Author's note:

Hi guys, I'm back with a new arc and new chapter! Sorry I took so long, but I was caught up with work, what with deadlines and portfolios due to return to the kids before they're released for their school holiday. Yeah, being an early childhood educator isn't all about just teaching and having fun - there's always the dreaded admin work to clear.

"Turnabout Turbulent" is this story's main and longest arc, so strap yourselves in for a bumpy (and hopefully pleasurable) ride. More characters will be added into the mix, namely Wocky Kitaki because I love that underrated boy and I have big plans for him - kind of like Daryan, but different. We return to the main story and where we left off before "Turnabout Serenade", so hopefully you guys remember the stuff that was covered back then. This doesn't mean that the events of the previous arc can be totally disregarded though; things do get carried forward, such as Daryan's involvement and Lamiroir's suspended death sentence. Right now, things have more or less returned to the original flow, but with certain impactful changes, namely Kristoph and Phoenix's engagement, Apollo's graduation from junior attorney to an official attorney of law, and Vera finally enters the picture as a main character!

So please sit back, un-knot those panties, and enjoy the first chapter of "Turnabout Turbulent"!

Reviews response:

Mystic LionRoar - Oh my, your review is certainly a mouthful and I really wish I could respond to every single one of your praises, thoughts and suggestions, but I'll keep this productive and brief lol. I'm definitely glad you went back to read up on certain things you skipped in the previous chapters because they might come back to haunt you in the later chapters (references and stuff). Also, I'm pleased to see that you enjoyed that little plot twist at the end! Indeed, all AA games end on a happy note with our dependable lawyers able to deal justice effectively on the true criminals, but as this is a dark AU and I wanted to make this a tad bit realistic, I went with the direction I chose to show exactly how flawed an evidence-based justice system can be. Plus I need Daryan for later lol. Lamiroir is of course still an integral character in this story; you'd just have to wait and see how I plan to reintroduce her into the main plot. As for future arcs, I have already planned out the general skeleton unfortunately, and I haven't played the latest AA game (no spoilers please) so I won't be referring to any characters beyond AA4. In fact, members of the Space Center were an exception because of the inclusion of Clay in this story. Regardless, I appreciate the suggestions and enthusiasm :)

House of Cards

By Dark Interval

Turnabout Turbulent: Chapter 1

Spring's end, barely dawn.

An airplane peeked from beneath the clouds and slowly made its descent, its silhouette an ink blot against the splash of blood-orange and yellow on a deep, summertime canvas. The chill of April winds was nothing but a distant dream, the days grew longer, the nights a passing sigh; 5 a.m. looked like seven, and the trickling heat brought with it a new kind of longing.

A blue sports convertible pulled up quietly along an empty drop-off of International Airport. The door of the passenger side opened and a blonde gentleman stepped out, his blue suit neatly pressed onto his slender frame, molded, and breathed like a second skin. With purpose and typic grace, he straightened his attorney's badge before consulting his flight pass – two hours to boarding; right on schedule. He gathered his things and gave his suitcase a light tug, but a fair hand shot out and grabbed his wrist before he could so much as venture through the glass doors. Knuckles nudged at his palm and long, slender fingers coiled delicately, desperately around his own.

"Must you go? It's been barely a week..."

The voice was soft, hesitant; as gentle as the owner's touch. It made Kristoph smile as he lifted his gaze from their interlocked fingers to stare into eyes of gorgeous blue – wide, pleading, and a touch hopeful.

"Phoenix, we've been through this," he sighed and planted a soft kiss on the man's forehead. "It'll only be for about a month. I'll return as soon as I've settled all outstanding issues on my late mother's property. You have my word."

Phoenix pouted when his husband pulled away. Goddammit, they had only been engaged for three days and the blonde decided it was highly reasonable to up and leave for Europe for a month. Perhaps if he threw a hissy fit, Kristoph would have reservations on leaving. Well, probably not. Not in a million years. But that didn't stop him from exploiting Kristoph's only known newly acquired weakness: him.

"Fine, go to Germany and don't take me with you," Phoenix said petulantly, rapping his fingers against his crossed arms, the pout on his lips even more pronounced than before. "Guess Trucy and I'll spend some quality time with the neighbors."

He had to hide his smirk at Kristoph's disapproving frown.

"I would hardly think it wise to fraternize with a bunch of lowlife gangsters–"

"Ex-gangsters," Phoenix corrected, pointedly ignoring the part about their perceived social status. "The Kitakis aren't bad folk – extreme and unorthodox, maybe – but they're a respectable lot. You really should get to know them when you're not too busy being a precocious prissy."

"I don't exactly consider them your neighbors, my dear."

"Well, they live across the street. We're sort of neighbors…"

Kristoph rolled his eyes with an indignant snort. "I still fail to comprehend your reasoning, Phoenix. Why not sell your place and permanently move into my estate? Why continue looking for work when I can more than provide for you and our Trucy? You'd earn less sweeping up dead leaves for the missus than half the allowance I give you every month!"

Phoenix grimaced at the audacity of Kristoph's suggestion. Sell the Wright Anything Agency? He couldn't. Mia had bought the place with her own life savings and they set it up together. The Hawthorne case, The Thinker incident, DL-6… it was where everything first started. The place housed too many memories, seen too many people and besides, Charlie loved it there. Phoenix knew he could never part with the old office and live it down. He had disappointed his mentor and himself far enough.

"It's not about the money," Phoenix replied wearily, sick of his partner's materialism and narrow thinking. When was it ever? Definitely not when he had fallen in love with Kristoph seven years ago, and not when he said, "Yes."

"I want to feel useful, capable, live an honest life with a purpose and not depend on you guys for every little thing." His eyes trailed sadly to the slumbering figure of his daughter curled against the backseat of the car. I want to make her proud, was what he intended to say, but what came out instead was a pitiful, "I don't want to be a burden." It made Kristoph hesitate.

"You're not."

The storm raging in Phoenix's eyes melted away into a soft, sentimental smile. He leaned up to place a kiss on his husband's lips.

"Then try to understand."

The pleading tone in his voice eventually made Kristoph give in, albeit reluctantly. Though to be entirely honest, he would rather Phoenix return to his old job down at the Borsch Bowl Club than to get mixed up in the Kitakis' affairs. Whether or not Winfred Kitaki had long retired from his duties as head, the idea still didn't sit well with him.

"You really do have a knack for trouble," he commented ironically and received a low chuckle from Phoenix in return.

"And you think too much," he gave Kristoph's lapel a light pat. "It'll only be for a month. Their old caretaker's ill and Little Plum needs help with the estate. And let's not forget her son…"

Kristoph pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance at the mention of that cantankerous teen. "Let me guess: no one else was willing to play babysitter."

Phoenix gave a nervous laugh, "Well… Wocky can be a… handful."

"You're too kind."

With a shake of his head, Kristoph grabbed his luggage with one hand and pulled his lover against him with the other. Their lips met in a final parting kiss, only for Phoenix to pull him closer and deepen it almost desperately. Somehow, being engaged changed everything. A month without Kristoph. He didn't know if he could deal with it.

Suddenly, someone honked at them and they jumped apart.

"Ach, you two are giving mich diabetes!" Klavier pulled a face behind the wheel. He lowered his sunglasses to eye his so-called brother-in-law critically. "Any day now, Herr Wright."

The couple stepped back sheepishly - well, Phoenix did; Kristoph just looked as aloof and unfazed as he always managed to. Perhaps a tad bit troubled if that furrowed brow had anything to say about it.

"Well, this is it," said Phoenix awkwardly, gesturing at the airport with a nod of his head. "Have a safe flight. And don't you worry, Klavier and I got things covered down here."

"I've no doubt about your capabilities," Kristoph interrupted, but that frown remained along with his tight upper lip. "My only concern is how you managed to not only convince me to let you work for the Kitakis, but also to leave the office under Apollo's direct supervision. Handling one case doesn't make him a professional, and should a client come waltzing in, his PR skills are hardly what I'd deem satisfactory."

Phoenix's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the spirited lawyer, but quickly forced that warm feeling down in favor of his devotion. He was a married man now - well, sort of - and he had to separate personal feelings from an acquaintanceship forged in the name of pure business. Sure, Apollo was attractive. Yes, the kid was incredibly forward with his intentions and feelings. Indeed, he had anticipated a little give and take on his part with this clandestine deal of theirs. But at the end of the day, no matter the promises exchanged, no matter the secrets whispered in the dark, no matter the feather-light touches or searing kisses between rumpled sheets, he still belonged to Kristoph. He just wasn't so sure if Apollo understood that; after all, the kid wasn't exactly used to making deals with the underworld's Poker King.

"Oh have faith in the kid, he'll be fine." He shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and gave his husband a little nudge. "Who knows? Maybe with his recent popularity, he'd be raking in quite a profit for Gavin Law Offices while you're away."

Kristoph hummed, "At least he's not the sort that would let power get to his head."

Phoenix had to stifle a laugh at the extent of the blonde's pride. Was Kristoph actually worried he'd be usurped by his own understudy?

"Nah, Apollo's a good kid." He flashed his husband a bright, reassuring smile and helped adjust the man's neck ribbon. "Anyway, like you said, it's only for a month. What could possibly happen?"

"I'm screwed!"

Once again, like every typical Monday morning, Apollo found himself racing to work, a slice of toast in his mouth and zipping through traffic like he had a death wish. Except that there was one thing that made this Monday morning different from previous Mondays and a whole lot worse: he misplaced his keys. Specifically the set of keys needed to unlock the doors of Gavin Law Offices, as well as access certain case archives. The same set of keys his boss had so graciously entrusted to him to keep safe until he returned from his visit to Germany. The very set of keys that 'mysteriously' went missing after Clay brought over a pack of beer last night as a belated celebration on successfully completing his first legal case and convinced him that it was totally ok to get wasted the evening before a work day. Suffice to say, the astronaut was out like a light back at his place and was most definitely calling in sick today. Himself on the other hand… well, Apollo had a feeling if he so much as thought of playing hooky, he'd be fired before Kristoph's plane touched down on Munich soil.

And that was why he was running in the exact opposite direction of the office and towards the residence of a certain ex-poker playing rentboy. He hadn't seen Phoenix since the conclusion of Daryan's trial and quite frankly, he could never give himself reason to. Although he promised to help the ex-lawyer solve that 7-year long mystery and clear his name, Apollo kept himself distracted with minute tasks which warranted little to no meaningful accomplishment than simply killing time and providing the illusion that he was actually doing something important to add value to his pathetic existence. Alright, perhaps that was a bit too dramatic, but how else was a pining admirer of seven years supposed to feel after his idol's blatant rejection? He would have considered Phoenix cold, ruthless, manipulative and fickle; but he only had himself to blame for agreeing to a relationship that he knew was doomed to fail.

Nevertheless, it didn't change the fact that Phoenix was the only person who probably owned a spare key, so personal feelings be damned, he was going to have to face the bastard, look him in the eye and…

"Blargh!"

Apollo tripped and crashed face first into a pile of withered cherry blossoms. Immediately, he picked himself up, spat out a mouthful of the infernal pink petals, and tried his best to salvage as much as he had left of his dignity. Geez, as if he wasn't already having a bad enough day as it was…

Suddenly, someone giggled, and Apollo looked up just as a familiar face leaned in intimately close, they could have kissed. Sapphire eyes narrowed into a flirtatious smile in acknowledgement of their prey; lips – slightly parted from speech – glossy and as pink as the blossoms overhead. A fair hand reached out to gently pluck a cherry blossom caught between the brunette's twin hair spikes. The man flicked his wrist and let the pale bloom fall to join the others now scattered messily about the ground.

"What's the rush, lawyer-boy?" said a voice and Apollo felt hot breath caress his ear. "Do I at least get a good morning kiss?"

Another teasing laugh and he blushed at the man's forwardness and their proximity. There was no mistaking that jet black spiky hair and flirtatious drawl of a practiced tongue. Just the guy I wanted to see, he thought ironically with a creeping sense of dread – or was it nervousness? There was definitely that sinking feeling in his chest normally accompanied by dread, but then there was also that light flutter in his stomach when he gazed at his idol's face; those laughing eyes; that delicate smile; and Apollo knew he was gone the moment Phoenix's hand touched his.

Mr. Wright…

Feelings he had tried so desperately to suppress came rushing back. Apollo couldn't take his eyes off him: Phoenix carried himself differently somehow; more poised and delicate, serene and reserved, no longer burdened by shadows of grief, his bitterness quelled under the forgiving soft May glow. His movements were graceful, and his dressing seemed to have changed to match his disposition: Phoenix was well groomed, his usual stubble gone as was the old beanie that kept his hair concealed; his eyes seemed brighter, bestowing his face a more youthful, supple glow; a traditional Japanese hair accessory was pinned to a lock of hair; and he wore a simple yet elegant sky blue yukata. Lovely – there was no other way to describe how Phoenix looked. He was still very much male, but the effeminate garbs provided a tasteful balance; a pretty boy in pretty clothing. It made Apollo forget the crux of his affliction if only for a fleeting moment.

"Kid, you alright? I was only joking about that kiss," Phoenix said worriedly, waving a hand in front of the brunette's eyes. "Apollo? Apollo?"

"Um, uh…" He quickly shook his head to clear some distracting thoughts as well as the blush off his face. "I-I'm fine! Uh…" His eyes darted about distractedly and landed on the broom grasped in Phoenix's hands. "What're you doing?"

He could have smacked himself. Rude. Way to sound totally accusatory when he was the one who had bumped into Phoenix in the first place. Thankfully, only mild surprise registered across Phoenix's face and he brushed Apollo's brusque manners aside with a carefree smile.

"Oh, this?" He indicated at the broom in his hands and the pile of cherry blossoms at his feet. "Just tending to the estate garden. With The Gavinners' concert over, I'm out of the job. So, I'll be helping the Kitakis until their old caretaker comes back."

Apollo raised a curious brow. "More odd jobs?"

"Yep. Though I wouldn't exactly consider this a job… more like a favor between us neighbors."

Phoenix's eyes trailed distractedly to the side and Apollo followed his gaze, only for his own eyes to widen in shock at the estate's stunning oriental landscape and outlandish decor. It amazed him how he hadn't noticed the place until now; the Kitaki residence really stuck out like a rose in winter: high walls topped with grey sloping tiles surrounded the extravagant compound like a fortress reminiscent of the old Japanese tradition; beautifully tended bonsai lined the estate; and the main gate towered intimidatingly over any passerby, its grand torii erected out of solid wood cast a deep, long shadow across the otherwise plain sidewalk. A single wooden signboard with the word 'KITAKI' etched on it in bold letters, hung over the arch; and on either side of the gate's mainframe, a pair of paper lanterns with a fox's head printed on their front, greeted their guests with playful coquetry. Granted, the wooden doors were left only slightly ajar, but over Phoenix's shoulder, Apollo could make out the beautiful garden which lay within, with its forest of pink cherry blossom trees and elegant zen landscape – and that was only the front garden. He could only imagine how the main house looked like, how obnoxiously huge the whole estate was and how far it stretched. The Kitaki house was like a world of its own: an exotic eutopia, a home out of its time.

"How exactly are you guys neighbors again?"

"We, uh, live across the street from each other?" replied Phoenix in a manner that implied he was unconvinced himself.

No, you live around the street corner. In a single unit in a low rise building. Approximately 8 minutes away. No where near, was what Apollo wanted to retort, but instead deadpanned with a, "Sure."

"What about Prosecutor Gavin?" he continued.

"No shows, no dresser," Phoenix replied with a shrug. "Though working for ex-gangsters isn't actually as bad as everyone thinks."

"Wait– WHAT?" Apollo almost had a cardiac arrest. "You're working for the yakuza?!"

"Ex-gangsters," Phoenix stressed, inwardly annoyed by both Apollo and Kristoph's misconceptions. "They've turned over a new leaf some years back. Mr. Kitaki started a bakery and the family's thinking of expanding into a cafe."

"So what you're saying is, our local pastries are being produced by the head of the biggest crime syndicate of this country?!"

"Oh sure, everything sounds awful when you say it like that."

Apollo facepalmed and resisted yelling at the oblivious man. Instead, he collected himself and decided to give Phoenix and his judgment the benefit of the doubt.

"How long will you be working here?" he casually changed the subject.

"About a month or so," Phoenix replied with a carefree smile. "I'm just helping Mrs. Kitaki manage the estate; perform some chores here and there; babysit the kid."

Apollo perked up in attention. "Kid? You mean like change its diapers, feed it and stuff?"

Phoenix laughed but even Apollo could tell it was forced. "Heh, right… if your kid isn't a hormonal, gun-crazed teenager bent on converting the family to the old ways and attempts to elope with his girlfriend at least 4-5 times a week." He folded his arms, an annoyed scowl across his face as he added as an afterthought, "Thank god Trucy turned out normal."

Apollo was tempted to point out that in no way was Trucy normal – not by regular standards – but figured aspiring magicians were a lot less harmful than aspiring gangsters. Aspiring gangsters with a lot of cash and social influence. However, before he could get another word out, a brash, obnoxious voice punctuated with an obvious devil-may-care attitude and unmistakable Japanese accent, sliced through their conversation like a blade through ricepaper. And what rattled Apollo's composure more, was that the speaker was clear across the entire compound. Boy, could they give his Chords of Steel a run for its money.

"Yo, O.G! I'm not paying ya ta chitchat all summer! Wrap up and head in, mom wants ta talk ta ya!"

"Your mom's the one paying," Phoenix hollered back with surprisingly good humor. "And use that tone of voice with me again, Wocky, and I'll clean out the weapons room!"

"Yer whack, old man! Ain't nobody touches my babies!"

"I have the master key!"

"Che! Yer cramping my style…"

The voice faded, it's owner no doubt sulking away, defeated. Meanwhile, Apollo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows perplexingly throughout the entire exchange. Was that Wocky Kitaki? Only son and child of the notorious yakuza head, Winfred Kitaki? He never saw how the kid looked like, but he already got the impression the boy was more than a handful – and he had his own weapons vault? No matter how Apollo thought about it, this arrangement sounded insane. A poker player was one thing; a dresser seemed harmless enough; but a temporary caretaker-cum-attendant of a yakuza estate? Just what exactly had Phoenix signed up for?!

"Does he always… talk like that?" Apollo broke the awkward silence.

Phoenix sighed, "You get used to it." Then he turned around fully to face his companion, a sudden demure disposition overtaking him. "I should go. It was nice catching up. I… I really missed you."

The sight of Phoenix's embarrassment caused Apollo to blush as well. The latter stuttered and cleared his throat in a bid to appear unmoved.

"Actually sir, since you're here, I need a favor," he decided to cut to the chase. "The thing is, I, uh, misplaced my office keys and I was wondering if you'd happen to own a spare set?" All he received was a low chuckle as his answer, much to his mortification.

"Oh dear, Kristoph isn't going to be too pleased if he hears about this," Phoenix commented, biting on his lower lip to stifle a giggle. But he took pity on the brunette and set his broom aside. "Unfortunately, I don't have one. Kristoph would never entrust me with something so important." His eyes twinkled mysteriously under the morning light. "But I do have this–"

And with a grand flourish, he retrieved an innocent playing card from within his yukata sleeve. Apollo eyed the insignificant prop with a dubious frown.

"The ace of spades? How's that going to help me?"

Phoenix tsked, teasingly wagging a finger in front of Apollo's eyes. "So serious," he mocked, his tongue darting out to playfully lick his lips. "Let me open your eyes to the truth that you fail to see."

"That sounds like a corny pickup line."

"Shush."

In a series of fluid, graceful movements of a practiced dealer, Phoenix skillfully turned the card between his fingers then flicked his wrist, and faster than the eye could blink, the ace of spades disappeared to be replaced by the very set of keys Apollo had been so desperately searching for all morning. With a proud smirk, Phoenix turned his wrist. Apollo quickly stumbled forward to catch the keys before they hit the ground, speechless.

"What the– how?"

"You pick up a few tricks when you've made a career out of poker and have a daughter who's a magician," Phoenix answered before disrespecting all personal boundaries when he leaned in to whisper sensually into Apollo's ear. "Silly lawyer-boy, they were in your front pocket the whole time…" His fingers dipped playfully past the hem of the brunette's vest pocket and Apollo blushed, not out of embarrassment from his own carelessness, but from the excitement of Phoenix's intimate touch.

As if sensing the lawyer's willingness (Apollo didn't seem anywhere close to resisting his advances), Phoenix's eyes darkened in lust and he placed his hands gently against Apollo's firm and broad chest, not quite demanding, but enough to feel the slight ripple of muscle beneath the fabric as the younger breathed. Apollo gulped and Phoenix found his gaze honing in on that adorable adam's apple bobbing nervously in the kid's throat. The temptation to duck his head and give it a quick lick proved increasingly satisfying. Just the thought of engaging in any form of foreplay in public with Apollo sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He enjoyed pushing the kid's buttons, wanted to see how far he could take him before that fire he adored ignited in Apollo's eyes once again. There was just something addictive about the kid's passionate sincerity, his stumbling and fumbling, and most of all, his courageous heart. Phoenix had never known anyone as pure as him; and perhaps, he harbored a perverse glee in slowly tainting that naivety and watching it sin for him. He knew he owned Apollo's heart – that right would never be contested – but in some twisted way, didn't the kid also own his? There were things Apollo made him do, things like pushing the limits to his own infidelity: what would Kristoph say if he knew he was initiating affaire with his employee/understudy? Was his repugnant personal opinion on himself simply an excuse to justify his immoral actions? Did guilt mean nothing to him? But the moment he felt Apollo's hands snake possessively around his waist, he stopped thinking.

"Mr. Wright," Apollo whispered, feeling himself lose to his own inhibitions. Phoenix felt so soft, so small and wonderful under his fingers. Their lips were so close, they breathed each other's air.

"L-Listen, let's both do ourselves a favor and… stop this… before… we…"

A blinding glint caught his eye and Apollo stumbled back before he could claim Phoenix's plump lips in a kiss. He swore beneath his breath, but his irritation died down as soon as his gaze dropped to the source of their unfavorable interruption. There, nestled snugly and a little too perfectly around Phoenix's left ring finger, was an elegantly set blood-red diamond on a delicate silver band. Apollo had no idea how he had missed that at first, but now as it sparkled and gleamed obnoxiously under the sunlight, he kind of wished he never noticed it forever.

"What's that?" he said in an empty whisper, already knowing the answer before Phoenix could speak.

Said man instinctively covered the ring with his free hand, almost as if he was embarrassed – not by its discovery, but for getting caught.

"Um… it's… a gift. F-From Kristoph," Phoenix dropped his gaze nervously and fretted with his fingers.

"Mr. Gavin spontaneously buys red diamond rings as gifts," Apollo retorted with a little more bite than he intended. Clearly, he wasn't convinced with his boss' generosity and Phoenix's pathetic coverup.

The ex-lawyer bit his lip and mentally admonished himself. Why not just tell the truth? It was a simple task: tell the kid he's engaged to Kristoph and this was the ring to prove it. Unfortunately, Phoenix couldn't bring himself to be completely honest. It was complicated; at least he didn't think it was four days ago when he accepted Kristoph's proposal, but now with Apollo standing here as a physical reminder of his inconsistent heart, Phoenix felt his dilemma grow. Why was the kid making this so hard?

"H-He gave it to me…"

"When?"

"The night you won the case," he answered quickly, lamely, suddenly realizing the irony of it all. "Kristoph had it all planned. We're… engaged."

Apollo's shoulders sagged. So that's why Mr. Gavin wanted to see him so urgently after the trial.

"You said yes."

It was more of a final statement than a question. Phoenix bowed his head.

"Yes."

He didn't understand; he was so confused. He loved Kristoph, didn't he? He was sure he did. Apollo was only a fling; a means to an end. Then what was this dark, sinking feeling in his chest? Why did his heart feel so choked up that it hurt to breathe? Why did he feel so immeasurably guilty?

The silence stretched on between them. Not even the kind rustling of the wind through their hair brought them any comfort. The cold finality of Phoenix's statement caused a rift in their relationship, and the older felt the gap widen the longer they conversed in silence. Apollo seemed to have retreated somewhere deep within himself – somewhere so dark and impenetrable that Phoenix himself could not reach him. And just when he decided to take it all back, Apollo stopped him in a voice as cold and unforgiving as ice.

"It'll be better if you didn't say anything," he said and turned his back to Phoenix. "I got to go."

The distance grew between them with every step Apollo took. Powerless, Phoenix watched him go, burdened by his conscience; the diamond ring weighing heavily on him like his slowly breaking heart. He felt so trapped.

To be continued...

Author's note:

They always say marriage gives people second thoughts ;)

Anyway, things will progress a little slow at first, until the first turning point (you'll know when it happens). Right now, I'll be focusing on developing the Kitaki's background, as well as how the Wrights fit into the picture. As you can already see, I've tweaked a few things from the original "Turnabout Street Corner".

Thanks for reading!