Self defence turnabout
Hey, start of a new story (Have actually got up to about chapter five handwritten during my free time at work but Professor Layton vs Ace Attorney came out in Britain just over a week ago so I've spent all my free time at home playing that which is why I'm so far behind typing this up) Also I want to add there is a bit of mention of tennis in this and I'm not a huge fan so if I get anything wrong about that then I apologise in advance.
"The court finds the defendant Trey Delacourt...not guilty."
Maya cheered on with the spectators in the gallery, prosecutor Payne looked thoroughly sick of his life as he faced yet another defeat to the bluff king defence attorney.
"Thanks Mr. Wright" Trey beamed "You should come down to my courts sometime" The tennis instructor joked.
"I'm not sure he's coordinated enough for that!" Maya added
'You can talk' he thought sourly. "I may well take you up on that." He told the coach in a 'I'll show you' manner to Maya.
Looking up at the gallery, he spotted a familiar figure, not hard to miss, he stood out a mile.
The figure nodded and made his way to the defence attorney. "Well played Wright, I thought Mr Payne was actually going to succeed for a moment back there."
"Edgeworth, well it's always darkest before the dawn eh?" Wright noticed that he often felt a little awkward when faced with his part time rival/full time friend Miles Edgeworth, but he never could work out why. The prosecutor smiled smugly "Once you've had those lessons, we shall have to have a match." he told Phoenix who wasn't surprised in the least that be would be into tennis.
"You're on Edgeworth!"
Maya sighed "Why is it always a competition with you two? Nick you know he's only offered because he knows he'll beat you, come on it's burger time! Mr Edgeworth you should come too!" The Prosecutor reluctantly agreed and stated. "If or rather when I beat you at tennis Wright, I expect us to go to somewhere a little more sophisticated than a burger joint to celebrate ." he smirked
"We'll see, who knows I could be a natural at it, maybe the next Andy Murray!"
With this Maya started laughing at the defence attorney and dragged him out of the courthouse by his sleeve.
The night had been reasonably event free, Phoenix couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched by the prosecutor, who seemed to look away when he was caught doing so. Phoenix found to his own surprise he didn't mind the attention.
At Mayas constant badgering (he surmised she wanted to see him get his arse kicked by Miles) he had agreed to go see Delacourt the next day.
Edgeworth usually was the first to leave, wanting to politely slip away at the earliest convenience. Tonight however had been an exception, even offering them a ride home so long as Maya cleaned the ketchup and mustard off her hands before she got in his red sports car.
The next day Maya was watching Saturday morning cartoons as Phoenix left for the tennis courts, he had no idea why he was so adamant about it except the fact that beating the smug Miles Edgeworth would be very satisfying.
Once at the site, he overheard a girl getting rather angry with Coach Delacourt. "I've trained my whole life for this! How can it be over?!"
"I'm sorry Angie but no matter how many times you ask, career ending injuries happen sometimes, after what the doctor said, there's no way you can continue without making your shoulder worse, I am truly sorry but it's for the best."
With that the door flew open and the girl barged past Phoenix and left.
Trey left his office looking rather dejected until he saw Wright. "I guess you heard that right?" he asked slightly embarrassed. "Angie Fairbanks was my star pupil but she injured her shoulder in a way that it would affect her game, I couldn't let her continue it'd make it worse. She's been coming in everyday this week asking me to coach her again, anyway you know much about the game?"
Phoenix shrugged "Only what I've learnt from Maya insisting we play Wii tennis."
The pair went to the courts and stopped by the tennis ball machine, after being explained the rules and the three mains swings forehand, backhand and over head, he instructed the defence attorney to switch the machine on and set it to slow to start with, "Usually you can set it from here but the remote control went AWOL yesterday, haven't managed to find it yet."
After a while he was getting more confident of returning the shots within the lines and during a brief pause was sure he caught someone clad in magenta on the other side of the fence, walking over in that direction, the figure disappeared. As he went back something caught his eye, glinting in the sunlight in the rubbish bin. "What's a trophy doing in here?" he asked.
Picking it up he found it was an award given to Angie Fairbanks for under 21's regional champion.
He'd seen the trophy cabinet on his way in and figured he would put it away on his way out.
A little while later aching all over, he headed home, putting the trophy away.
About an hour and a half after he left he received a knock on the door. "Detective Gumshoe? What's up?"
"You need to come to the station with me and answer some questions pal." The tall detective replied in a grave tone.
"What's this about?"
The detective rubbed the back of his head uneasily. "Maybe it would be better if we spoke about this at the station."
Still nonplussed Phoenix followed Gumshoe to his beat up old car parked outside the block of flats.
Back at the station Gumshoe ushered the defence attorney into one of the interview rooms.
"What's going on detective?" Phoenix asked again patience wearing thin.
"Phoenix Wright, you are being charged with the murder of Trey Delacourt."