The skyline of the city was bathed in a deep orange as the sun finally decided to rise above the grey buildings, it shone down

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the game. They belong to Capcom. And I've written this without permission… so sorry.

A/N: Yey, first fic! This is expected to run for a bit. This is set just after Justice for All. Reviews are lovely, please tell me what's right and what's wrong so I can improve )

Edit: Revised for grammar, phrasing, layout and POV.

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Turnabout the Morning After
Chapter 1

April 2nd
10:00 AM
Phoenix's Bedroom

"The skyline of the city was bathed in a deep orange as the sun rose above the sea of buildings. It shone down onto the peaceful setting, prompting everyone inside to wake up and prepare for another long day..."

-Beep beep beep beep beep-

An arm reached out of the mass of blankets to slam the snooze button down on the alarm clock.

Ten more minutes… Phoenix thought as he snuggled back down into the sheets and turned the page, massaging his throbbing head.

-Bring bring, bring bring-

Phoenix jumped at the sound of his phone, the book falling out of his hands onto the bed. He sighed.

Someone up there really doesn't like me.

-Bring bring, bring bring-

"Alright, alright, I'm coming already…"

He dragged his feet out of the tangle of sheets and stumbled into the living room, going over to the phone to pick up the receiver.

"Hello?" Phoenix mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

"Wow, he lives!" The caller exclaimed. "Get your lazy ass down here now, Nick."

"Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Maya."

"You can't joke your way out of this again," Maya retorted angrily.

Phoenix slumped down onto the nearest chair and rubbed his forehead. "It's only eight. I've got plenty of time to get in."

"Your stupid, cheap alarm clock has lost hours again, hasn't it?" Maya sighed. "It's already ten, Nick. There're piles of paperwork that need to be sorted, not to mention all the old cups that have to be cleared." Maya was shuffling round in the background, most likely finding the offending cups underneath a mound of paper. "Hey, Nick, I've just found this sandwich and it's only three days out of date. Do you reckon I can still eat it?"

"Sure you can, but I'm not bringing you to the hospital after you get food poisoning." Phoenix closed his eyes and massaged his temples. "Look, I've had a really rough morning--"

"I bet you have!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I saw everything, Nick. Everything."

Phoenix groaned and ran a hand over his hair.

I took her with me? What the hell was I thinking!?

"You get really emotional when you're drunk, you know," Maya continued. "That pretty bartender didn't look impressed when you were telling her your life story."

Phoenix chuckled. "Poor woman."

"There were several." Phoenix heard the sound of Maya chewing, before she continued. "Not that I was complaining. I added the food bill to your tab."

Phoenix sighed.

That's this month's salary out the window…

"Did I seriously make that much of an ass out of myself?"

"You don't remember? Well, I'm not surprised." Maya paused, presumably to take a bite out of whatever she was eating. "I wouldn't worry too much about it, though. Edgeworth looked just as stupid as you."

Phoenix sat up straight in his chair. "Edgeworth was there?"

"Yep. So was Larry, Detective Gumshoe, and some young girl with pink glasses. Didn't talk much to her, though…"

Phoenix sighed again.

Looks like the whole of the Prosecution Offices will have heard about what happened last night…

Whatever did happen, that is.

"Anyway, could you get down here in half an hour? I need help with this mess."

Phoenix groaned again.

Maya chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes. See ya soon!" And with that, she hung up.

Phoenix scowled at the receiver and put it back down. He sighed, before eventually heaving himself off the chair to go into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and then went over to the bathroom cabinet to get his shampoo. However, the sight in the mirror as he closed the cabinet's door made his eyes widen in shock.

Is that a… bruise on my neck?

Phoenix dropped the bottle he was holding where it fell with a clatter into the sink. He rubbed at the mark on his neck with two fingers, making sure it wasn't a trick.

What the hell!? Maya didn't say anything about me getting lucky!

Phoenix grabbed the sides of the sink and stared at his refection.

Well, crap.

"This is a job for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney!" He shouted, pointing at the mirror.

I really need to get out of the habit of doing that every time a new case opens up...