Author's Note: So this is my first venture into the Ace Attorney fandom and it's with a multi-chapter story! This contains massive spoilers for Dual Destinies. If you have not finished the game, do not read this story. Updates will be made every Monday or Tuesday, depending on my schedule. I've tried to keep characters as in-character as possible. By the way, this is in British English. If you feel there is a problem or an error, you can PM me or mention it in the reviews. Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Until then, enjoy the first chapter!

Rain pounded dismally against the iron bars of the Los Angeles District Prison. Dim moonlight filtered through, painting the features of a shackled prisoner. His grey eyes stared down at the cuffs that bound his hands. Footsteps could be heard approaching, and a guard appeared in the doorway. The sound of jangling keys signalled that the door was unlocked. The prisoner rose silently and exited.

The courtroom's doors swished open and the man was led in. Murmurs and hushed whispers could be heard throughout the room. The man's gaze averted towards the defence bench. He scowled. Standing on the other side was someone he vaguely recognised; a girl clad in yellow with bright orange hair. He dismissed her presence from his mind. She was a stranger to him and so was he.

He let out a sigh of boredom and placed himself by the prosecuting bench. He kept his face hidden; his back turned on the public.

"That's him, I'm sure of it...Prosecutor Blackquill.", whispered the yellow-clad lawyer.

His name was Simon Blackquill, and he was a prosecutor. It seemed strange to be in that particular profession as he was still serving time. Blackquill honestly did not care; the public could shame him, the lawyers could taunt him, but it was none of his concern. They gave him a name that was imprinted like a tattoo.

He was called the "Twisted Samurai".

The nickname suited him as he was clad in a Japanese surcoat; his family crest emblazoned on the back. He tended to swear at people and address them rudely. He would refer to people using out-dated honorifics and nicknames. But he had the will and power of a trained samurai.

"Very well, if both parties have no objections I shall now pass my verdict," The judge cleared his throat. "This court finds the defendant, Damian Tenma, not guilty!"

The judge glanced at the two lawyers on opposing sides, earning nods, he banged his gavel. "That is all."

The elderly judge and all members exited the courtroom in a single file. One of the defense attorneys, Apollo Justice, quickly left with the defendant. A smile on his face as his heart sung out victory. Blackquill's eyes followed Apollo until the door snapped shut.

Silence entered through the cracks in the walls.

The two lawyers stood in the room, no words exchanged. Only the sound of rustling papers filled the room. Occasionally, the fleeting glance; they could have a conversation through gestures - words had always seemed meaningless.

"You can be a bloody nuisance, can't you?" Athena growled at him, zipping her satchel. Her mood matrix turned red with anger.

"It is a murder case, isn't it?" he smirked, eyes boring into hers. His words dripped with sarcasm.

"Now listen–"

She heard herself being cut off by him.

"No. How about you listen?"

Athena looked at the grumpy prosecutor; he had a look of annoyance on his face.

"I don't want to have to cross swords with you again…you go find your cases and I find mine. That way, we won't have to see each other again. Good?"

She nodded slowly. With that, he hastily picked up his belongings and left.

Aura Blackquill stood in the detention centre, her arms folded. The door opened with her brother in shackles. Simon seated himself opposite her; his trademark smirk formed on his lips.

"How was the trial today?" she asked as she took her seat.

"Really, Aura, I never thought you would be interested in the law of all things. Not after that incident in which I-"

She held up a hand to silence him, he looked away for a brief moment.

"Don't remind me of that…All I want to know is, how's the little princess?"

Simon tilted his head; his sister's tone had changed in the sentence. "What are you implying?"

The woman tittered nervously. "Me? I'm not implying anything, just starting a conversation. What's got you so worked up today?"

Simon stared at his shackles. "To say the least, the 'princess', as you refer to her, is wasting her time. Honestly, I was taken by surprise when I saw her. Cykes-dono has changed."

"Who would have thought?" Aura questioned, her eyes met Simon's gaze. "I suppose the princess has a reason for being a lawyer… Perhaps it has something to do with you."

The prosecutor shook his head. "She has disappointed me by trying to be a saviour. I'm murderer beyond redemption. I cannot be rescued."

Aura's expression darkened. "You leave me with no choice, little brother."

With those vague words, the engineer left the room; leaving Simon to ponder.

Phoenix Wright sighed to himself and shook his head while he commenced with his paperwork, Apollo had gone out and Trucy was at school. The office door banged open revealing a very distressed Athena who immediately ran into her office, slamming the door in the process. Short, stifled sobs could be heard from the neighbouring office. After hearing the sounds of crying, Pearl Fey walked in.

"Is that Miss Athena?" she said as she set her book down, gesturing at the door.

"Yes...she seems to be distressed."

Phoenix's face showed signs of worry. He worried for his colleagues like a father would worry about his child. He wondered if something had happened earlier on that day. She had greeted him in the lobby with a smile on her face, flashing her peace sign. Whatever must have happened was affecting her greatly.

"Leave it to me, Mr Nick."

He watched as Pearl shut the door behind her. Anxiety welled up inside him as he tried to finish the last of his work.

Pearl quietly entered. "Athena...?"

The young attorney didn't face her; she stared out of the window with red and raw eyes.

"Please, Pearl, I don't want to see anyone."

"What's wrong?"

Athena shook her head slowly, the young Fey walked over to her.

"Well, if you want someone to talk to, I'm always free."

The lawyer smiled, "Thanks, but I doubt I'll need it."

Athena gestured at the picture of three people, a sad smile cut across her face. It was obvious that she knew the people in the photograph. Pearl figured it held a very dear and sad memory to the lawyer. She assumed one of them might be a relative; her mother, maybe?

"Who are the other people?" The medium tilted her head slightly, referring to a purple haired woman and a man.

"I can't say...I don't want to,"

Before Pearl could persuade her, the young lawyer walked to the door.

"Don't ask me again, please."

Her office door was left ajar, leaving a very confused Pearl Fey.