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Post by Ukulele Pichu on Feb 3, 2014 3:03:22 GMT
So I was bored at like 3AM, lel. And now I'm writing a random fic about my favourite, clumsy, overreacting attorney......... DON'T ASK, IT'S COMPLETELY OUT OF BOREDOM
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Post by Ukulele Pichu on Feb 3, 2014 3:32:01 GMT
A late night in the Wright Anything Agency. That's what it was usually like with Phoenix Wright. He and Trucy usually slept in the agency when they were working on a case, but this time was different. They wanted to change it up a bit, which lead them to sleeping there that night. Well, technically Phoenix was just watching things on the TV, and Trucy just slept in another room. Apollo had left hours ago, as he had some things to take care of, but he never specified what exactly those 'things' were. So basically, Phoenix was just lonely as heck. That was, until someone was at the door. Phoenix easily recognized the silhouette - it was Apollo. But why was he there at almost midnight? He walked in and, for some reason, had a dark grey, long coat on. He was silent as he closed the door behind him.
"Hey Apollo," Phoenix said as he put the cup he had in his hand down. "How come you're here this late?" ......Still silence. "Come on, what's the matter?" Yet again. Silence. Apollo simply walked over and then sat on the couch, next to Wright. "Don't worry, you can tell me what's wrong." Justice seemed to not be cooperating and just stared to his right, his arms crossed. "Why don't we just watch something for a bit?" The two sat there for about twenty minutes, Phoenix watching the TV, Apollo staring elsewhere, arms crossed. Until he suddenly stood up and pushed against Wright's shoulder so he was stuck. "Th-the hell?" Apollo reached into his pocket, still pushing. And then he dragged something out. A small pocketknife.
"....I'm sorry." he whispered as he stared at Wright. And then he noticed his right eye. It was a bright red colour and had no pupil. Yet his left eye was the usual colour. Apollo glared at his boss, making sure to look him in the eye. But then Phoenix's mind began going blank. His memories seemed to slip away quickly. And yet the brown haired lawyer kept staring. And staring. Wright yelped in pain as he felt something pierce his side - the pocketknife. And then - .................He just woke up in a hospital. Not knowing how, or when, he got there.
Yes, this is the kind of stuff I pull off when I need sleep.....º~º
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Post by Ukulele Pichu on Feb 3, 2014 3:54:06 GMT
"Daddy..." a familiar voice called over as Trucy appeared in Phoenix's vision. "Are you alright now?"
"Yeah.... don't worry about me.... Wait, why am I in a hospital?"
"I heard you screaming, and I woke up... when I got in the room you were in, you were bleeding, and you had a knife in your side, and nobody was there exceptyouandIfeltsoscareddaddy!"
"Try not to speak so fast next time, okay? And wait... I was stabbed? I don't remember that! The last thing I remember from last night was saying hey to Apollo!"
"...It's been two days since then, daddy........ You were unconscious for a reaaaaally long time, and I was starting to get worried."
"Two days!? Y-you mean I've been unconscious for at least 24 hours!?"
"Yep... But, the good thing is, you're still here! That's the thing! .....But who would want to stab you? And why?"
Wright thought for a second. "What if--" Then he hesitated. He could think of one possibility, but he knew that neither Trucy nor him himself would like it. "...N-no, he couldn't have...!"
"What's wrong?"
"...I thought of one possibility, but you wouldn't like it at all."
"Come on, just tell meee."
"...........I think Apollo stabbed me."
"WH-WHA!?"
"Think about it.... He was the last person I remember seeing."
"B-b-but....." Trucy was certainly sobbing a bit. "Wh-why would Polly stab you...?"
"That, I don't know for certain."
"Th-that doesn't sound right at all!"
It definitely was completely out of character for Apollo to do such a thing, especially since he was a lawyer. Why would he even consider that in the first place? "Trucy, do you even know where he is right now?" Phoenix asked. The young magician shook her head sadly.
"...No, I d-don't..."
"Can you leave now please? "Big ol' daddy"'s got to rest, after all."
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Post by Ukulele Pichu on Feb 3, 2014 4:27:05 GMT
As expected, it wasn't long before the police were on the lookout for Apollo. No-one had seen him for a fair few days, and he (according to Ema and Klavier) hadn't answered his calls for the same amount of time. Some people started thinking that he had actually died, himself. The police eventually decided (about 2 days later) that since absolutely no-one had seen Justice, he was gone. Dead. Of course there were still many people that hoped he was alive, but a few were instantly enveloped in thinking he was dead. It seemed to be an absolutely hopeless case - they were chasing down a criminal thought to be deceased. Phoenix recovered quickly, and was even invited to an academy for a day or two. Not a law academy, not some super-duper-academy - Just a regular academy, with almost nothing worth noting about it. He did, however, happily accept it.
Wright leaned against the window of the bus he was in. He would arrive at the academy in a few minutes, and he had all his things ready. The bus stopped, and he walked out, where he was welcomed by a rather plump man with clothes much too small for him.
"Welcome, Mr. Phoenix Wright," the man said as he bowed a bit. "It's an honour to have you here, sir."
"I take it that you're Mr. Lucas Hebos?"
"Why yes, I am, sir. I will have one of my best students escort you to the lecture hall now, sir." he turned around and began to toddle off to an area just around the corner. Hebos came back with a young man that was taller than him, and in a much fitter state. This person has a white shirt on with long sleeves, and a chest pocket, a loose, yellow tie, grey-black trousers and red and white sneakers. He had unkempt, blonde hair that seemed to split a bit on his neck, and he had grey-blue eyes. "This young man is Ray Ryuken. He's only new here, but he's one of my best students here."
"Hey there," Ray said as he held his hand out for a handshake. "Nice to meetcha." Phoenix accepted the handshake.
"Nice to meet you too."
"It is kind of an honour to meet you, but it's not that big of a deal if you ask me."
"I know, right?" Wright asked as he chuckled a bit. "So, you're one of Mr. Hebos' prize students?"
"Yep, I am. I've only been here for a few days, but I reckon I'm doing pretty good... Got a test on my first day though, that sucked balls. I still got one of the highest scores in the academy, though!"
(Woah, he got a test on his first day, and not only did he get one of the highest scores, but he also became one of the best, all in the span of a few days!? That's insane!) Phoenix thought as he took it all in.
Welp, enough wrighting for now FAK I SAID WRIGHTING AGAIN.
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