Title: Speical Sin
Author: Sirius Fey
Rating: PG
Genre: Slight horror.
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Sin is eternal. Forever. A legend in the heart of channelers. The death of the only male medium. The terroriser of a Necromancer. And just two people holding it all back.
Place in Timeline: 20 years after Case 2-4
If Croik ever looks here, I wish to submit this work into Court records.

Acknowledgements: I thank Slob Attorney/Serene Polaris for allowing me to use her charcters for something. My computer, Croik (for CR) and CR also deserve said thanks.


Start: Lobby added for Prosecuting Beginner
Update I: Court I for Prosecuting Beginner added
Update II: Break/ Mysterious Locket for PRosecuting BEginner added



Nabasco skimmed through his Court Record for the 8th time that hour. That was how long he'd been waiting for court to start. He finished looking through it, and started biting his nails. He was 19 now, and his birthday was coming soon. He was about 5ft 9, and quite thin. He wasn't the sort of person you'd think to see in court. He had blue eyes, and a small nose. He had a scar, from a fight he'd got into when he was younger. Someone had brought a knife ino school, and threatened him with it. When Nabasco had ingored him, he attempted to feign a slash at him. He had done so badly, and it had hit Nabasco in the check, smashing about half his mouth. Nabasco punched the boy between the eyes, grabbed the knife, and removed the little fingernail of the boy. Now, the scar caused Nabasco to have a constant sneer on his face. He wasn't strong, but had enough knowledge of human anatomy to know how to hurt people the most. His black hair was tied into a braid, which ran down his back. He was wearing a suit, which was black in colour, and was wearing an undershirt, with no tie, that was coloured blue. He had a nabit for chewing his nails, despite the fact that his mother brought up Makato Ese every time she saw him do it. His mother was the prosecutor Saria Field. Nabasco didn't share the surname 'Field'. Due to some holes in the law, she had her name legally changed when she named her child, and changed back after she'd named him. The name she'd chosen was 'Light'. So he was legally Nabasco Light. His father, on the other hand, was spirit medium Sutwil fey. In fact, the only reason he'd been born was due to the fact that Sutwil had left a sample. It was addressed to Saria, with the words "When your ready". And now, here he was, prosecuting his first trial. Then, his mother, who was his co-council for the trial, stepped into the room. Time had been averagely kind to her. Her hair was all white now (she wanted her hair white anyway) and some of her firnge had gone to grey. As always, she kept the illusion of confidence around her. It wasn't a false illusion. She was a good prosecuto because she could take a crime and work it all out. She was wearing a simple white dress, which fell at her ankles, and fluttered there. Her eyes had gone from dark green to a dark blue kind of colour.
"Well, Nabasco. Yout first trial." she said, smiling gently.
Nabasco nodded, and said "I know."
"Don't worry. The attorney's Godfrey Rime. He's not very hard." she sid, chewing her lip.
"Mr. Light!" said the bailiff, curt as ever. "Bring the co-council and yourslef to the Courtroom. NOW!"
"Yes." said Nabaso, getting up. He was slightly annoyed at the bailiff. Apparentely, he was like this with all the rookies.
"Very well. Let's begin." said Saria, giving Nabasco a profile. It was of a certain Godfrey Cyrus Rime.

Last edited by Allan's Aokage on Sun Sep 02, 2007 10:18 pm, edited 2 times in total.

This is looking good so far. Keep it up.

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Thank you, SA, for the comment.


Here's the next part, Court I



"Is that all the evidence?" asked the yellow-haired attorney. Godfrey Cyrus Rime. Most Arrogant DA. Not too bad, decided Nabasco. He had collected all the evidence (which was the autopsy report, the victim's shoe and the murder weapon) from the officer.
"Y-y-yessir!" stammered the officer in charge, Rook Kiya, who was the newest detective, and was a bag of nerves. Why Nabasco had chosen him, he didn't know. There were far better detectives who had offered.... And he'd chosen one of the worst. He was good at finding evidence, but a bag of nerves. Nabasco sighed at his own incompetence.
"Your Honour, the evidence clearly shows no way to implicate the defendant." said Godfrey, his grey eyes twinkling slightly.
"Why, I believe you may be right, Mr. Rime." said the Judge, easily flustered by the DA. Nabasco sighed again. Why was he stuck with two rookies? A new Judge, who hadn't pounded his gavel before, and an officer who had no backbone.



"Your Honour, you are being deceived by bravado. The knife clearly bares the defendant's fingerprints. As it's the murder weapon, it's more then likely that he did it. The Victim's shoe has been trodden on by the barefooted defendant. IT all points to him!" explained Nabasco, feeling ever so slightly smug.
"Don't get cocky, Nabasco." came the voice from next to him. Saria was his co-council, but only promised to show him the ropes, not tell him how to win. If she did, he would never be a good prosecutor with her by hsi side.



"And I say that the knife WASN'T the murder weapon. After all, I checked the body myself. The wound has a slight cut to the right. This," said Godfrey, pulling out a knife, with a jut to the right, "is the actual weapon. It bares no prints."



"Not true!" cried Nabasco, his damaged mouth frowning.
"On the contrary. Here is a photo of the body." He showed the court the photo, and there was a slight cut to the right. "Oh, and the shoe? The defendant stood on it by accident at an earlier date."
"You must be right, I find the defendant..."
It was then that the lights went out. A minute later, a minute that felt like an hour of bated breath, and silence, other then the wind, the lights came back on. And the Judge was on the floor, next to his chair. There was pinprick in his arm. He'd been drugged unconsius during the blackout! The bailiff ordered a recess to check the Judges condition.

BUMP.

This is a bump for some news.

One: This post will be edited with the new chapter "The Mysterious Girl" soon.
Two: This now has a new title. This is because I axed two entire stories in this. And combined it with another fanfic. So it has a new name, new summary.
Three: All chapters from now on are named.

THIS PART WIILL BE EDITED WHEN I UPDATE

Almost a week. I screwed up my schedule big time.

Some changes in planning have gone out. When the charcters in them come around, I'm going to tell you the changes.

1) I've shorted the fic from what it was going to be. It was going to be 6 stories, then a sequel. Now it's about 7, and even one with me and my vousin working together.

The Mysterious Girl

As the Judge's condition was checked, Saria and nAbasco waited impatitently. The two were surprised when the door opened, a a 16 year old girl stepped in. She wore a lot of white. a white dress, whiote hair, white skin, the works. In fact, here grey eyes stood oput in a sea of white.
"Yes, what it it?" asked Nabasco.
"A gift from Him." she saidm, throwing a small bag on the floor, then running.
"Who are you?" shouted Saria after her.
"Cynthia Rit" echoed the voice.

Outside, the girl headed to a hedge maze. when she was deep enough, she started changing her clothes.

The court was back up again. The Judge had passed out from a tranquilizer shot, but it was past. Nabasco smiled. No was the time to push the sowrd home. The bag the girl had thrown had contained a pciture of the body. It showed it lying when it had died, so they could see the wound, and it wasn't like Godfrey had said it was.

The girl, after she had changed, screwed her brow in concentration. She bagan channeling.

Changes:

1) This is far off, but Cynthia becomes a recurring character. Originally, she had Nabasco would fall in love, so that's changed.

2) The working title for this chapter was "The Mysterious locket", because it was originally a locket Cynthis threw down.