Disclaimer-Franziska von Karma, Detective Gumshoe, and just Phoenix Wright in general don't belong to me and are being used here without permission.
A/N-This is a simple oneshot that I wrote out of curiosity. It's an interesting concept…perhaps explaining what would happen if anyone dared to "mock" Franziska? Oh, by the way, this takes place after the second case but before the third in JFA, but since it's completely off the timeline, there aren't any spoilers (unless you didn't know who Franziska von Karma is…) Also, this is NOT a Gumshoe/Franziska romance oneshot. In fact, it might be anti G/F (if you think about it).
Ms.von Karma's Surprise
April 1, 10:30 AM
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Franziska von Karma stormed through the Criminal Affairs department, heading for Detective Gumshoe's desk. She was absolutely livid. The detective was supposed to deliver a report over to her office 20 minutes ago, but he never showed up. When she got to Gumshoe's desk, she found him on the computer.
"Detective!" She shouted. He turned to look at his boss, calm as one could be around Franziska. This, of course, only made her angrier.
"You fool! You foolishly didn't deliver that foolishly foolish report to me! What could a fool like you be foolishly doing?!? Being a foolish fool on your foolish computer? Bah! Where is the foolish report?" She scanned the detective's desk for the elusive report. When she found it, she reached to get it, but right by the report was a truly odd item-one that didn't belong on Gumshoe's desk at all.
A whip.
"What...a...a whip on his desk? That's not mine...it's still in my hand…so that means…" Then the young prosecutor realized exactly what it meant. She was being mocked. She, Franziska von Karma, was being made a fool of. When this thought struck her, something snapped. A vital piece of her brain that kept her rational just seemed to disappear.
Meanwhile, Detective Gumshoe saw his boss' priceless expression, and started to chuckle. "Ah, Ms.von Karma, you've noticed my new whip!" The chuckle was becoming louder, and Franziska was starting to twitch. "After seeing yours in action-" The detective paused to chuckle to himself, then continued-"I decided to get one!" He could barely continue without bursting out in laughter, but was able to hold it in for one last line.
"April Fools, Ms.von Karma!"
At this point, Detective Gumshoe started to laugh uncontrollably. Unfortunately, as he was laughing uncontrollably, he hadn't noticed that his boss (who wasn't taking the joke as well as him) was now shaking. Some of the detectives that had been passing by the roaring detective's desk felt that dangerous aura that meant someone was about to be whipped, and hurried out of range before they became the victim. Franziska stopped glaring at the desk (as she had been during his explanation) and turned her death glare onto Gumshoe, who didn't notice it because he was leaning back in his chair laughing so hard. Finally, after this 10 minute explanation/laughing session, she spoke.
"FOOL!" She roared, and started whipping the detective savagely. His laugher turned to yelps of pain, and he tried to block the whips with his arms. This failed, and instead ended up having Franziska whip him longer and harder. Eventually, Gumshoe passed out. Franziska then dropped her whip, slapped the unconscious detective across the face, snatched the report off his desk, grabbed a whip, and stormed off, muttering something about disrespectful foolish fools.
April 1, 5:30 PM
Detective Gumshoe's Apartment
Living Room
As Detective Gumshoe put some ice on his welts and sat down, he sighed. He should have seen this one coming-after all, you can't insult a von Karma and expect them to laugh it off. Still…it was funny seeing the look on Ms.von Karma's face. That was priceless-an incredibly camera-worthy shot. Luckily, he hadn't brought a camera to take a picture like he wanted to. If he had, he would've been killed for sure. Suddenly, the detective started laughing. It wasn't as if he wanted to-laughing made the pain worse. But he couldn't help it. After all, his "joke" was hilarious, but what happened afterwards was a riot. He was submerged in a flashback to earlier that day, after the whipping.
He came to after the beating, and was on the floor. Something brown caught his eye, so he looked up-and saw a whip on the floor. He picked it up and studied it, thinking it was his, until he saw the initials on the handle-F.v.K. In a momentary stroke of genius (for him), he realized that Ms.von Karma must have dropped it after his whipping, and instead, took his.
As his flashback ended and he was again in his house, he started laughing uncontrollably. After all, his boss had taken his $5.00 plastic whip that he bought at the costume store instead of her top of the line, super expensive leather one. As he was laughing, he wondered what Ms.von Karma would do when she found out about the mix-up. The detective could only guess that it wouldn't be pretty.
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A/N-Ok! Please R&R, as this is my first story and I would like some feedback on it (no flames, preferably). It turned out more serious than I thought it would be, but there's still some humor, I think.