Ace Attorney: Council of Crime

Part 6 (Vesgate)

//February 21, 2030. Clever Household, 1:23 PM//

We all arrived at the crime scene shortly afterwards. I frowned upon seeing the victim, the first of the Kuranin's targets. I gulped. It startled me, I admit, to see somebody so young slouched over lifelessly. I looked down. I really wished that the victims of the Kuranin weren't so young...

There was somebody that seemed out of place within the swarms of officers that flooded the crime scene, making me frown. A man with brown hair stood over the corpse, a guilt filled expression on his face. His green eyes, which I regularly would have classed as 'sadistic' seemed too gentle to be natural. He wore a green jacket over a light blue shirt and jeans. Seemed a bit too casual to be with the police...

The Interpol agents seemed to have caught on, as the pink haired one (who I think was named F in Interpol's name code thing) walked up to the man and tapped him on the shoulder. Once she had his attention, she pointed for the door.

The man seemed to understand what she was implying, but he stood his ground, glaring at her instead. "Who are you people supposed to be?" he scowled angrily.

"We're investigating!" Milan cried loudly with a powerful finger point.

X sighed. "X, F, M, N, Vesgate, and Milan. Who might you be?" he introduced, gesturing to all of us as he said our name/code that nobody really understood.

The man looked down. "Connor Clever. What's it to you?" he demanded in fury. What was up with this man...?

"We're investigating, like Milan said," M told him, his patience obviously being worn thin. He seemed to be a nice person, but he didn't look like it on days where he was grouchy, which I assumed included today.

"And why can't I know half of your real names?" Mr. Clever continued to scowl.

"We're with Interpol. What else?" F groaned. "Just get out or tell us what reasons you have for sticking around in a place like this. A crime scene is not a place for civilians like you, you know."

Mr. Clever let out his anger in a huff of air. "The victim was related to me and I found her. Happy?" he growled.

F seemed to hesitate at this. "I see," she said after a brief pause. "I assume that means you'll be wanting to investigate this case, then?"

Mr. Clever nodded. "If it's okay, then yes..." he told us.

"The more the merrier," X declared, cutting off the start of a retort from M's general direction.

M sighed. "Fine," he grumbled in agreement.

"Do you know what happened to the victim so she ended up like this?" N asked, carefully avoiding the word 'died' or anything involving that root word.

"I read earlier that the victim was hit in the head with a concrete slab. Is this true?" X questioned, turning to Mr. Clever, who was shifting uncomfortably.

"Y-yes..." Mr. Clever choked out. "But why exactly are you guys investigating this crime but only just showed up now?" I assumed that he was changing the subject so that he didn't have to think about his sister being dead... I, myself, was avoiding the subject of the Kuranin's victim who had been close to me... My father was... Was...

I couldn't bring myself to finish the thought, instead distracting myself with X's reply to the interrogative question Mr. Clever had asked. "We're investigating the Kuranin on a whole, actually," he explained.

"Really?" Mr. Clever questioned. "Those guys are annoying. I heard that they've killed seven or so people in the past week."

"The last time something like this happened..." X mumbled, looking away. I stared at him for a few seconds, hoping he'd give us even the slightest input as to what he was talking about. It didn't appear that anybody else had noticed, though, so I shrugged it off for the time being. There were larger matters to look in to, after all.

"Come to think of it," Mr. Clever continued, completely disregarding X's odd statement seconds earlier. "A while ago, there were all of the witnesses in here together. I think one of them is still here."

"I remember that!" Milan piped up. "It was really scary, being around a bunch of people I didn't know... Mario would have been able to help me if he were still here..."

"Where are they?" N asked, fiddling with his shirt sleeve nervously. I guess this was a sensitive subject more often than not among the members of our group...

"I think that she's outside being questioned by officers. I heard that this girl is really stubborn and hasn't told anybody about the crime at all," Mr. Clever frowned.

"Let's go see who this is, then," I suggested, to which all of the others agreed and followed me outside.

We found a girl sitting out there. She had sea green hair in the front, which was shaved on the left half and fell over her face on the right. The rest of her hair was baby blue and was pinned up in a messy bun by two wooden sticks with purple charms on the tip. The girl had a thin purple bandanna tied around her neck. Her shirt was sea green and had a... Low neck for lack of a better term. She also had short white shorts (like, really short) and tall blue socks with black boots. Certainly a unique choice of attire...

"Who are you?" F demanded, glaring the girl down like she had done to Mr. Clever minutes before.

The girl ignored her, instead looking down with her piercing purple eyes. F glared at her even more, though her angry stares still couldn't force any sort of words from the girl's tightly sealed lips. She was the stubborn type, that's for sure.

"What's your name?" X asked a little bit more gently.

The girl huffed and looked up angrily. "If you won't leave me alone, then fine. I'll tell you. Celosia Quell. What's your name, buddy, pal, friend, chum, mate, dude, and companion?"

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YES THE FINAL TWO PROTAGONISTS AND THEN SUGAR STARTS GOING DOWN

AND BY THAT I MEAN ____________________________

HWA

-Digital