Title: You Can Do Magic
Rating: K+
Characters: Phoenix Wright, Apollo Justice, Trucy Wright, Klavier Gavin
Time: Right after Apollo Justice, Ace Attorney
Additional Note: "You Can Do Magic" belongs to Russ Ballard, the original songwriter.
Phoenix Wright was about to do some reading before going to bed when he heard music. Singing, to be precise. With guitar accompaniment:
"I never believed in things I couldn't see,
I said if I can't feel it, then how could it be?
No, no magic could happen to me
Then I saw you, I couldn't believe it
You took my heart, I couldn't retrieve it
Said to myself, "What's it all about?"
Now I know there can be no doubt
You can do magic, you can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know you're the one who can put out the fire…"
"Apollo, what is going on?" Phoenix asked, going to the room Apollo rented from him at the Wright Anything Agency. Apollo had not yet retired to bed. Indeed, he hadn't even changed out of his red waistcoat and pants.
Apollo peeked out his window. "It appears to be Prosecutor Gavin. Serenading Trucy."
"I know that! But what's the meaning of it?"
"Can't you guess?" Apollo replied. "Never pegged Trucy as an America fan, though."
"Get him out of here!" Phoenix ordered. "Now!"
"Why me?" Apollo whined.
"Because I don't know how to get rid of him. At least, no approach that's legal."
Apollo whispered in his ear.
Phoenix smiled. "That sounds great! Let's go with that!"
Apollo and Phoenix tiptoed downstairs and out the back door.
Klavier, oblivious, kept singing while Trucy watched from her window. She was enthralled.
A spray of cold water came out of nowhere and struck Klavier from the side. He turned and saw Apollo, holding a thumb over a garden hose nozzle. "What the?"
"Mr. Wright's not amused," Apollo said, smirking. "So unless you want another spray, I'd suggest you pack up your guitar and hit the road."
"This wasn't his idea," Klavier said flatly. "I doubt Herr Wright would be so childish."
"It wasn't," Apollo answered sweetly. "I just wanted some free payback for all the times you called me Herr Forehead in the middle of a packed courtroom." He lifted his thumb and another burst of water hit Klavier. This time in the face.
Klavier sputtered. Water dripped down his face. "Very well. I know better than to stay where I'm not wanted." He waved. "I bid thee farewell, Fraulein."
"You should have tried to wipe the water off before trying to act all cool," Apollo muttered as Klavier got on his motorcycle and sped off. "Dumb glimmerous fop."
Phoenix joined Apollo just below Trucy's window after shutting off the water. "Mission accomplished."
Apollo took out his red cell phone and began composing a text to Ema, hoping she'd find the night's incident amusing.
Trucy leaned out the open window, looking rather upset. "Why, Daddy? Why'd you ruin my personal concert?!" She had a teddy bear in her hand and threw it at Phoenix.
Phoenix sighed.