Standing at the entrance to Ivy University, Nick stared up at the tall main building in challenge.
Today would start the next four years of undergraduate study to become a lawyer (and an art student). Nick was excited. He was ready and willing for the next several years of study.
I’ll make sure to save him, Nick thought, clenching his hands.
“Oh.” Reaching into his pocket, Nick pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out and looked at the dorm room number. “Room 316, huh….?”
“What are you just standing around for, Nick?” a voice asked as a head popped up from the depths of Nick’s backpack.
Nick glanced over his shoulder at the toy-sized red bird staring at him, wings holding onto the edge of the backpack. “Hey, Apollo. I was just checking my room number.”
Apollo tilted his head. “Well, yeah, but it’s about to rain.”
Together, the two stared up at the gathering storm clouds beginning to form.
“Oh. You’re always on top of the weather, aren’t you, Apollo?”
“I hate rain.”
“Niiickkyy!”
Apollo squawked, ducking back into the backpack.
Nick glanced behind him to see a boy with spiky dirty blond hair running up to him. “Oh. Hey, Larry.”
Larry Butz was an old friend of Nick’s. They had been friends since grade school.
“Are you going to Ivy U as well, Larry?” Nick asked as Larry stopped in front of him.
“No! Yes! Not the time, Nick!” Larry grabbed Nick’s shoulders and began to shake him. “Is it true we get to room with other…dudes?!”
“Huh?” Nick made a face at Larry’s statement. “Who did you think we would room with?”
“Hot chicks, dude! Not other dudes!”
I think you’re confusing dorm rooms with something else, Larry…
“What room are you in, Nicky boy?!”“
Room 316?”
Larry grinned, giving a thumbs up. “I’m in 320! We’ll be so close to each other!”
“Joy.”
Larry slapped Nick on the back, causing Apollo to squawk when he was squished.
“Huh?” Larry stared at the backpack curiously.
“U-uh! That was….me! Your hits are getting harder!”
Larry narrowed is eyes, rubbing the patch of hair on his chin before he gasped. “Oh, you still have it!”
Nick blinked before he looked at the backpack, spotting the beat-up keychain hanging from the zipper. “Oh. Oh! Yeah, of course.”
The keychain was from an old show that had ended a while ago.
Signal Samurai.
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Rising Phoenix
FanfictionNick Wright was a first year double major art and law student at Ivy University. His best friends since grade school, Miles Edgeworth, another law student, and Larry Butz, a general studies student, are with him. What no one knows is that Nick is ac...
