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+M through R › Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
891
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The characters in Ace Attorney are the intellectual property of the creators of Ace Attorney & Capcom Co., Ltd. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only. No infringement is intended and no profit is being made.
Wocky
Wocky
So I’m strollin’ down the street mindin’ my own business when I saw a real live angel, 10 times more beautiful than any would-be Mrs. Wocky Kitakis, let me just say. She wore some crazy princess looking outfit like a fancy doll from a Japanese magazine, it was cool cause she rocked it though. That’s when I just had to tell her, “Girl, you fine! You work dat snowflake ballerina lookin’ gear! Awh yeah!” I didn’t yell, I said it sweet-like ‘cause that’s what the honeys love. Gotta be frank with them. That’s a true player’s philosophy.
N-E ways, dat angel from heaven looked real surprised. Didn’t take off her sunglasses, though. Just stared. Said, “Not girl.” Slow an’ clear, careful, guess she figured human beings don’t speak American good. Or maybe she weren’t so good at speaking it herself, whatever.
“I know, babe! You’re a angel. Why doncha let me buy you a frappuccino while you tell me if it hurt.”
“If it… hurt?” She looked at me sweet, lower lip quivering like she was abouts to cry.
“When you fell from heaven.”
She tilted her head. Hair was real feathery, cute and fluttery, like gold wings. She hugged herself a little bit. “Not from heaven. From Borginia.” No mistaking it, she was trying not to grin. Angels can’t just give up their smiles, after all. She totally liked me, yo. I could tell even though she tried so hard to hide her feelings!
“Borginia? Dat near New Jersey? I flunked geometry.”
“You are meaning… geography?”
“Failed dat too. The teacher was totally whack, yo!”
“Maybe if you study harder, you know Borginia is in North Europe.” The angel started to walk away on those dainty little feet.
“Wait, girl, I ain’t done praising your beauty yet.” I ran after her. I get so sick of girls just walking away, too intimidated by my gangster self.
“I said I not girl,” said the angel. She stopped right in the middle of the street, taking off her sunglasses. “I boy. Named Machi.”
“Machi, that’s a bomb-ass name. Is it Japanese?”
“I look Japanese?” Machi raised a yellow eyebrow at me.
“I’ve seen honeys from all over the world, baby, my love knows no nationality. Just fine-e-ality, and girl, you fine.” The glitter of the angel’s clothes weren’t so shiny now, and I could see this angel had no curves. Guess Machi really was a boy, but I’m a gentleman. A gangster gentleman finishes what he start, and besides, it ain’t gay if it starts out with you thinking the guy’s a lady.
“You are Japanese, yes?”
“Awh yeah. I come from the finest Japanese gangster stock. You may have heard of the Kitakis.” I readied myself for Machi’s praise. Hey, maybe he’d even like me better, guys are into guns and stuff. I know I am.
Machi clapped his little pixie hands. “The pastry shops with fox logo! I love that little fox, it is so cute. Did you design?”
“I kinda helped. What’s your favorite pastry?” Okay, so the whole side business part of the family ain’t nearly as cool, but it does pay the bills. Sometimes it’s even a little fun. Not as fun as bustin’ caps, course.
“The… what is called? OG Cracker. Even though it is not as pretty, I thought, I must give it a try. And it good!” The angel was smiling now, his eyes sparkly and a real pretty pale blue. “I like so much!”
That’s when I decided I had to marry that angel. Didn’t care that he was a guy, after all, the samurais got together and wrote haikus to each other and it wasn’t gay at all. Machi, he didn’t realize I’d just made that big revelation. He just latched onto my arm and tugged me to a bubble tea stand. “You buy?”
So I bought us both boba. That’s how I knew it was fated, yo. He didn’t ask me for no fancy shoes or perfumes. Fact he didn’t look at my wallet at all, said we could split if I wanted, but that’s not what a true gangster does for his lady-type love.
As we slurped up the last of our tapioca, I looked over to Machi. “Yo, uh, this might seem sudden,” and just as I was about to confess my love, I realized that wasn’t very gangster. “Why don’t we do this again soon?”
“I think I like that,” said Machi. He smiled and he looked better than any angel. “You are nice. You are making me always laugh.”
Machi had to go after awhile because he had an appointment, but he gave me his phone number. I figure I’ll make him sweat tonight and call first thing in the morning tomorrow. Just before he left, he kissed me right on the cheek. I felt crazy tingly after that and had to stand around and get it together before I went home.
And that’s why I was late for dinner, momma. You ain’t got no right giving my steel samurai cheesy mac to the dog!
So I’m strollin’ down the street mindin’ my own business when I saw a real live angel, 10 times more beautiful than any would-be Mrs. Wocky Kitakis, let me just say. She wore some crazy princess looking outfit like a fancy doll from a Japanese magazine, it was cool cause she rocked it though. That’s when I just had to tell her, “Girl, you fine! You work dat snowflake ballerina lookin’ gear! Awh yeah!” I didn’t yell, I said it sweet-like ‘cause that’s what the honeys love. Gotta be frank with them. That’s a true player’s philosophy.
N-E ways, dat angel from heaven looked real surprised. Didn’t take off her sunglasses, though. Just stared. Said, “Not girl.” Slow an’ clear, careful, guess she figured human beings don’t speak American good. Or maybe she weren’t so good at speaking it herself, whatever.
“I know, babe! You’re a angel. Why doncha let me buy you a frappuccino while you tell me if it hurt.”
“If it… hurt?” She looked at me sweet, lower lip quivering like she was abouts to cry.
“When you fell from heaven.”
She tilted her head. Hair was real feathery, cute and fluttery, like gold wings. She hugged herself a little bit. “Not from heaven. From Borginia.” No mistaking it, she was trying not to grin. Angels can’t just give up their smiles, after all. She totally liked me, yo. I could tell even though she tried so hard to hide her feelings!
“Borginia? Dat near New Jersey? I flunked geometry.”
“You are meaning… geography?”
“Failed dat too. The teacher was totally whack, yo!”
“Maybe if you study harder, you know Borginia is in North Europe.” The angel started to walk away on those dainty little feet.
“Wait, girl, I ain’t done praising your beauty yet.” I ran after her. I get so sick of girls just walking away, too intimidated by my gangster self.
“I said I not girl,” said the angel. She stopped right in the middle of the street, taking off her sunglasses. “I boy. Named Machi.”
“Machi, that’s a bomb-ass name. Is it Japanese?”
“I look Japanese?” Machi raised a yellow eyebrow at me.
“I’ve seen honeys from all over the world, baby, my love knows no nationality. Just fine-e-ality, and girl, you fine.” The glitter of the angel’s clothes weren’t so shiny now, and I could see this angel had no curves. Guess Machi really was a boy, but I’m a gentleman. A gangster gentleman finishes what he start, and besides, it ain’t gay if it starts out with you thinking the guy’s a lady.
“You are Japanese, yes?”
“Awh yeah. I come from the finest Japanese gangster stock. You may have heard of the Kitakis.” I readied myself for Machi’s praise. Hey, maybe he’d even like me better, guys are into guns and stuff. I know I am.
Machi clapped his little pixie hands. “The pastry shops with fox logo! I love that little fox, it is so cute. Did you design?”
“I kinda helped. What’s your favorite pastry?” Okay, so the whole side business part of the family ain’t nearly as cool, but it does pay the bills. Sometimes it’s even a little fun. Not as fun as bustin’ caps, course.
“The… what is called? OG Cracker. Even though it is not as pretty, I thought, I must give it a try. And it good!” The angel was smiling now, his eyes sparkly and a real pretty pale blue. “I like so much!”
That’s when I decided I had to marry that angel. Didn’t care that he was a guy, after all, the samurais got together and wrote haikus to each other and it wasn’t gay at all. Machi, he didn’t realize I’d just made that big revelation. He just latched onto my arm and tugged me to a bubble tea stand. “You buy?”
So I bought us both boba. That’s how I knew it was fated, yo. He didn’t ask me for no fancy shoes or perfumes. Fact he didn’t look at my wallet at all, said we could split if I wanted, but that’s not what a true gangster does for his lady-type love.
As we slurped up the last of our tapioca, I looked over to Machi. “Yo, uh, this might seem sudden,” and just as I was about to confess my love, I realized that wasn’t very gangster. “Why don’t we do this again soon?”
“I think I like that,” said Machi. He smiled and he looked better than any angel. “You are nice. You are making me always laugh.”
Machi had to go after awhile because he had an appointment, but he gave me his phone number. I figure I’ll make him sweat tonight and call first thing in the morning tomorrow. Just before he left, he kissed me right on the cheek. I felt crazy tingly after that and had to stand around and get it together before I went home.
And that’s why I was late for dinner, momma. You ain’t got no right giving my steel samurai cheesy mac to the dog!