Author's Note: Hello, everyone, and welcome to my (hopefully) Phoenix Wright fanfiction masterpiece! While 11 chapters of this story were completed, I took a long break (six months, to be exact) in order to focus on my work, school, and other things. Now I have returned, and am planning to revamp every chapter that's already up in order to answer all of my reviewers' concerns on things such as events moving too fast, certain situations could be better, etc.
In order to show that you are reading a revamped chapter, I will place a REVAMPED note after the 'To Be Continued...' footnote, as well as the date it was revamped. I believe will not update my fanfic when I replace chapters with the revamped ones, so keep checking back for new revamped chapters!
Xero Wright
Phoenix Wright: Everything Gone Wright
Chapter 1: Prologue
Phoenix Wright. A twenty-year-old college student going to Ivy University. He studied art, and a bit of law on the side. He wanted to become a lawyer because he knew that he would attempt to save a friend one day.
But for now, he would have to go through a year or two more of college.
Phoenix wore a plain blue shirt and some blue jeans, and walked along the pathway to his dormitory. It was still warm outside, the summer air surrounding the university. It wouldn't be long before Fall came, and it would begin getting cool.
He sighed; it was still pretty lonely. Even through all his classes, he rarely made any friends, and if he ever did, he didn't keep them very long. People thought that his hyperactive attitude and overactive reactions made him a pretty bad friend to have. But he kept his head high; he still had his old high school friends he could contact once he got out of the university. But at the same time, he didn't know which major to choose in the end; Art or Law?
Little did he realize, however, that very soon, his life would change... forever.
... The Next Day ...
Dahlia Hawthorne. A cool, calculating mind with an innocent exterior. She knew what to do, and when to do it. She had committed crimes in the past, and was ready to continue doing them, to both cover for her past, and protect her in the future, particularly today.
She had developed an innocent, and yet sickly-sweet smile in order to cover for her when someone suspected her. It was enough to stop most people from convincing themselves of who she was. These people were weak-minded to her, as they refused to look further than the outer shell of a human being.
She had been summoned to the courthouse to talk with one Diego Armando, who still suspected her of having murdered her sister, Valerie Hawthorne, out of cold blood. He hadn't let go of it yet, and was determined not to let Mia Fey's defense six months earlier go to waste.
She walked into the courthouse, wearing her normal pink dress and holding her pink parasol, practically completing that 'innocent exterior' that she prided herself in so much. She carried a small, golden necklace in her pocket; currently holding a small but dangerous poison that she had recently stolen from the Pharmacology department at Ivy University. She walked into the court lunchroom; waiting for her was none other than Diego Armando.
Diego Armando was a coffee-lover. He drank coffee so much it was amazing that he didn't die from caffeine overdose. His brown face showed a smirk as Dahlia entered the room, and he clutched his coffee cup. 'Well well... here she comes now. I doubt I'll get her to confess, but I might as well get some info out of her while I can.'
"Soo... I'm surprised you came on time," Diego said, still wearing his smirk.
Dahlia wore her innocent smile; after all, it's what she always does at the beginning of anything relating to talking to important people. "Did you expect me to be late... Mr. Attorney?"
"Oh, no. I'm quite pleased that you arrived." Diego began looking over his papers detailing Valerie Hawthorne's death. "After all, after the way that case ended, there was no closure. That's why I'm here."
"So then... what would you ask of me, Mr. Armando?" Dahlia knew in her head what was going on, yet she remained calm. She knew what she was going to do, how she was going to get out of this one. But she wanted to wait; for the truly priceless moment will come when he learns the truth...
"I want to know exactly why you framed Terry Fawles for your apparent murder, and then murdering your own sister and placing the blame on him," said Diego seriously. He didn't want to beat around the bush, for getting to the point as quickly as possible was the best option in his case.
Dahlia feigned tears. "You sadden me... why would I do such a thing?"
Diego ignored her action; he knew by now it was fake. "It was proven that you had killed Valerie Hawthorne before Terry collapsed on the stand... I don't have much of the details here, but it still seemed like you did it."
Dahlia's eyes sparkled as she continued her fake tears. "But... but Terry said it was Valerie he met on the bridge... not me!"
"Hmm." Diego looked over at Dahlia, and thought, 'Here we go again.' "Ms. Hawthorne. It's no use lying to me. After all, we're not in a case right now. Why don't you just tell me the truth?"
Dahlia thought for a moment. 'This will give me perfect timing to get out of here. I've got to hurry... he already knows too much as it is.' She then responded innocently, "But I have already told you what I know."
"Hm... we'll see about that. However, I must go and fetch something from the back kitchen. Don't go away now." Diego stood up and began walking away.
"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Armando... hee hee." Dahlia uncovered her smirk as Diego disappeared. She quickly and discreetly took out the necklace, and tipped the small bottle ever so slightly; a few drops of a silverish liquid dropped into Diego's cup. She was glad to see it all dissolve into the coffee very quickly, and she put the necklace away as Diego came back with more coffee mix.
"Can't be doing an interrogation without enough coffee," said Diego. "That's one of my rules."
Dahlia faked a giggle. "Of course, Mr. Attorney. Now, what were you saying...?"
Diego didn't fall for the giggle. Instead, he went on, picking up his coffee cup. "Ms. Hawthorne, you will answer my questions about the murder." He sipped his cup. "Did you or did you not mur...der..." His face turned blue.
Dahlia couldn't suppress the smirk that appeared across her face. "Do you really want to know... Mr. Attorney?" As Diego gasped for breath, she leaned in and whispered, "I did. I threw myself into the river, I killed Valerie Hawthorne, I framed Terry Fawles twice... and now I've just killed you." She again wore her innocent smile, and walked out of the room.
"Dah...li...a...Haw...thor...ne..." was all Diego could say before his head hit the table, passing out as the poison began doing its work.
Dahlia didn't stop in her tracks as she heard people bickering in the lunchroom; she ran. She had run into a problem; she still had the necklace, and she could be searched at any time. She couldn't get out of the courthouse without being accosted by a police officer, so she had no choice...
She ran down into the courthouse library.
Meanwhile, Phoenix Wright was sitting in the library, reading up on court records and the rules of the court. 'Man... all of this is harder to comprehend than it seemed at first...' he thought to himself as he shut the book. 'Might as well put the book back up and go back to the dormitory for now.' He stood up, and walked to the aisles. He began searching for where the book originally was.
Dahlia entered the library, frantically thinking. 'Okay, there's got to be something I can do... I'll be seen if I try to hide the necklace... I'm not getting caught now!' With that, she ran around the library, until she stopped dead short of Phoenix Wright. Phoenix noticed her, and he put his book up and turned to her, giving off a sheepish grin. "O-Oh! What can I do for you!?"
Dahlia thought to herself... 'Quite energetic, isn't he? I haven't got much time, so let's see if I can hand it off to him...' "Well, hello there!" she said, wearing her innocent smile. "You're quite handsome... may I ask your name?"
Phoenix jumped at the very notion that the girl was talking to him; and with such a sweet voice! "Wright. Phoenix Wright... future artist and attorney-at-law," he responded, scratching the back of his head nervously, wearing a goofy grin.
'This person looks too happy with himself... quite oblivious. It's perfect.' "My name is Dahlia Hawthorne... it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix blushed; no girl had ever talked to him this way! "Ah... t-the pleasure is all mine!"
Dahlia hid her smirk; she had him. "This must be fate, for us to meet here..." She tilted her head, smiling sweetly.
"Really? Fate? Well, u-uh..." Phoenix found himself at a loss for words, his grin becoming wider and wider.
Dahlia, however, wasted no more time. "As a token of our meeting, please... accept this." She gingerly placed the necklace in the boy's hand.
"Oh? Oh!? Is this a necklace?" His overactive imagination had already come over him again. "Thank you! I'll treasure this forever!"
'Gee, overactive much?' thought Dahlia. "Ah, it is no problem at all... however, I'm afraid I must be going. Class awaits me..." She was out of time, and she knew it. She turned around and started to walk, almost half-running...
"W-Wait!" said Phoenix as he saw her start to go off. He ran up to her, and decided to give it a shot. "M-Maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime!?" It sounded like he was half-yelling every other word, as if he was refusing to believe this was happening.
Dahlia kept her back turned to Phoenix, and thought for a moment. 'Grr, I didn't think he'd be THIS over-reactive! ... I might as well keep his hopes up... for now. I've got to get that necklace back as soon as I can!' She then turned around. "Hm... come see me tomorrow.. I attend Ivy University. By any chance, do you go there?"
"... Yeah, actually, I do!" said Phoenix, literally jumping in the air. "I'll definitely come by and see you!"
"How about this... I'll be waiting in the lunchroom around noon tomorrow. See you later..." and she pranced off, keeping her parasol in the air.
Phoenix, on the other hand, was literally bouncing off the walls as he wore the necklace. "Woohoo! I'm getting me a girlfriend!" He ran through the courthouse, literally showing everyone the necklace. Since the police were currently escorting Dahlia out after having searched her, nobody thought anything of the bottle, and simply ignored his hyper-activeness, some even having to shove him away because of his over-eagerness.
Dahlia noticed this as she walked out, and thought to herself: 'Gah.. he's showing it to everyone! I've got to think of the best way to get it back from him... or that blasted Mia Fey will find it somehow and know just where to go...' And she kept walking off. 'I need to meet up with my sister...tonight.' She picked up her phone, and dialed...
To Be Continued... (REVAMPED on 8/16/08)
