(A/N: Again part of the crackfic challenge. This piece is definitely not the best of the ones posted in this collection, but I welcome you to read and review this, idiot brainchild of mine though it may be.
Phoenix Wright and related Characters belong to Capcom…who are nice people and don't want to sue me.
Challenge: Furio Tigre vs. Phoenix Wright involving ice cream)
Phoenix had never been fond of the detention center, as it always seemed to result in his taking an unlikely case that had him fighting tooth and nail for a "Not Guilty" verdict. Today, however, was different. Earlier that morning he had received a call from the detention center. It had been a less than dignified moment for Phoenix as he had jumped and fallen out of bed at the blaring "Steel Samurai" ringtone (Maya threatened to curse him if he changed it, and he wasn't quite sure if she could do that or not, so he figured he'd let it slide until he could ask Mia about it the next time she was channeled.) and had stumbled around his apartment (stubbing his toe on his coffee table, falling over several pairs of shoes and a dirty plate resulting in a score of Apartment-4, Phoenix Wright-0) trying to find it.
The call had been odd to say the least, as the man on the other end of the line had stated Furio Tigre, the loan shark, had requested to speak to him. Phoenix was edgy about meeting anyone he'd managed to indict during trials, but Tigre was a special case. He not only eerily reminded Phoenix of himself, but Tigre had pretended to be him prior to his last case. So Phoenix found himself questioning his sanity as he sat in the uncomfortable folding hair provided for visitors and the guards went back to get Tigre.
As the small-time loan shark was led into the room, Phoenix observed his appearance. While he looked pissed as hell and somewhat tired, he hadn't changed all that much from the way he'd looked at the State vs. Byrde appeal four days ago. He was still wearing his gaudy Dragon-fighting-a-tiger shirt and, aside from the handcuffs, seemed to be little worse for the wear.
Tigre growled at Phoenix, making the other man lean back a bit further, before sitting down and grinning in a decidedly wolfish fashion.
Phoenix cleared his throat and said in a manner that hid his discomfort, "I understand you wanted to meet with me Mr. Tigre. I'm going to tell you there's very little chance I'd consider taking your case if that's what you wanted to talk about."
Tigre stared for a moment, and then laughed uproariously, confusing his counterpart, "Hire YOU?! You're joking right? After what you've done, you're lucky you're behind bullet proof glass!"
Phoenix scooted his cheap folding chair back a bit more, "Then why did you want to talk to me?"
Tigre leaned closer to the glass, and spoke in a confidential tone, "I wanted to see if you'd come, honestly. I was told that in court the resemblance between us was uncanny, but now I see you're nothing like me. You're far too nice. You sit there and act as though you're all high and mighty but really, when it comes down to it, you're weaker than me. Admit it and I'm done here."
Phoenix's face had gotten progressively colder as Tigre had continued and his tone was frosty as he stood, "Tigre, you're right about one thing, I'm nothing like you. I'm STRONGER."
Tigre yelled after Phoenix as the latter strode out of the visitor's room confidently. As he walked down the steps of the detention center, his phone went off again.
He picked it up and smiled, "Hey, Maya. No, I'm not doing anything right now. Sure I can meet you for ice cream…."
(Comments and criticisms welcomed.)