THIS IS THE OFFICIAL SEQUEL TO "INDECISION"

Um…Yeah, I kind of wrote the sequel to a story before actually completing the story in question. How stupid am I?

Part One: Shock

Chapter One: The case

It was dark. A spiky haired man lay on his bed with the covers wrapped tightly around him, not yet quite asleep. Outside, it had just started to snow. He wondered about the little things.

"I wonder if it's possible to capture each individual snowflake…" He thought.

The steel Samurai tone started to play.

"I thought I put it on vibrate!" he said to himself. Putting on the signatory blue suit, tie, and pants, he went over to pick up the phone. "Wright and Co. Law offices!"

"Hey Pal! What took you so long to answer??"

"I was getting dressed. It's awfully cold, you know."

"Never mind that! One of our guys just shot a criminal!"

"I'm sure the police have their hands full." He surmised rather uncaringly.

"I need you to be his lawyer! He's a friend of mine!"

"On such short notice? When's the trial?"

"Tomorrow! You can work miracles can't you?"

"Tomorrow? I'm afraid I can't do it Detective."

"Come on, Pal! You owe me. It's your fault my salary's so low!"

"Sorry detective, I've got a date tomorrow!"

"It's a matter of life and death here!"

"Detective…"

"Come on, Pal! You know me…I would never lie to you!"

"…"

"At least hear me out! Come down to the precinct right away. I'll make sure you get all the intel on the case."

"Detective…" The blue suited attorney thought to himself. "Should I take it?" He sighed. He did owe the detective a great amount of favors.

"All right, I'll come. If Iris gets angry it's your fault."

"Thanks pal! That great girl would never get mad at you!"

He hung up the phone. It was time to go. He grabbed a nametag that read "Phoenix Wright", pinned his Attorney's badge onto his suit, and put on his watch.

"Feenie?"

A black haired girl with braids walked out from a bedroom rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing up so early?" It was apparent she was giving it her all to not yawn.

"Sorry, I've got to take a case for that Detective. I guess we'll have to call off the date?"

"It's no problem." She said. "I understand."

"If there's anything wrong…I mean…we could have fun investigating to..geth.." He cut off uncomfortably.

"No really!" She gave him a bright smile. "It's OK! I understand. As long as you don't leave me forever…I'll always be by your side."

Phoenix was relieved. "Heheh, you're the best, I don't deserve you."

"You've got it backwards" she teased. "I'm the—"

"No contest! I'll be back later!"

She watched him leave. Inside, she felt rather warm and fuzzy. It was almost unreal how once again she was reunited.

***

"Gumshoe, I hope you're happy."

The shabby detective looked anything but happy.

"Err…Officer Kiriya, this is a friend of mine, Phoenix Wright." He gestured to the attorney. "Mr. Wright, this is Officer Kiriya. He's the accused."

"Hi, so…um…what happened?"

"Well…" the detective began.

Kiriya held a hand up to silence him. "Good Detective, your field work left me speechless with the level of incompetence it demonstrated. Please, if you must contribute anything, let it be evidence."

"Urp…" Gumshoe shut his mouth. It was obvious that he still looked up to the officer as a superior. "Well…here's the autopsy report."

"Thank you, Detective." Phoenix took the autopsy report and looked it over.

Name: Jared Smith

Age: 27

Time of death: between 10:00 PM and 10:45 PM.

Victim died from a gunshot wound through left eye. Death was instantaneous.

Shot fired from about 30 feet away. Caliber matches accused's issued sidearm.

"OK, Mr…Kiriya, was it?"

"Yes"

"Err…what exactly happened?"

He smiled. "So, you want to hear my version of events?"

"Yes…" Phoenix was silent for a moment, then thought it couldn't hurt to add a "Sir".

"Well, I was doing my regular patrols, as successor to the Chief of Police."

"Wait, a chief of police doing patrols?"

"Why yes, I take it upon myself to bend the rules ever so often."

"Right, right, continue…"

"I had heard a radio broadcast at exactly 7:43 that night that a certain fugitive had escaped from prison in our neighboring city. He had hijacked a car on the highway from a certain couple and drove here. I immediately assumed control of a civilian car and pursued him to a forest. He was armed with a small shotgun, however, it was not aimed at me. In fact, he had already dropped it thirty yards before I shot him. My reflexes took over my body and a put a bullet through his eye."

"So…about what time would you say you had met the victim?"

"I remember the car chase as being around 20 minutes. I got in the car sometime after eight."

"Yes, and the foot chase?"

"Sharp, Mr. Wright. Well, I followed him into the forest. I would assume it was about another fifteen minutes. He ran out of wind by then."

"So…when would you say the incident occurred?"

"Nine thirty, approximately."

"But, this autopsy report claims that the victim died after ten. And…it also states that death was instantaneous."

"I don't know. All I know is, I did indeed shoot the man."

"Are you serious?" Phoenix turned to the detective. "Do you expect—"

"Have you met Lana Skye, Mr. Wright?" It was the officer.

"Why…yes…how do you--?"

"She is the head prosecutor, and I was the second in command of the police force. It seems natural that we knew each other. Do you know what she always says? You should never believe your client."

This struck Phoenix as odd. "B-but…I can't defend a guilty client! Especially…not one that says…"

"Were you listening, Mr. Wright? I stated I put a bullet through his eye. I did not ever say that I killed him."

"What????" Phoenix was confused. "Then what…"

"I believe he was already dead when I shot him. I did it just to certify his unfortunate fate."

"Then…" Phoenix was speechless.

"The rest, I leave to you, Mr. Wright."

He turned around. It was just like when Lana Skye had been his client.

"These police buffs must have the same mind, you think?" He thought to himself.

"Gumshoe…"

"He's the only one left that still vouches for my job, Pal! Come on! Help a guy out!"

Pheonix didn't know what to think. Mia's words rang at him "Always believe in your client." But how could he, when his own client told him to not believe?

"Alright…Gumshoe, I'll see. When's the trial?"

"Tomorrow"

"That'll be enough time for something at least. I should start investigating"

"Thanks pal, I owe you a million." Gumshoe waved a goodbye.

Outside, there was a police car waiting for him to take him home. As he got in, he dialed a number.