Here we go, my first Phoenix Wright fanfic! In which Matt Engarde and Richard Wellington share a prison cell and learn a powerful lesson at the end. (also, Richard hooks up with someone.) So, let me know if I did okay on the first chapter!

"Alright. Get in there, you," the blue-haired woman instructed as she roughly shoved a young man into a prison cell. "Wellington," she called, "Come meet your new cellmate."

The man winced as he was being pushed, but regained his composure. Flipping his hair back over his eye, he scanned the cell. Sitting on one of the bunks and sulking, he saw a boy who looked to be in his late teens. His hair was mostly black, but with one blonde lock that stuck out. He was wearing a too-blue outfit, a white scarf, glasses and… was that mascara? The skin on his neck seemed to be somewhat raw from… something.

The teenager looked up from the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, since he didn't really feel like looking directly at him, he noticed a nervous-looking young man who seemed a bit put off. His sandy-brown bangs fell across his right eye, completely hiding that side of his face. Certain areas on his skin were raw and even bleeding, as if he'd been struck several times.

There was a thick silence between them, but after a while the boy broke it by quietly asking, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" the man repeated.

"I asked first," the teenager said, now looking the man in the eye. He seemed angry.

"I asked last," the man retaliated.

The teenager sighed. He wasn't in the mood for arguing. "Richard Wellington," he muttered.

"I'm Matt Engarde," the man said.

The two sat in silence for another minute, and finally Richard had to ask. "Where did you get those wounds?"

"When I tried to resist arrest, this girl attacked me with a whip," Matt explained. "Pretty harshly, too. You'd probably like her though, dude."

Richard winced. Did he just call me dude?

"Explain to me how I would like someone who attacks people with whips," he requested, flatly.

"Well," Matt began, "I admit that she was pretty deadly. I heard her dad actually killed a guy once. She was cute, though. Ice-blue hair, grey eyes, a nice body… and a killer whip. Seriously, dude. I'd ask her out if I could, but I don't think she'd let me."

Alright. Twice was enough, Richard decided. "Dude, stop calling me dude." He paused, and his annoyed expression slowly turned into one of horror as he realized what he'd just said. "ACK! IT'S SPREADING!"

"Oh! Sorry, dude," Matt said.

But Richard was not convinced. "NOOOO! NOT MY FIRST-RATE SELF! I WILL NOT BE SADDLED WITH SLANG VOCABULARY!"

"Too late, dude," Matt said, in a slightly taunting manner.

Richard screamed some more, and fell with a thud onto the cold, concrete floors. His screams eventually gave way into choking sounds. Wait… choking sounds? That couldn't be right. As Matt leaned closer, he gasped in shock. Richard was tugging as hard as he could on both ends of his scarf, which was still around his neck. He was… strangling himself!

Matt immediately grabbed the scarf and yanked it away from Richard, ending his self-torture for the moment. "Dude, what the hell?! Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Richard refilled his lungs, and stared at the floor. "Maybe…" he muttered.

"Dude, that's sick! If you were so first-rate, you'd know better!"

Richard sighed. "I know," he muttered, "It's just… It's a problem I can't seem to solve. It's… maddening. Ever since I was a child, I've always thought that I could solve all my problems with self-strangulation. Now I know I'm just creating new, even worse problems for myself. And being in prison doesn't help one bit. It's all that lawyer's fault! That stupid, spiky-haired son of a…"

"Spiky hair?" Matt interjected, cutting him off. "Dude, no way…"

Okay, first chapter, so far so good. Kinda short, but oh well. Review meow