(A:N: Ack! I didn't realize how long it's been since I last updated it until a few seconds ago! XD Forgive me, please! Alex: Enough of the sob story, and answer the REVIEWS!
technicolortardis: ... *looks back* Oh my... I just noticed this. XD Whoops!
Natekleh: Well... Maybe he's immortal or something? I dunno...
Ryszard: XD It isn't Payne, that would be a good crack ending though.
Elchikaah Haly: And it felt good too. XD I'm glad you still enjoyed Michael, even if he was hard to write. Your welcome, I hoped that I could make her "Hold its!" better.
AlithiaSigma: XD Not really.
Me: Also, sorry if this update takes awhile. I got a few new games, one is Remember Me. And I got addicted, so addicted I'm already thinking of oneshot ideas when I've barely started it. XD Alex: Don't forget Dishonored. Me: *gags* Don't remind me... Just do your job, and do the DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Ace Attorney! It belongs to Capcom!)
Profiles
Athena Cykes: Age 18. She's gonna help me during the trial! I just hope she uses Widget too...
Phoenix Wright: Age 34. The defendant on trial today! Let's see if my detective skills can free him.
Gerald 'Green' Tree: Age 68. A debt collector. He was a witness in Daddy's last trial, but now he's the victim of this one.
Real Check: Age 18. The detective for this trial. She seems a bit scattered today.
Prosecutor Versteckt: Age ?. The prosecutor for this trial. How did he know who I really am..?
Michael Prower: Age 21. He's a technician and cameraman for a news cast. He seems to never put down his camera for some reason.
Wendy Oldbag: Age ?. An old lady that works the microphone for a news cast. She has a thing for Mr. Edgeworth.
Judge: Age ?. He's the judge overseeing the trail today. He's pretty clueless, but he makes fair verdicts from what I've heard.
Evidence
Attorney's Badge: This is really Daddy's, but he's letting me use it for now.
Autopsy Report: Victim died at exactly 12:37 AM due to one puncture wound through the chest. There are bruises all over the body, deeper study has shown that the bruises were inflicted after death occurred.
Pictures of the Crime scene and weapon: There are a few pictures of Daddy shoving a man onto a trident and pictures of the trident itself. The trident is rusted, but still sharp. The pictures of the crime scene are supposedly from Michael Prower's camera.
Strange Bloodstain: A bloodstain found around the scene of the crime, it's still fresh somehow though...
Riot Stick: A metal stick used by cops, is this what gave Mr. Tree those wounds?
Strange piece of Cloth: A piece of cloth found in the bushes. It's blue with edges of white around the center.
Bloodstained Hoodie: A gray hoodie, which looks a lot like Daddy's old one, with a giant bloodstain on the front. The detective is taking it to forensics.
District Courthouse: Defense lobby #4
February 1-4:48 PM
Phoenix hummed to himself as he chewed on the pen, gazing to the right. "... So the killer had my old hoodie..?" Trucy nodded as Athena looked at her Mood Matrix's screen, seemingly bored. "Yeah, but isn't it still at the agency..? Somewhere?"
Athena closed her Mood Matrix's screen with a wave of her hand before turning to the father daughter duo. "Wouldn't Apollo know? He's the one who usually cleans up the place." Trucy bit her lip, gazing to the right as she tapped her chin. "... Isn't he the only one who cleans the agency?" Athena frowned, placing her fist infront of her as Trucy took out her phone. "Hey! I clean the toilet!"
"*Show some respect!*"
Phoenix made a sharp laugh before patting Athena on the back."We already do, no worries!" Trucy snickered at Athena's childish pout before she checked the text from Apollo earlier.
Forehead the Magnificent!: Trucy! I saw some of the news. Mr. Wright is getting arrested for murder again? I would think Athena would be defending him, but who's this... Attorney? I've never seen or heard of her until today. If Mr. Wright isn't in good hands, pounding headache or not, I will defend him.
Trucy didn't know whether to sigh or laugh at the conversation. She glanced at Phoenix and Athena, who were going through the autopsy, before texting back.
The Amazing Trucy!: It's... Really complicated. And if I see you at this courthouse, I will personally drag you back to your apartment. You're not in a stable condition, Athena had to carry you back home.
A few moments later, Apollo texted back.
Forehead the Magnificent!: I know. I just feel so... Useless, like I'm watching through a glass wall. I could do something, but I just can't reach. All because of this silly headache, I can't get up without nearly falling and almost killing myself by getting strangled by a blanket.
The Amazing Trucy!: A news headline that won't surprise me. I can see it now. 'Attorney nearly kills himself trying to stand up!' Klavier will have a laugh with that one!
Forehead The Magnificent!: Ha ha, very funny. What seems to be the problem?
The Amazing Trucy!: I never said there was a problem...
Forehead The Magnificent!: Whenever you text me, there is a problem. Now come on.
Trucy laughed quietly at the text before typing back.
The Amazing Trucy!: Do you know where Daddy's hoodie is?
Forehead The Magnificent!: You mean his old gray one? I had to take it to my apartment since Mr. Wright is to lazy to clean it, I'm looking at it right now.
The Amazing Trucy!: Can you send me a pic?
A small yelp from behind made Trucy jump, and quickly turn. Athena had a hand over her heart as she glared at the doorway. Prosecutor Versteckt stood there, his mouth forming a snarl as he looked around. "Where is she?"
"..." Trucy pocketed the phone, looking around the room also. "Who's 'she'."
Versteckt ran a hand through his hair as he walked in, glancing inside the courtroom before turning to Trucy. "That pestilential detective?"
(What does pesti... Pesto..? Pasta..? I give up?)
Athena raised her hand, placing her other hand to her hip. "What does that word mean?"
(I'm glad I'm not the only one!)
Versteckt scowled. "I have no time to teach you imbeciles proper English. That detective isn't here for her role, and we don't have the time to teach another one her lines."
Athena's eyes narrowed in confusion before she mouthed some words to Phoenix and Trucy.
Lines? Role?
"Ms. Cykes, a word of advice." Versteckt smirked as he placed his hands in his pockets. "Do not mouth words to people, it's actually very rude. Just say it aloud for the cast to hear." He walked up to her, his piercing, hazel eyes, boring into her calm, blue ones. "Is there something wrong with the script? Should I change it?"
"..." Athena stood up, and jabbed him in the chest with her right pointing finger with each word. "What's with you?" Versteckt scowled, grabbing her hand. "What do you mean?"
Athena didn't cringe at the applied pressure to her hand, rather, her glare hardened. "With plays. I mean, mein gott! Mr. Gavin has a passion with rock, but it's not like he references it in every single sentence he says!"
Versteckt laughed, flicking Athena's hand out of his grip. "Tell me, if all you could remember were faint memories of something you loved, you did, would you do it?" His face slowly grew solemn as he looked towards the ground, his cape covering his arms from view as he looked at his hands. "To see if people's reactions... If it triggers anything..." He flinched before he made a sharp turn, the cape he wore nearly smacking Phoenix in the face. "I'll be off, see you in court Ms. Silk." He jogged out of the room before Athena could catch him.
Phoenix gazed at the clock on the wall as Athena and Trucy thought in silence.
(The only thing there is 'faint memories of what you loved'? So he should be an actor... He had to be able to take the bar though, so he was either a past attorney that failed the bar, or a retired actor who studied law... Augh, I don't know anymore!)
The silence was cut off as Trucy's phone vibrated in her pocket, making Athena glare at her as Phoenix snickered. Trucy wasn't paying attention as she whipped out her phone.
From Apollo, a picture of a gray hoodie sat on a chair, facing upward with the sleeves out. As small message was written on the bottom.
Forehead The Magnificent!: Sorry it took so long. I had to find it while using the walls like a crutch. What is this for anyway?
The Amazing Trucy!: Thank you so much Polly! It's for the case! If there's anyway to repay you, just say it!
Forehead The Magnificent!: How about changing the contact name you gave me to just Apollo?
The Amazing Trucy!: How about I tell Daddy you called him lazy?
Forehead The Magnificent!: Never mind, I like Forehead The Magnificent! Tell that attorney I said good luck in that case Trucy!
The Amazing Trucy!: Don't blow a gasket trying to get up! :P
Forehead The Magnificent!: -_- Goodbye.
Trucy giggled as she turned to Athena and Phoenix. "Guys! I got a picture of-"
The bailiff ran into the room, panting heavily. "C-court is a-bout to..." The officer took a deep breath of air before continuing. "Reconvene. C-can the d-d-defense please t-take their p-p-place behind the stands..?"
(What happened to this guy?!)
Phoenix wrapped an arm around the man, patting his back as he nodded towards the courtroom entrance. "Go on Hecate, Athena, I'll take care of the bailiff."
Trucy and Athena glanced at each other before nodding, running towards the entrance of the courtroom.
Court is back in session
All Rise
The judge hit the gavel against his desk, clearing his throat. "Ahem, the trial of Phoenix Wright will now reconvene. Is the defense ready?"
Trucy nodded, adjusting the glasses on her face as she spoke. "Bien sûr, your honor!"
The judge blinked before sighing. "I'm not at all sure what that meant, but I think it runs along the line of yes?" Trucy smiled uneasily as she tugged on her braid. "Ha... Yeah..."
The judge nodded before glancing at Versteckt. "Is the prosecution prepared as well?" Versteckt sighed as he leaned back on the wall, placing his hands into his pockets. "I am your honor, although, I am not sure of that obnoxious detective."
(How does Check work with this guy..?)
The judge seemed shocked as he looked around the courtroom. "Really? And how so?" Versteckt cleared his throat, placing a hand up to his mask. "Well, I haven't exactly seen Ms. Check after I ran off to.. Check on some files..."
Trucy and Athena snickered, drawing a glare from the masked man across the room. "Therefore, I do not think we can continue this trial until we can-"
"Uhm, hello?" Everyone in the room turned towards the courtroom's open doorways. Real was standing there, smiling sheepishly with a notebook in her hand, the hoodie not in her possession.
(The lab guys must have taken it in...)
Versteckt leaned on his desk, grasping the front of it as he scowled. "Detective Check, I hope you have a good reason for not being present for most of your part..."
Real smiled uneasily, opening her notebook. "Of course!" She looked through it as she walked forward. "I was looking around for-"
She grunted as she bumped into the witness stand, earning a small smirk from Versteckt.
(I... Really don't have words for this...)
"I was..." Real pushed the sunglasses she wore, smiling sheepishly. "You sir, I had the file, and the bailiffs had no clue where you were sooo..."
Versteckt leaned back against the wall, humming as he thought. "... So you thought it was smart to wander aimlessly around the courthouse looking for me? Where it would be quiet obvious of where I would be?" Real shook her head, pocketing her notebook. "But you weren't in the lobby when I checked! The only guy there was that one guy who keeps telling me to stop running!"
(This is... Probably the most childish thing I've seen in this courtroom... And that's strange coming from me. Should I intervene..?)
She placed a hand to her chin, glancing at the judge.
(It doesn't seem like the judge won't do anything...)
"Detective Check, I still find it foolish that you didn't think of calling me, or texting the results."
(If I want to step in, now is a good time...)
Trucy slammed the defense stand with both of her hands, frowning. "It's the prosecution's job to make sure the evidence and witnesses are kept in check, Mr. Versteckt! I would say you are being the irresponsible one!"
Versteckt stepped back in shock, his mask shook, seeming loose, before he quickly fixed it. "You... Imbecile, are you calling me irresponsible you insolent twit?"
Athena slumped forward, sweat pouring down her face at Trucy. "Trucy, I don't think it was a good move to anger this guy. He was already mad at us..."
Trucy laughed uneasily, rubbing the top of her head as she stuck out her tongue. "He he... Whoops."
The judge blinked before slamming his gavel. "I think that's enough you three. Detective Check, can you report the findings you collected about the hoodie?"
Real slowly nodded, taking her notebook out of her pocket again. "Of course..."
Witness Testimony
-The Gray Hoodie-
"After I got the order from Versteckt, I went right to the lab guys! They immediately took in my request, and took the blood off the hoodie to sample it. The blood on the hoodie, was, in fact, the victim's! While the hoodie itself was the defendant's, Mr. Wright's."
Trucy hummed as she glanced at her phone. "Athena, should we use that picture Apollo sent yet?" Athena crossed her arms, flicking her moon earring. "Hmm... Not yet." She placed her hands to her hips before shaking her head. "Maybe we should get a few more details before we show the photo." Trucy nodded before sighing, shaking her head.
Cross Examination
-Silk VS Versteckt-
"After I got the order from Versteckt, I went right to the lab guys!" Trucy tugged on her braid, tilting her head slightly. "UN MOMENT!" She then placed a hand on the defense stand, patting it to bring up its screen. "When did you get the order from Mr. Versteckt exactly?" Real flipped through her notebook. "It was right around-"
"INSOLENCE!" Versteckt slammed the wall behind him, smirking. "Ms. Silk, don't play dumb, you were with me and the detective when I told her about the hoodie. So was Ms. Cykes." Trucy stared at the screen before smiling sheepishly, her glasses crooked as she rubbed the top of her head. "Really? Ha, I forgot..."
"Hmph" He leaned back on the wall, placing his hands in his pockets. "Don't forgot next time, Ms. Silk, I won't be so merciful."
(If that was you merciful, I would hate to see you threatening...)
"They immediately took in my request, and took the blood off the hoodie to sample it."
(I see no questions to ask here.)
She narrowed her eyes at Versteckt, who had his eyes shut in thought.
(I think I know why that request was taken in so fast.)
"The blood from the hoodie was, in fact, the victim's!"
"HOLD IT!" Trucy glanced at Athena, her mouth slightly agape. "At-athena?" Versteckt didn't open his eyes as he spoke. "Something you want to say Ms. Cykes?" Athena nodded, flicking her moon earring. "Yeah, you see, I have this... Talent." Versteckt opened his eyes, smirking as he fingered his mask. "Ah, yes. I've heard of this talent of yours. The talent of hearing people's emotions and presenting it in front of all audience to see. Pray tell, what relevance does this have now?" Athena opened her Mood Matrix before glancing at Real. "When you mentioned the blood on the hoodie being the victim's, I heard a lot of happiness from you. Care to explain?"
Real smirked as she glanced at the gallery. "Nothing, just a side bet I had." A man rose his hand, frowning. "That she almost lost!"
(Did she really have a bet over evidence?!)
Versteckt sighed, waving an arm. "You'll get used to her childish ways soon. I have. Detective Check, continue your part."
""While the hoodie itself was the defendant's, Mr. Wright's."
(Before showing the photo, I should dive a little deeper here...)
"UN MOMENT! Detective, how sure are you that the hoodie in question is, in fact, the defendant's?"
"INSOLENCE! Ms. Silk." Versteckt tapped his knuckle on the desk, smirking. "I think you know as I do, from a few pictures, that this is indeed Mr. Wright's hoodie."
"OBJECTION!" Trucy slammed the defense stand with the palm of her right hand, frowning. "But there are tons of other gray hoodies, how do you know this is the defendant's?"
"INSOLENCE! The people at the park who were near the crime were asked if they owned a gray hoodie. All of the people said no Ms. Silk. And yes." Versteckt smirked as he fingered his mask. "I take their word for it."
(Time to do it! Time to show that photo!)
Trucy crossed her arms in defiance, smirking. "Really now? Well, I have definite evidence that the hoodie here is not Mr. Wright's!" She took out her phone, and pushed a few buttons on it. "And here it is!" The picture Apollo sent showed up on all the screens. The judge leaned forward. "Is that... A gray hoodie? I don't see what this has to do with the case..."
"... ! You little..." Versteckt leaned on his desk, gripping the front until his knuckle turned white. Trucy's grin grew a little as she spoke. "What you see before you is a picture one Apollo Justice sent to me! His boss, Phoenix Wright, had asked him to clean the hoodie. Due to Mr. Justice's condition though..." Trucy's grin shrunk a bit at her next statement. "He was unable to return it on time. This photo was sent less then a hour ago!" Versteckt's grip on his desk somehow tightened, his hazel eyes boring into Trucy. "This is absolute nonsense. Your honor! I declare we investigate this man's house to find this hoodie!"
"OBJECTION! Mr. Justice's condition does not allow visitors because of his condition." The judge hummed in thought as he held his gavel. "... What can we do then?"
"INSOLENCE! I say we search the crime scene! Obviously, people didn't look that deep into the crime scene..." He glared at Real, who only smiled back. "And people aren't prepared." He narrowed his eyes at Trucy as he scowled, grinding his teeth. Trucy only stuck out her tongue as she smiled.
(Says you!)
The judge hummed in thought before glancing at Trucy. "Is the defense fine with the prosecution's suggestion?"
Trucy nodded, placing her hands to her hips. "Oui, your honor." The judge nodded, slamming his gavel. "I believe that means yes then. Court will reconvene tomorrow. Dismissed." Trucy sighed in relief as Athena slammed her head onto the desk with a dull thud. "Good job Hecate, we didn't get torn to shreds, but we did get cut." Trucy tapped the desk with the palm of her hand to dismiss the screen. "It's not that deep..." Versteckt stood behind the stand, seemingly gazing off towards the gallery. "That man..." He smirked, shaking his head as he mumbled. "I always wondered how he knew all the details..."
(A:N:You guys have no clue, NO CLUE AT ALL, about how tough it was for me to write this. So much stuff in my life was going down, getting a new phone because my old one had it's touch screen failing, and visiting relatives. I started writing this on May 4th, May 4th. That's how hard this was. So I hope you all enjoyed! R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family.)