Hello everyone! I present you a new fic. I decided to make it an AU with the Ace Attorney game series. I love this game, and since a new one has recently been released, it gave me that fic idea. What if the whole character cast of Kuroko no basuke is reunited in one school and the drama revolves around justice and trial?

I might have come up with a strange idea but Phoenix Wright is my hero and Akashi Seijūrō is my god. That's what happens when those two worlds collide. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer : I do not own Kuroko no basuke, the Ace Attorney series and the picture.

|Turnabout Misfortune|

"No, you can't...!" *cough**cough*

A voice shouted, surrounded by rattle and clatter of random objects falling on tiles with chaos. A black shadow hurtled through the door and vanished in the hallway.

"Hey, come back her—Wooh!"

Amidst the wild confusion, the boy gasped in horror at the scene before his eyes. The corpse of boy was lying flat on the ground, inert. His blood ran cold, he kneeled and examined the body. His hands trembled over the body and questions swirled in his mind. What just happened?

"What the...!"

Under shock, he grabbed the rolling pin and a wrestling mask near the body.

All of a sudden, a shriek pierced through the room. Like a violent wake-up call, the boy leaped on his feet and came to meet the horrified gaze of a boy who happened to witness the scene.

"S-S-SOMEONE...! H-He killed the president!"

September 21, 7:34 AM

Apartment 604

In front of his mirror, Kagami yawned and took a look at his reflection.

"Damn...I didn't sleep a wink last night," He said as he touched his red eyes and the dark rings under them, "Must be because of the jet lag, I probably should have come with dad a week ago."

And not the day before his first day at his new school.

He tied a black tie and let it a little loose around his neck, not very accostumed to wear an uniform. In a quick glance, he checked his looks, and truth to be said, the formal air oozing from him at the instant invited a grimace on his tired face. The drab colors of the uniform - a gray shirt, a black necktie and black pants - contrasted so clearly with his dark red hair.

He looked like he was mourning. It didn't suit him at all.

Finishing his preparations, he grabbed the white jacket of his uniform along his school bag and set off.

"Here I go!"

Kagami Taiga, 16 years-old and high school freshman, now starts his new life in Japan.

September 21, 8:15 AM

Teikō Academy

Hallway

"Did coming back to Japan brought you back some sweet memories, Kagami-kun?" The chairman asked him in a merry tone, walking alonside him down the school hallways.

"I just arrived in Japan yesterday...sir." Kagami answered, almost forgetting to mind his speech in front of the old man out of nervosity.

Ever since he has stepped into the school ground, he couldn't help but feel, kind of, out of place; and he wasn't exagerrating at all. The school made great impressions on him, certainly too strong for what an ordinary teenager like him could take to feel at ease right away.

The modern architecture of the facility left him in awe. Everything around him was so pristine and immaculate that it was blinding his eyes already tired by the lack of sleep. The futuristic design had that touch of art, which made it quite unique in a way, and needless to mention that this kind of «beauty» should have costed more than an arm and a leg. When he glanced through the windows, it seemed like he was only seeing a tiny part of it. Across the verdant courtyard, he sighted other buildings beyond trees and some outdoor facilities.

The campus looked huge up from the third floor.

From what his dad told him, he thought that he would be going to a public high school, of the same standard of the one he attended in America, but definetely not to such a high-standing establishment. Feels like the words «prestige and money» were breathing through every walls.

How the hell did he even manage to make it through the entrance exam of such a school?

"Aha, I see, I see," chuckled the chairman, joining his hands on his back, "You don't need to be so formal when we are alone. You're now a student of our school, and I hope your achievements here will bring you far, Kagami-kun. Just as your father did."

"You know my dad?" Kagami asked, surprised.

"He is an alumnus of Teikō Academy, didn't he mention it? Your father was a hardworking and ambitious boy back in the day. At that time already, he was set on being a lawyer and pursued his convictions. I'm glad to know he's succeeding in his career. He always had a strong sense of justice," told the elder. A glint of nostalgia illuminating his eyes, and he smiled at him, "Send my regards to him."

Kagami nodded. So his dad had trodden on those hallways bathed in sunlight. This picture should have put him at ease, yet he couldn't explain it but those hallways didn't give him the sentiment of welcoming him in open arms. Despite this bright light shining through the window panes, the big shadows casted on the hallway he was walking down seemed to be surrounding him, it made him felt opressed.

This uncanny feeling was not a trick of his nervosity, it was striking him to a deeper level, and it bothered him.

"Tell me, Kagami-kun, have you ever thought of fighting for justice?"

At that question coming out of nowhere, an image of a random masked man in a skin-tight costume, gazing at a distant horizon while his cape was fluttering in the wind, popped in his mind. He furrowed and wondered if the old man was referring to this when he said fighting for justice, "...Not really," He scratched the back of his head, not sure of what kind of answer he had to give, "I mean, I'm doing it on the spur of the moment, it's not something I'm giving much thinking. I can't sit by and leave someone alone when there is injustice."

"You're quite the straightforward boy, Kagami-kun. It sure is a good quality," The chairman straightened up his stance, looking off into the distance, "You remind me of some students who came to me one day, claiming that they didn't want mere justice which could be conveniently twisted or changed for the shallow purpose of saving face, and what they wished for was to seek for the truth so as to bring a perfect and fair order in this school."

"You mean back in my dad's school days?"

"Oh, no, no, not so far in the past," The old man laughed, "Those students are still currently studying here, but I'm sure your father would have loved their idea," He paused and observed the boy's reaction for a couple of seconds, "For two years now and at their initiative, our school has established an unique administrative system : a school court."

A school court? Kagami looked at the chairman dumbfoundedly.

"Like a court of law?" He enquired, "You're judging people here?"

"It works the same way as in a court of law. Nevertheless, I'm not the one judging here nor my fellow colleagues, it's the students themselves. That's the specifities of the school court. Investigation, defense, accusation and judgment, all the procedures are done by the students." The elder explained while rubbing his beard, feeling proud about this system, "Of course, a case is not left in the hands of any students, or this system would have never seen the day," He jested, "They have their own representatives, and the highest authorities inside the student body are the student council and the disciplinary committee. They are the ones who are in charge of the cases and examinate them before they go to trial."

Overall, it did sound great, a court ran by students to resolve problems; but...

"You're not playing a single role in this system?"

"Yes, at least not directly. I, as well as the teacher staff, only oversee the good proceedings of a case and do not interfere. I'm leaving the decision to the students."

"You're not afraid that a group of students is holding that much power and authority in school? There might be some abuses, if you ask me."

"Well, the school court has made its proof over those past two years, and most of the students rely on it to solve their problems. In a trial, they are sure to be heard and plead, even if the odds are against them. That's how true justice is reached, by gathering all the pieces of a puzzle together," The shadow of a smile was surfacing beneath his beard, "...Even if, sometimes, it is quite easy to miss a piece when blinded by justice."

Kagami was struck by the sadness in his smile as he uttered that last sentence. But sensing his gaze on him, the old man's expression soflty faded into a peaceful mask.

"If it has picked your curiosity, you should see it for yourself, Kagami-kun."

His lips parted opened, about to raise a question.

"Ah, M. Sanada! Perfect timing!" exclaimed the chairman, cutting him short in his action.

Getting out of the teacher lounge, a bespectacled man in his thirties responded to the chairman's call and greeted them.

"I want to introduce you your new student, Kagami Taiga-kun." The chairman said in a cheerful tone.

"Oh, the transfert student from America," The man showed no peculiar emotion while he was taking a close look at him. Then, something that looked like a smile crept onto his stern face, "I'm Sanada Naoto, math teacher and your homeroom teacher. If you have any problem concerning your studies or the school, feel free to ask."

Without more «effusion», Sanada gave a look at his watch and said, "Well, it's about time we go to class. If you excuse us, M. chairman."

The chairman nodded. Before following in Sanada's footsteps, Kagami peeked over his shoulder the old man, who was sending him off with a smile. But as he looked away, he saw his lips moving, uttering something he couldn't figure.

September 21, 8:30 AM

Teikō Academy

Classroom 1-D

"This is Kagami Taiga," Sanada presented him to the rest of the class while writing his name on the board, "Until now, he has been living in America, but due to family reason, he will attend school in Japan. So, I'd like you to give him a warm welcome and help him the best you can," The man motioned him to go on, "Then, Kagami-kun, please introduce yourself."

Before introducting himself, Kagami looked around the room. About thirty pairs of eyes were examinating him from head to toes.

"Kagami Taiga. It's been a long time since I came back to Japan, there's a lot stuff I have to catch up and I still can't find my way around, so do take care of me!" He bowed in a frank manner.

"Hey, how come you can speak japanese so fluently?" enquired a boy in the front row.

"My parents are both japanese, I had lived in Japan until third grade, that's explain why. Guess I haven't forgotten all of my japanese during my stay in America!" grinned Kagami.

Chatters were erupting here and there inside the classroom. As a transfert student, he was new material for talks and gossips.

"Now for your seat," Notwithstanding the little commotion, Sanada skimmed through the seating plan then perked up his head in direction of an available seat, "There's a seat in the last row, you can go sit there."

Kagami followed his line of sight and saw two vacant seats at the back of the room on the window side. One of the best seats he could have, lucky him. Not wasting anymore time, he walked up to his seat and put his school bag on the table.

"I'm sorry, but your seat is the one next to mine," A quiet voice said.

Whose voice was it? His eyebrow twitched curiously.

As he paid more attention around him, he noticed a pencil case, a notebook and various sheets of paper next to his school bag. He squinted his eyes, and there he was, a small teal-haired boy was staring at him with a deadpan expression.

"WAAAAAHH!"

In his surprise, Kagami recoiled abruptly and banged against the vacant seat behind him, causing a loud ruckus between the walls. He didn't notice him at all!

"What is it, Kagami-kun?" asked Sanada, goggling at him like the rest of the class.

"There's someone on my seat!" He pointed the boy in question with an accusing finger.

Sanada let out a toneless "Oh" as he watched closely the said seat then looked over his seating plan again, "I've forgotten you, Kuroko-kun. My mistake."

Seriously?! interjected Kagami inside his head.

"At least, speak up if you're there next time, would you?" Sanada scolded him. The latter simply gave a nod as a response, "Kagami-kun, take your seat. Class begins now!"

He flopped down on his chair and looked askance at the teal-haired teen next to him. As he scrutinized him, he did wonder how he could have not noticed him.

His looks was nothing special, rather plain, and from his demeanor he gave the impression of being the quiet type - the one that could be easily forgotten among hyperactive kids. But the heart attack he almost had just now told him there was more to it.

It wasn't that he was being forgotten, that guy seemed to litteraly slip through anyone's radar, as though he wasn't there. Even at close distance, he didn't sense him at all and the teacher even forgot about him.

What kind of low presence was that?

From morning to afternoon classes, he fought his hardest against drowsiness, which got him to be hit on the head by books more than once. Kagami pulled a face when he peered at the small teen next to him who wasn't listening a thing to the lesson, and yet the teachers seemed to have competely forgetten his existence...How lucky.

Putting his chin on his hand, his eyes rested on the teal-haired boy and noted the strong concentration scrunching up his face. The latter was reading some papers scattered around his table, shuffling them and writting notes on the sheets. He looked pretty busy for someone who wasn't given a damn about the current lesson.

A bit curious, he gave it a close attention.

On his table, he caught sight of a couple of photos, some reports and texts. For an instant, he did ask himself what this guy was doing with all that paperwork, was he preparing some kind of presentation? Oh well, it didn't concern him.

His curiosity filled, he looked away and yawned.

September 21, 3:35 PM

Teikō Academy

Hallway

The last chime of the day finally rang throughout the campus. After classes, a few of his classmates wanted to throw him a welcome party at a karaoke but Kagami turned them down, saying he would go with them another time. He had yet finished unpacking his things at home. And, quicker he go home, more time he has to rest and catch up on some sleep.

Now alone, he shoved all his notebook and textbooks in his school bag and hauled it over his left shoulder. Before leaving the classroom, he took a last peek at his left. The seat was empty, that Kuroko guy already left. He didn't even know when.

On his way to the school gate, he couldn't believe that he got accepted in this kind of prestigious school. In America, he was attending a public one, and needless to say that the environment was clearly different. That reminded him some of his friends back there and their basketball games after school. Maybe he should have stayed with his mom in America...

Kagami slapped both his cheeks to stop brooding. That school wasn't so bad, it was just that he wished he had a friend here.

"Taiga? Is that you, Taiga?" A soft male voice reached his ears. Kagami turned and faced a good-looking boy, "It's really you!"

He cocked his head. That face, partially masked by a long jet black bang, and that casual yet charming looks somewhat rang a bell.

"It's me, Tatsuya!"

Upon hearing the name, the fog in his mind dissipated instantly and memories surfaced. It was Himuro Tatsuya – his one and only childhood friend.

"Ah, Tatsuya?!" bursted out Kagami, "W-What are you doing here? It's been a while!"

"It sure has! About nine years," Himuro smiled, "And well, you can see like me we're attending the same school."

After so many years the only smart thing he asked his childhood friend was that. Of course, he was in the same school or else they wouldn't be able to speak in those hallways and he wouldn't wear the uniform. Speaking of which, it fitted him elegantly. Unlike him.

"You didn't tell you were coming back in Japan."

"Ah, things got busy and I totally forgot to contact you," Kagami rubbed the nape of his neck.

"You haven't changed, Taiga. Still the same as ever, I see."

"Like you're one to talk!" He beamed.

He was so happy to meet a familiar face here, and it was his childhood friend. He has known Himuro since first grade. Although Himuro was one year older than him, they really hit it off with one another, and were almost like brothers. Always playing basketball together, always having fun together, and always playing heroes, although problems were mainly solved through fists and kicks than with words and brains, much to their parents' dismay.

It was good old days...until third grade, when he had to leave for America because of his parents' business.

Before his departure, Himuro and him bought a pair of rings, and both swore on it to continue upholding justice.

Looking back at it, it was a childish and naive promise, but that honesty never left him. He hung onto that promise up until now, as the ring necklace chain around his neck proved it. Since that day, he never let go of it.

He wondered if Himuro was still wearing it?

"It's good to see you again."

"Honestly, I've never thought we'd meet by accident, especially in that kind of place..."

"That should be my line," A faint chuckle tickled his ears annoyingly, then Himuro added, "You never were the studious type, Taiga."

"Oi! Call me stupid while you're at it!" hurled Taiga back as his raven-haired friend hit a nail on the head.

Eyes met before they both laughed.

Himuro and him headed to the school gate while chatting and remembering anecdotes of their childhood. Even though they kept contact through mails and phone calls every once in a while, they were so many things to catch up.

On their way, Kagami squinted his eyes at a large crowd of students gathered at the end of the hallway, waiting in front of a wooden double door. On the silver sign nailed above the doors, he read «auditorium nº2».

"What's happening over there?" He asked Himuro, "There's a concert or something like that?"

The raven-haired boy, who was about to take the stairs, glimpsed at the same scenery. He then checked the hour on his cellphone, which indicated three forty.

"Oh, it's already this time," His friend just said, like a whisper to himself.

"Time for what?"

"Today's trial."

In the back of his mind echoed the chairman's words, mentioning that peculiar system of school court.

"You're talking about the school court thing?"

"You've already heard about it?" Seeing that the subject was stirring a bit of his friend's interest, Himuro didn't press any further and casted a glance at the crowd slowly starting to get into the auditorium, "Want to take a look?"

"Is that okay?"

"Sure," Himuro shrugged his shoulders and headed in the same direction as the other students, "The trials have always been open to whoever wants to watch them, since the very first trial. They're really popular, you know. Many students come to see them for the...show, if I can put it like that."

"A trial? A show?" Kagami scoffed, while walking alongside his friend.

"Well, the term may not be very appropriate, but you have to see it for yourself, Taiga. They're interesting to watch," The raven-haired male left it at that, knowing that no words would be able to get through this thick head.

That said, when he gripped the metal doorknob, Himuro was seized by hesitation. Aware of what laid beyond those doors, he probably should tell him.

Before opening the door, Himuro said in a whisper, "Though there is nothing much to see lately..."

Although whispered, Kagami heard him but kept silent.