Phoenix Wright was exhausted. Tired as he was, he let his thoughts wander as he relaxed on his couch, and his mind returned to the day's court case. He had just finished battling against the teenage prosecutor, Franziska von Karma, and her whip had left marks across his chest. Even so, he had beaten her and no one could say that it was an easy battle.
Looking down at the patchwork of whip marks that marred his torso, he sighed. The girl certainly knew how to make an impression on people, that was for sure. She had definitely taken up permanent residence in his mind as people never to make mad if not entirely necessary. Franziska shared that space with Manfred von Karma, and….
No, I don't want to think about him. Anyone but him.
The defence attorney stood up, stretching his arms up and back. "Ugh, I need to eat." Glancing at the clock, he was shocked to see that it read 9:27 PM. He had fallen asleep instantly after returning home, and he was still in his suit and attorney's badge. "God, I need to eat!"
Walking past piles of dirty clothes and just junk in general, he finally made it into his kitchen. Pulling open the fridge, he stared at the scattered sections of food. Chinese takeout, some ramen, a piece of frozen pizza, and some strawberry jam stared back at him.
"Well this is great." Grabbing the takeout (because he didn't have to heat that up), he picked up some chopsticks and began shoveling the stuff into his mouth. Phoenix hadn't realized how hungry he actually was, and how hungry he would still be after a carton of cheap food. Stomach rumbling, he threw open the fridge, and grabbed the frozen pizza. Putting it in the microwave, the spiky-haired lawyer watched it revolve.
It's been a year since that case.
The numbers ticked down, 20, 19, 18.
It's been a year since that verdict.
17, 16, 15, 14.
It's been a year since….the note.
13, 12, 11, 10, 9.
It's been a year since he-
8, 7, 6, 5.
No, I can't think about that.
4, 3.
He's gone.
2.
Forever.
1….
The loud beep of the microwave startled Phoenix back to reality, along with a ring at the door. "Ack!" Opening the microwave and putting his pizza on a plate, he maneuvered his way to the front door. Who would be coming over this late? It wouldn't be Maya, she would be at home watching the Pink Princess finale. It couldn't be Franziska, she hated him too much to come to his house and politely ring the doorbell.
Who was it?
Tripping over a box, Phoenix was sent sprawling, running into the front door. The shove he accidentally gave the door opened it, and it flew open. "Owww!"
Still on the ground, the attorney rubbed his head. Eyes closed, he stood up, using the door as a crutch. "Who is it?" Looking around, he saw that no one was there. "Huh?" Taking a step forward so that he could see more, his foot came in contact with a small box. Bending down to pick it up, he examined the front.
It was a wooden box, smooth and shiny. Turning it over, Phoenix found that on the back was a letter. The letter had "Phoenix Wright" written on it in impeccable cursive, and that was what he opened first.
"Huh? What's this?" Confused, he shook the letter. A single picture fell out, and fluttered to the ground. Grabbing the photo, he looked at it. The smiling faces of Larry, Edgeworth, and himself looked back, happy and content. He immediately hated it. How could someone send this to him when it was obvious who he didn't want to think about?
Forcing himself not to rip the picture up into tiny pieces, he opened the box. Inside, a single Steel Samurai figurine lay, along with a note in the same cursive as the envelope. The rest of the box was empty, but a smell of vanilla drifted out of it. Where had he smelled that before? He couldn't remember, but it was definitely familiar. Tearing his mind from that, he picked up the piece of paper.
The note simply said "Keep them."
Who sent these? Could it be Larry? Nah, he wouldn't do that, he'd probably just give it to Kiyance or whoever he's dating now.
But who else would have the photo?
Is he….
No!
He's gone now.
Forever.
And no one can bring him back.
Right?
