Author: Allan's Aokage
Rating: PG-13 (Aser is a bit rude.)
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Prosecutor Aser Xavier (pronounced Shay-veer) Amun is a good enough prosecutor. But he has some 'personality wrinkles'. These include swearing, smoking, and throwing things at the defense attorney in court.

Things in italics are things Aser is thinking. Thing in italics and blue mean Aser is breaking the fourth wall.

Prologue
My name is not Phoenix Wright.

Top of the morning to you. If it's morning when your reading this. If it's not, top of whatever. No, actually, I have a better greeting. Hi, screw you. I am Proseuctor Aser Xavier Amun. At 24 years of age, I am a new-ish proseuctor. This will be my... ooh, second trial today. T'is against some rookie, or something. I don't care. I've won it. That may as well be fact.

Aser was lying down on the couch in the prosecution's lobby. He was getting in another quarter of an hour's sleep before the trial. He had gone over the case that morning, while shouting at Winston Payne for squeaking/talking within three metres of him. The old mouse-man had started to grow his hair out. Aser made a mental note to take his scissors to it the moment he caught Payne napping. Ten minutes until the trial began...

"Sir!" the excited, reletively high-pitched voice yelled in his years. "Gak!" Aser fell off the couch, landing on the floor. "Ouch." Aser got up, dusting himself off. Sid Pilchard, a new detective had arrived. Aser had had the misfortune to get him as a lead investigator. Aser had secretly slipped Officer Mike Meekins out as well. And Officer Meekins had found over double the evidence Pilchard had. What a klutz...

"What is it, Pilchard?" Aser snapped, dusting off the remaining dust from his three-piece suit. The detective annoyed him anyway, and he was looking forward to getting his testimony over with. "S-Sir! I wanted to make sure you were OK, sir!" Aser's short fuse of temper with the police department blew. "Out. Get out, NOW!" he yelled practically kicking the officer out of the lobby. He really didn't want to be bothered by the Detective before the trial. And when it WAS over, the officer's wages would go up in smoke. Quite literally.

"Tut, tut, Amun." Aser groaned. His self-declared 'mentor', Serene Mut had chosen a nice moment to pop in. Aser had declined all offers of council, but Mut, like an actual mutt, refused to leave him alone. "Shouting at the Detective already? You normally save that until the trial." "Godammit, leave me alone, woman." Aser hissed in reply. "Five minutes until the start of court!" called the bailiff.

Aser walked into the courtroom then. Followed by Miss Mut.

Hehe Kewl.
I bet Aser gets beaten hahahahaha...

Read Mine! Its quite short, but...
I need some comments soonish

As much as I want to crush Aser's ego, I'm stll thinking about whether it not to give him the win or not 8U

I'll have to keep an eye on this one. By the way, is "8U" supposed to be a smiley of some sort?

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Yes.

What exactly is it supposed to express?

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Chapter rewritten. See below.

Chapter 1
How It Goes

New Year's Eve, 2018

Aser put away his books. He'd done enough studying for now. The time? 11:45. Aser had drawn up a list of defense attornies to defeat by the time the year was out. There were only two on there.

Kristoph Gavin
Phoenix Wright

Sure, while it was a short list, these two attornies were some of the best in LA. Aser didn't know this, but in due time, he would face both in court before the next year was out - and he would win neither.

The Week Before the Present Day

A woman screams, and runs down the corridor. A man pursues her, smashing a jar with a knife. The woman runs into the living room, and hides behind the couch. The man comes in when she's hidden, and draws a gun. He empties the clip, destroing the china in the room. He derips the lightbulb from it's socket while it's on. In his anger, he doesn't notice the heat, or the electric shock. He falls, but his gun fires several more shots, one of them, hitting the woman as she emerges from behind the couch. She dies. The man lives. This was State versus Darke. Another one, this time from Joe Darke's insane son. There is a huge amount of evidence against him, and still a defense attorney comes to take up the case. The prosecution? Aser Amun, of course.

Present Day, 10AM.

"Court is in session for the trial of State versus Darke." Alexander Smith. Short black hair, small trimmed goatee, brown eyes. Average height. He was a reletively lax judge, and one Aser hoped would work in his favour. "Are the - " He was cut across.

"Yes, Your Honour." Aser said calmly. "You should have more - " Serene had attempted to instruct him, before being cut across as well. "Shut up, damn you." Aser scowled.

"Yes, Your Honour." came the call from the defense attorney's bench. He was wearing a black two-piece suit, and had little hair, and was wearing mirrored glasses that hid his eyes. "Your opening statement, prosecutor?" asked Smith, looking down at the taller man. The high chair helped him with that.

"The defendant is guilty. The needed tools are here." He stopped. "Th-that's all?" asked Smith, after a minute's pause. "Yes." Aser stopped again. "As everyone present is familiar with the case, and the defense attorney has already gotten the testimoney and pressed the detective - " This time, Aser was the one cut. "I-is this true, Mr. Fin?" The judge asled.

The defense attorney nodded. "...I move that Mr. Fin be penaltied for an illegal interrigation of the detective." Aser said, smirking. "Granted. Smith pounded his gavel. This will be all to easy. thought Aser.