Title: Love is a Problematic Turnabout

Rating: M

Summary: Rogue Leissen is a 24-year-old girl that closely works with Kristoph Gavin as an assistant. He picked her up off the streets 12 years ago, and ever since she has held great affection for him. What happens when Kristoph needs an alibi will change history for the AA universe as we know it. Kristoph/Oc

A/N's: I have big aspirations for this story, I hope you readers enjoy. Please leave a comment/review if you think the concept is good - I would like to know. I have a few chapters pre-written, so I may be able to update regularly if I'm inspired by you guys. Right now I'm mainly focused on my other story 'Treasure' because I have the support of some account holders here and some friends. Chapters for 'Love is a Problematic Turnabout' take a longer time to write because I have to research the AA:AJ timeline when I'm planning out the chapter plots. So, please let me know after reading if you think I should regularly work on this fic. Thanks in advance.

For now I should be updating every other Monday unless otherwise requested

. Rating M is for future chapters and language.

Chapter One: The Place that I Call Home

I woke up the morning of April 16th with a sickening feeling in my stomach, the kind you get when you just know something horrible is going to happen, but not know exactly what that thing is. I can already tell that today is going to be a botched day… I don't even want to know what's going to happen now in this crazy world of mine, but if I had to bet on it, I'd put my money on the table that it won't be good.

I roll to the left in my comfy bed to check the time - I have my clock on my left nightstand. Well, I have it on my only nightstand; my room is quite small when compared to the rest of the apartment. There's a regular-sized kitchen and dining area that include a dishwasher and a dining table, a living area on the small side with a large television that we only use to watch the news, a large bathroom with both a bathtub and a walk-in shower (I love both, the water is just so nice to relax in after a long day of work and chores), and then, of course, the two separate bedrooms - mine and Kristoph's.

The time is already 8:14a.m., so as per usual, Kristoph is already at his "work". By work, I mean the scheming, scamming, and swindling of others as well as playing with forged evidence to get 'Not Guilty' verdicts to boost the 'Gavin Law Offices' reputation. I know for a fact that Kristoph can get the verdicts he desires without having to use illegal means, but he chooses not to. Maybe he just wants the fame and fortunes of taking on the impossible cases and shutting down the prosecution so quickly they wouldn't know what hit them - which is exactly what he does, and he's called a 'defending prodigy' now that Phoenix Wright is gone from the competition. But, that's a story for another time.

You may be wondering by now what I'm doing living in Kristoph Gavin's house and taking about how he's such a fraud at what he does, but I can explain that. I'm a "personal assistant" of sorts - I'm in on the whole ordeal and in on his operations… Or, well, I used to be back before Kristoph became famous for his "talents". I used to create a few fakes, a few evidence forgeries, for him every once in a while. Now I'm just the person who locates the "private artisans" to complete the job for him. When I inquire as to why he won't let me help him in that area of talent anymore, Kristoph sticks to his word and every time mimics the exact same sentence, replying that he doesn't "want to risk it" with mine.

Liar.

It's more like he doesn't want to see me anymore, I mean, he doesn't even let us go to the crime scenes together like we used to! "Risk it" my ass - what changed since that time, my quality of production has not gone down, and if he trusted me then, why doesn't he trust me now? Whenever I question him about that, all I get is a few murmurings about Phoenix Wright, like an obsession. Why does Kristoph hate that man so much? It's not like Wright stole his client, Gramarye requested a new attorney. Sure, it was after he lost a card game, and I can understand that he'd be pissed about losing a client over a simpleton's game, but really, Kristoph? Why would you even concern yourself so much about a client who has that bad judgment he bases who will save his life over a card game. A children's card game!

Anyways back to the topic; he never likes to be, wants to be, seen with me anymore. If he needs someone to go somewhere with him, he just brings his new disciple, that noob named Apollo Justice, with him while he has me at home cleaning his apartment, preparing his meals, and running his errands like a housewife. Oh, I still have to do all that shit today. Damn it.

At least every once in a while he lets me organize files at the office.

At night, while no one's there and when nobody can see me, is the only time he allows it.

I'm starting to feel like a maid more than an assistant… oh gee, what gave me that idea?

Realizing I was still laying on my side and boring holes into the clock with my eyes while my brain was somewhere over the rainbow, I sat up immediately and folded my hands in my lap. I sighed, there was no time to reminisce about the not-really-but-more-than-now action-packed past now - I've got better, more important things to do that are necessary.

Like cut celery and fold laundry.

Ick.

You saved my life, Kristoph. I just wish there was more I could do to help you…

And with that, I got up to get ready for today's work that Kristoph has already set up for me.

I dressed in my usual attire, (a pair of black dress pants, a long-sleeved white shirt with gray stripes and frill in the front, and a black vest), and then proceeded to do the morning apartment chores. I fixed both mine and Kristoph's beds, while getting my dose of daily jealous about that his was a nice purple color and California king-sized while mine was an ashen gray and twin-sized. Afterwards, I went into the kitchen to make myself breakfast and collect my new daily activity list that Kristoph always leaves so courteously for me.

Yay, I have no life. So exciting.

To my surprise, resting neatly next to my grocery list that I had prepared yesterday was a royal-colored envelope - a fancy envelope (everything Kristoph does is fancy, take my word for it) - and a small, glass bottle with a gold chain. It resembled a token necklace.

The bottle: why was it here? Last that I had seen it was a few years ago when I had given it to Kristoph for self defense, if necessary, and for other extraneous purposes - this exchange had happened before he became the cold self towards me that he is nowadays. The truth is, this miniature bottle is deadly - reaching only an inch high in height with thick borders, two parts stand together as one, separated by a thin glass sheet. The bottom held grainy beach sand; the top held four grams of space for a liquid… a poison. Four grams of Atroquinine could be carefully disguised as a token from the sea shore in this bottle.

The bottle, that was now currently empty.

I picked up the Atroquinine container and examined its contents - there was not a single drop of the extremely dangerous poison remaining anywhere on the glass. Kristoph must have either washed it or was completely meticulous in his operation, most likely the latter because he probably would have had me wash it.

Lazy.

"Kristoph, you sly bastard… Who'd you do in this time? For what reason? Why?" I wondered aloud. To think that the object that was meant for my own demise was used to kill others instead was quite ironic. Oh, have I not previously mentioned that this "token" was the only thing I had on my person when my loving parents abandoned my in this city, a city that I knew nothing about at the time?

I was in a car, reading my favorite book and traveling across the coast of sunny California, when suddenly I came to an abrupt stop and the seatbelt snapped like whiplash against my smaller body. My mother roughly pulled me out of the car and onto a grassy patch of some city's park and begins to tell me something that would change my life forever.

"Rogue, sweetheart, stay right here, I promise your father and I will be back for you real soon. There's just something we must do first," my mother says with a sickeningly sweet tone in her voice. Looking back in my 20/20 hindsight vision, she sounded forced, like when you're around one of those girls who keep asking "Does this make my butt look fat?" and you're obligated to say "No" every time.

"Yes, mother," my twelve-year-old self responded, truly believing that they would come back for me. When I look back further, I cannot believe how naïve I was; for goodness sakes, they dragged me out of the car and practically threw me to the ground, is that not suspicious?

"Please, take this token," my father gave me a small bottle he claimed was from the seashore filled with sand and a light blue liquid, "If you ever need us to come back sooner, just drink the water and we'll be there. You open the bottle like this, you see?" He slipped open the top of the bottle and then closed it with a soft click. When he opened the bottle, I did not catch a whiff of seawater, or any kind of water. The blue liquid inside the bottle was completely odorless, and in my youth days in science class, I had never been taught about an odorless substance.

Hurriedly, my mother turned to whisper in my father's ears, and then had a quick talk with him. They seemed… overly excited for whatever they were about to do. After a few moments, the two of them turned and jumped back in the car, driving away.

I hadn't been concerned, or even considered them to be lying, until I saw the incredibly high speed at which they took off into the distance. Normal parents wouldn't leave their young children alone in a city, which I later learned was Los Angeles. Normal parents wouldn't leave their child with "mystic water" that would be able to bring them back sooner with a quick drink. Caring parents wouldn't leave their lonely daughter with mild Asperger's Syndrome to die, unloved and unwanted.

Unwanted remembrance brought back unwanted emotions; especially hatred towards my parents who obviously never loved me. Sighing, I set the bottle back on the table and picked up the fancy royal envelope. "May as well see what he wants…" as if I don't already know.

My Dearest Rogue,

Aww, how sweet.

It has caught my attention that I have completely emptied out our Atroquinine supply. If you would be so kind as to refill the bottle today, I would be so ever grateful.

Purchasing more Atroquinine? I haven't done this in a long time. I guess it's time to go visit Shadi again, then. I haven't seen him in a while… A long while - this should make my day so much more interesting.

As usual, please burn this after you have finished reading this letter.

Sometimes I begin to think that Kristoph has issues. He's very precautious, which is a good thing, but most of the time he's pretty over-the-top like Maximillion Galactica - you know, that famous circus performer from years back? Burn this, burn that. Delete this, delete that. Use gloves, hide it, clean it, stealthily go steal shi- oh wait, that's never happened. But, that's what it feels like.

Like he's been living in fear… it can't be because of that incident, can it?

Right…

Wright…

I have a second request; Rogue, I need you to call my cell from your cell at precisely nine o'clock tonight. I will not be picking up, so do not under any circumstances leave a message. Thank you in advance.

There's some more… Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

With Love,

Kristoph Gavin

I know it's not much - barely anything at all really, and I know that Kristoph doesn't mean it in that particular context, but regardless, it makes something inside of my heart flutter because I have a secret.

A secret that is the reason for which I still stay here with him after twelve whole years.

A secret that is the reason for which I live my life in the shadows and do everything he wishes of me because it makes him less stressed and happier.

A painful secret.

A heart wrenching secret.

A powerful secret.

An unconfessed secret.

That secret is…

I'm in love with Kristoph Gavin.

Thank you for reading! I've had this idea for a while but I had never found the time to make it become a story. I got into a large Ace Attorney hype the other day when I saw the Japanese trailer once more for PW: AA5, aka Dual Destinies, and I got re-inspired. Also, I have ideas for and started writing a MilesxOc and an ApolloxOc fic, but I'm not sure what the directions for them are yet, so PM me if you have any ideas!

By the way, the Shadi mentioned is not Shadi Smith/Zack Gramarye. He's just a, hehe, shady guy you will meet soon. Puns~

Next chapter Rogue will be out on a mission to get more Atroquinine and Kristoph returns to the apartment early in the morning of April 17th! (Bonus cookies awarded to the AA:AJ fans who know what date that is!)