Haven't written a fanfic in years, but I got this idea over at the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. I'm making it into a comic, but I needed to get the idea out first.
Disclaimer: Don't own Apollo Justice or Death Note.
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Guilty.
The words would not stop echoing in his mind, it was like they were bouncing off walls.
He failed his client, this person that had trusted him to do his best...that witness! It was so obvious that he had been th real culprit, and yet... Everything he said in court had been a lie, he was sure of it! His hand twitched when he lied, but the judge would not listen and that stupid prosecutor just would not shut up and it wasn't fair it wasn't fair! They favored him anyway! He was famous, a celebrity! Of course they would listen to what he had to say, he had years of experience and-
...guilty...
... justice wasn't served at all, was it?
Trucy had been a nice comfort after the trail. She rubbed his arm on the ride home, and made him tea once they got back to the office. Even Phoenix had been nice. They talked. About how sometimes, the justice system failed, and how it was a fact of life. But that was bullshit, because that wasn't justice. Innocent people go to jail, and killers are released into the streets once again.
That night, he couldn't sleep. It was almost 4 in the morning when he finally gave up, and got up. Phoenix had given him the day off anyway, he could afford not to sleep.
He went out for a walk, the usual pattern he followed. And then at the corner of the street, he saw something on the ground. The moment his eyes met the object, he felt drawn to it. Walking with caution, he approached it.
It was a black notebook. He was about to start walking away, but felt something hold him back. Something grabbing him by the hand. It was warm, and comforting.
you're angry boy? there's so much filth in this world...
And if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he heard someone, but it was just him and the...notebook.
pick me up
He did, and it took home. The voice had stayed silent, until he got home.
read it boy
It had to be a joke. A notebook that kills? It was ridiculous, seriously, kids these days... he must be tired, hearing voice-
write his name you know you want to try
It was a stupid prank, or some kid was a little psychotic and when he got angry wrote in this notebook-
try it
-but he was angry too, and it couldn't hurt, could it?
write it down boy you won't regret it
And then, the the man really did die, it was all over the news, and how some had said it was God pushing a man who got away with murder, and Klavier doing a back investigation because it was just to convenient, and Trucy saying how maybe it was a higher power, and Phoenix saying how justice had been served at the end-
it was wasn't it? you are that higher power boy
you are justice
you are god
And Apollo Justice smiled, and agreed.
"I am God."
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