"My KH Adventure"
By cdc100
Summary: Sora is accused of attempted murder. We meet a man named Alan Shore, a lawyer who is fixed on proving Sora's innocence.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure non-profit fan fiction. I do not own any of the characters, their weapons, their abilities, or any of their universes, nor do I own any of the lyrics that will appear in later chapters, or any of the products mentioned in the story such as Coca-Cola, or Playstation.
Chapter Four
"Alan Shore"
"Sora Hikaru?" asked the larger of the two.
"Yes?" answered Sora.
"Will you please place your hands behind your back, sir?" asked the smaller one.
"Wait, whatever it is, I'll come quietly. No handcuffs," said Sora.
"Sora Hikaru, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Alex Beauford," said the taller one.
"What do I do?" asked Sora, in a panic.
"Hold on, Sora, I went to law school," said Kari.
"And you got your degree at fourteen?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," answered Kari. "We'll waive Miranda, officer. Don't answer any questions, Sora, we'll be down to get you in a little bit."
"Okay," answered Sora.
We talked to Sora down at his holding cell, and he kept insisting that he did nothing illegal, and we kept assuring him that we believed him. After this, we received a message telling us where Sora's arraignment would take place.
We took a walk down the street to the First District courthouse, and entered. We walked past a number of people, going by directions written on a piece of paper by Kari.
"They said it was Courtroom 4."
We went in and saw people hustling all over the place, and a judge sitting on his bench and writing notes. We heard a woman's voice over the commotion.
"Docket Number 455671. Commonwealth of Traverse Town versus Sora Hikaru on charges of attempted murder."
"James Douglas for the commonwealth, Your Honor," said a man standing on our right side.
"I will be representing Mr. Hikaru as his attorney, your honor, my name is Kari Ume-"
She was cut off by a man bursting through the door. He was a somewhat pudgy man with brown eyes and a smug expression.
"Alan Shore for the defendant, Your Honor," said he.
The judge and district attorney rolled their eyes.
"You can't just barge in here and claim a client, Mr. Shore!"
"I can if he consents to it! Count to three! Mr. Hikaru, would you like me to help your friend represent you?"
"Did you say your name is Alan Shore?"
"Yes I did."
"I've read about you in the yellow pages. You come highly recommended."
"So, that's a yes?"
"Absolutely!"
"Good."
He stood up and looked at opposing counsel.
"Oh-ho-ho. Now this is fantastic! Mr. Hikaru, I am sure that you will like Mr. Douglas. He is honest, he is a man of his word, he is a good sport, and whenever I go up against him, he obligingly loses!"
"You know, if the Heartless were to torture their captives, they could just make them be you for a day. I imagine it's very excruciating," said Douglas.
"Oh! You have no idea!" replied a chortling Alan Shore.
"How does your client plead, Mr. Shore?"
"Not guilty by reason of the district attorney's insanity."
"That's not a plea!"
"Oh! Well, not guilty, then."
"Commonwealth moves that bail be denied," said the D.A.
"I request that my client be released on his own recognizance," said Shore.
"You're kidding, right?" asked the D.A.
"This is my 'kidding' face!" Mr. Shore let out a goofy smile, and then reverted to his original expression. "This is my 'mean it' face, watch again. I request that my client be released on his own recognizance."
"Your Honor, the defendant has a Gummi Ship, and is an obvious flight risk."
"Flight risk? Your Honor, my client's vehicle was impounded, he has no means of transport, any attempt to flee would be thwarted, he can't afford a flight, and furthermore, he has no intention of fleeing."
"Very well, R.O.R. is granted." said the judge banging his gavel. "Would the defendant like a trial?"
"Yes, speedy," replied Mr. Shore.
"Is the Commonwealth ready?" asked the judge.
"We can begin this afternoon if you're open, Your Honor," replied Douglas.
"Very well, we'll reconvene at 3:00," said the judge.
"Thank you, judge," said Mr. Shore.
"'Later," said the judge.
"You're welcome to come back with me to my office at Howard & Brock," Mr. Shore whispered to us.
"As unnecessary as it might have been, I thank you for your help, Mr. Shore," said Maya.
"Call me Alan," he replied.
Later, we booked a hotel in the First District. We laid our belongings there, and went to see Alan at Howard & Brock, a small but famous law firm. Kari asked the secretary where his office was, and she pointed down the hall as she gave Kari the directions. We eventually came to a door labeled, "Alan Shore" and knocked. The plump man looked up at us from his newspaper and smiled.
"Ah! Mr. Hikaru! Miss Ume! What a nice surprise! Come in and have a seat."
He looked down at his paper once again. He scanned the last bit that he had begun reading, turned the page, and sat the paper down.
"Do you have a plan, Mr. Sh-" began Jack.
"I told you, call me Alan."
"All right, do you have a plan, Alan?" he asked, putting heavy emphasis on his name.
"The thing about me, Mr. Owens, is that I often don't have a plan. However, it wouldn't hurt to have one in your back pocket."
"So, you'll come up with one?" I asked.
"Not my favorite way to proceed, but I can play for that team when the need arises," he replied.
"What do we do first?" asked Tania.
"Well, I don't know if any of you have ever been in court before besides Kari, so I'll have to explain some of the rules."
"We are all key witnesses in this case," said Kari. "We need to decide which ones of us will testify, and if Sora will testify."
"First thing we need to establish though, is whether Sora really tried to kill anyone."
"Why is that?" asked Goofy.
"Because we cannot knowingly put a defendant on the stand to say that he didn't do it when he did. Sora would be prosecuted for perjury, and I would be disbarred. So, Sora, did you try to kill anyone?"
"No, I didn't,"
"Good," replied Alan.
"So, does that mean I can testify?" asked Sora.
"Yes," answered Alan.
"Is it really necessary that Sora testify?" I asked.
"Yes, it is," said Alan, pouring a glass of a golden-brown beverage.
"Why is that, may I ask?"
"Because the Jury needs to hear him say he didn't do it," he replied, taking a swig of what I now recognized as scotch.
"Why are you asking this, Leo?" asked Kari.
"I may need to refer to it in future cases, assuming that there are any."
"But you need to be careful what you say," said Kari to Sora. "Make sure you don't answer more than what you are being asked, and that you don't reveal anything privileged."
"Okay."
"Oh, yeah, I've been meaning to ask you, who was it that filed this claim?" I asked Alan.
"A man by the name of Alex Beauford. He's a respected member of the community."
"Do you have a picture? We may have seen him before."
He rummaged through the case file and picked out a small piece of paper. He scanned it, and slid it across the table to me.
I looked at the picture and gasped.
"What is it?" he asked.
"This guy was turned into a Heartless!" I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he was turned into a Heartless when we first came to Traverse Town. They must have sent him here to frame Sora."
"Does anybody else know this?"
"YES!" we all yelled simultaneously.
"Besides you?" he asked.
We stood mute. We were the only ones in the second district when Mr. Beauford was turned into a Heartless.
"I didn't think so. I suppose that this means you will all have to testify. But we cannot bring up the idea that he is trying to frame Sora. You could lose credibility as witnesses."
We took the next half-hour going over the plans for trial. Alan took a glance at his watch.
"Two-thirty," he said.
"We'd better get moving," said Kari.
With that, we headed to the First District courthouse and proceeded into courtroom four.
To Be Continued…