This is a request from Xejicka. I am having a blast with it. This is going to end up a three-parter. I have to give my undying gratitude to Riku-Rocks for pretty much laying this entire damn thing out for me. Hopefully I can write it out as well at she detailed it. Just a heads up, I've never played Phoenix Wright so I'm using my friend Akiko as my guide with him.

It also is not beta'ed so the errors are all mine.

Have fun with this and let me know what you think. Lots of feedback, okay?

Obviously, I don't own KH, FF or Phoenix Wright.

Phoenix Wright: Turk Attorney

Reno could not believe this was happening. One minute, he's sitting in a comfortable corner booth with a sweet little blonde, whispering in her ear and just about to coax her to come with him to his apartment, the next he's being roughed up by some burly police officers and dragged out of the bar in handcuffs. All the cops would say was he was under arrest for kidnapping.

Now he sat in a cold, bare room and waited. He had no idea what he had supposedly done but he knew for a fact he did not do whatever it was. Since coming to Radiant Garden, he had been a model citizen.

…At least as model as a Turk could be.

The door opened and a detective came in followed by one of the arresting officers. The detective stood across from Reno with a stony expression. "I hear you claim you have no idea why you're here."

"Not a fuckin' clue, yo." Reno drawled out in irritation. "Last I heard, it wasn't illegal to try to get laid; unless she was a minor but she sure as hell didn't look like one."

"You have been arrested for kidnapping with intent to cause harm." The man explained, clearly not amused by Reno's comments. "You have been indicated in the abduction of a woman by the name of Jenova."

"What?" Reno shot up abruptly. The officer stepped forward and pushed him back down on the bench. "That's insane! There's no fuckin' way-"

"Take it up with the judge, I don't care either way." The detective nodded toward the officer who released the redhead and they both headed for the door. The detective paused. "If I were you, I'd get myself a damn good lawyer."

--0—0—

"I cannot fucking believe this," Reno grumbled as he waited for Rude to finish posting his bail. His long time partner's expression was as devoid of emotion as ever but there was a barely noticeable twitch to his eyebrow. "If this is some kind of joke, I'm not laughing."

Rude turned toward him. "Neither am I. Let's go."

Reno immediately fell into place beside him. He had been given back all of his possessions when they took him from his cell and the second they stepped outside, he pulled out a cigarette. "Did they tell you what I supposedly did, yo?"

"Kidnapping." Rude did not turn his head but Reno knew he was being looked at beneath those ever-present sunglasses. "Did you do it?"

"No, I didn't do it!" Reno pulled his smoke from his mouth and walked sideways. "Did you hear who I supposedly nabbed?"

"Who?"

"A woman named Jenova." The redhead snorted agitatedly, taking a drag. "This has to be a joke. Strife or Lockheart, hell maybe even Aerith. She's got plenty of fuckin' reason to wanna get at me."

Rude lifted an eyebrow. "Jenova?"

"Yeah." Reno laughed out. "They could have come up with something more original, yo."

"Whatever this is about, Reno, it's not a joke." The bald man shook his head. "The charges are real. Leonhart tried to get them dropped but they wouldn't budge. They seem to think they have definitive proof."

"There can't be! There's no way!" Reno threw his cigarette butt away. He glanced around and realized they were not heading in the direction of either of their homes. "Where we going, yo?"

"To see a lawyer Leon recommended. The information has been forwarded and he's waiting for us."

Reno stared at the man who he considered his oldest friend. "You're serious, aren't you? Someone's really tryin' to get me put away."

They stopped before a narrow, two-story building. Rude held the door open and waited. Reno hesitated a moment before stepping into the office, Rude just behind him.

The office was simply furnished, the walls bare save for a few degrees above the slightly worn couch along the far side wall. A small table sat before that with two plush chairs framing it. A short, leafy plant rested beside the door.

Beyond what was apparently the lobby area, were two opposing desks. The entire back wall was lined with bookshelves and behind each desk were sets of four filing cabinets. There were several boxes scattered around the space.

Standing behind the right-side desk, routing through one of the boxes on the carpet was a young, black-haired man. The hair was flat on top, sticking out a bit in back with a few bangs framing his face. He muttered to himself in agitation as he searched frantically for something.

Rude loudly cleared his throat and the man looked up, startled. He blinked at them a few times in confusion before something clicked in his head and he quickly straightened out, tugging at his white button-down shirt. "Oh, you must be Reno."

Reno sent Rude a look and muttered. "Squall couldn't get me anyone better?"

"Sorry about all this." The lawyer hurried out, moving away from the desk and coming toward them. "My partner and I just got this office and it's still a mess."

Both Turks glanced at the other side of the office, noting its immaculate appearance.

The man followed the look and rolled his eyes. "Okay, my side's still a mess. Miles is just anal retentive about organization."

Reno gave Rude a pleading look which the bald man did not react to.

"Anyway, I'm Phoenix Wright and I have been hired to represent you." The man held out his hand toward the two, weaving it a bit between them.

Reno stared at it for a moment. Rude's shoulders dropped just a touch as he took the offered hand. "I'm Rude, that's Reno."

"Red hair, right. Should've guessed that." Phoenix eyed the wiry Turk. Abruptly, he turned and idly waved for the two to sit on the couch. "Let me get your file. It was delivered earlier today and I only looked it over once but I got the gist of it."

Reno followed Rude over to the small sitting area. He glanced over the wall of degrees and certificates and awards. There were equal numbers for Phoenix and a Miles Edgeworth. "Either this guy is seriously good or he's a conman I need to make friends with."

"Leon did recommend him."

"Okay," Phoenix returned, dropping into one of the easy chairs and dropping a manila folder on the table. He leaned forward and laced his fingers together. Suddenly he was all business. "All right, you have been charged with one count kidnapping with intent to harm, one count of breaking and entering. Obviously, if you're cleared of one, you'll be cleared of the other."

"I didn't do shit, yo!" Reno spat out. "This is a complete waste of time and munny! They've got nothing on me."

"They found red hair at the scene and there's a witness that will attest to the fact that he saw you at the time the kidnapping took place." The lawyer listed. "It doesn't look good for you."

Reno stood back up and paced around. "This has to be some kind of really fucked up joke! I mean, Jenova? Jenova's nothing but a frickin' head!"

Phoenix's face twisted. "What?"

"Yeah." The redheaded Turk pulled out a cigarette. "She's not even a person!"

"Well it says here in the police report that she is. The witness said she was his mother."

"Aw, fuck!" Reno cursed. "Them?" He glared at Rude. "How in the name of Shiva are those freaks back?"

"I don't know but if they're involved, you know this is going to get messy." Rude thought out. "It's likely they could have set you up as some kind of revenge."

"But why single out me, Rude?" Tattooed blue eyes narrowed. "I'd think they have a bigger fuckin' grudge against Strife."

"You're an easier target."

Phoenix looked between them in confusion. When the head of the Restoration Committee had called him this morning and asked him to take a difficult and likely tricky case, this was not what he had expected. Absolutely nothing these two were going on about made any sense.

"Look," he broke in. "I'm going to need you two to explain everything you can so I can build a defense for you. We're going to need our own witnesses as to where you were and find some kind of proof that will clear your name."

"So you're simply taking his case?" Rude turned his head to face him.

"Sure!" Phoenix grinned, leaning back and crossing his legs. "I am the Ace Attorney. I can win anything! So sit back down, Reno, and tell me everything!"

--0—0—

Four hours later, Reno and Rude left. Phoenix sat dumbly in the easy chair, a large stack of notes and a pocket recorder before him on the table. The story he had just heard had to be the most convoluted, messed up one he had ever heard.

His partner walked in and frowned as he closed the door. "New case?"

Phoenix nodded numbly.

Edgeworth flicked an invisible bit of dust from his sleeve. "You look concerned about it. You don't think you can win?"

Phoenix made a face at him. There was a blank look to his eyes. "I don't even remember what the case actually is."

A dark grey eyebrow raised.

"You look over all of this." The black-haired one stood. "I dare you to not be completely brain-numb by the end."

The perfectly dressed man carefully took hold of the documents and brought them to his desk. He easily skimmed over them, his expression growing warier as he went through. Two hours later, he flicked his eyes over toward Phoenix, who had moved from the chair to the sofa and was laying back on it dramatically.

"They have to be lying."

"Oh, no, they were quite serious." Phoenix laughed out bitterly. "I have no idea how to approach this."

"Do you completely believe he's innocent?"

After a moment, Phoenix glanced over. "Yeah, actually I do. Despite his horrendous history, I really don't think he did it."

"You can ignore ninety percent of this information." Edgeworth leaned thoughtfully in his office chair. "All that is relevant to the case is proving he did not kidnap… the entity. Unfortunately, given the defendant's occupation, that will prove rather difficult."

"Well," the younger lawyer leapt up. "I've got four days to build a case. I'll figure out a way to get him cleared!"

--0—0--

"Why are you making me wear this?" Reno squirmed as Tifa forced him to sit still and brushed at his unruly hair.

"You wear a suit to work everyday, Reno." She growled out.

"Yeah, well look at how I wear it," he complained, tugging again at his buttoned up collar. "I'm fucking suffocating here."

"Fine, you can leave the very top one undone." She cast her eyes toward Rude as she pulled Reno's hair into a tail. "Marlene and Denzel are easier to deal with."

"Well, I don't fuckin' want to be doing this either." Reno cursed. "I don't understand how the hell this is actually going to trail!"

"Obviously, they believe they have enough evidence to convict you." Tifa finished with his hair and walked around him to straighten out his collar.

"And you flat out refused any of the plea bargains they offered," added Rude.

"I'm not takin' the heat for something I didn't fucking do." The redhead scowled. "I still don't even get the whole kidnapping charge; it'd be theft at best."

Tifa gave him one final look over. "Well, it's the best we're going to get."

"It's not like it matters what I look like." Reno snorted. Blue eyes glanced at the side mirror to take in his respectable appearance. They had forced him into a new suit and tamed his hair into a more slicked back style. His goggles had been taken away and he felt strangely naked without them. "If the jury's gonna hang me, they'll do because of my history."

"Don't go in there thinking that." Tifa advised. She pushed him toward the door, Rude right behind her. "Now, Cloud, Tseng and Aerith will be there but you won't be able to talk to them. Zack, Demyx and I would come but we're under orders not to."

"Elena got a summons for today." Rude commented.

"She did?" Tifa tucked some dark hair behind her ear. "Wow, they've called just about everyone."

"Can we just go and get this over with?" Reno interrupted, waving a hand. He was actually rather concerned about the outcome of this trial. If the prosecution did have some kind of evidence, however circumstantial, and they managed to brig in his history as a Turk he was screwed.

Tifa offered him a reassuring smile and actually kissed his check before moving toward Rude to give him a kiss on the lips. She then smiled again and waved them out the door. Once they left, she frowned and shook her head.

She had a really bad feeling this was not going to end well for Reno.