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To Go About The Conviction of a Murder, PT.2

Heyoooo peepsss... yeah, we’re just gonna act like it hasn’t been forever since I posted and get right into it. Sorry that it’s a bit short, I just wanted to post something. I’m planning to start doing this on a schedule, twice a week probably. Other than that I’m gonna start some cool stuff on here, hope you enjoy. 

Part 1

“May I enter Miss Nakamura?”

Scoffing, Megami looked towards the door. “As if it would matter if I said no...”

A chuckle escaped from the female’s voice as she walked into the room. Looking up from her desk Megami saw the fabled Miyoko Fukushima, an insanely talented prosecutor who was about Megami’s age. They were practically arch enemies, in Megami’s eyes at least. Miyoko personally thought they were friends, for whenever they happened to be working on the same case she would always come over and bother the defense attorney.

“Hehe, you’re right. You know me so well Megami!” Walking into the room, instead of sitting on the couch that was in the room she decided to sit on the desk Megami was trying to work at. “So whatcha up to girlie?”

Slightly phased by the prosecutor sitting on her desk, all over the papers she had so delicately organized, Megami moved down a bit continuing to write. “I’m working! Something that you’ve literally never done in your entire life... How do your team even win any cases!? You literally just come here and bother me all day!”

“Aww, I do work sometimes. I just like checking up on you, make sure you’re not overworking yourself like you are now.” Looking down at the attorney, Miyoko sighed. “I get that you’re the only person in your firm, bu-”

“There are no ‘buts’! I was paid to help my clients, and I don’t like it when innocent people go to jail. This might be shocking to evil people like you, but in no circumstance is it okay to let innocent people go to jail!”

“How are you so sure?”

Megami stopped writing and looked back at Miyoko. “And what do you mean by that?”

A smirk slid onto Miyoko’s face as she crossed her legs. “How are you so sure that Ryozo is innocent?”

“H-how am I so sure? Because I have faith in him! He wouldn’t lie to me. He wouldn’t tell me t-”

“I’m asking for factual reasoning, not baseless hunches.”

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Lmao, 100% true

Idk this reminded me of kaito

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To Go About The Conviction of a Murder, PT.1

Greetings humaniods, aliens, and whoever else may be reading on this fine morning, afternoon, or night. Hope you’re doin’ fine! Recently I’ve gotten into the Phoenix Wright fandom, and when I tell you I’m in deep... I truly mean it. I happen to have a Dangan OC, and she is a SHSL Attorney, so I’ve decided her story will be my first true post I suppose. (Keep in mind this story isn’t based in either universe I just mentioned.) Please do enjoy!

A lot had happened this past week.

An overall trifling case Megami had been hired for was beginning to take a lot out of her. As a defense attorney, Megami only took cases where she truly believed the defendant was innocent. Though normally she was the type of person who would never budge on her opinions even if given a viable and factual reason to, today she was beginning to second guess herself as well as her client Ryozo Kazoki.

“It doesn’t make sense! Its clear there wasn’t any foul play, and Ryozo didn’t even have a motive! I just have to find a way to prove it...”

Locked away in her home office inside the large Nakamura Manor, the girl was practically surviving on a 24-pack of Red Bull and about ten bags of carmen popcorn she had previously stashed away in her desk. Unable to take her eyes off the case file, she sighed rereading it over and over again until the file was practically engraved in her memory. Though her head was aching, though she was starving, though she could barely see straight, she continued going over the case just wishing for a loophole or break in the evidence. Every second felt like an hour, but it didn’t matter. This was practically torture to her, but the person that matters here is the client.

Ring... Ring...

Jumping back, Megami was a bit startled until she realized the loud noise was merely the office phone on her desk. Picking up the phone and putting it on speaker, she put it down on the desk and mumbled to alert the person who yearned for her attention that she was listening.

“Miss Nakamura?” A voice belonging to timid female rang, “You have a visitor. Would you like me to send them to your waiting room?”

“A-A visitor!?” Megami thought aloud, “That doesn’t make sense, who could it possibly be!? If that idiotic pri-”

Interrupting Megami was the voice of a “snobby prosecutor” as she would describe it.

“I’m on my way Miss Nakamura. Be sure you look presentable.”

The phone abruptly hung up as Megami sighed. She didn’t have the energy to call back and stop the idiot from coming down, so she continued doing what she was previously doing until there was a loud knock on the door of her office.

“May I enter Miss Nakamura?”

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Daddy says no.

Tamaki 2006