Phoenix went to his room for 3 reasons: 1. He needed rest, so he would stay there maybe 45 minutes, 2. He just knew he needed his magatana for something, and 3. He needed to make a call. After shoving his magatama in his coat pocket, he went for his phone, and called a friend.
"...Wright?" Replied a familiar voice.
"Hey... Edgeworth..." Phoenix responded. By the way Edgeworth, his life-long friend had responded, he wasn't in a good mood.
"Make it quick Wright!" Edgeworth snapped him out of his train of thought.
"Well... I was wondering if I could get information on a Prosecutor, last name Torchwick?" By the way Edgeworth gasped, he knew something was up. "Edgeworth, you ok buddy?"
"How do you know him?" Edgeworth interrogated. Phoenix, taken off guard by the question, responded shakily, "W-W-Well, he's the prosector in the trial I'm in..." He heard Edgeworth cuss under his breath.
"Wright: Listen to me: That Long girl didn't do it!"
"Already know that..."
"Look, that prosector is more than meets the eye. Not in the way is was, when I forged evidence, but he plans out every move, every penalty; He tries to out think his opponents and witnesses. He brings up tid-bits about there past, present, and/or future. He is a devil prosector. Wright, be warned: he is one of your hardest opponets. Don't be so dumb around him. He will find a way to get to you, wether its blackmail! Wright, that's all I can say. I hope you prove her innocence. I... I..." And with that, he hung up. "I wonder what he was trying to say..." Phoenix thought aloud. He looked at his watch. "Well, time to get going..."
Right after Phoenix got off the aircraft-shuttle that took him to Beacon, he contacted Blake:
'Hey, I'm here. Where do you want to meet?'
'Come to my dorm; everyone's decent. I'm the first door to the left. Wait out there for me.'
'Ok, but where is your dorm?'
'Its about 100 yards forward, then 200 yards to the left and your there. Second floor.'
'Ok, sounds good. Be there soon.'
'K.'
Phoenix sighed as he began the 300 yard walk. As he turned left, he heard a kind of cry, but not a battle cry, but a sort of cry for help. Phoenix looked to where the cry came from, and there, he found a girl, who had his back to him, being held down from the head, whilst 3 boys stood behind him. I have to do something...Phoenix thought, as he rushed over there.
"Hey!" He got there attention once he got closer. The 4 boys looked over to him. "How about you pick on someone your own size!" The boy looked at the prey in his hands, shrugged, and threw her down. Once released, she whisked away. Phoenix, after this, felt 2 emotions: Good for her, bad for him. Crap, they're coming over here!
"Ok, spike head, what do YOU want?" The first boy said. He put his finger on Phoenix's chest. Phoenix gulped as he looked at his aggressor.
He hard a burnt orange due, which looked almost like a front facing afro, with a crew cut to level it out. His eyes were indigo, and he stood about 6 foot 2. Definably taller than Phoenix. But what scared Phoenix the most is the size of his muscles. Phoenix thought he was some sort of bear knuckle fighter with warrior's armor, but, he then realized why he had such big muscles, which made Phoenix more scared. He had some sort of massive mace on his back. Phoenix, again gulped for help.
"Uhh... I want nothing, uhh heh heh..." Phoenix tried to slowly back away from his predecessor, but he followed suit.
"Do YOU know who I am?" The boy asked. Phoenix shook his head, still backing up out of fright. "I am THE Cardin Winchester: Team leader of the best team: CRDN!"
Phoenix's expression changed. This was the guy that Yang and Blake talked about! Hmm... Maybe I can get some information out of him.
"Dang, boy! You got some pretty big arms there! You must do a lot of after school training to be this strong! I bet your the best fighter out here!"
Cardin gave him a weird glance, then took the bait, "Why yes! Yes I am! I AM the one to take down that Ursa after all, right guys?"
"Yeah! Single handed!"
"Yeah! You Go Boss!"
"Yeah!" Cardin took the compliments from his teammates straight to his ego. His smile grew, as he stopped and started admiring his muscles by flexing superfluously.
"Oh yeah? What do you do after classes?"
"I do 1 extra hour of fighting! One more than needed?"
"And how do you do that?"
"See, I'm in a fight club!"
"Is that so? When do you guys meet?"
"Well, we don't have a specific schedule, but we contact each other via our scrolls, like last night!"
Man, it's like taking candy from an unconscious baby with this kid! "Huh, and who all is apart of this fight club?"
"Well, it's my team, RWBY and JNP-" Cardin opening his eyes realizing what happened. "Hey, you! I'm not supposed to tell anyone about that. But, since I did," Cardin then set a demonic smile on his face, "I might as well beat it out of you." He pounded his knuckles to an open fist. Uh oh! Tell my mom I loved her! Phoenix then covered his face, bracing for the impac-
"Cardin Winchester," said a voice, "Is this how we treat our guests?" Phoenix opened his eyes, and Cardin is absolutely frozen. The other boys retreated, as Cardin corrected his posture, looking over to where the voice spoke.
"I'm sorry, professor!" And with that, he ran away like a baby. Phoenix started counting his blessings as the voice came out of the shadows. He was an interesting looking gentleman, as his brown eyes stood out from his silver hair. He had a black suit, with a collard green shirt and scarf. In his hand, he held some coffee.
"Thank you, Mr...?" Phoenix dragged out, hoping he would tell him name.
"... You're the man they call Phoenix Wright, aren't you?" The man said, with a look of interest.
"Um... yes... I am Yang's attorney..." Phoenix said. Did he hear me ask what his name w-
"Professor Ozpin," He said, "But you may call me Mr. Ozpin if you desire to do so." Well, there ya go.
"Oh, ok. Thank you, though, Mr. Ozpin," Phoenix thought quickly as an idea came to mind, "Hey, do you mind if I ask you a few questions while I walk to Yang's dorm?"
"Why certainly. I was on my way there myself." He said, as he motioned Phoenix to walk with him.
"Ok, lets start with the obvious: Did you know about the Fight scandal?"
"Yes, I have spies everywhere here. I was one of the first to know."
"When did you find out about it?"
"Well, I don't quite remember, but I know it was before the first meeting of the groups."
"Ok; That Cardin kid back there... is he good friends with this "Jaune" kid?"
"Well, no. He isn't. They got into a fight a month or 2 ago, actually." So he is an aggressive kid...
"Ok, one more: why didn't you send for a police force?" Ozpin slowly looked around, before whispering into Phoenix's ear, "I didn't because I sent the victim to investigate." Whaaaaa!
"Wait, so you took illegal actions to solve this?"
"Yes."
"W-w-w-why?"
"Well," Ozpin said, before sipping his coffee, "It was the quite way to approach this. I just never thought it would turn this violent."
"Ok... one more: Do you think Yang did it?" Ozpin fell silent.
"Well, here's your stop Mr. Wright. I hope you find some clues." And with that, he went on his way, leaving Phoenix just standing there. Umm... what just happened?
Phoenix walked up the steps, and knocked outside Blake's door. "Blake, I'm here..." Phoenix said, getting the feeling he was being watched. Before he could react, he felt the door behind him open, and a hand reach out, and he was sucked inside. Then the door went shut as his world went black.
Phoenix, though, wasn't unconscious. He knew this because he tried to flail his arms, and he did hit someone. And this someone gasped, and went down like a rock. "Dangit Jaune!" Someone else angrily hissed. From the sounds of it, it sounded like a she.
"Oww... My gonads..." The man named Jaune moaned. E Gads, it's so sad... Phoenix then felt someone strap his legs, then his arms into a chair. But, hey, at least it was a cushioned chair. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought...
Suddenly, the bag was lifted, and he was blinded by a light shone directly in his face. "Argh! Who turned on the sun, and who brought it in here?"
"Open your eyes, uhh... Peasant!" The female said. Phoenix slowly opened his eyes to reveal the woman standing right in-front of him. She was a pure red head with christmas green eyes. Her armor only revealed a little cleavage, which was fine with him. But the armor was very intriguing. It seemed very light, almost as light as some of the other people he's seen walking around.
He then looked at her body language. She was shaking like an electric toothbrush. So this is her first interrogation. I'll play along... for now. "Who are you?"
"The better question," his interrogator stuttered out, "Is... who.. are y-y-you?"
"Well, since you captured me, I would think you would know my name, but, my name is Phoenix Wright. And you are...?"
"Pyrrha Nikos- Whoops!" She blushed furiously.
"Dangit Pyrrha! You gave it all away!" The Jaune boy said from behind him.
"Well... well at least I didn't get hit in the nuts by a blind man!"
"She got you there," Phoenix said, joining in on the conversation.
"You... You..." The Jaune boy started, "Don't... Don't make me water torture you!"
"Jeeze, I must've hit a soft spot... Oh wait, I did that earlier, never mind." This comment caused his interrogator to fall to the floor from laughter. He heard the other boy stomp at the ground, angry. The girl laughing stopped suddenly, "I guess this is the worst interrogation ever, huh..." Pyrrha sounded disappointment in her voice. Phoenix tried to make it better, "At least you managed to tie me up, thats step one, right?" Pyrrha formed a smile around her lips. "Yeah..." She said, and then turned on the main light switch, then moved to the lamp, and turned that off.
After his restraints were cut, he found 3 people in the room. Pyrrha, the blonde kid in jeans who must've been Jaune, and...
"Weisse?" Phoenix asked. The white girl just stood there.
"Y-y-yeah?" She said, obviously discouraged.
"...You put this together, didn't you?" Phoenix assumed. With that, Weisse almost broke into tears, and stormed out of the room.
"Jeeze, what's her..." Phoenix started, "On second thought, I'll ask her later."
"Yeah, that would we a good idea..."
"So, you're Pyrrha, right?"
"Yeah... heh heh, sorry, where are my manors!" Pyrrha blushed a bit, bending her head down in shame.
"No, no, it's okay." Phoenix then realized about the other person, "Wait, your Jaune? The leader of JNPR?"
"Oh, uh, yes! Yes I am!" Jaune said, flipping his blonde hair back and sticking out his chest in recognition. Oh man... I fell sorry for this team...
"Hey, if it's not too much trouble, could I ask you guys some questions?" They both nodded. "Alright, let's tackle the largest one first: What can you tell me about the fight club?"
"Well," Jaune said, "It was an idea started by Yang, which seemed pretty weird, because this didn't sound like her. Anyway, she convinced Ruby to contact the other leaders and ask if they wanted to join. That was the weird part. I agreed because Pyrrha thought it was a good idea," Well, we know the pants in this relationship... "but, only my team and CRDN said yes. We didn't get a response from the other teams. We had a few sessions before last night..."
"Ok. Lets break this down: Why do you think the other teams didn't respond?"
"I don't know; They seemed like we were crazy when we asked about it..."
"Ok; The big question is did you go to the final little meeting?
"Well, we did, but it seemed different..."
"It did? How so?" Jaune turned to Pyrrha, "Do you think we should tell him?" Pyrrha went still for a second, closed her eyes, and thought.
"Yes; When we got to the usual location, we saw a blood trail..."
Well, I didn't expect that... "Where were you when you saw this?"
"We were about a mile left of the launchpads, theres a wide open flat hill."
"Thank you so much for this. I hope we see each other again later."
"No thank you," Pyrrha said, as she opened the door for him. He stepped outside, and the door shut behind him. Phoenix decided to knock on RWBY's door again. He heard someone yell from outside the door, "We're decent! Come in!" Phoenix shrugged, hoping they were telling the truth, and opened the door.
When he stepped inside, he noticed the beds were bunk beds, but not bunk beds. The beds were put on top of each other in different ways. One was tied to the roof, but the other one had books as support for the second beds. She noticed only Blake was here. Blake was in a grey Tee-shirt and had shorts on, still wearing her boots and her ribbon. Ruby had a colored red shirt on, and had jean shorts on, and she also kept her boots on. Phoenix motioned to Blake to join him in the hallway, and she grabbed the "scroll" thing, that Phoenix still didn't completely understood, and walked out with him.
The both walked quietly, as there was nothing really to talk about. Well, there is one:
"So, what is this tournament thing everyone is obsessed about?"
"Well, it's basically a showcase of skill and determination. It's to showcase a new generation of hunters and huntresses going against other new ones, and, as they advance, they face more skilled, advanced fighters, until the final round. Then, it's an all-out Grimm kill fest in the forrest. That's why it's so dangerous right now: They let the creatures grow in there, only to get terminated by the finalists. The person to kill the most grim at the end of 30 minutes wins the trophy."
"Ah, I see. Is there anything, well, 'dirty' about this whole thing?"
"Well... there is one... people last year started to bet on who would get the farthest. I think the person who won last year got, ehh, 1k or so." Crap! That's a lot! I make less than that whenever I DO get paid...
"Ah. Well, looks like this is the place Jaune and Pyrrha described."
"Yeah, so what are we looking for exactly?" Phoenix walked over to about the center, and looked down. "Figures. Here it is." It was a little faded, but the steps were still there.
[Blood-stained prints added to court record]
"What-?!" Blake said, shocked.
"Well, looks like the police missed someone..."
"How do you think they missed it?"
"Well, the police can make mistakes, but this? I don't even know..."
"Well, I guess we should follow it," She looked at it, and she couldn't identify a heel, "Where do you think we should start?"
"Well, let's head towards the crime scene, and then back-track."
"Sounds good." They walked 2 miles, passing the launch-pads along the way. Then, they got got the crime scene.
"Well, here we are..." Phoenix said, as he walked over to the chalk outline, and where the blood pool began. The steps obviously seemed in place, if the killer did walk away from this. But, something didn't seem right, but Phoenix was confused about something.
"Well, what do you see?" Blake said, trying to notice something, if anything from the obvious.
"Well, it seems that there isn't a sign of a struggle... It seems like he just fell down... his looks like it was scrunched up by a..." Phoenix froze. This isn't good.
"...Punch." Blake finished his thought. She looked at the ground. "Yang, what happened..." Phoenix then looked left from the body, noticing some large imprints.
"Hey Blake, come look at this." Phoenix squatted down over the prints, and Blake came over to join him. "Does this look like Yang's size boot?"
"Hmm... close, but the imprint it left doesn't look like Yang's boot..."
"Hm. Good."
[Crime Scene Updated In Court Record]
"Ok, is there anything else we should look at?" Phoenix asked his assistant, thinking the police caught everything else. But Blake's keen eye's did pick up something. She pointed to the chalk outline, and squatted over something. Phoenix joined her, and saw what she was looking at. He picked it up, "It looks like a piece of a plastic sack of some-sort... and it has blood in it?" What Phoenix did next surprised Blake. He took his pinky, got a bit of the blood, and licked it.
"Phoenix!" Blake almost yelled at him in shock.
"Mmm... Want some?" Phoenix offered her. She looked at him with disgust.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What? It's just syrup." Blake looked at it, and did the same as Phoenix did.
"Your right!"
[Bag With Blood Added to Court Record]
They then went on there way, following the trail back. They finally got to the destination, and they were astonished.
Blake gaped at where they were, "We're... We're..."
"We're at your dorm..." Phoenix said. As incriminating as it looks, something seems off... ah!
Blake suddenly broke down in tears. Phoenix was caught of guard form this action, and looked at his helper. "Blake..."
"It's just not fair! She didn't do it, I swear! It's impossible.
"Blake..."
"No! No! I knew I should've never trusted you! We were better off not looking at the crime scene! But no! No! You had to insist we had to! I... I... I HATE YOU!" Blake ran off, holding her head in her hands. Phoenix could only stand and watch as she ran off. Blake... I'm sorry... Phoenix just turned his back to the running Blake, refusing to let himself cry. But, when he did, he noticed something. There! Lying in the grass! He walked over it. It was an imprint in the ground. Someone laid out. Phoenix took this into account.
[Imprint Next To Dorm Added to Court Record]
Phoenix then looked at his clock. He should probably head back now, he did need to talk to Yang. Soon.
When he finally arrived at the detention center, Yang was waiting for him, anxiously.
"Did you find anything? How's Ruby?" She rushed him with questions. Phoenix took it well, understanding what she was going through.
"Yeah, we found a lot of good things; She's fine, only in detention for a short while, until the trial is over. Only a $50 dollar fine, in her case. She got lucky; it could've been worse."
"Whew," Yang had a sigh of relief. Then noticed something wrong with Phoenix. Well, not phoenix directly...
"Hey, where's Blake?"
"Well..." Phoenix then told her what happened to Blake.
"Well then... that doesn't sound like her... I'm sure she'll be fine."
"Yeah..." He looked Yang right into the eye. Here goes nothing... "Are you being completely honest with me?"
"Yeah, of course? Why would you think that?"
"Well... look, I'll just say it: Do you know the victim personally?"
Suddenly, 2 locks appeared around Yang. Here we go, Yang. Let's see if I can crack you...
"No, stop asking that!"
"Yang... You did, didn't you?" He stopped her before she could respond, "But, not on a sort of Kissy-Kissy personal, but, something happened between you too, didn't it?" Yang fell silent. Phoenix continued, "I think this is about the Fight Club, isn't it? And I'm willing to wager it had nothing to do with the ranks. Am I right?" Yang replied with a nod, remaining silent. "Hm. As I thought." Why didn't the locks break? Looks like I'm going to have to go deeper... dangit, Phoenix! No perverted talk! "Ok, let me continue: I'm also willing to wager he put you in some sort-of uncomfortable position, didn't he?"
"No, he didn't rape me!"
"Not like that! Dangit Phoenix! Let's start from the beginning. Yesterday, you said you know starting the club was illegal, but gave no valid reason for forming it. So, I'm betting you didn't form it. I'm betting this person formed it: Cardin Winchester."
"...Yes. He did."
"But this doesn't fit. You wouldn't do it. So he gave you some extra motivation, being the dick he is. I'm betting he-" Yang interrupted him before he could finish.
"No! Please! Don't say it! Not in front of them!" Blake motioned to the camera in the corner. Phoenix looked at it skeptically. He turned back to Yang, "Mind if I hang up my coat?" Yang was taken aback from this. "S-sure, I guess that's ok." Phoenix put a smile on his face as he got, taking his coat around. He looked for a place to hang it, looking toward the camera. "Ahh, this should do." He said as he put his coat over the camera, before sitting back down. "Ok, back to where we were: I'm betting, to get you to say yes, that he: Blackmailed you."
Yang then broke down. "Yes! Yes he did! He took photos of me!" Of course he did, that perverted freak. "You know, I could file a sexual abuse claim against him."
Yang looked up at him, confused, "Sexually abu- no. nonono. Even worse: He a picture of me... and photoshopped my hair!" She then started bawling like a baby. ...REALLY!? Then, a lock broke. Well, a brake's a brake.
"Well, this leads us back to the question: how did you know him. I bet the victim found out about this, and showed you the picture, didn't he. And he showed it to you at this location: The Crime Scene." Yang fell silent again, as the last lock broke. Andddd there you go!
[Information involving Yang and the Victim Updated In The Court Record]
Phoenix then stood up, and recollected his coat. "That wasn't that hard, was it?" Yang nodded, "I guess your right."
"Yang, remember, you can trust me. You can tell me anything, and it won't leave here, unless I need it, ok?" Yang nodded, "I won't hold anything back now."
"Good; I do have a question: What do you remember about being at the crime scene?"
"Well," Yang tried to remember, "We were talking about something. I can't remember because it's a bit fuzzy. I think it was about the competition. I don't know. Anyway's, I got angry for some reason, and I got ready to punch him, but then... everything went black. Next thing I knew, I woke up outside my dorm, handcuffed."
"Hm; Quite a tale there. That clears some things up. Thank you." With that, Phoenix started saying his goodbye's until... "Hey, do you happen to remember Weisse's number?"
"Yeah, here's I'll put it in your phone." He gave her the phone, and she typed the numbers in, and gave it back to Phoenix. "Thanks again." He said, and he walked out to find his hotel.
He entered his room, and he immediately called Weisse. C'mon, C'mon, pick up. He then heard a click, Yes!
"Hello, this is Weisse Schnee. Who are you?"
"Hey, it's Phoenix-" He spoke again before she hung up, "Hey listen, about earlier..."
"What? Are you angry? Do you hate me? Fine. Be that way." I only said, like, 7 words!
"No; actually, the opposite. Look, I know we probably don't see eye to eye on a lot of bases, but I just wanted you to know: I will get her the Not Guilty. I vow on my badge."
"Just like every attorney I know. Later." And with that, she hung up. Great; It seems like everyone hates me right now... I better text Blake about tomorrow. He texted her, then went to sleep:
'Hey Blake. It's Phoenix. I'll be surprised if you haven't blocked my number yet. If you haven't don't do it until after you read this: I know you hate me right now, and I totally agree. But, I think it's best if we both chill out tomorrow. I think I can handle myself in there. Now, it's your choice if you want to go or not. Regardless, I'm sorry. I will get her the not guilty. I Promise.'
To Be Continued...
A/N: 4,00- words. This chapter took a few days. It would take 2, but finals and crap. Have fun with that, by the way. But I won't deny you this chapter. I tried adding in a bit of humor, and hope to answer any questions you have during the next chapter. Guys: this story won't end after the trial is done; I hope I make that clear. I am having too much fun with this novel to end it after all this. Hope you guys enjoyed it, tho.
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