Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - The Baking Show of Justice (Apollo and Trucy)
Chapter 2 - Cinderella (young Edgeworth and Franziska)
Chapter 3 - Papa (Phoenix and Trucy)
Some people search far and wide for a little happiness, but it's often much closer and simpler than they think. A collection of one-shots looking at the birthdays of the Ace Attorney characters, and how even the most simple moments can turn into the best ones with their favourite people. Some family, some friendship, some pairings, and just happy moments.
Author Notes:
I had a lot of fun writing this, and I got the chance to write a lot of characters that I've never written before. I hope it turned out well enough, and if anyone has any suggestions or requests, feel free to let me know. Hopefully, you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Most importantly, this is a birthday present for my sister madscientists. I hope you like it :) Happy Birthday!
Oh, and Apollo Justice spoilers are in this one-shot.
The Baking Show of Justice
Apollo really didn't know why he let his little sister bully him around.
From the moment her eyes lit up with the idea, he knew that things would not end well for him. If only he had never let her know about his uncanny talent for making desserts, she would not have insisted on filming his own "Baking Show of Justice." And the name wasn't the worst part. Oh no. Apparently, the only apron in the Wright household had frilly edges and matched Trucy's panties.
Apollo didn't know why he agreed. But Trucy looked at him with those wide eyes, "Oh pleeeease, Polly? It'll be your birthday present to me!" and he felt like he couldn't refuse. And it was her birthday, after all.
"Okay, Apollo," she directed. "You prepare the ingredients and I'll write the script. And I need your phone."
"Why?" he asked suspiciously.
"Daddy's too poor to buy us a camera, so we'll have to use the one on your phone."
"Do we have to film this?"
"You promised, Apollo," she pouted and glared at him, a combination that made him wither and hand over his cell phone reluctantly.
Trucy left the room and returned ten minutes later with the script; Apollo could swear that it was written on the back of his case file, but before he could object, he noticed what else Trucy was holding.
"What is that?" he asked slowly.
"Oh, just makeup," she replied nonchalantly.
He was going to regret asking. "Why?"
"Well, you can't be a YouTube star without makeup, can you?"
"What? YouTube? I never agreed to that!" Apollo protested loudly, backing away.
"But it was a package deal. The makeup and YouTube part was just written in the fine print."
"What fine print? You never even wrote me a contract!"
"Fine, you wussy. I'll take out the makeup, but you're still going on YouTube."
Apollo sighed, knowing that it was the best compromise he would get. Maybe if he just kept looking down, no one would see his face and recognize him. He nodded grudgingly and Trucy handed him the script, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh! One last thing before we start filming, Polly. You have to hold down the lid of the blender because the latch to lock it in place is broken."
Is everything in this house broken? "Don't worry. I'll remember that."
"Alright, Apollo, get ready! Three, two, one…ACTION!"
"Hello everyone," he read awkwardly. "Welcome to the Baking Show of Justice where I, Apollo Justice, will teach you how to make delicious desserts."
"You have to look at the camera some more," Trucy hissed, "and speak louder. And how do you zoom on this thing – wait, I got it." She fiddled with Apollo's phone and gestured for him to continue.
"To make today's dessert, you will need the following ingredients: eggs of evidence," he looked at Trucy. "What?"
"Just read the script, Apollo!"
With a skeptical look, he returned to his sheet of paper. "Cocoa of court law, bailiff's butter – Trucy, I need margarine!"
She waved her hand dismissively. "We don't have margarine since butter's cheaper. Besides, they're the same thing anyways."
Apollo sighed and continued. "Some guilty ginger, Charley's chocolate powder -"
"That's Mr Charley to you! He's been here longer!" Trucy interjected.
Apollo knew that it was futile to point out that she had not written Mr Charley on the script. He corrected himself and managed to continue through the ingredients list with no more interruptions. Trucy nodded her approval as he began mixing the ingredients – in what he believed to be a huge stroke of luck, there was no hole in the bag of flour like last time, an incident that left him sweeping and showering for days. Maybe this wasn't an altogether awful idea, he thought to himself as he beat the eggs. Of course, he had yet to use the blender, the part that made him the most nervous.
The blender was awfully loud, and the blades always seemed to spin dangerously out of control. He nervously lifted his bowl of eggs and poured it in on the bananas.
"Once you have put all the ingredients in the blender, turn it on medium speed." He pressed the button gingerly. Nothing happened. He blinked, confused, and tried putting it on high. Still nothing. He turned to give Trucy a bewildered what now? look.
She tapped her chin with her free hand as she thought and moments later, she strode towards the outlet.
"We forgot to plug it in," she announced triumphantly, picking up the end of the plug.
"Trucy, wait –"
Too late. The circuit connected before Apollo's hand returned to the lid, and a litre of bananas, ice cream and mushed up unidentifiable ingredients exploded out of the blender and onto Apollo's face.
He and Trucy stood there in stunned silence as Apollo slowly lifted his hand to wipe the gunk from his eyes. He might have yelled "Objection!" had he not been so shocked that the word seemed to be stuck at the back of his throat. Finally, the silence grew unbearable for Trucy.
"…At least you didn't get whacked in the nose by the flying lid, right?" A giggle escaped her, and in a moment, she had doubled over with laughter.
Apollo, despite himself, burst out laughing too. Even though he was covered in disgusting goop, would probably be cleaning for weeks, and had been caught on camera on top of it all, he couldn't be mad at his little sister.
"Wow, Apollo," she giggled. "I don't think you need to get me a birthday present for the next ten years. I'll just watch this again."
"I never knew that you could make desserts, Apollo," Phoenix commented casually at the dinner table.
Apollo choked on his potato. "You saw that?"
"Yeah…I'd say it probably has about two thousand views by now."
"What?" Bewildered, Apollo turned to Trucy. "You still put that on the internet? Even with that…incident?"
"Of course I did, Polly. You should be thanking me – you're practically famous now. I mean, who wouldn't want to watch Defence Attorney Defeated by Exploding Blender?"
Apollo moaned as Trucy and Phoenix started laughing. "No one will ever hire me again."