Oh hey. Look, a Phoenix Wright fanfiction! After swiftly getting into the series, finishing the trilogy plus Apollo Justice, while in the middle of playing Dual Destinies, this idea decided to come out and bother me for a crap ton of times!
So, that's why I decided to let it out and convert it into a story! That's all I can say, let's get on with the story and I hope you guys like it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Ace Attorney series, but I DO own some of the OCs that may be present in this story.
Time: ?
Location: ?
The light of the moon pierced the darkness, illuminating the world enough for the world to keep on moving. A man stepped up to what seems to be an apartment complex and looked directly at the sixth floor. His fist clenched, and he lowered his head and entered the building.
"Ah! I didn't expect for you to visit at such late night. Please, come in!"
A besepctacled man holding a cane opened his door, a hooded figure on the other side, his face obscured by the shadow of his hood. The man let him in, of course. The one in the hood wordlessly entered the room, following the owner.
The bespectacled man walked up to his coffee maker, wherein he grabbed two mugs of freshly brewed coffee, slightly steaming. He placed down one on the counter for his visitor to take, while kept the other for himself.
The host took a slight sip from his coffee, not even the slightest of bothered by its high temperarature.
"So, mind telling me what's with the sudden visit? It must be important if you were willing to go out this late at night."
His question remained unanswered, as the second person instead walked up to the mug of coffee. He pulled out his hand from his pockets, revealed to be gloved, and gently brushed it against the mug, feeling its smooth texture. He looked up to his host and finally spoke.
"I've come to reap what you sowed, you scum bag."
The man blinked, clearly confused at what his visitor implied. "Excuse me?" he asked. "I'm afraid I don't-argh!"
He cried in pain as the hooded man threw the mug of coffee straight into his face. The porcelain cup, was of course, reduced to nothing but fragments, the steaming hot liquid splashing all over his face. He grunted in pain as he stumbled back and let go of his cane to soothe his cheek.
"W-what the hell?! Why are you assault-oof!"
He was cut off, by a fist straight to his burned cheek, causing him to fall down and drop his own mug. The bespectacled man flinched and gritted through his teeth as he felt his back be scartched by the shards of his mug and be scalded by the coffee. He fought the pain and looked up, only to see it wasn't his hooded visitor, but another person entirely!
Before he could speak out his surprise, he was promptly silenced with a stomp to his stomach, making him gasp as he lost his breath.
His assailant brought out some things, akin to restrictors, and placed it over his wrist and feet. The newcomer smirked at him and proceeded to dish out a very brutal beating to the poor man. The guy in the hood did nothing of the sort to stop the assault. He stood in the background, his mind on other things. Why should he stop the intruder?
After all, he let the guy in.
Minutes after, the savage beating was finished. The bespectacled was heavily bruised, yet miraculously, his cheeks weren't swelling nor did he lose any teeth, his glasses completely cracked. The intruder twisted the man's arms and proceeded to break them.
The host screamed in pain. The volume increased tenfold as the intruder pulled them and locked it around him, fully restraining him. He looked at his visitor, confusion and pain present on his wounded face.
"W-what have I ever done to you?! Why do you do this to me?! I've done you no wrong! Tell this man to let me go!" begged the man, clearly panicking.
"Is that right, you forger?" spoke up the hooded person.
The owner of the room gasped, his facial features contorted in that of shock at what the hoooded man said. The hooded person reached over his back and grabbed something by the handle. Slowly, he pulled it up, revealing a longsword. The man in spectacles started to panic and thrashed about, struggling to get himself free.
"I know everything you've done. Every trial you did...all of them heavily relied on your forgery. As if I could ever forget that fact. You...it was your fault that I and her suffered for these past years! You confessed to me your crimes all those years ago. And now, you pay with your life!"
The hooded one charged right at the two, sword poised to stab. The intruder grinned at the restrained man and pushed him straight into the blade, swiftly impaling him in the stomach. The owner of the room gaped, blood leaking out from his mouth. The one in the hooded grabbed him by the face and stared into his eyes.
He said nothing, and promptly pulled out his blade and swung it upwards, slashing the man from his stomach up to his torso, more blood spurting out The man's eyes were completely wide open, shaking in fear as he tried to stop the bleeding. But alas, all was for naught. He fell down, his eyes losing the life it once held as his arms fell limply to the side.
The person in the hood stared at the corpse with pure satisfaction, his blade covered dripping with the bespectacled man's blood.
"Finally. Maybe now, I can see her smile again and we can rest."
"Not quite yet." announced the third party. "We need to "clean up" this mess, first. Then, you can rest."
The one in the hood was silent for a moment, right before agreeing with his companion. "You're right. Let's get started."
What he did was righteous. What he did was justified. No one would miss the now dead man. After all, no one cares about criminals.