(A:N: ... Oh... My... Gosh... Alex: *looks over my shoulder* What? Me: *shoos him off* Shh... I need to thank people... Alex: *shrugs and walks off* Me: Over 1000 views guys?! Oh my, you guys are amazing! I feel honored that people are reading this, and I would like to thank everyone who has read this so far. Yes, even those people who just looked at the first chapter count to! XD I would also like to thank people who have reviewed so far, because those people give me ideas and help motivate me to write! :D And now the chapters are at double digits... Wow guys... REVIEWS!
Natekleh: I see what you did there. XD
Elchikaah Haly: The E must mean something! XD I wanted to place Oldbag here for awhile, and since the next case and final case don't have any really weird jobs, well... XD
technicolortardis: Brain Twinkies are a lot like Oldbag. :P I chose Trucy to say "Got it!" for her power because she didn't want to feel as if she was copying Apollo, and she heard Athena do it, so she think it's a trend for her in a way.
Me: Alright guys, let's do this, chapter 10 of Turnabout Forgotten! I can't thank you guys enough, so Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Ace Attorney! She wouldn't be writing fanfiction for you guys if she did!
Edit: I totally forgot Phoenix's age. XD I'm such a dolt sometimes. Thanks to Elchikaah Haly for getting me a better hold it for Trucy.)
Profiles
Athena Cykes: Age 18. She's gonna help me during the trial! I just hope she uses Widget too...
Phoenix Wright: Age 34. The defendant on trial today! Let's see if my detective skills can free him.
Gerald 'Green' Tree: Age 68. A debt collector. He was a witness in Daddy's last trial, but he's now the victim of this one.
Real Check: Age 18. The detective for this trial. She seems to be a bit scattered today.
Prosecutor Versteckt: Age ?. The Prosecutor for this trial. How did he know who I really am..?
Michael Prower: Age 21. He's a technician and cameraman for a news cast. He seems to never put down his camera for some reason.
Wendy Oldbag: Age ?. An old lady that works the microphone in a news cast. She has a thing for Mr. Edgeworth.
Evidence
Attorney's badge: This is really Daddy's, but he's letting me use it for now.
Autopsy Report: Victim died at exactly 12:37 AM due to one puncture through the chest. There are bruises all over the body, deeper study shown that the bruises were inflicted after death occurred.
Pictures of the Crime scene and weapon: There are a few pictures of Daddy shoving a man onto a trident, and pictures of the trident itself. The trident is rusted, but still sharp.
Strange Bloodstain: A bloodstain found around the scene of the crime, it's still fresh somehow though...
Riot Stick:A metal stick used by cops, is this what gave Mr. Tree those wounds?
Strange piece of Cloth: A piece of cloth found in the bushes. It's blue with edges of white around the center.
District Courthouse: Defense Lobby #4
February 1-11:56 AM
"Athena, I don't know how, but he knew!" Athena paced back and forth, crossing her arms in thought. "Did you let anything slip in front of him? Did he get a closer look at the badge? How?" Trucy crossed one arm as she placed the other arm's shoulder on it, tapping her chin. "Well... He did look closely at me near the entrance of the park, but that's it! The badge was in my pocket, so he couldn't have gotten a closer look at it."
Phoenix, who had been sitting on the couch next to Trucy, nodded his head, a tight frown on his face. "Guys, I don't think we should be worrying about how he found out, but what he is going to do with the information." The tension that followed was like a knife, slicing through the silence. Trucy shook her head, rubbing her eyes under her glasses. "Am I even going to get you a 'not guilty' verdict..? I mean, I'm not even a real attorney..." Phoenix patted her back, giving her a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine out there! Even Apollo is cheering you on! He even said he'll make it to your magic show after this whole trial." Trucy bit her lip, rubbing her palms together. "I just..."
"Ms. Silk and Ms. Cykes, court is about to begin. May you all please get to your respective places." Trucy nodded her head hesitantly, and followed Athena out the doors. Phoenix watched after them, a small smile on his face. "My daughter is already growing up..."
Trial Day 1
All Rise
The judge banged his gavel once he saw Athena and Trucy stand behind the defense stand. "Court is now in session for the trial of Phoenix Wright. Is the defense ready?"
(Now I know why Apollo always screams 'I'm Fine!' before a trial)
"The defense is ready your honor!" Trucy spoke in her french accent, drawing a small groan from Athena. "Sometimes, you've stepped that line bordering crazy and insane..." The judge looked at Trucy in confusion, leaning forward in his seat a bit. "You seem familiar... Have we met before Ms. Silk?"
(Oh no...)
Trucy bit her lip as she glanced at Versteckt, who was leaning back against the wall, his hands in his pockets as he looked up. She turned to the judge, forcing a confused look on her face. "Ne pas, your honor. I have never seen you before except for a few trials I have seen..." She glanced towards Versteckt, who hadn't moved an inch since she spoke. The judge hummed a bit as he sat back down, still looking confused. "Hmm... It seems not... Well, I'm guessing this is your first trial Ms. Silk, and I would just like to ask a few questions to see if you qualify."
(Wait, why?!)
"Ms. Silk, who is-"
"OBJECTION!" Versteckt banged the wall behind him with a fist, a small smile on his face. "Your honor, I believe Ms. Silk is perfectly capable of handling this trial without having to go through your judgement. So, may we start without having to go through the script during the play?" The judge looked baffled, nearly dropping his gavel. "But Mr. Versteckt, it's regulation that we have to-"
Versteckt slammed the prosecution's bench with his arm, fist clenched, frowning and glaring at the judge. The judge's eyes widened as he banged the gavel. "I-I mean, can the prosecution please make their opening statement?" Versteckt leaned back, smiling as he nodded his head.
"Good, you're learning." He started to fiddle with his sleeve, rolling it up, then down, as he spoke. "On January 31, 12:37 AM, Mr. Tree died due to one puncture wound through the chest, killing him instantly. A few bruises, though, were found on the body, to be caused after his death. We don't find this relevant, as this wasn't the cause of Mr. Tree's death. From a few eyewitness testimony, we were able to conclude that both Mr. Wright and Mr. Tree were both indeed at the park at the same time, the reasons why though haven't been revealed, as the only remaining person has yet to release this fact." Trucy caught his right hand clench, as if getting ready to punch. "The murder weapon was the trident on the Poseidon fountain. Concluded by both the bloodstains on the trident and the area around it."
The judge's eyes widened when he mentioned the fountain, bringing up the picture of the trident and fountain. "Oh my, I know this fountain, I took my grandchildren there last weekend. It's quiet sad now, though, that it's now a murder weapon..."
(How is that sad your honor? If it was a trident, isn't it meant to be a weapon?)
Versteckt laughed harshly, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Of course your honor. Very sad indeed, but, with the witnesses and evidence gathered so far, we will be able to arrest Mr. Wright for this heinous crime..." Trucy shook her head, sighing.
(Oh brother...)
The judge banged his gavel, "Then, can the detective for this crime please come forward?" Versteckt looked up as he hit the wall with his fist. "Check, the stand, now."
(10 Minutes later)
Check was looking through her notebook, a worried look on her face, as she stood behind the witness stand. The judge leaned forward on his desk, "Is the detective alright..?"
"Eep!" Real jumped, slamming her notebook shut. "... I-I'll be fine..." Trucy's eye twitched slightly, already sensing the lie the detective told.
(I wonder what's putting the detective on edge...)
Versteckt sighed, shaking his head. "Detective, enough with the misgivings, let's just continue. Tell us your name and occupation for the record." Real smiled, nodding her head as she took out her pen. "My name is Real Check, I'm a detective!" The judge nodded his head, bringing up the holographic screen. "Can you please tell us the findings of the case so far?" Real smiled, and began to chew on her pen.
Witness Testimony
-The Layout of the Crime-
"As you can see from the evidence so far, we have been able to conclude that Mr. Green did die of a stabbing through the chest, and was bruised afterwards. The stabbing is clearly shown by this picture of Mr. Wright shoving the body onto the trident. A pool of blood surrounding the scene, the victim's, also pinpoints the area the crime was located."
The judge banged his gavel, looking at his screen. "So, the crime was indeed committed by the fountain, and the trident on the fountain itself is to blame for this?" Real nodded, taking out her notebook, "Yep, pretty much." The judge nodded, looking towards Trucy. "The defense, then, may cross examine the detective."
(Alright Trucy, you got this, your first cross examination! Let's go!)
Cross Examination
-Silk VS Versteckt-
"As you can see from the evidence so far, we have been able to conclude that Mr. Green did die of a stabbing through the chest, and was bruised afterwards."
Trucy patted the defense stand, making the holographic screen go up. "Whoa!" Trucy turned to Athena, giving her a questioning look. "What?" Athena smiled sheepishly as she leaned forward, placing a hand to her hip. "It's just... I didn't know about these..." Trucy laughed slightly, nodding her head. "Yeah, I guess that one case Daddy had was a hit. Cause from what I heard, they're using it in every courtroom now." Trucy then turned to the screen, flicking a few pieces aside before coming to the autopsy report.
(Let's attempt to see a little deeper into the bruises...)
"UN MOMENT!" Athena blanked out for a second, processing what Trucy said in french before she glared at her. "Really?" Trucy chose to ignore her for now, and continued pressing on. "Ms. Real, did you find anything that could have caused the bruises?"
"OBJECTION!" Versteckt smiled, shaking his head as he stood up straight. "Ms. Silk, have you considered that the thing used to give the bruises to the victim was the riot stick?"
"OBJECTION!"Trucy smiled sheepishly as she placed a fist on her head, placing the other to her hip. "Mr. Versteckt, what's the point of beating a dead body with a metal stick..?" Versteckt smirked, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "To mislead us of course. They would allow us to think the victim was killed somewhere else, and not at the designated place. As if he was dragged..." He glared at Real, who was shuffling her feet as she looked at the ground. "Detective..." Real looked up, chewing on her pen. "Mr. Versteckt..."
"... Is there something you would like to share..?"
"... No." Trucy felt her left eye twitch again. She rubbed her left eye under her glasses, groaning slightly. Versteckt ignored this, he leaned back, allowing his hands to rest in his pockets. "Ms. Check... It's not okay to lie... For once though..." He smiled maliciously, slamming the wall behind him. "I'll just forget that part of the conversation ever happened. Continue your rehearsal." Real sighed, looking relieved, before grabbing her notebook.
"The stabbing is clearly shown by this picture of Mr. Wright shoving the body onto the trident."
"UN MOMENT!" Trucy looked over the photograph on the screen, crossing her arm and resting her other arm's elbow on it. "So, do you know who took the picture?" Real turned a few more pages in her notebook before stopping. "No, I wasn't the one that got the picture, it was another cop who gave it to me. He said that one of the witnesses took the picture, but didn't tell me who..."
(Although it's a good reason, this isn't what she's so unnerved about. I'll have to press her next statement.)
*Crime screen photo updated*
"A pool of blood surrounding the scene, the victim's, also pinpoints the area the crime was located."
(Wait a second... If it was indeed the victim's blood, wouldn't it have dried up by now? The murder took place 12 hours before we were even aware, so that's enough time...)
Trucy swiped the screen until the info of the bloodstain came up, then she looked at the crime scene photo with Phoenix in it.
(Wait a second.)
She rubbed both her eyes under her glasses, then looked at the photo again.
(Something isn't right... And I think I just found out what it is!)
Versteckt stood up straight, smirking as crossed his arms. "Is there something troubling the defense? If there is, I would enjoy that you share." Trucy smiled, crossing her own arms in defiance. "Actually I would really love to share. May the court please look at the time stamp on the photograph?" She held up the photo, pointing to the time and date on the top right corner. "Am I the only one who finds it strange that the time on this is 12:58 AM, when his report states he died around 12:30?"
Versteckt made a sharp laugh, flicking his right wrist to bring up his screen. "I too have noticed this Ms. Silk, the problem is this, what does it mean? It still shows the same thing, it shows Mr. Wright stabbing the victim with the trident."
"OBJECTION! There is one more thing missing! Where is the bloodstain on the ground from earlier?" Versteckt frowned, looking towards Real. "Well... We did do forensics, and found out... Wait a minute!"
Real took off her hat, tugging on it as she frowned. "Yeah... We didn't do a blood test because... Well... I didn't know he didn't even look at it until right before this trial started..." Versteckt leaned forward, malice in his eyes as he gripped the edge of the prosecution's desk. "Th-that man... That imbecile..." He mumbled under his breath, his hazel eyes never wavering. He then stood up, scowling. "Your honor, I would like to call my next witness. I believe this whole blood incident will be covered by the end of his testimony." The judge nodded his head, slamming his gavel against his desk. "Very well, I'll allow it." Versteckt smirked, leaning back and slamming the wall behind him. "Michael Prower, the stand, now!"
(A:N: Sorry for the late update guys! I thought I uploaded this last night, but apparently, I didn't. XD Thanks to all you amazing people who read, favorited, followed, or reviewed! You all are amazing! R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family!)