd missed that law in Khura'in, but considering the things she saw...she wasn't surprised.
"I am here with my detective, Ema Skye."
The way he said my detective kind of made her heart flutter.
"You son has said some truly concerning things completely unasked for to her."
He held the phone out to the group of men.
"Speak up. Tell your mother what you said. If what you said is so innocent, then surely you would not mind repeating it to her."
"I..." His voice cracked. His quickly cleared his throat.
A woman's voice which had turned shrill with anger came over the speakerphone. "What did you say to her?! There's a damned prosecutor--Kyle, what did you do?"
"I told her she had a nice ass, all right! It's not that big of a deal!"
"Kyle Chadwick, I did not raise you to be like that! Is Brad and Chad and Other Brad there with you right now?"
"Yes, mom."
"That's it, I'm calling their mothers right now! Wait until they hear about this!" The call abruptly ended.
"Ugh, we're dead," said another of the group. It wasn't Kyle, but she couldn't tell if it was Brad, Chad or other Brad.
"Dead? Not yet. Not until you finish your verses. Then Heaven can decide your fate, and see if one so unworthy and putrid as you shall go unpunished. We have many more verses to go," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
Dang, at this rate she'd have to go in for more snacks. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi looked like this 'sermon' might go on for hours. But Ema was sure of one thing: when this was all over, these jerks wouldn't even look at her when she went to buy things later on. If she was lucky, they'd never even come back to this place.
Plus, it was entertaining as hell to watch them squirm under Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's righteous anger.
(Pun slightly intended.)
*
By the time Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was done, it was already dark. Ema had practically bought out the store of Snackoos with her many trips back in. Sure, her feet kind of hurt, but it was worth it.
Besides, what else was she going to do? Watch Forensic Files and snack and drink until she passed out, then miss her alarm and show up late the next day?
(Which was exactly what she had planned. And it was an awesome plan. Though watching Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's wrath was fun as well.)
"I am deeply sorry you had to endure such a display," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"Thanks, but it happens all the time. It's annoying, but eventually things like unasked for dick picks and catcalling becomes background noise," Ema said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi frowned.
"That is unacceptable, and something I must personally rectify."
"Hey, I won't complain. Much, anyways. That was pretty cool what you did back there," Ema said.
He clasped his hands together and bowed in a way which was both elaborate, ceremonial and elegant.
"It is my most humble honor as a servant of the Holy Mother to help you. No woman should have to withstand such putrid comments. I will personally give a sermon to any who causes you even a slight bit of annoyance."
"You're going to be giving a lot of sermons then," Ema said.
