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Polly’s POV

For some reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to say what I thought. It’s not that it’s a totally outrageous idea, it’s just that... well; I don’t feel right bringing up him with Klavier.

“For all we know, he’s not even related to the case.” I have to wonder if he can read my thoughts at leisure... How else would he know what I want to say?
“But what about the dates? It’s-“ I tried to finish my sentence. I really did! Okay... so maybe I did give him a lil time to cut me off... I just really don’t want to hurt his feelings. He’s the only one that’s ever...

“Possible, yes,” He obviously didn’t like this explanation. And I tried so hard not to bother him with past emotions...!

“Yes, it is,” I sounded so sure of my answer, unlike what I felt inside. In an attempt to keep my eyes from being swallowed by his, I averted them to the hair that hung defiantly on my forehead. I blew at it desperately for two very obvious reasons. “Well, you can think this over later,” I unwrapped my chocolate and bit into it, “... while I take a jog.”

“Why? You certainly don’t need the exercise,” Did he seem disappointed that I was cutting our meeting short?

“To help the environment,” Ouch, I think I sounded a bit evil.

Klavier leaned forward, his lips brushing on mine ever so slightly. It was only a quick little peck; but nether the less, enough to leave me breathless. He slowly travelled across my jaw line towards my ear, and when he reached my earlobe, he began to nibble it playfully. That tiny little action sent jolts of electricity running throughout my body, travelling up and down my spine; and temporarily numbing my mind. “Dark chocolate suits you well.” His breathe tickled my ear. I could feel the heat rising to my face. I lowered my eyes bashfully. I was beyond embarrassed. My long, black lashes shaded my eyes from view and my hair began to feel the effects of gravity.

“B-bye, I guess...see you later...?” I wanted to say thank you for some bizarre reason but didn’t even bother integrating the two words into my chopped up speech.

He nodded glumly. “I await our next encounter, mein Schatzi.” I didn’t want to go, but chocolate is fattening. (Sadly so) I pecked his cheek, hoping to tease him, and jogged off while waving my hand. His shades were down slightly and I could see his eyes, which were as gorgeous as always. The normal sparkle in his eyes seemed to be clouded and yet, even brighter than usual. That twinkle stayed there until he moved his shades up the ridge of his nose, concealing those wonders that tongue-tie me every time... I wonder what he sees in me? Oh well... Not all mysteries can be solved.

?? POV

“Leontina?! W-what are you doing?” She walked closer, a wide, sadistic grin spread across her face. Laughter bubbled from her lips.

“What am I doing, Hunapo?” She whipped the tears that formed at the side of her eyes from laughing so hard. “What am I doing?” She stopped, and stared straight into my eyes, her green ones glazed with thirst. Thirst that leaked though every pore... seeping into her very being. Why? How the hell should I know? “What does it look like I’m doing?” She examined the pistol in her hand, fingering the trigger lightly. It’s official. She’s gone mental.

She came up to me until our noses were only centimeters apart. “I’ve only known you for a week,” She put her forefinger and thumb on my neck, “and I already want to kill you.” The rest of her gloved fingers slid around my neck, tightening slightly. “I want to make you suffer before you die.” Wait, wait, wait, what? A week? Just one bloody week?!

I tried to squeak something but found myself short of breathe. “How? I’ve known you-“

“For a year...?” She paused, her eyes searching my face with a stern coldness about them. “You’ve known Leontina for a year. Not me. Oh, and before I forget, she died a month ago.” WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

“But... you... look...”

“Like her? Yes. It’s called the wonders of money... and being of a certain family.” She loosened her hand enough so that she could twist me and get a steady grip on the pistol.

“What family... could have that much money? Other than...” I inhaled as much air as I could. Hey, this could be my last breathe... and... if she’s really... “Those lousy-”

She smirked. “Au revoir.”

Then, she pulled the trigger.

Trucy’s POV

I haven’t seen Prosecutor Gavin in a while, or Polly for that matter... Hmmmm...

I turned up the volume on Daddy’s ancient computer and listened intently. Or... thought intently. Who knows what those two get up to? Yeah... It’s been only, like, two weeks or so... buuuuuuuuuuut!

Apparently, that Hunapo guy, that Prosecutor Gavin was going to prosecute, committed suicide. Well, that’s what the scene of crime suggests. I think Polly’s rash nature has rubbed of onto me, because when I heard that I pointed at the monitor and yelled something that sounded like ‘objection’... except... louder. While I was riding the euphoria of that little action, it struck me a bit odd that a guy would should himself in the back. If I were to commit suicide, which I’m not, I’d shoot myself in the chest... right... here. Above my heart. Maybe I’ll ask Daddy if anyone he’s worked with committed suicide like that! He’d probably say something like, ‘None that I know of... You’d think he was murdered!’ insert Daddy laughing here. Wait... he was murdered? That would make it seem a lot more interesting! Ooh, ooh! And the murderer...? His girlfriend! GENIUS!

Now if only I could prove it... GAH! NOOOOOOOOOO!! I’m becoming more and more like Polly with each passing second!!

“Trucy...? Are you feeling alright?” I spun around and caught sight of the nosy little defence attorney that had recently occupied my thoughts. Think Trucy, think!

“Oh, I’m just peachy... what about yo- I mean, Mr. Gavin? I’m sure you two have been busy.”

Ignorant of my hinting, Polly answered me with a goofy smile. “Yeah, he’s doing fine, and we have been busy.” He continued on like that last sentence was just going to breeze by me. “We’re working on a case while trying to track Mr. Epiha and bring him to justice...” He quickly glanced at me and mistook my furrowed eyebrows as a sign of confusion, “You know... law?”

“Oh ho ho? Is that so?” I wiggled my eyebrows. The only part of his little speech I heard was ‘we have been busy’.

“Well...yes. Why?” I smacked my lips together. Polly could be SO naïve at times. Seriously, did he not hear just how suggestive that sentence was?

“Toddles!” I ran to the door, but stopped half way and turned back to look at Polly. I put one hand on my hip. “Remember,” I wagged my pointer finger at him like a mother telling her child ‘no’, “Practice safe.” The affect was instantaneous. But I couldn’t stay to watch Polly’s face break the world record of the brightest red known to man. I had a mission, and that mission was to find the mystery killer!

I ran to the nearest library and checked out a computer, although slow, they got the job done. I went to Google and typed in ‘murder scene of Hunapo Epiha’. While I waited for the page to finish loading, someone in annoying loud high heels clopped on in and I glanced up. “Detective Skye!”

The Detective looked up startled, threw a suspicious glance at the computer I was using, the only one, and walked up next to me. Oddly, her bag of Snackoos was nowhere to be seen.

She read my face before I could even say anything. “The crime scene is 475 OAKMEAD PARKWAY... no, I don’t think he committed suicide.”

I nodded my head appreciatively. “Thanks.” I exited out of the web page and pulled up a piece of blank paper from the printer, “Can I get an autopsy report and your consent to search the crime scene?” Detective Skye perched her pink glassed atop her head and dug into her slung-on purse. She extracted a pen first, then the familiar manila envelope and wrote her consent onto the blank sheet, sliding it into the envelope and sealing it with a postage stamp.

“Good luck...” Detective Skye searched my face for a fraction of a second and then spoke. “You’re becoming more and more like the Phoenix Wright I used to know. Be careful.”

“Hey, don’t worry about me. You just need to worry about Prosecutor Gavin! I think he’s a bit distracted by a certain bird...” Detective Skye softly laughed and patted my head.

“For once, I don’t think your imagination is quite off.”

“HEY! Maybe Wocky really did like noodles! Or maybe he was going to get them for Alita! You have to admit, it is possible.” MUNCH MUNCHs assault by ears. How does she do that? Seriously? I mean, those Snackoos come out of nowhere!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Capcom and Minae Matsukawa. The original characters and plot are of my property, or that of linear15cannon’s. I, the author, am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise related to the Ace Attorney series. No copyright infringement is intended by the creation and continuation of this fan fiction.

Author’s Note: Yes, Leontina speaks French. I don't know how to portray Trucy’s character correctly and I fear that will take away from the experience that the reader gets... Oh, and I seriously thought about Ema or Trucy pecking the other’s cheek. I just thought it be cool to have a side pairing. I’d like to thank those who faithfully review on this fic, this is the first piece of my writing that people on have actually enjoyed and reviewed. You know who you are Ummm... The address is Capcom’s address because I was too lazy to come up with my own... Sorry it’s so short! My mind is blank but I know where I want to go with this fic. Also, be forewarned. This fic shall take a turn for the worse. You may want to keep a tissue near for future chapters (Not this one, it doesn’t have anything sad... just shocking...? I guess).
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Expect the unexpected. Seriously.

To the person who wanted to know if I was voyeuristic

Me: (shifty eyes) Uhhhh... (pushes multiple yaoi manga volumes under bed with toe) Of-f c-course not! W-whatever m-makes you say that?

You: (picks up manga volume) Junjou Romantica? (raises eyebrow) (reads rating and reasons why) M. Sexual content. Language. Gore. Yaoi. Interesting.

Me: (grabs volumes from under bed and the one in your hand) I REGRET NOTHING!! (chibi me runs away) NOTHING!! (runs into brick wall) Owie.