This is my first attempt at writing Phoenix Wright/Apollo Justice fanfiction, and I have to say, it truly is a challenge. Especially because of my characters…they're so confusing. It'll be clearer later, but for the moment even I'm getting lost. I wouldn't be surprised if I find out I'm confusing Chël for Noë in the end…
But enough with my complaints.
I really hope everyone who reads this likes it and doesn't get too confused by my writing style. I'll try to make it easy, I promise.
The first part is in present tense, but from the second section on (except for maybe flashbacks), it'll be past tense.
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Date: ??
Time: ??
Location: ??
"You…You're always getting in my way!" hisses a woman, hands tightly clenched in fists. She lets her anger get to her easily, and isn't about to let this ruin her evening.
"I'm not letting you get away with this!" The other girl—younger, more naïve—is close to tears—from fear or anger; hard to tell.
"With what? This affair? I don't think your dear husband would mind. After all, he chose me over you. I think that says something about you, doesn't it?" The woman says cynically, laughing.
"What are you talking about? He wouldn't cheat on me!" The woman's statement sends shivers down the girl's back, as does the laugh.
"I think he would." The woman's smile turns to a cruel smirk.
"That's not what I'm talking about. You want to kill Apollo! I know you do!" The girl finds herself nearly screaming at the woman across from her.
"Keep it down, Chël. He won't be the only one dead if you keep this up." She starts to get nervous, suddenly realizing that someone could hear the words not meant for any others' ears but their own.
"You wouldn't—" the girl starts, but chokes on her own words.
"I think I would." The smirk returns.
"Wait, Chël? I…" Confusion?
"Why so quiet? Have you accepted your fate and realized that no one truly loves you?" The laugh's return follows the smirk, though quiet enough to not attract any more attention than was already drawn.
"Someone—somewhere—does love me! I just don't know who!" More tears, and more confusion. The girl has little idea of what is going on—or what is to come.
"Stop your crying! Someone will hear!" She steps forward and slaps the girl harshly across the face to quiet her, knocking her to the ground, though it does little to quell the tears.
"Hey, are you two done over there?" A new voice, male, sounds from across the lawn, up from where he had just been talking with the woman.
"Quiet—we're almost finished." Turning back to her victim, the woman towers over the crouching figure below her. She reaches behind her, and, finding only a vase of flowers, acts before she can think any more.
WHAM.
The impact shatters the vase, a shower of petals raining down about them. The girl falls backward—backward into the pool behind her, landing with a splash. She sinks slowly to the bottom, face up, floating just below the surface, unconscious. But not for long…
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7 June, 5:46 PM
Local Church
Chapel
"It's about time for the ceremony to start, isn't it?" Apollo checked his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, and it wasn't even dark yet. He sighed. It was going to be a long night.
"Don't be such a spoilsport, Polly! I'm sure Noë's just having problems with her dress…or something like that." Trucy tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Though she did say it started at five-thirty…I wonder what's keeping her?"
"One, don't call me that. Two, I don't care what the reason is; I just want to get out of here," Apollo grumbled, sinking into his seat facing the elaborately decorated altar in the front of the church, his brown, antennae-like hair drooping with his slouching posture. He tried to backtrack and remember how he'd gotten to be there in the first place…
Oh, right. Mir.
Mir Owe was one of Apollo's best friends—strictly business, of course. Once Apollo had taken over Gavin Law Offices (renaming it Justice Law & Co. because Trucy demanded a change), he had taken on an apprentice—just like Mr. Gavin had done for him so many years before. Recently, Mir had gotten engaged, and so had his fiancée's twin sister, who the wedding was for today. That was pretty much why Apollo had even shown up—Mir had been subjected to so many of Trucy's magic shows (though he claimed to like them, Apollo wasn't so sure. The magic panties act got old kind of quickly, in his opinion) that Apollo's guilt had forced him to accept the invitation. Trucy had been more than happy to go, and had been the one who pushed him in the first place.
But here he was, sitting in this…bedecked church that he thought he'd never get out of. He would have much rather have been at his desk, re-reading the cases that he was considering taking for Mir, who he felt needed much more experience in court before flying on his own.
"Hey, do you see Mir anywhere, Polly?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Sorry…Apollo," Trucy replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, which was unlike the cheerful, upbeat little girl Apollo had met so long ago. She had changed so much since then, and he blamed it on all those cases he'd taken, the ones that had created scars of sorts that would probably never heal, though neither of them would admit it. Her own brown hair bounced as she looked around the chapel, scanning the crowd for Mir—she'd had it curled especially for the occasion, which she'd never done before. It was new, and refreshing; even she admitted it made her feel more optimistic than usual. "Don't you find it weird that Chël isn't here? I mean, she is Mir's girl."
"Maybe she's busy, like most people on a Friday night. Why'd they chose a Friday night, anyway?"
"Because the chapel wasn't free any other night, Apollo. I would think that Pahca would have wanted it on a Saturday, otherwise." Mir suddenly appeared at Apollo's side, startling him.
"Mir!" Trucy exclaimed, suddenly twice as excited as she'd been before, much to Apollo's slight annoyance. "Where've you been?"
"I had to take care of business; Chël wasn't feeling good, so I took her home. Plus, I was writing something up that I would've forgotten, otherwise." Mir gave a small smile. "How are things here? Didn't it start at half-past?"
"It should've, but didn't." Apollo was back to grumbling, complaining as always, a sharp contrast to Trucy's prevailing bright and cheery attitude.
"Hmm. I wonder what's taking so long?" Mir turned toward the front of the church, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and thought.
The doors at the rear of the chapel suddenly burst open, a trio of police officers dashing in and cutting through to behind the front, where Apollo knew everyone was getting ready—or not. They were sure in for a surprise…
A roaring murmur rose above the crowd of guests, each wondering what was going on and formulating their own explanations and theories.
When the police returned a few minutes later, hurrying back through the chapel toward the doors they entered through, the ones that would take them to the parking lot. They came in quickly, got what they came for, and were leaving rather quickly, too. They knew what they had come for, and they'd found it right away—arms clutched by two police officers, hands handcuffed together, was the girl whose face they'd seen in so many photographs presented to them by Mir, of both his fiancé and her twin sister. While neither Apollo nor Trucy could figure out which girl it was initially, the poufy white wedding dress immediately gave her identity away.
Mir let out a soft, low gasp. "Noë!"