The rookie attorney chewed her hangnail anxiously, her sapphire blue eyes frequently darting towards the gold flower shaped badge that sat on her lapel. The twentieth time she had looked at it, a dark red blob appeared on the centre. She gasped, and tried to find the source of the blob. The source, as it turned out, was her thumb. The removal of her hangnail had resulted in blood being drawn, resulting in a minute amount of blood spilling on her attorney's badge. Dammit! Come on Trucy Justice! It's your first trial! Don't muck it up by tainting your badge with blood! Trucy pulled out her Gramarye hankie and wiped the blood away. The Gramarye hankie had been a gift from her mother, Thalassa Gramarye, from when she had been pregnant with Trucy's baby brother. She stopped a tear from falling when she thought about her mother and baby brother. She had been separated from her mother when, well, when that happened. As a result of that, Trucy had lost all contact with her mother due to the social workers, and had never seen her baby brother. Heck, she didn't even know his name. Some big sister I am.
Trucy looked at the clock. The trial started in twenty minutes, and her client was nowhere to be seen. Great. First I arrive slightly late, then the prosecutor with the whip whipped me for simply being a defense attorney, then I spilt blood onto my badge, and NOW my client is late. How could this day get any worse? Trucy skimmed through the court record for something to do, as she hadn't read it before, she had more important things to do. Defense Attorney, Trucy Justice, Prosecutor, Winston Payne, Victim, Zak Gramarye, Defendant... WAIT! Trucy looked again at the victim's profile. Sure enough, the name 'Zak Gramarye' was written there, in black and white. Trucy's hands shook as she stuffed the court record into her heart shaped bag unceremoniously. No, not Daddy. Tears almost escaped from her eyes, until she remembered. No, I won't cry. Not after what he did. Suddenly she heard the doors slam, and looked around to see who entered (nobody else was in the room, so nobody could've departed).
"Hey Trucy!" A voice greeted. Trucy turned round to find the source of the call, and saw her client, grinning. She wore her famous black hoodie over a blue shirt, red pants and black converse. If you didn't know who this woman was, you weren't a true member of the Los Angeles community. This woman was...
"Dahlia Fey! Why are you so late? The trial starts in fifteen minutes! We still have to talk about the case and stuff!" Trucy chastised. Dahlia put her hands up.
"Hey, don't blame me. Blame my son and my sister! They're the ones who held me up! I had to buy them lunch from McDonalds! Pearly insisted on McDonalds!" Dahlia said defensively. Trucy stared at Dahlia, who was quickly becoming uneasy.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop staring at me!" Dahlia said, but Trucy wasn't paying attention.
"Repeat what you just said." Trucy ordered, not taking her gaze off Dahlia. Dahlia nodded, clearly curious. Dahlia repeated it, until...
"Gotcha! Dahlia, when you mentioned the fact that your sister Pearly had insisted on McDonalds, you scratched your thumb. This nervous habit of yours only happens then, so I think that you insisted on McDonalds!" Trucy concluded proudly. Dahlia stared at the greenhorn in front of her.
"Holy Mew, how did you notice that?" She said, amazed. Trucy tapped her nose.
"A magician never reveals her secrets!" Trucy said.
"You're a defense attorney, not a magician."
Trucy shrugged, and wildly searched for another topic. She started biting her other hangnail now. Dahlia sensed what her attorney was trying to do.
"Let's talk over the case. A defense attorney must always have a pre-trial pep talk with their client. And you should be lucky our client is me! On your first ever trial, you're getting tips from the 'Ace Attorney' herself!" Dahlia laughed, fingering her own attorney badge in her hoodie pocket. In terms of dress code, the two attorneys were very different. Dahlia Fey was dressed very casually, today, as a defendant, and the times when she had defended, so much that she and her assistant Phoenix Wright had earned the nickname 'The Casual Defense'. But Trucy Justice was dressed smartly. She wore a sapphire blue blazer over a white shirt, a light blue tie, blue trousers and black shoes. Her adoptive father, Phoenix Wright, had told Trucy about his adventures with Dahlia. This also included him telling her about the other world, where he is a lawyer, Dahlia is a manipulative murderer and Iris was a really sweet (if a bit too sweet for some people. Heck, even other world Phoenix got a bit sickened by the overbearing sweetness) acolyte at Hazakura. In this other world Phoenix wore a sapphire blue blazer over a white shirt, a red tie, blue trousers and black shoes. Trucy liked the style, so she copied 'Other world Phoenix' but wore a light blue tie, in memory of her mother, not that she knew if her mother was dead or not...
"Hello? Kanto to Trucy? Come in Trucy!" Dahlia said, waving a hand in front of the young attorney's face. Trucy jumped, shocked out of her reverie by a blue hand. She raised a finger to the hand.
"What's happened to your hand?"
Dahlia looked at her hand, and grinned.
"I decided to draw a picture of Cyndaquil in the stuffy old detention center. Does it look good?" The pokemon obsessed attorney asked, showing her the hand. Trucy didn't know what to say. Now that she looked properly at it, it was a very good drawing. The… thing wasn't too thin and wasn't too fat, and it looked so adorable!
"That's an epic drawing of a… cinder pill, was it?" Trucy complimented. Dahlia raised a hand to her mouth.
"Don't you dare mispronounce the good name of Cyndaquil!" The fiery redhead warned. Trucy was alarmed.
"Okay, but only if you let go of my lapels!" Trucy bargained.
"Would the defendant and their attorney please enter the courtroom!" The bailiff called. Trucy went back to chewing on her third hangnail nervously, whilst Dahlia was all smiles, sometimes even waving to someone in the gallery whom she recognized. Very unusual behaviour for someone whose life was resting on a rookie attorney.
"I'll turn you into a hardcore pokemon lover if it's the last thing I do." She muttered under her breath.
"The trial for the murder of Zak Gramarye is now in session." The Judge said, banging his gavel. Trucy gulped. She had never been this nervous in her life. She shot a fleeting look towards her client, who gave her an encouraging grin. Being a defendant must be normal for her. She's been one once, and survived. Who's to say Ms. Fey won't survive again?
"Is the prosecution ready?" The Judge asked. The prosecutor flicked his hair. He was old, and had this weird hairstyle. The top of his head was bald, but he had quite long hair from his ears to the bottom of his neck. He wore a lime green suit, and gave the aura of a man with a big ego.
"Yes, your honour." The prosecutor replied. His voice was rather high and screechy. Not a voice you want to sing you a lullaby.
"Is the defense ready?" The Judge asked, now looking at her. Trucy bit back stammers and replied, "Yes, your honour."
The Judge looked at Trucy with a kindly gaze.
"This is your first time defending, is it not?"
Trucy nodded, and the Judge nodded back.
"Well, all the best of luck to you." He said. Trucy thanked him, and he turned to Dahlia.
"I never thought I'd see you as a defendant again. Long time no see, Ms. Fey. It's been six years since you've had a case, hasn't it?" He said. Dahlia nodded.
"But this time, I know one hundred percent that I didn't do it. I'm ready for whatever accusations the prosecution throws at me. After all, I'm innocent. And I've got an awesome as Mew defense attorney to prove that." Dahlia replied boldly. The Judge nodded.
"Just remember, you will have the same treatment as all the other defendants, even if you are, as they put it, an 'Ace Attorney'. Now, Mr. Payne, your opening statement, if you please." The Judge ordered.
"The victim was Zak Gramarye, a convict in the Los Angeles prison. He was visited by the defendant, Dahlia Fey, and was shot as soon as the victim turned around. The gun bore the defendant's fingerprints, and was in the defendant's backpack when the police searched her. We shall now call the first witness, the defendant herself, Ms. Dahlia Fey." Payne said, and motioned for Dahlia to take the stand, and Dahlia obliged.
"Name and occupation?" Payne asked. Dahlia rolled her eyes.
"Like you don't already know. Anyway, the name's Dahlia Fey. I'm a defense attorney, and the boss of Fey and co. Law Offices." Dahlia stated. Payne tapped the top of his head. It looked idiotic, in Trucy's opinion. Everything about prosecutors was idiotic, in her opinion. The way they just wanted to convict everyone.
"Your testimony, if you please." Payne said. Dahlia complied.
I didn't kill anybody, so you can get that stupid idea out of your head right now.
I didn't kill anybody during DH-2, so why would I kill anybody now?
Anyway, I had just gone to visit Zak at the detention center.
The glass separating us was intact, how would a bullet have gone through? Bulletproof glass, remember?
I left Zak, and less than a minute later I was being searched.
Before you ask, I didn't hear a gunshot. My music was turned up to maximum power.
They found a gun in my backpack, which, incidentally, had my fingerprints on it. I don't know how.
Dahlia finished her testimony, her hands in her pockets, and a relaxed expression on her face. Though Trucy could detect something in her client's expression. She bore the slightest hint of sadness, as well as anger. Poor Ms. Fey.
"That was certainly an… interesting testimony. Are you certain that you don't remember anything about the murder?" The Judge asked, slightly bewildered. Dahlia shook her head.
"Alright then. Does the defense want to cross examine the witness?" The Judge asked Trucy. She put her hands on her hips and adopted a confident posture, even if she was exactly the opposite on the inside.
"The defense will now begin the cross examination."
I didn't kill anybody, so you can get that stupid idea out of your head right now.
"HOLD IT! Ms. Fey, with all due respect, maybe you should, you know, keep your temper under check?" Trucy warned nervously, her hands raking through her hair. Dahlia raised an eyebrow.
"Why should I? I'm being accused of a crime I didn't commit. I was framed, Trucy. I have a right to unleash my temper on you all. Instead of telling me off, you should be grateful I'm not unleashing my full wrath of anger on you all. Just ask my old pal Phoenix Wright for details." Dahlia retorted, laughing at her memories with Phoenix.
"Moving on…" Trucy muttered.
I didn't kill anybody during DH-2, so why would I kill anybody now?
"HOLD IT! What was the DH-2 case?" Trucy asked, puzzled.
"The DH-2 case was the case where Mia Fey was murdered. I was the defendant, and I defended myself. It turned out that other world me killed Mia. I hate other world me. I want to squish other world me into a pulp, and laugh in her face…" Dahlia muttered angrily, wringing her hands around an imaginary neck, muttering something strange. D'arvit? What the heck does that mean?
"Pressing onwards…" Trucy continued.
Anyway, I had just gone to visit Zak at the detention center.
"HOLD IT! Why did you go visit Dad- erm, I mean, Zak? Wasn't he the person who you defended, but aimed to find guilty once he told you that he was?" Trucy asked, masking her slight anger. Sure, she knew that her father was evil, but a little part of her still bore hatred towards prosecutors for putting her father away, and an even tinier part of her (imagine the size of an atom) bore a tiny part of resentment to her role model.
"Yeah, that's the guy. I went to him to talk to him about ZV-3." Dahlia answered.
"Come again?" Trucy questioned. What is it with all these weird case names? Why not call the cases something more memorable and cool, like, hmm... Reunion, and Turnabout?
"The case where I defended Zak, and he was convicted of murder, and something else. I forget." Dahlia explained, examining her drawing of Cyndaquil, occasionally adding a few details on with a blue biro.
"You should know all the details, you were his attorney!" Trucy responded, raising her voice. She didn't like to be reminded about what her father did. She slammed her fists onto the desk. Dahlia seemed surprised by Trucy's reaction.
"Holy Mew, what triggered that reaction?" Dahlia questioned, raising an eyebrow. Trucy raked her hands through her hair.
"It's nothing. Moving on…" Trucy waved away the question. That was close. Everybody could have figured out that Zak is my father.
The glass separating us was intact, how would a bullet have gone through? Bulletproof glass, remember?
Something stirred in the back of Trucy's mind. She saw something contradicting this fact in the court record, she was sure of it. It was something about a hole. She couldn't be sure, she had caught a glimpse when she had dropped the file after seeing her (biological) father's name in the victim section. Trucy steeled herself and looked through the evidence section for the picture and report, and found it. Clutching it in her hand, she drew a deep breath, and…
"OBJECTION! Ms. Fey, if you would, please look at this report and photo." Trucy objected, and handed the evidence to the bailiff, who handed the evidence to Dahlia. Dahlia's eyes widened with each word she read, and widened even more when she saw the photo.
"As you can clearly see, and read, there is a hole with an 18mm radius in the glass. That's enough room for a bullet to get through. I'm sorry Ms. Fey, but I've got to eliminate all contradictions to find the truth." Trucy explained. Dahlia nodded approvingly.
"That's exactly what a true 'Ace Attorney' would've done!" Dahlia complimented. Trucy smiled.
"This just helps the prosecution more! Ms. Fey could have shot the victim when his back was turned!" Payne screeched. Trucy shook her head, put one hand on her hip, and smirked.
"I don't think so Mr. Payne. If you read the autopsy report, it clearly states," Trucy paused for dramatic effect, and performed an epic finger point, "That the victim was shot from at least 2 metres away! In other words, the victim was not shot at point blank range!"
A/N from AA Addict- So this is the sequel to the awesomeness known as 'Dahlia Fey'. Supersexyghotmew95 made this, and I posted it. So now I need to do a double disclaimer! I don't own any of the Ace Attorney characters, and I don't own their AU counterparts either (Dahlia Fey, Trucy Justice etc). I don't own the plot either! All I own is this account, and the ability to post this. :D
A/N from supersexyghotmew95- Thanks for the 401 reviews for 'Dahlia Fey'! I really didn't think the story would get that far. In your reviews you asked for a sequel, so I gave you a sequel! Hope you enjoy it! :D