Hey :)
This story is set at the end of 'Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney: Justice For All' 7 years after the bad ending on the last episode "Farewell, My Turnabout." And beware for spoilers.
In case you haven't come across the bad ending, Phoenix Wright gets the "Not Guilty" verdict on Matt, but instead Adrian Andrews must go to prison in his place, on De Killer's word that Adrian Andrews was his client. Phoenix runs out of the courtroom and runs away and feels guilty of Adrian Andrew's sentence. He never saw Maya again, but trusts that De Killer set her free as he promised.
I do not own any of the characters so far or ace attorney, but I will introduce my own character within the story. :P
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Goddess95:)
Summary:
After seven years of hiding in the dark, after running away from the case where he set a killer free and imprisoned an innocent woman in his place, Phoenix Wright was a defense attorney no more. Running away from his guilt and his past with his best friend, creating a new life in a new city, Phoenix gets an unexpected call from an all too scruffy detective. Can a trial against family, even a sibling rival, of the murder of her own child, bring back the fire of Phoenix Wright, the legendary Ace Attorney?
Return to Turnabout
*Huff*Huff*Huff*
(This… this is torture! I'm… I'm so puff… puffed out.)
*Huff* Huff*Huff*
Phoenix, help me Pheeny. Please, Pheeny, save me.
(I can't take this anymore!) The screams and cries of what seemed like children were deafening, echoing through my ears like a ball bouncing on walls. Why are these screams haunting me?! Why me. Why do these things follow me, everywhere I go?! I ran as hard as I could. Not that I knew what exactly I was running from… or to, to be exact, but it didn't matter.
I… I c…. can't help you. I… f… failed you.
I'm hopeless. Useless. I don't deserve to be a lawyer, to hold a life in my hands. Who am I kidding. I'm no hero, I can't save a life. I'm a failure.
Nooo Pheeny! Save me! Don't let them do this! Phoenix please... my little girl... I didn't.... I…. I'm not guilty!
S… stop! Please!
I clasped my hands to my ears as I collapsed into darkness, trying to block the screams and cries, the plead of a yet familiar voice, but did no good. It just got louder and louder. This… it can't be happening. This is as way far as reality can go.
Pheeny
N… no! I… I'm just a guy! I… I can't save you! Leave me alone!
Pheeeny!
ARGH! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
Phoenix! Phoenix! PPHHOOEENNIIXX! WAKE UP DUDE!
(Wh… What?) I could feel a pair of hands around my shoulders, viciously shaking me. I opened my eyes alarmed, to be met with burning light and a voice. I felt tears and sweat roll down my cheeks as I sprung forward and hit my head onto something hard. Really hard. Ouch.
"Jesus God damn it, watch it will you?"
I opened my eyes and met gaze with a man. I darted my gaze behind him to the window and shielded my eyes from the New York sun peaking over the sky-high buildings and peak hour rush of New York City. The goofy guy, now noticing my gaze, walked to the window and closed it.
"Man, speak of waking the dead." He muttered.
Now able to look at my surroundings, I fell back onto my bed and sighed a really long sigh of relief. I was back in my crummy apartment with my crummy room mate. I didn't know what was worse; the dream I had or living in a cheap apartment that's supported under my room mate's, Larry's, job as a pizza delivery guy at Mamma Theresa's. I guess that's what you get when you run away to the sleepless Big Apple on now plan and no money.
"Dude, are you feeling alright?"
Just…. Just a dream. It was all a dream.
"Y…. yeah Larry. F… fine." I muttered.
But I wasn't. My head was pounding and I couldn't help but not ignore the churning in my stomach. But Larry didn't have to know about last nights trip to the bar. God help me if he did. He had a big thing against that. But the dream was something else. Oh, and it's not like I could forget it in a few days, like every other nightmare. This particular dream was haunting me, reoccurring until I go mad.
"Well I'm not!" he snapped suddenly.
Confused and still half asleep, and suffering a major headache, I sighed a quiet 'huh' and got up to make my morning coffee and take an asprin.
"Aw no" he said as he looked in the mirror. "That's going to leave a mark, you know. And I have a date tonight to"
What's new? Larry Butz always had a date for the night everynight. The only thing was, he couldn't keep it for more than one hour. I try as much as I can to not be here when the waterworks come. There have come many a times when I had to drag him out of trouble. There was a saying, if something smelt, it was usually the Butz. But relationships were never my thing, especially if it involved Larry's many broken hearts. I'm telling you, when your life is as worthless as mine, nothing really matters anymore. Relationship advice is way out of my league. Noticing my doubting smirk, he sighed.
"This one's different" he said. "She's a keeper."
"Let me guess" I said as I sipped some hot black coffee. "Supermodel, blonde, expensive, loves dogs. Am I right?"
"Aw, how did you know?" He said confused.
I smiled as I eyed the stack of vogue magazines with the same blonde model on the cover hidden under the desk and the pink dog collar around his wrist, engraved Nelly and Larry with little heart diamantes. It looked like it was worth a mint alright, probably something to soften the "It's-just-not-working-out. It's-not-you,-it's- me" moment, that always comes on a second date with Larry Butz. By the end of the week, he almost looks like a hustler, dripping with ex-girlfriend 'bling'.
"Just a vague guess."
If I wasn't mistaken, I could almost see a hint of doubt in his eye as well. Maybe the dumped-master is actually having a breakthrough here…
"Maybe the lawyer instincts are starting to kick in again" He said with a laugh. But I wasn't laughing. Far from it, actually. Just the word, "Attorney" or "lawyer" was another thorn in my side. All it did was bring back memories of the case of which ended my career as a professional attorney.
Realizing this, Larry quickly started to change the subject.
"Ahem… Gosh dude… you look terrible. Have you thought of brushing your teeth? Like, there are such things as tic tacs…" Then he stopped in mid sentence and looked hard at me, desperatly wishing the coffee made me look more sober. "wait… last night, you weren't…" Before he could finish the sentence that I was dreading, my phone rang next to me.
"Hold that thought Larry" I said. Thank god. Saved by the bell. It didn't occur to me what
*beep*
"Hello? ... Yes… this is Phoenix Wright… wait… hold it. Listen… I don't… I can't… who is this? How do you know about… WHAT?!.... she..... I… can't… I won't…. f…fine. B… bye detective…."
*beep*
"Detective?" Larry said alarmed.
"Larry, I… I have to go." I said with all seriousness.
"Go? Where ever man, I'm your man. Where you want to go? Police Dept…?" Larry said with a confused face.
I shook my head.
"You ain't dating a detective are you? I mean, that wasn't some hot detective that asked you out was it?" Larry said astonished.
"No Larry" I said with a laugh. "Be serious for once in your life"
"When am I not?" Larry said smiling. "So where you going to go then?"
I hesitated. I promised him never to go back to my past…. but I couldn't just leave this. Even if it was just to visit.
"Back Larry. There's… some business I have to do." I said quickly, pouring my half-finished coffee down the drain as I waited for Larry to burst.
"WHAT?! Oh no Phoenix." Larry said as he rolled his eyes. Realizing I was serious, his face dropped a mile. "Hey, we agreed we would leave all that behind dude."
"Larry, I'm sorry. This is different. Can you drop me off at the airport?" I said as I grabbed coat.
"Y… your really going to do it… aren't you." Larry said, the first time I've ever seen him serious. "All the lessons on starting new… all that time getting over the past? Moving to New York?"
"I know, Larry. I know. But I have to."
"Ok Phoenix. I'll come with you. What's a buddy for eh?"
"What about your date Larry?"
"… I never did like dogs, or pink dog collars. She was stuck up anyway. It was so over before it even started."
"She was going to dump you wasn't she?"
"Right on." He said as his face ell once again. I felt a jab of sympathy for the guy, I mean, he was dumped, slapped and punched by so many girls and their boyfriends that I'm surprised Larry still has feeling in his face. But he's been a great friend to me, from even in school, he was there for me. "Thanks Larry."
"Who knows, maybe that Maya chick still available" he said as he scratched the back of his head.
I sighed a sort of happy sigh. I really wouldn't want to have any other best friend.
"Oh Larry"
(My name is Phoenix Wright, but I am no longer a defense Attorney. It's been 7 years since that case, and even now I haven't come to forgive myself for ending an innocent persons life with false justice. Everything suddenly began to crumble. I ran away and didn't come back. Not ever. I avoided everything form my past by turning in my badge, creating a new life in a new city with my best friend Larry. I vowed never setting foot in a court room again. After a while, I began to slip off the earth easily, and my disapearence lost it's pinch. I never saw Maya again, but I trusted De Killer let her go. I disappeared from the world, and now, I am an un-professional pianist. I can't help anyone. Not now. I am just a simple man now. Just Phoenix Wright, and that's all I will ever be. But this is the only family I have left, and at the end of the day, hate her or not, family is family, and I have to try and save it.)
