Author's notes:
Hey, guess what everybody. Phoenix Wright started in Japan. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of…unAmericanizing it. Inaccurately. Using Wikipedia articles as my main basis. But in the end, I'm happier with it, and that's what matters, right? :D My AU, my rules.
Some terms I am No Doubt mangling and Other Stuff that makes No Sense:
-dono: I've dropped the title "Mystic" and am using the honorific instead. Because I remembered it from Ruroni Kenshin, yes. :) Basically, it applies to all spirit mediums who have completed their training, and the Heir at any state in her training
-Random capitalization for words like Mother, Sister, Daughter, Mistress: :/ It mostly implies that the person is a spirit medium/trainee spirit medium. Mother means someone older than the speaker, Sister is someone of a similar age but can be applied to all of them, Daughter means a trainee or a younger medium than the speaker. A Mistress is a teacher in a specific area. (Tho' I will admit that it's mostly me be
Disclaimer: I don't even own all four games, I certainly have no rights to any of the Ace Attorney characters/settings/situations.
"Morgan-dono? Do I have a Daddy?" The addressed woman looked down at her young charge. Smiled and put down the laundry. Lied.
"Of course you do, Maya-chan."
"Where is he?"
"He died, sweetling, shortly after you were born."
"Oh." But Maya's troubled look hadn't left her face. "Does Mia have a Daddy?" Morgan sighed, lied again.
"Mia-dono's father died as well."
"Do I have a Mommy?"
"Yes, Maya-chan. You have a mother, and Mia-dono has a mother."
A frown. "Where is she?"
"I don't know, sweetling. She's travelling by herself, because there is something that she has to do. But I do know that wherever she is, she loves you and Mia-dono very, very much."
"Oh. Ok. Thank you Auntie Morgan." A small hug, a loving little embrace, a mandate to finish the morning meditation had Morgan's young mistress out of her hair and away from her laundry basket. Morgan finished hanging up the laundry and went back into the Manor House.
Most of what she'd told her niece were lies, but they felt comfortable on her tongue. She'd told them before, had heard them before, would probably tell them many times over before Maya was satisfied.
They were lies, tales for the innocent, passed from Mother to Daughter, from medium to apprentice, through the generations. Lies became truths. Truths became betrayals. Betrayals became traditions.
Because there was only one way that they could remain the women of the Fey family: To never have a Daddy. It was a lesson Morgan could never forget.
