Turnabout Host Club (part the first)
Title: Turnabout Host Club (part 1/?)
Fandom: Ace Attorney/Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Colorful text! :D
A/N: For the lovely alanahikarichan! There is silly here. Muwahahahahahaha.
June 21
Detention Center in Tokyo
"Please listen to meeeeeeeee!"
Fujioka Haruhi winced at the ear-shattering shriek echoing down the halls of the detention center. The guard walking with her gave her a sympathetic look before opening the door to the holding rooms.
(This is my first case as a prosecutor. To be honest, the only reason I'm doing this is because Kyouya-sempai asked me to, but it seems this case is much bigger than what he told me at first...)
"His defense lawyer has already left," the guard told her as she stepped into the room. "Some American named Phoenix Wright..."
Haruhi nodded. (They said this case was getting international attention, but...)
Ron DeLite was sitting on the other side of the bulletproof glass, one of his strange hair corkscrews dangling as he cocked his head to one side. He was talking to himself, apparently; Haruhi could only hear the start of the sentence before it wandered off into inaudible mumbling. "Well, it's true that I'm Mask*DeMasque and we've made money from selling the outfit but I didn't do anything this time..."
(...this is the reason why?)
"Excuse me," she said, sitting down across from the man, "but are you..." She had to look at her notes again. "Mask*DeMasque?" (He looks like he fell into Tamaki-sempai's closet and had to fight out...)
"Y-yes! That's me!" Then, while she simply stared at him, he added, "Well, no. I mean, I am, but not this time. Maybe I should have gone into another business..."
(Do I have to go through this all day?) "On June 19th, did you enter the Ootori family's main house in order to steal a vase valued at eight million yen?"
"No! That was my successor! ...Er, one of them. There seem to be a lot of them these days..."
"So you ordered him to steal it for you?"
The hair corkscrews were flying again, almost distracting Haruhi from the task at hand. "N-no! Dessie and I were just here visiting."
"Dessie? Your wife, Desiree DeLite, if I'm correct?" Haruhi permitted herself a smile. "Visiting the Ootori Group's headquarters as security consultants?"
"Yes...?"
She pulled a newspaper from her bag, holding the front page up for him to see. The headline declared "Ootori Group Suspected In International Smuggling Case!" Underneath, a white cared bearing the sign of the three-legged raven accompanied the article. "Security consultant. That's a good cover...for the Yatagarasu."
"Yep."
(...he just admitted it?)
Ron was nodding agreeably...then stopped, his hair flying out of control again. "I mean, NO! I'm not that kind of thief! ...even though we do that...but Mr. Wright told us to stop but we haven't yet..."
"I've looked into your company, Mr. DeLite, and you appear to have quite a few underworld ties. Strange for a legitimate business..."
"But...but those are..."
"Sorry, missy, but...you're on the wrong track. This guy's...not the Yatagarasu."
Haruhi turned to the newcomer, and tried not to jump out of her chair. (Is this guy for real?!) The man towered over her, a cigarette poking out of his mouth and... (Are those bullet holes in that coat?). The sight was almost too surreal, and Haruhi found herself staring at him for a few long seconds.
"Mr. Badd, sir!" When she recovered, Haruhi glanced over to see the defendant practically bouncing in his sear. (With his hair like that, he could almost pass for a puppy...) "What are you doing here?"
"Getting dragged across the world...because of this Yatagarasu business... Thought I'd help you out a bit."
"Um...excuse me, but who are you?" Haruhi asked slowly.
The man paused for a long moment before reaching a hand into his pocket - (Is he going for a gun?!) - and retrieving...a hand mirror. "...Tyrell Badd...former homicide detective."
(What's with this case...?)
"Mr. Badd here is our expert on the Yatagarasu... Ms. Prosecutor."
Haruhi glanced around Badd as the new speaker sauntered into the room. (So this is the Interpol agent Kyouya-sempai said he'd called in...) "Agent Lang?"
"At your service." Shi-Long Lang grinned, his sharp teeth shining in the sterile lighting. "Ootori's an old friend. He called me as soon as the news hit the papers."
"Ah..."
"This guy might not be the Yatagarasu..." Agent Lang smirked, "but he's guilty of something. "If you don't mind, Ms. Prosecutor, I'd like to figure out just what that is."
"Ah...okay." (I'm getting kicked out...) "Excuse me."
Agent Lang flopped down in her chair as she headed out the door. "So, little lost puppy...let's talk."
"B-but I didn't do anythiiiiiing!"
Haruhi shut the door behind her, Ron's voice still echoing down the hall after her.
(Damn crazy Americans...)
Fandom: Ace Attorney/Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Colorful text! :D
A/N: For the lovely alanahikarichan! There is silly here. Muwahahahahahaha.
June 21
Detention Center in Tokyo
"Please listen to meeeeeeeee!"
Fujioka Haruhi winced at the ear-shattering shriek echoing down the halls of the detention center. The guard walking with her gave her a sympathetic look before opening the door to the holding rooms.
(This is my first case as a prosecutor. To be honest, the only reason I'm doing this is because Kyouya-sempai asked me to, but it seems this case is much bigger than what he told me at first...)
"His defense lawyer has already left," the guard told her as she stepped into the room. "Some American named Phoenix Wright..."
Haruhi nodded. (They said this case was getting international attention, but...)
Ron DeLite was sitting on the other side of the bulletproof glass, one of his strange hair corkscrews dangling as he cocked his head to one side. He was talking to himself, apparently; Haruhi could only hear the start of the sentence before it wandered off into inaudible mumbling. "Well, it's true that I'm Mask*DeMasque and we've made money from selling the outfit but I didn't do anything this time..."
(...this is the reason why?)
"Excuse me," she said, sitting down across from the man, "but are you..." She had to look at her notes again. "Mask*DeMasque?" (He looks like he fell into Tamaki-sempai's closet and had to fight out...)
"Y-yes! That's me!" Then, while she simply stared at him, he added, "Well, no. I mean, I am, but not this time. Maybe I should have gone into another business..."
(Do I have to go through this all day?) "On June 19th, did you enter the Ootori family's main house in order to steal a vase valued at eight million yen?"
"No! That was my successor! ...Er, one of them. There seem to be a lot of them these days..."
"So you ordered him to steal it for you?"
The hair corkscrews were flying again, almost distracting Haruhi from the task at hand. "N-no! Dessie and I were just here visiting."
"Dessie? Your wife, Desiree DeLite, if I'm correct?" Haruhi permitted herself a smile. "Visiting the Ootori Group's headquarters as security consultants?"
"Yes...?"
She pulled a newspaper from her bag, holding the front page up for him to see. The headline declared "Ootori Group Suspected In International Smuggling Case!" Underneath, a white cared bearing the sign of the three-legged raven accompanied the article. "Security consultant. That's a good cover...for the Yatagarasu."
"Yep."
(...he just admitted it?)
Ron was nodding agreeably...then stopped, his hair flying out of control again. "I mean, NO! I'm not that kind of thief! ...even though we do that...but Mr. Wright told us to stop but we haven't yet..."
"I've looked into your company, Mr. DeLite, and you appear to have quite a few underworld ties. Strange for a legitimate business..."
"But...but those are..."
"Sorry, missy, but...you're on the wrong track. This guy's...not the Yatagarasu."
Haruhi turned to the newcomer, and tried not to jump out of her chair. (Is this guy for real?!) The man towered over her, a cigarette poking out of his mouth and... (Are those bullet holes in that coat?). The sight was almost too surreal, and Haruhi found herself staring at him for a few long seconds.
"Mr. Badd, sir!" When she recovered, Haruhi glanced over to see the defendant practically bouncing in his sear. (With his hair like that, he could almost pass for a puppy...) "What are you doing here?"
"Getting dragged across the world...because of this Yatagarasu business... Thought I'd help you out a bit."
"Um...excuse me, but who are you?" Haruhi asked slowly.
The man paused for a long moment before reaching a hand into his pocket - (Is he going for a gun?!) - and retrieving...a hand mirror. "...Tyrell Badd...former homicide detective."
(What's with this case...?)
"Mr. Badd here is our expert on the Yatagarasu... Ms. Prosecutor."
Haruhi glanced around Badd as the new speaker sauntered into the room. (So this is the Interpol agent Kyouya-sempai said he'd called in...) "Agent Lang?"
"At your service." Shi-Long Lang grinned, his sharp teeth shining in the sterile lighting. "Ootori's an old friend. He called me as soon as the news hit the papers."
"Ah..."
"This guy might not be the Yatagarasu..." Agent Lang smirked, "but he's guilty of something. "If you don't mind, Ms. Prosecutor, I'd like to figure out just what that is."
"Ah...okay." (I'm getting kicked out...) "Excuse me."
Agent Lang flopped down in her chair as she headed out the door. "So, little lost puppy...let's talk."
"B-but I didn't do anythiiiiiing!"
Haruhi shut the door behind her, Ron's voice still echoing down the hall after her.
(Damn crazy Americans...)