So... This is my first PW fic... I'm not really trying to do a / thing, but it's kinda hinting at it...

What am I thinking? I only have a few posts... If there's anything I need to improve on (I can see a LOT of things...), just tell me and I will try to make the rest better.

Title: The Trial is Over
Author: Brown Sweater
Rating: T (for some cursing and other crap)
Genre: Ummm...?
Status: Not completed
Pairing: ??
Summary: Phoenix, Maya, and Pearl go out to eat when he hears Maya muttering to herself. Unknown to him, it would be a warning of what was to come... Spoilers for 1 and 2, and a few lines from 3. XD Because I find some lines hilarious. XD

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January 13, 3:42
Fey Manor

I… I can’t believe…

She… She’s gone… Forever.

Why? Why did she leave? I have no friends, no family… No hope. Except for Mr. Phoenix Wright. He’s the only one I trust right now… Diary, I can’t write anymore. Maybe later, when the trial is finished. Maybe now… I can trust him. But everyone else…? I can’t. For Mystic-

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Phoenix Wright gagged on his drink. “Maya!?”

The sprit medium giggled. “What’s with the surprised look, Nick? I TOLD you that I would wear this!” Phoenix remained silent. He stared at Maya’s shirt, a weird expression on his face. Maya ignored him and sat down next to Pearl. The group had gone out for a burger at Maya’s favorite joint. Pearl looked down at her menu, uncertain. Maya closed her eyes, appearing to be deep in thought. Phoenix sighed. He knew that Maya was just deciding on a bacon cheeseburger or a pickle-burger, the one of the Grilled’s special burgers.

He again glared at Maya’s shirt. Unlike little Pearls, she was not wearing her medium training outfit. She was sporting an oversized t-shirt declaring the words, ‘I WAS FOUND INNOCENT BY WRIGHT!’ Maya had told the defense attorney that it was just advertisement, but he thought it was silly. Just like Maya herself. Phoenix thought, chuckling to himself. His memories of yesterday were interrupted by Pearl, who was reaching across the table and tapping him.

“Mr. Nick? What’s an ‘al-co-hol-ic bev-er-age?’” she asked innocently, gazing up at Phoenix. “Ahahaha… You don’t need to know that, Pearls.” he said, snatching the menu from her. “Anyways, we’ve already ordered. Why don’t you hurry up, Maya?” Maya looked as though she was… dead, almost. Phoenix stared at her frozen face.

“M-Maya…?” Her eyes still closed, she muttered illegible words. Amongst this babble, he picked up a sentence. It has been decided… Her fate has been sealed… What the hell does that mean!?

Maya’s eyes snapped open. “OKAY! The Pickle-Burger it is!” she announced cheerfully. Phoenix found that he had goosebumps on his arms. The words Maya had mumbled were racing around his mind. It took him a few tries to speak, but even when he could, his voice has hoarse, like sandpaper. “Maya… what you just said…”

Maya glanced over at Phoenix. “Awww, Nick. I know you don’t like copying me, but if you really want a pickle-burger…” Phoenix’s expression changed from worried to irritated. “No, I’m fine…”

Finishing their meal, Phoenix, Maya, and Pearl continued outside, where the freezing weather nearly overpowered them. Pearl huddled behind Phoenix as they started the long, cold walk to his office. Across the street. They trudged through the layers of snow, shielding their eyes from the cruel wind. Once inside, Maya immediately threw off her coat, and leaped onto the couch reserved for clients.

“Ah, let’s just relax now, eh Nick?” Maya commented, curling up beneath the electric blanket. In eight seconds flat she was snoozing. Wait… Is she SNORING!? Phoenix winced at the sound of her snores. Pearl shook her head in disgrace. “Mr. Nick? I never knew Mystic Maya snored.” Phoenix groaned. Neither did I…

Leaving Maya to herself, Phoenix walked to his desk, and sat down in the chair. Glancing at the desk, he noticed dust everywhere. He sighed, and rested his head in his hands. It had been a while since his last trial. A little more than 6 months since Juan Corrida was murdered. Six months since Maya got kidnapped. Six whole months. To tell the truth, Phoenix was still worried about something like that happening. He kept his eyes on Maya at all times.

Why do I care so much…? Is it like Pearls said? She’s my friend, nothing more. We will never get to be like that. Not ever But… What are these feelings? Is it…

Phoenix whacked his head against his desk. Ignoring Pearl’s cries, Phoenix rubbed his head with his hands. We are just friends! Nothing else!

Nothing…

Phoenix’s head slipped lower.

At…

His head rested on the desk.

All…

Mr. Wright had fallen asleep at his desk. Pearl sighed, and patted Phoenix on his spiky head. She walked over to the couch and shook Maya.

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“Hm… wha?” Maya felt someone shaking her. “Nick, let me sleep.” The shaking was more forceful now. “Niiick!”

“Mystic Maya! Wake up!” Pearl whispered in Maya’s ear. Maya sat up and stared at the eight year old. “PEAR-“

Pearl interrupted. “Shh! Mr. Nick is asleep! See?” She pointed to Phoenix, with his head on the desk. She tugged on Maya’s sleeve. “We need to go home!” Maya nodded and got up. She and Pearl sneaked to the door, not wanting to wake Phoenix. Goodnight… Phoenix.

They slipped out into the January weather, the snow deeper than before. The duo started to work their way towards the train station, seven blocks away. While walking, Maya thought about Phoenix. Nick… He seemed to worry about me in Grilled… What’s up with that? She sighed, causing her breath to rise up in the chilly air. He’s been WAY too worried about me lately… It’s probably because of De Killer… She shuddered at the though of that dark wine cellar. He said something about what I said. Did I say something to him earlier? I can’t quite remember…

Suddenly, she saw darkness. As though she was in a black hole. Pain… There was pain… Blood was dripping down her face, her legs… everywhere. What…? Nick… NICK!

“MYSTIC MAYAAAAA!”

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more plz

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