A/N: I dug this and another PW fic out of their grave, I mean, another website I was on. They're ancient, and OOC-ness is to be expected.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, AAI2 would be releasing in the US.
Remind me why I'm doing this.
Franziska von Karma stood outside the Wright and Co. Law offices, a card in her hand.
It had been eight years, yet she had kept it in absolutely flawless condition. The fourth piece of evidence.
It was a card. A calling card for Shelly De Killer, professional assassin. A very simple light pink shell, his logo, is what was on the card. However, a girl the same age as Franziska, Kidnapped by the man, drew a picture of Phoenix Wright's head with the shell. "Nick" was written by the picture.
She opened the door and was almost instantly met by a young girl in very foolish magician's wear.
"Welcome to the Wright Talent Agency! I'm Trucy-"
"Wright TALENT AGENCY? FOOL! This is the Wright and Co. Law Offices!"
"Actually-"
"Trucy," A man with a blue beanie and a gray hoodie said, "You don't want to mess with her. Go do something with Apollo."
The girl, Trucy, silently obeyed, after one last curious glance at Franziska.
"I'm sorry, Franziska, but I must ask: What brings you here? It's been eight years."
"Where's Phoenix Wright?" Franziska asked sternly.
"You're looking at him, Ms. von Karma."
Franziska whipped the man.
"...That hurt more than I remember it to," he said, wincing in pain, "Again, I ask: Why are you here?"
"Ar-Are you really-"
"Phoenix Wright...Pianist." Phoenix smiled.
"Pianist?"
"...I lost my badge, see."
"...Oh." WHAT! How did THAT happen!
"The girl you just saw is my daughter, Tru-"
"Your DAUGHTER!"
"...I'll explain it to you later."
"O-Okay. Now, as for why I am here." She held out the card.
Phoenix took the card and looked at it curiously.
"...What's this?"
Franziska had to resist the urge to whip him before continuing, "State Vs. Matt Engarde.
Remember that case?"
"...No."
Franziska sighed, "The one where I got shot?"
"Oh!"
I feel so remembered.
"Is this what I think it is?"
"Mr. Phoenix Wright. It took me eight years to get this to you. This is the fourth piece of
evidence."
"Maya's...drawing?..."Phoenix stared at the card.
"Err... I must go, Phoenix Wright. I hope we meet again," Franziska wasn't even sure Phoenix heard her as she slipped out the door, but she had seen Phoenix again. Though she may not have liked what he had become...
He's still the same Phoenix Wright inside. And that is all that matters.
A/N: I remember arguing that she hid a completely different part of herself when I first wrote this…