Hi, everyone! I'm back! With a new chapter, it's not beta readed yet (demonprosecutor, if you're reading this, please forgive me!), and I didn't want you guys to think that I have forgotten this story, please forgive the grammar mistakes, I tried my best! EDIT: demonprosecutor edit it for me! The grammar doesn't sucks anymore.

Apollo Justice: The Fey Chronicles

"From Kristoph?" Phoenix asked, looking strangely at the bouquet that Apollo had just given him.

"Yeah, I thought that it was weird as well," replied the young attorney.

Apollo and Phoenix were in the Side Room of the Manor. After all that crying, Trucy wasn't in the mood for a murder investigation. Right now, she was in the kitchen with Maya, helping her with dinner. Apollo took this opportunity to deliver Kristoph's gift.

"Heh," Phoenix snorted. "You sure know how to provoke people, Kristoph," he said to no one in particular. "A bouquet of dahlias and irises – you know how to mess with scars from the past."

Scars of the past? Apollo thought, confused.

"Mr. Wright?"

"What?"

"Well, why would Mr. Gavin want to give you this? What sort of connections could you have with these flowers?"

Phoenix stared at the ceiling for moment, then finally turned to Apollo.

"I dunno..." He said lazily. "You know how Kristoph can be weird sometimes." He said with goofy smile. But, behind this smile, Apollo saw something. Not something. Some things. There were 5 psyche-locks. 5.

What...What could Mr. Wright be hiding?"

As Apollo left the manor, planning to see Dusa, he noticed a group of people in front of the Kurain Boulder. It was Ema, Vera and Franziska.

The prosecutor was waving her whip around and barking orders at Ema. Sometimes she would point at Vera, who would flinch every time. Apollo decided that he didn't want to get invloved.

Suddenly, Ema threw a snackoo at Franziska, and shouted "That's it!". Vera gasped and braced herself for the worst as she looked at Franziska with fear. She had noticed that Franziska wasn't as kind as she had previously thought.

Franziska simply sighed calmly. She pointed her whip at a bag lying on the floor. Ema froze in terror, and Vera looked at the prosecutor as if she was threatening to kill someone. Curious. Apollo took a closer look at the scene. Ah, she had indeed threatened someone. Ema's precious chemistry set. Ema whimpered and sadly returned to her work. Vera patted her on the back, trying to comfort her.

Apollo looked at scene with pity. And that, without a doubt...is that, he thought, and went on his way.

Apollo was looking at Dusa's house, dumbfounded.

"Mia wasn't kidding when she said Dusa had a sick fixation with snakes," he muttered to himself.

Dusa's house – if that could be considered a house, as Apollo felt that the word "lair" was more appropriate – was full of snakes decorations. There were snakes everywhere, from the pattern on the floor to the design of the doorknob.

"Such a creepy place..." Apollo said as he entered the place. "And the atmosphere blends so well with the night-time," he added with sarcasm.

As he entered the place unannounced –he had the feeling that if he announced himself, snakes would pop out of everywhere and charge at him – he carefully walked through the house, trying not to look at the snake-themed furniture in the house. Suddenly, he heard something crawling on the floor. He instantly tensed and looked around nervously.

"Snake, snake..." He muttered as he walked, until he felt something on his feet.

"SNAKEEEEEEEE!" He screamed and ran through the room, hiding himself in a cardboard box behind the couch.

"Mystic Polly?"

Apollo gasped. Hugh? He got outside the box and saw that Hugh was sweeping the floor with a broom. His mind went blank as he tried to do some math.

Hugh + Broom + Sweeping the floor + Room full of snake objects = ...

He snapped back to reality when he realized the answer to his equation.

"Hugh, NEVER DO THIS AGAIN!" he shouted at a confused Hugh.

"Do what?" Before the angry attorney could reply, another voice spoke.

"What is the meaning of this ruckus?" A very venomous voice said from the door. Hugh froze on the spot. Ugh, this poisonous voice... it could only be...

At one of the doors stood a very angry Dusa, glaring at petrified Hugh.

"Hugh, what have you done this time – oh, another visitor?" She looked at Apollo, who waved nervously at her. "Oh. You are that attorney," she said in polite, yet mocking tone. What do you mean by "that attorney"?

"Mr. Justice, I'm sure you would like to ask me some questions, but I must ask you to wait a bit as I am currently meditating. Hugh; while I finish my meditation, please prepare some tea for my guest. Now hush, tiger boy."

She spoke so fast that Apollo couldn't answer, and returned to her room. Apollo looked at Hugh with confusion before asking: "Tiger boy? Did she just call you tiger boy?"

"Yeah, I believe she did..."

"..."

"..."

They kept staring at each other until Hugh realized what Apollo was talking about.

"N-N-No, Mystic Polly, you got it all wrong! I'm not...we're not...I mean, as if I would...ugh...look, you are seriously misunderstanding things here!"

"Really? Do tell," Apollo said, looking at Hugh with pity.

"Look, she called me tiger boy, not because...of something like that. She called me tiger boy, because of my position in the family!"

"Position?" Now the attorney was curious.

Hugh sighed. "This is going a long story, but I guess you should know. It's the story of the Fey clan."

Again, I'm sorry for any grammar mistake. By the way, the whole tiger thing that Hugh is going to explain is a sort of caste system based on the chinese astrology that theFey clan used to have. Note the word "used", it doesn't exist anymore. See you next time!