Yay! My second story! Thanks for reading this story. Enjoy the first chapter!
Wocky Kitaki is a nineteen-year old gangster heir with a bullet in his heart. Trucy Wright is a bubbly fifteen-year old magician with a dark past. Trying to help this boy is something she must do, because if she doesn't, something might get to him before the bullet does. In the same way, he needs to help her, being the light to outshine her dark past.
Disclaimer: Capcom owns the Phoenix Wright series—I just write about it.
Original fan fiction by: Michelle V.
Everyone walking by had fear stricken into them. The grunts and raised voices could be heard from the street. There was a fight going on in the Kitaki Mansion.
Well, it wasn't a fight fight; it was more of an argument.
"Lemme go! I'm gonna see my Alita!"
"Wocky, you can't go! You two have completely different feelings toward each other!"
"Sorry, Ma, but I gotta do this!"
When Wocky was gone and away from her clutches, Little Plum sighed. "When will that boy learn? I swear, the next time I see that kid…" she drew a part of her blade from her seemingly normal broom.
Wocky ran out of the mansion and onto the street. He darted into People Park to escape the words his mother had burned into his skull. You two have completely different feelings toward each other.
He kept walking. He HAD to visit her. "Damn it, Wocky! Why do you still love her? She ain't your Alita anymore," Wocky yelled at himself, still trudging through the park.
Then, someone sprinted past him. He was clothed in a robe and had a weird hat on, and holding something blue and pink.
Then, chasing after the robed man was a flash of light blue.
"Give me back my panties, Stickler!" the girl clad in light blue yelled.
Wesley Stickler scoffed, trying to run faster. "No, my dear magician! This curiosity MUST be cured, before I go utterly mad!"
They ran in circles past Wocky, who froze in place. What… the hell? Wocky thought, staring at the two. He then recognized Trucy, who was chasing after her stolen Magic Panties. Oh, it's the shorty. And she needs those panties from the perv. Awright, le's do this.
"Yo! Perv!" Wocky yelled, getting his gangster atmosphere on. He started cracking his knuckles—this was, of course, completely unnecessary.
Stickler ignored him. He was too busy trying to get away from Trucy, who was catching up to him.
This annoyed Wocky. "I said…" He tripped Stickler as he passed him again. "YO! PERV!"
Stickler's face was ground into the dirt, and he lay there. Trucy hopped up to him, and snatched back her panties.
Trucy looked up at Wocky, and smiled. "Thanks, Wocky," she said gratefully.
He messed with his orange tail of hair, and gave her a smile. "No problem, shorty. Juss yell when ya need help again." And with that, he started off again.
Trucy strode next to him, trying to engage in friendly conversation. "So, where are you headed?" she asked politely.
Wocky kept looking forward. He replied, "Juss off ta see my Al—I mean, Alita." He touched his hair shaped like fox ears to make sure they were straight.
Trucy had a worried look on her face. "Why are you visiting her?"
"'Cause I feel like it." He quickened his pace; he was getting uncomfortable.
Trucy's face was still full of worry. "Oh. If you want to visit her, that's fine." She turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.
He turned around. "Yo, shorty."
She stopped and turned around too.
As Trucy stared at him, the part of his cheeks where his whiskers were turned pink. He avoided eye contact with her when he said, "Look, I know it's weird and all, visitin' her after what she did… But I juss gotta do this."
Trucy continued to stare at him. Oh wait, she thought, he's done talking. She knocked on her hat as a silent gesture of her zoning out. "Don't worry about me. If you feel like you have to this, don't let me of all people stop you." She turned back around and continued to walk over the cracks in the concrete.
He messed with his orange tail again and followed her. He grabbed her by the hat and said, "I know ya think I'm stupid right now," he said, grinning.
Wocky's words brought a smile on Trucy's face too. She just laughed; she never answered his question.
"Uh, yeah," Wocky said, a little offended. "Why don't I get'cha an ice cream or somethin' later?"
Her face lit up. "It's a deal." Trucy and Wocky smiled at each other, and then they walked off.
"Ms. Tiala, a visitor for you."
"Eh? Really? Who would visit—Oh. It's you."
Alita sat on the chair, making a sour face at Wocky. "What do you want?"
"I come here every day," Wocky replied, looking a little depressed. "Juss 'cause I don't 'have a reason' don't mean I ain't visitin'."
She crossed her arms. "I just noticed. You were late. You usually come at noon."
If she doesn't want me comin' here, why bother to keep track? Geez… he thought to himself. Nevertheless, he answered.
"I got caught up." He looked down. "The little shorty needed help."
She sneered at him, saying, "Stop putting on that act. You can't help every girl that needs it. Hah, and I bet you were flirting with her while you were at it." She laughed loudly. "Brats these days… They bounce back like it's nothing."
"It's stupid. I still can't accept you as my angel. You can't be the same person." He balled his hands into fists on his lap.
She crossed her legs. "Since you're not really a gangster anymore, I guess it'll be okay to say this."
He looked up at her, confused. "Say what?"
"I don't fall in love with brats." She got closer to the glass; she was so close that her breath fogged it with every word. "I never loved you. Do you get it now? I used you as cover so your family wouldn't touch me if I ever got found out."
Wocky's eyes widened, and then narrowed. He opened his mouth to say something, but bit his lip to stop himself. He smiled. "Well, I finally got what I came here for!" He slammed the glass, which brought Alita back with shock. "Have a nice life, inside this craphole, I mean. I ain't ever botherin' you again." He turned around and opened the heavy doors to go out.
She glared at the door he left in. She stomped to the door to go back to her cell. "Damn brat…" she huffed, "You're going to spend the rest of your miserable life trying to get over me." She turned to the guard, who flinched. "You! Bring me back to my cell!"
He gulped. "Ah, yes, Ms. Tiala."
Wocky walked back to his house via People Park, to find Trucy still there.
What's the shorty doin'? he thought, getting behind a tree to watch her.
Trucy had a bored look on her face—she was sitting alone on a bench holding her panties. Stickler was still lying on the ground, his face still in the dirt.
"Ah," she sighed, pulled miscellaneous things out of her panties. "Where's Wocky? I want my ice cream…"
Wocky stepped out from behind the tree. He was walking toward her, until she started talking to herself again.
"Ah," she said—this made Wocky jump behind a trashcan out of reflex. "What can I do? He visiting her was all wrong…"
The next thing she pulled out of her panties was a stop sign. Her eyes lit up. "Maybe… Maybe I should help him! That's it! Then he can forget about everything. He can be happy," she said, smiling to herself for thinking of such a thing.
Eh… What's the shorty gonna do? And how'd she get that idea from a stop sign…? Wocky started to sweat. He got up from behind the trashcan and put on a grin. "Yo, shorty!" He started waving.
Trucy stood up, an excited look on her face. "Wocky! Are we getting ice cream now?"
"You bet your a…" he started, but then he clasped his mouth. "I mean, yeah, now le's go."
Trucy skipped up to him, and asked, "So, Wocky, where are we going?"
He stopped. "Uh," he said slowly, "I didn't think that far ahead, yo…" He turned pink.
Trucy looked up at him. "Oh! Maybe… we can go to your house? You do have ice cream, don't you?" She smiled innocently.
Wocky immediately thought of Little Plum, his mom. "Uh, naw, my mom don't like keepin' ice cream in her reach," he said nervously, "Ya know, she's dietin'."
Trucy looked down. "Huh, that makes sense…" She thought for a few seconds. He's lying to me, isn't he…? Oh well. No harm done, I guess. "We could… go to my daddy's office. I think we have some ice cream."
Wocky thought about it. Should I go ta the shorty's place, or should we just buy some somewhere? Before he could decide, Trucy started to pull on his arm.
"Wocky, let's just go to this ice cream parlor I know. Does that sound good?"
"Wha…? Naw, tha's wack. Real G's don't go ta frilly parlors ta get their ice cream, yo!"
Trucy thought for a few seconds again. "Will you go… if I pay for your ice cream too?"
Wocky made an offended face, even though he wasn't offended at all. " NAW, NAW, NAW, NAW, NAW. A real G don't need no shorty buyin' him anything… But if you're THAT willin'…"
Trucy giggled. "No need to act, Wocky. I'd be happy to buy you some ice cream. Now come on, let's go!"
As Trucy led him by the hand to the ice cream parlor, Wocky started turning pink. This shorty's wack. Why's she bein' so nice to a G like me? And a G don't need a 15-year-old shorty holdin' his hand…!
Even though Wocky doubted her kindness (and didn't want to hold Trucy's hand), he never shook her off or said anything on the way.
Unbeknownst to him, though, Trucy was blushing too.
"I'll lend you some money, so go buy me some grape juice, will you?"
"I don't know, Mr. Wright…"
"Come on, Apollo, you have nothing better to do."
Apollo sighed. "Oh, all right. How many bottles should I buy you?"
Phoenix smirked. "Two wooden boxes full. I have a date tonight."
Someone actually considered going out with you with the way you dress…?
"I know that look, Justice. I knew her all before I looked like this." He laughed. "Now shoo. Oh, and look for Trucy while you're at it. Tell her not to come home until… let's say… twelve midnight?"
Apollo gulped. "Twelve midnight? You're going to have your date here, at the office?"
He smirked again. "Hey, it's a nostalgic place. And if I bring her to the Borscht Bowl Club, I'm going to have to work. That's no fun, now is it?"
"I guess not…" Apollo scratched his head.
"Good. I'm glad we both agree." Phoenix shoved Apollo out the door, and handed him fifty dollars. "And remember! Twelve midnight!"
"I know, I know," Apollo assured, only half-listening to his boss. As Apollo stepped out of the building, he started to walk along the sidewalk. Where's that shortcut? he thought to himself, looking for the alley between two buildings. "Ah, here we go," he said, walking through the wide path. As he almost reached the end, he saw a teenage girl in a light blue costume across the street.
"It's Trucy," he said under his breath. "Hey, Tru—" Apollo started, but he smacked his face trying to cover his mouth. Ouch… he thought. Who's Trucy with? Her boyfriend? He laughed to himself. When Mr. Wright sees—or even hears about—this, he's going to kill that gu—IS THAT WOCKY KITAKI?
Apollo whipped his head around nervously, almost desperately. He jumped behind a smelly garbage can and started to spy on his half-sister and former client. Walking. TOGETHER.
He tried to listen to what they were talking about.
"So, Wocky, what should I order you?"
"Well shorty, I like coffee ice cream. It goes good with the O.G. Crackers, y'know?"
Trucy laughed, still holding his hand. "Maybe I could buy some from your shop and taste it with my ice cream!"
Wocky turned a little pinker. "Yeah, we can swing by the shop later, if ya want."
"Great!" Trucy chimed. "Here we are!"
Before Apollo noticed it, he had been following them. Not only that, but he was still crouched next to the garbage can he lugged around. "I need to tell Mr. Wright," Apollo said. He stood up and remembered he had fifty dollars still in his hand. "Oh, right. The grape juice."
I really think this pair could work out :]
The plot in whole is pretty much in line, so that's good, I suppose.
Review please?