A/N: Yeah, here's chapter 1...call me silly, but I wrote a couple of chapters before actually deciding to post this ^_^ Five years have passed since the last chapter, Amy's now twelve. Enjoy!
Amy sipped her hot chocolate from her courthouse mug, flipping through the newspaper slowly. She blinked in interest when she noticed the headline detailing the debut of a new defense lawyer, and she read through the article slowly.
"Phoenix Wright… I swear I've heard that name before." She muttered. She closed her eyes to remember and was overtaken with a strong headache. She lay her head down on the table, but the headache passed and she was able to sit up again.
"You alright?" Rose asked as she walked over to the mini-fridge. She pulled her bottle of orange juice out of the fridge and shook it viciously.
"I'm good Rose, just a little dizzy." Amy replied, pushing herself back from the table. Her chair made a lot of noise as it rubbed along the tile floor, but neither of the roommates flinched.
Rose looked at her much younger friend with concern. "Are you sure? You just visited with Dr. Kelly; did he give you any new medicine?"
Her roommate laughed. "No, Rose. I'm fine, really!"
"Rose, you should know that she hasn't been given new medicine in five years! Not since she first came here, remember?" Lily added from the hallway, laughing.
Rose frowned. "I know, I was just making sure. You never know with this one."
Lily ignored her and turned to Amy. "Are you going to the courthouse today?" When she received a nod in reply, she added "Don't take too long, there's going to be a huge storm tonight, remember? I don't want you to get caught in the rain, okay?"
Amy nodded and grabbed her umbrella before dashing out the door. Lily and Rose watched her with almost sadness in their eyes.
Amy laughed to herself as she opened her umbrella against the drizzle outside. She was always fascinated by the opposite personalities of the twins who had taken her in at AOAC five years ago. Rose's dark personality was reflected by her raven hair and deep blue eyes, and her penchant for clothes on the blue-black side of the color spectrum. Lily's caring and obsessive compulsive composure could be shown through her blond haired, blue eyed self's pink wardrobe with its dashes of white, yellow, and orange. She always looked like some over decorated Easter egg, but Amy didn't care.
The twelve-year-old prodigy always thought the only thing the twins shared was their blue eyes, a trait from their father, but she knew that in a sticky situation, the two would begin to pick up each other's thoughts like it was no big deal.
Amy's pale blue umbrella began to give under the ever-increasing raindrops. The little cats and dogs seemed to be crying from the trails of the raindrops. The rain increased, and she pulled her umbrella down as she entered the courthouse.
The familiar smells of the courthouse greeted her with a sudden rush. She paused to inhale and she smiled gladly, eager to watch a trial. She couldn't quite place why she enjoyed the trials so much when other students her age claimed they were extremely boring, but she still made a small part of her day to go to the courthouse. If she wasn't watching trials, she spent her time in the library, working at the trial simulator or reading through old case files that were available to the public.
After being checked at the entrance, like she always was, Amy nodded at the guard and walked through the hallways to Courtroom 3, where the trial she was looking for was taking place. She slipped in just in time to see the two attorneys sitting across from each other and the bailiff call the court to order for the judge's entry. Amy remained standing while the judge took his seat, then she found her usual place in the second row, inside edge, and sat silently to not interfere with the court procedures.
One look at the defendant told her that Mr. Larry Butz was not guilty of anything except for a poor fashion sense, and she settled into her seat comfortably to see how the defense attorney worked. She wasn't surprised to see Mia Fey in the defense's bench; she had heard the talented attorney had finally taken on a student. Winston Payne struck one of his poses and Amy fought back a snort. She always felt highly amused at one of his trials, mostly because of the simple mistakes the poor sap always made.
The trial was short, with only one witness for the prosecution. Amy knew as soon as she had heard the first testimony that the strange newspaper salesman was guilty of something, and as the trial moved on, she made the connections seconds before Mr. Wright, and she wasn't surprised at all when they found the witness to be the true guilty party in the murder mystery.
The young brunette rose and stretched, cracking her back easily before she left the spectator's area. She checked her watch once she was outside and frowned. The storm was slated to begin around five, and it was only three thirty. After thinking for a few seconds, she decided to go to the courthouse library and run through a trial simulation. Because the simulations only took her an hour at best, she knew she would have plenty of time to beat the storm before she got back to the school for classes.
She walked with a slight bounce through the hallway when she almost got knocked over by another person when she turned the corner.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!" She sputtered, holding up her hands to show her sincerity.
"It's quite alright, the fault is mine. I wasn't watching where I was going." The man replied eloquently.
Amy looked at the person again, and then recoiled in shock. "You're Miles Edgeworth, right?" She tilted her head to the side, now certain that it was the prosecuting prodigy. No one else in the courthouse wore the same maroon suit, or was as much of a fan of ruffles as he was.
Mr. Edgeworth looked slightly shocked. "You know me? Why are you here, little girl?"
Amy laughed. "Oh, I was just watching the Larry Butz trial, and now I'm going to library. I was just going to work on one of the trial simulations before heading home."
He blinked in confusion. "Sorry, you know my name, but I don't think I heard yours."
She pointed to herself. "I'm Amy; I live at the AOAC just down the street." She looked around him in the direction of the library. "I hate to be rude, but I really don't have a lot of time, so I wanted to start the simulation as soon as possible, y'know?"
Mr. Edgeworth laughed. "Allow me to escort you to the library. It's the least I can do for almost knocking you over. Anyway, there are a couple files I wanted to look at."
Amy blinked and nodded, at a loss for words. She had a great amount of respect for the talented prosecutor. The two turned and continued in the direction of the library.
"So why do you want to try one of the simulations? You said you didn't have a lot of time, did you realize they can take as long as an actual court procedure? That's a whole day, not a couple hours." Mr. Edgeworth asked, not unkindly.
Amy laughed again. "Oh, those? I do one almost every day; they take me about an hour at best. I don't beat around the bush like other attorneys."
"So you're saying you can complete realistic trial simulations, usually a challenge for four-year students at nearby law schools, in an hour?" He asked, trying to mask his amazement.
"Less than an hour, actually. I mean, I've been watching trials since I was seven, so I know all the tricks."
"You've been watching court trails since you were that young? That's incredible, how old are you now?"
"Twelve, so for five years? I love the trials, they're always so interesting. And they're nothing like the simulations, which are so predictable. I could watch real trials every day, but some of them are so simple, they take only a couple minutes, and are so boring! That's what got me started on the simulations, the lack of interesting trials daily. I know they usually enter past trial information into the Sims, so I can just do whatever the day's new trial is. It's pretty easy to find someone who wants to act as the opponent, and I'm cool with defending or prosecuting. I win either way."
He didn't say anything, and Amy worried that she had sounded too arrogant. "Not that I'm overconfident that I'm going to win or anything, I'm just saying that I have more experience than the others who I compete against. Honestly, it's all fun for me."
"So which are you more interested in?"
"Hmm?"
"Defending or prosecuting? Which do you want to do in the future?"
She grinned at the floor. "Oh, well, I don't know. There are pros and cons for each one, if you think about it. Defense attorneys can save innocents, but they also have to defend people who are guilty sometimes. Prosecutors can capture criminals, but they also may end up imprisoning innocents. Honestly, I want to capture criminals, but I also want to do it in a way that I know I will capture only the guilty party, not force guilty verdicts on people who aren't really guilty of anything. I guess, based on what I've said, out of everything, I may do better as a detective or something. I'm pretty good at finding facts and stuff, and I have this talent for making connections between the most random pieces of evidence."
They walked in silence for a little bit. Finally, Mr. Edgeworth broke the silence. "I was wondering." He said hesitantly. "Would you like to try to defeat a true prosecutor at a simulation? It might be good practice." He refused to look in Amy's direction, and she wondered if he was embarrassed to ask.
They had entered the library by then, and Amy pointed at her favorite simulator. "Sure, you can pick the trial. Just don't be too angry if you lose!" She grinned, taking her place and pulling the goggles over her eyes eagerly.
She always closed her eyes when first putting the goggles on, to prevent motion sickness from the sudden transfer of location. Amy opened them slowly in a courthouse environment. The selection of sides showed in front of her vision, and she pressed "Defend" without hesitation. It would be unfair to force a prosecutor to defend, and besides, Amy had always liked defending more anyway.
The case was one she hadn't worked on before, and Amy could easily determine the facts from the evidence. The victim was a waitress at a ramen shop, famous for its pork ramen special. The defendant was the victim's supervisor, and the supposed murder method was that the defendant had poisoned a bowl of ramen for a customer and the waitress had drunk it unknowingly. The reason for drinking the ramen broth was that the waitress had little income and had been stealing from the shop for years, and the manager wanted to get back at her for stealing by trying to sicken her.
The defendant was the first to testify, on Prosecutor Edgeworth's request, and he testified that he hadn't even been in the shop when the victim drank the ramen, and that he had no idea the victim had been stealing. Amy easily counter argued his claims by presenting a notice found on his desk about the broth orders versus the usage of the broth. The prosecutor objected to the necessity of the line of questioning, but she used the argument to prove that the defendant had in fact been away during the poisoning, and then went on to prove the customer had been a former significant other of the victim and had poisoned his broth and then requested that the victim taste it because he thought it had tasted funny. The deciding piece of evidence was the bowl itself, ,which had been cleaned of with a brand of silk that had only been purchased in Japan, and only a small number of people in the area had that brand of silk.
Amy pulled the goggles off her head gleefully, and glanced across the table to congratulate Mr. Edgeworth for a good prosecution, and to thank him for a good game, but he was gone. She shrugged and checked the time, quickly losing her carefree attitude when she saw it was ten minutes past five.
A/N: Yay for child prodigies! No, but really, she's a good kid. Next chapter starts all the fun stuff, so I'll try to get it up soon! Maybe before the end of today...lol. Thanks for reading, everyone! As always, reviews are appreciated XD Love you guys!