Prelude ¬ Friendships Regained, Love Lost

Prelude, [Noun] In music, a piece or movement that serves as an introduction to another section or composition and establishes the key.
POV : Apollo Justice


I knew that I couldn't change anything. After all, I was already dead; no one would be able to see me. They wouldn't even be able to hear me.

That is, unless one of the Feys channel me.

But I have to try. If it means I can find out why I died, if it means I don't have to watch them grieve any more, I have to do it.

I can't bear to see those people that were once my closest friends crying any more, the same way I reacted to Clay's death. I can't bear to watch Trucy, my younger step-sister, avoid all the things that reminded her of her memories while I was still alive.

But most of all, I can't bear to watch my two greatest friends, Athena and Klavier, be at odds with each other over my death the same way I was at odds with Athena when Clay was murdered.


Clay was watching me curiously. "Apollo?" He had been the first to greet me after I died./p

From what I can see, everyone at the agency thinks I was murdered. I don't blame them; I don't even know the circumstances to my own death.

Apparently, that's the way it works: We're spared from knowing how we died if we didn't want to know. At least, until someone who knew the true circumstances died and joined you and they tell you. That's how Clay found out how he died. It's the most common way things occur around here.

Unless you decide to find out the truth on your own.

Athena and Klavier were arguing again. Athena believes Klavier killed me, and Klavier thinks (or knows) otherwise. Problem was, just like in Clay's case, all evidence seemed to point the murderer towards Klavier.

If not for the fact I trusted in Klavier, I'd have thought the same.


"...Apollo, stop worrying about it so much," Clay's voice rang out from behind me. The entire duration, he had been watching me fret over the others. "You'll eventually find out how it happened."

"But-" My pleas were interrupted by Clay.

"No, Polly. Say it with me: I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine!"

"But-" Once more, I was interrupted.

"Come on, just say it! I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine!"

Eventually, I gave in. "I'm Apollo Justice and I'm... fine?"

"Say it properly!"

"I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine!"

That went on for quite a long while, but it certainly helped. Afterwards, Clay was smiling happily and I was less focused on what was going on in the human world. For a while, at least.

I was still aware that Athena and Klavier are still arguing, of course. And no matter how much I pretend, I'll still be more worried for them than I will be for anyone else.


A/N : Sad stories are my area. This has a POV-based format, and the next one is Clay. I'm sorry if Clay is out of personality - I don't know his personality past "SPAAAAAACE" so... Yes, all the chapters will be on the short side- after all, each chapter showcases a specific character's side of the story at a point in time.

Edit : There was a glitch in the document after I saved it, so all sorts of weird things appeared. I'm sorry. This version has been updated to remove all weird things and reformat everything to the original state.