Well, well, well it's me the lazy GeniusVampire, and I'm doing something crazy again. Now it's revising my first story. When I first wrote this I thought it was great . . . but now I'm eighteen and better at grammar so there you go, not to mention there are some serious holes in the testimonies and some dialogue. Anywho here it is again:

Yu-Gi-Oh Turnabout

By: The not so GeniusVampire

File 01: Prologue

-September 20, 6:00

Domino cemetery-

Rain poured down heavily, each acid filled droplet weighing down the heart of every attendee. However, no heart was heavier than that of Seto Kaiba. Dark brunet hair leaked over his deep azure eyes. Through clouded vision he gazed at the ornate marble tombstone ahead of him. It was designed with gradating spirals of sky blue and smoky silver. Each blooming whirlpool spiraled toward the engraving of an immense Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Beneath its protective wingspan were the calligraphy words:

Here lies:

Mokuba Kaiba

Esteemed brother and,

Cherished friend

Deathly pale fingers searched out his brother's long lost pulse through the cold stone. Seto closed one his hands over the dragon's wings with a plastic look in his eyes. It was unknown if he shed a single tear or if the rain itself were an emulation of his pain. All he could do was walk away; as he did he tripped over what he assumed to be an outstretched branch.

Little did he know it was a person's leg.

-September 20 6:00

Domino Detention Center

Interrogation room-

"How many times do I have to tell you; I didn't do it!" Amelda's hysterical voice reverberated all over the walls of the small dimly lit room.

The current officer badgering him banged his fists on the table. "You'll keep repeating yourself until the truth comes out that lying trap of yours!"

Silver eyes narrowed indignantly. "I'll keep flapping this trap of mine until-"

The officer moved in closer than the redhead anticipated or appreciated. Brief silence ensued. Then the man . . .

. . . Smirked. He even bared a few of his teeth. "We both know it was you, but what I can't understand is why? Why did you do it?"

"I didn't-" Amelda jolted.

"Was it jealousy?" The older man persisted.

"I wouldn't-" The teen shook his head.

"Hate?!"

"He was a kid for crying out loud! I couldn't kill him understand!?" Amelda shouted again, pulling so hard at his hair he succeeded in ripping small clumps from his scalp. "Listen to me, I DIDN'T KILL MOKUBA KAIBA!"

Two years later . . .

-April 1 7:30

Wright & Co. Law Offices-

Spirit medium in-training Maya Fey lay on the plush leather couch attempting to toss paper balls into a nearby wastebasket. Very few of them went in; the evidence was in the pile surrounding the basket. One of her legs dangled off the edge while the other was curled beneath her. One her slightly raised sandals dangled from her foot while the softly glowing magatama around her neck fell to the side. The sleeves of her lavender kimono were rolled up as she tossed the balls, when one somehow bounced off the wall she caught it and whined. "I'm sooo BORED!" she sat up and brushed liberal amounts of long ebony hair from her face. "I know it's only been thirty minutes, but are you sure there haven't been any requests?" She rolled over and beaned him with a paper ball.

Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney dodged the ballistic ball. All he did was shake his head and swiveled in his chair to face the window. Crossing his legs he said "Not much to do about it now . . ." He allowed himself to watch people outside. One hand fiddled with his badge while the other ran through his spiky locks. Black eyes searched out the Gatewater Hotel across the street. Through one window he spotted a Bellboy with dark brunet hair; he recognized this man in particular due to the odd golden blond streak in his bangs. The Bellboy appeared to be serving a man in a deep blue trenchcoat. Words were exchanged ending in the brunet sprinting from the room. 'I'd hate to be him right now . . .' Phoenix thought. 'Although he did know how to stir up the drama . . .' He placed his foot on the wall, ready to spin back around, however the man who chased the Bellboy away was intriguing in a surreal sort of manner. Phoenix decided to watch him pick up the phone.

After the man put the receiver to his ear, Phoenix's own office line rang. Maya jumped up her magatama flashing.

Phoenix picked up the phone stiffly. "You've reached Wright & Co. Law Offices, Phoenix Wright speaking."

"I've a need for your services." A sharp voice answered.

'When he says it like that we sound like some kind of mercenary agency . . .' a thick bead of sweat crawled down Phoenix's forehead. Something about the man's voice made Phoenix feel like a snowflake in an active volcano. 'Keep it together, no matter how this business sounds; it's a professional one all the same!' He yelled at himself and replied. "I am listening."

Maya crossed the room to get a better earful.

The speaker continued. "I need your assistance in reopening a cold case."

"Has it been closed?"

"Indeed; it has been closed for two years now."

Phoenix's jaw dropped. 'What the hell!?' He forced calmness into his voice. "That involves a bit of work, some of it not in . . ." Maya kicked him hard in the shins. With bristling hair, he swallowed his scream of pain then rounded on her. One hand on the receiver he hissed. "What was that for!?" while massaging one leg with the other.

"Take the case!" Maya demanded in a hushed voice. "This guy sounds rich! And two years isn't that long." She added as an afterthought.

"He sounds rich . . .?"

"It's hard to explain . . . His way of speaking reminds me of Redd White . . ."

Another sweat drop ran down Phoenix's cheek. "He committed murder if you don't remember!"

"He sounds professional in an arrogant sort of way, that's all."

'I still would have said Edgeworth first . . .' he thought.

"Is your debate quite finished?" The man over the phone brought their argument to a standstill.

"D-debate?" The ebony eyed attorney stammered.

"Your windows have eyes, Mr. Wright." The latter replied.

"Wh . . .?" Phoenix looked flabbergasted, then his brow furrowed in thought. 'Wait a minute . . .' his neck muscles tensed as he turned back to the window. His very being was cleaved in half by a pair of sharp cobalt eyes. 'It's that guy . . . did I somehow jinx myself!?" one look into those icy blues told Phoenix his job would be over if he put up anymore resistance. "A-all right . . ." He swallowed. "When would you like to meet face to face?"

"In two hours; I've e-mailed what could be your payment. The time allotted ought to be enough." The line went dead.

Phoenix created an e-mail address especially for clients, but that inbox had been empty for a while. Maya checked it out while Phoenix continued to talk. When he hung up he noticed a rather breathless girl staring at the screen. "What's up . . .?" He barely glanced at the screen and at that moment his jaw could have fallen off. As he readjusted it Maya demanded. "Let's go for it, Nick!"

" . . . The words 'price on request' says 'yes' and 'no' at the same time."

"To be honest . . . I don't care . . ." The young spirit medium combated slowly. "It's not like we're in any financial position to object . . ."

Phoenix groaned after all, she was right.

*** Two Hours Later ***

Each knock added on to the feeling of dread and slight indigestion welling up inside of Phoenix. However, he could not ignore the door. He straightened his blazer with little feeling in his fingers and sat up straight. In what he hoped was a professional tone he said. "Maya, may you please get the door?"

Even Maya felt the impending storm as she opened the door without a word.

Their client was tall, partially thin, and dressed for business. In his left hand was a heavy metal briefcase and between the middle and index fingers if his right was a blue and silver kiseru. He strutted into the office in an immaculate royal blue trenchcoat and black suit with a black leather belt. The KaibaCorp Emblem was molded into the silver buckle. His narrow cobalt eyes were shadowed by long brunet bangs.

Phoenix stood rather woodenly and extended his hand. In only the slightest on motions, the man shifted the kiseru to his pinky as he curtly introduced himself. "Seto Kaiba pleased to do business with you."

'There's only one Seto Kaiba I know of, and if one bit of what I've heard is true . . . this case just might kill me . . .' The spiky haired attorney attempted to swallow the lump in his throat as he replied. "I am Phoenix Wright, and please the honor is mine."

Maya stepped up as well. "I'm Maya Fey and I'm Phoenix's apprentice of sorts; I'll be assisting as well."

Seto nodded and took a seat. "Good to know I will be in such reputable hands. Now, before we discuss anything . . ." He unsnapped his briefcase and removed a manila envelope. Its contents were a crisp contract. "I will need your signature. As per our arrangement you will reopen the Ml-16 case and proceed to close up all loose ends with a 'Not Guilty' verdict." He took a short of puff from the cigarette. "In return you may request anything you wish of me; family members and personal possessions excluded of course. This is simply a formality as I am sure you have your own contract, which I will be glad to sign."

'Hold up, isn't this something that should be given two hours to think over?!' Phoenix thought confounded. 'On top of that, I'm the lawyer in this room!'

Seto continued in a no-nonsense tone."In a nutshell, it is a more detailed version of our telephone conversion. I implore you to think of this as a formal list of your client's requests. If it will put your mind at ease there are only two pages and there is no fine print."

'Wonderful . . . I can die in peace knowing my obituary has no fine print . . .' Phoenix looked down at the binding papers then back at the patient Seto. At one point he even glanced at the anticipating Maya. Slowly, he signed in the indicated places and slid it back in the envelope, which he slid back to Seto.

"A copy of this will be mailed to you and you will receive it by tomorrow. Now, about the case itself . . ." Seto replaced the manila envelope with two photos and slid them across the desk.

The top photo was of an eleven year old boy with an impressive mane of raven hair. These ebony locks were highlighted in dark navy blue and pulled into a high ponytail. He had an innocent yet slightly mischievous smile. There was also a hint of Seto in his sharp bluish gray eyes.

Peeking beneath this picture was the visage of a sixteen year old boy with short crimson hair. The shrewdness of his steel colored eyes was pronounced further by his blank smile. These sharp eyes were not entirely facing forward; in fact he appeared to be glancing through the corner of his eye.

The cigarette holder between Seto's fingers did a little dance before he took an exhausted drag. Smoldering embers lit up dark circles under his exhausted cobalt eyes. His voice appeared distant and dead. " . . . The picture is labeled on the back . . . On top is a picture of my younger brother Mokuba, the victim. "Below this one is of Amelda . . . his suspected murderer."

"I gather you believe otherwise." Phoenix stated.

"Mr. Wright I know otherwise." Seto's eyes narrowed considerably. ". . .My brother . . . was my life . . . Nothing in this world held more of my love and affection than him. . .To this day I wish I could have taken his place. . ." He shook his brunet locks. "There is no sufficient punishment for his true murderer." His voice suddenly skyrocketed. "Amelda does not deserve the condemnation reserved for another culprit! I've known him for a long time now and I can say without hesitation that he has neither the heart nor the willpower to kill Mokuba."

Maya spoke up. "You must know him pretty well, don't you?"

"I do, he cared for Mokuba almost as much as I do . . ." Seto's voice was calm although his face suggested he wanted to turn the desk over. All of a sudden the door burst open.

An officer with an oversized chin and a megaphone at his hip shouted. "IS THERE A MR. SETO KAIBA IN THE VICINITY?!"

Both Phoenix and Maya plugged their ears, however Seto appeared unfazed. "I am here, and you are . . .?" He inquired smoothly.

"MEEKINS, SIR, OFFICER MEEKINS!" He saluted so hard he bopped his own forehead. "I'M HERE TO DELIVER A PACKAGE ORDERED BY A MR. SETO KAIBA OF KAIBACORP!"

As though the name struck a chord, Maya stared thoughtfully at Seto. 'Come to think of it, he does run the largest gaming company in the world . . .' Aloud she mused slowly. "I've heard a . . . rumor . . . about a new game . . ."

Seto appraised the package nonchalantly. "You must be referring to the 'Steel Samurai vs. Pink Princess' VR simulation game . . ." He said in a rather bored tone. "The game is still in the development stages and to be honest, this case has taken all of my energy. However, if it is cleared in a timely and satisfactory manner then the game's release date may become a reality once more." He placed the folder on Phoenix's desk and exited the room.

When the door closed, Maya picked up the broom. "ALL RIGHT! My very reason for being on this earth has finally come!" She swung it around wildly, narrowly missing Charley, the potted plant. She did give Phoenix a good knock on the noggin though.

"OUCH! Hey watch where you swing that thing." That game won't happen if I'm dead you know!"

"Quiet!" Maya demanded, trapped in her own world. "In order to strengthen the mind one must first strengthen the body." She whispered dramatically before swinging the broom much like a Kendo sword a few more times. After four additional swings she pointed the broom handle at the folder. "I say our journey begins there."

". . . Right . . ." Phoenix opened the folder and produced two photos and a note.

The first photo was a rather grainy depiction of a beautiful woman with wavy ebony hair and eyes like Maya and Mia's –Maya's (deceased) older sister- combined. The back of it read:

Misty Fey

DL-6 incident, exhibit B

The second photo displayed a man with short black hair. He was impaled upon a suit of armor with part of his cowboy vest cut away. This one read:

Neil Marshall

SL-9 Incident

The note itself read:

Both cases were resolved to their fullest by your hand. Be it by luck or your unique methods I expect nothing short I expect nothing less than victory.

-Seto Kaiba

Phoenix half expected the paper to explode. He stared at it while Maya read the second letter. ". . . Kaiba is scary . . ." She whispered.

When Phoenix saw what she meant he wanted to become the insignificant fly on the wall:

-I will be watching your performance in court. One mistake and I may leak something to the media that will make even your hair stand up. I usually do not resort to such tactics, and the fact that I ought to alert you of the graveness of the situation. Remember one false move and my name will not be the only one dragged in the mud.-

'All or nothing he says . . .' Phoenix mused.

Maya commented. "It sounds like he has something on you . . ."

"Not to mention it sounds like there'll be hell to pay if something goes wrong."

"So let's pull out all the stops on this one." Maya pumped her fist in the air. "Lives depend on us!"

File 01: End

Author's notes

-So this time around it's longer with fewer grammar discrepancies. Call me cranky, but I've never seen so many reviews that say nothing about the story itself. Anyway –bleh- I fixed it so say something nice please then you can flame me.

-There's not much to say this time around aside from the above comment.

-Laters!