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Anonymous
Okay, here's the first chapter. I know I'm a shitty writer, since I've never written anything resembling a fic before. I apologize in advance.
It was a lovely morning. Birds were chirping, perched in newly-blossomed sakura trees, the sun was high in a cloudy, blue sky, and a warm breeze welcomed people outside. Really, it was one of the best days of the month...but one oblivious lawyer didn't notice it one bit.
"M-Mr Wright...what're my chances?" A shaky, meek young man sat in a chair in what appeared to be a courtroom, his eyes squinted, his hair messy, and sweat dripping down his face.
"U-uh...uhmm..." The young man's lawyer, a Mr. Phoenix Wright, was sitting next to him, sweating just the same. Smiling weakly, he scratched the back of his head. "Ahah...um...w-well...I'd say our chances were...good..." Boy, was that a lie.
His "rival" of sorts, Miles Edgeworth, was on firm ground today. He had a sharp wit, an even sharper tongue, and the evidence to back it up. Phoenix usually managed to get one over on the more experienced lawyer, but...today it seemed like he was just trying to grasp at hairs. He had fumbled over his words a few times (as he usually did), and couldn't find a shred of evidence to back up his client. He tried his best...but in the back of his mind he doubted the innocence of his clientelle. He liked to believe that every person was innocent that came to him distressed...but...somewhere in his heart, he wondered about this one. He always seemed so...mousy, nervous all the time and sweating, lashing out at the slightest question like a wild animal backed into a corner.
"S-somehow, that doesn't sound very reassuring..."
"W-well..uh..." Phoenix tugged at his suit collar, his eyes rolling off in the other direction. "Is it suddenly really hot in here, or is it just me?"
"I'd like you t-" Cut off from his sentence, the male glanced over as a small group of people poured back into the room.
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