A/N: This fic is basically an indulgence fic for Assassin!Apollo. Rated T for minor swearing and violence. Enjoy.
It had been 2 months since Apollo disappeared.
Despite the office being partly crowded as always, the Wright Anything Agency had an empty feel to it. Phoenix Wright shifted uneasily in his office chair, organizing random trial papers out of habit. Trucy was sifting through various documents, desperately trying to find Apollo's whereabouts, and Athena was searching anything she could possibly find through a laptop.
Had it always been this quiet?
Mr. Wright quickly pushed the question away. Now was not the time for irrelevant questions.
2 months ago, on April 20th, Phoenix, Trucy, and Athena lounged lazily in the Wright Anything Agency. Apollo was already late to work by an hour. (although there wasn't any clients or cases lately anyway).
While aimlessly fiddling with his badge, Phoenix's phone suddenly emitted the loud theme of the Steel Samurai. It was Apollo. He casually let the phone ring just a "tiny" bit to listen to his favorite ringtone. When he answered it, Apollo's voice was almost entirely drowned out by the sound of rain and thunder.
"Hey, Mr. Wright," Apollo said. He made no attempt to hide his shortness of breath.
"About time you called!" Phoenix replied, fully knowing that the only job Apollo would have done within his missed time frame was probably cleaning the toilet. "Where have you been?"
Apollo paused for a second. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Wright. I had some things to take care of. I'm near the Gatewater Hotel."
"Things to take care of?" Mr. Wright's voice was filled with curiosity.
"I'll arrive at work in about an hour," Apollo replied. He avoided the question so obviously that Phoenix heard the sound of psyche locks over the phone.
The phone clicked, and the call was over.
And so Mr. Wright waited. As time passed, the storm outside continued to get more and more violent. He began to wonder if Apollo had brought an umbrella. By the time it was 6:00 PM, Phoenix knew something was wrong. It was already getting dark. Where was Apollo? Trucy began to fret, telling her father to call Apollo. However, before he could begin dialing, his phone rang abruptly.
"Apollo?"
A loud thud echoed from the other side of the phone.
"Apollo?!" Phoenix repeated with more alarm.
Only the sound of rain answered him. Soon after, the phone clicked, and the conversation was over. By now, Trucy and Athena were both staring at him.
It was only one minute later that Phoenix, Trucy, and Athena would hurriedly bike to the Gatewater Hotel after calling the police. One minute too late.
When Phoenix arrived, Detective Ema Skye was already by the Gatewater Hotel. Despite the darkened and clouded sky, the lights of police cars lit the entire area. Although Phoenix's fancy iconic suit was practically drenched, he paid no mind to it. Where was Apollo?
He found Ema and a few men in coats examining the asphalt ground. Scooting closer, he could see a faint crimson stain, almost completely washed by the relentless rain. It was definitely blood. Ema Skye turned to face him.
"The blood is confirmed to be Apollo's. He can't be too far," Ema smiled reassuringly, but her eyes rested on the ground.
Phoenix began questioning anyone he could, treating the incident as if it were a case. He desperately searched for anything that could hold significance.
But he found nothing. Although the scene was too clean to be normal, there was too little to determine Apollo's whereabouts. Sweat made its way down Phoenix's forehead. But he couldn't give up. Not now. He can't. He just can't.
So he kept searching.
A week passed without progress. A month. Two months.
That night, on June 20th, Phoenix woke at the sound of footsteps, a grape juice bottle still in his hand. Damn, what time was it? He began to turn his head to the clock beside him, but stopped midway.
He felt a hard, cold metal press against his chin.
His protege Apollo Justice was pointing a knife right at him.
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