Author's Notes: This is the result of too much Gatorade & a twisted, corrupted mind that over-analyzes everything.
My first Ace Attorney fanfiction – about Naruhodo & Phoenix.
This is probably a world record.
Disclaimer: Ace Attorney belongs to CAPCOM.
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L E G E N D
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'texttexttext' – Naruhodo's thoughts
P.S. – ALL MISSPELLINGS IN ITALICS (besides thoughts) ARE INTENTIONAL. THIS IS SUPPOSEDLY 'ENGRISH' OR BROKEN ENGLISH, SINCE NARUHODO IS JAPANESE. THE REST OF THE MISSPELLINGS ARE THE RESULTS OF AN AUTHOR'S DISTRESS AND CONSTANT BANGING ON THE KEYBOARD.
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I always think of myself as unique. Different. Special, even.
The only one who wears cheap blue suits, the only one who wears red – pink ties, the only one who shoves his attorney's badge into everyone's faces, the only one who had a porcupine's butt for hair, the only one who points his fingers and actually mistakes it for a superpower at times.
But – eventually, I have to stand corrected.
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"Naruhodo-kun!"
I am preparing to run away the moment I hear her voice.
Mayoi bounds up to me, a wide, huge grin on her face (which normally means trouble for me), and she clasps her hands together as if she has a great idea. Most of these ideas, however, only trouble me and cause great misfortune. Then again, with such a happy shine in both her eyes, how could I have ever said 'no'?
Wait. Was she going to ask me for hamburgers?
Maybe I really should run away.
"Naruhodo-kun! Naruhodo-kun! You'll never guess what I found out!" she exclaims with such vigor that I have to cover my ears to keep it from exploding into a billion tiny pieces. Mayoi giggles, and I sigh.
"What is it this time?" I ask, resigned to take on whatever it is she has planned in that little head of hers. Mayoi giggles again, and giggle number two is normally a sign that I have to run away. It is a sign of pure evil.
She takes out a newspaper and points out a name.
"Feenikkusu Raito?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and looking at her with a look that reads: 'ohmahgawdwhatthefockareyouthinking?' Mayoi ignores the look and squeals in delight. Another sign that I must run away. "Yes! Feenikkusu Raito! Look at his picture!" She is on the verge of screaming now. I have to try my hardest not to cringe.
Nonetheless, I look at the picture.
And this is the time that it is I who is doing the screaming.
"Oh my God!" I shout, nearly jumping from where I stand and falling backwards onto the floor. Mayoi beams evilly; she is planning something I most certainly will not approve.
'Shit.'
The man she is telling me about looks, very much, like me. He has spiky hair, the same cheap blue suit, the same pink tie, the same way of pointing, the same look of intense determination in his – dark black eyes. It is a small difference; you have to look very hard to notice it, but it's there.
"You're going to America, Naruhodo-kun!" Mayoi announces, taking out a ticket from God knows where and shoving it in my face. I blink and twitch. "Where'd you get the tickets for that?" I manage to get enough courage to ask, and Mayoi grins.
"From the Naruhodo & Co. Law Offices savings account," she says simply, and I am ready to faint at that point.
"M-Mayoi! I don't have the time to go to America!" I shout, despite myself, staring at her with another one of my 'looks'. "Besides, you're not supposed to get my money without my permission! That was not in the contract!" I add, not quite sure whether the Chief had prepared some sort of contract for Mayoi's participation in the office or not.
Mayoi pouts defiantly and puts her hands on her hips. "You are going to America, and these tickets are non-refundable. You are going there and you are going to meet Raito-san, and you are most definitely getting a picture with him!" she retorts, and puts the ticket in my pocket.
"Now go get packing, or I'm kicking you out of this office myself with nothing to take to that place!"
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It is with this conversation, and how said conversation ended, that I am now sitting on a plane taking me somewhere to take a bunch of other connected flights to finally get me to America. It is obvious that I'm not really as enthusiastic as Mayoi is about all this 'getting to know your twin and becoming his best friend or even more (though I don't know how much more myself)' business. I find no amusement in shipping myself to America to meet someone I barely even knew. Someone who strangely looked almost exactly like me.
And yet, when finally I am done with my flights, and I step my foot on the grounds of Rosu Anjuresu, I feel a small surge of adrenaline course through me. I am at a new place, a new country – though unfortunately not a new time (though I am quite through with thinking of the future; Mayoi has given me enough to think about).
Waiting for my luggage along the conveyer belt, I squint my eyes at the numerous signs atop me. Departures and arrivals, different rooms (the restroom apparently being the place with the most trafficking occurring). It is almost like Japan, except for the fact that everything is in Ingurisu. This makes me feel glad I have learned the language. Otherwise, I would never be able to survive.
When I finally see my luggage, I have to scramble through crowds of people to retrieve it, since it is almost into the door to go through the whole rotating process again. Finally getting the accursed bag, I hold the handle and roll it along the walks to go through the necessary procedures to eventually reach my exit.
It is with hope and obvious excitement that I finally step out into the beaming, blazing sun of Rosu Anjuresu and remove my grip from my luggage bags to extend my arms. I take in my surroundings, the people walking around like robots; screaming into their phones as the noise of the crowds is unbearable.
It takes me a few moments to realize that there is a hand on my shoulder, and another source of warmth – which I have now come to terms with as body heat.
"Wright? Whatever are you doing at the airport, of all places?"
It takes all of my self-control not to break down screaming in utter hysterics.
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Author's Notes: Yeah… Naruhodo's in Rosu Anju—I mean, Los Angeles, to meet Fee—Phoenix. This Engrish is getting stuck in my head. Frick.
I hope this has satiated the hunger of people wondering whether Naruhodo & Phoenix were separate entities. Now you know. They are different – at least, in my eyes. I bet you can all guess who says that last line there. But, I leave it up to your imagination.
'Til the next chapter. Be sure to leave a review for criticism, comments (and so I'll update quicker and feel important – uh, nevermind) etc. It will be greatly appreciated.
I possibly may not continue if this is not reviewed; it means it wasn't interesting at all and therefore a complete waste of my time. I may continue, though, out of my own personal gain, though it is highly likely I will not.