"I tried to get in touch with him I don't know how many times

Reaching Out

By Yanahiru

"I tried to get in touch with him I don't know how many times..."

--6 years ago—

Phoenix Wright's Dorm

Phoenix looked through the paper one morning. His initial reason was to find the movies section to see what was playing. He and his girlfriend, Dahlia were going out today. But his eyes flitted over an interesting headline

"Dark Suspicions of a Demon Attorney."

Phoenix was always pretty interested in law. In fact, it was currently one of his minors. But he didn't expect to see the name that he did in that article. Not in million years.

Miles Edgeworth is a prosecuting genius. Starting his career at the incredibly young age of 20, his cases have always been clear, concise, and without fail he always gets his guilty verdict. But to what point? Many believe the prosecutor uses falsified evidence,manipulates testimonies, and covers up facts to get the verdict he wants. The man will do anything to get the defense guilty. However, while these suspicions may very well be true, there is no evidence to support the claim. But Mr. Edgeworth has not been accused in vain, with such a rumor going around an appropriate name has been born. 'Miles Edgeworth, Demon Prosecutor'.

Phoenix didn't read past that. He couldn't believe it. Not even for a second. Miles Edgeworth? A Prosecutor? Falsified evidence? None of this added up! He quickly got up and picked up his phone book. He found the number of the prosecutor's office and dialed.

"Hello. High Prosecutor Edgeworth's office, how may I help you today?"

"C-can I speak to Mr. Edgeworth please?"

"May I ask what this is for?"

"I'm an old friend of his."

The secretary stayed silent for a while, confused at the words 'friend' and 'Edgeworth' in the same sentence.

"Name, please?"

"Phoenix Wright."

"Hold please."

There was a long pause. Then the secretary was back.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wright. Mr. Edgeworth is uhh… out right now."

The secretary was a horrible liar.

"Oh. Right. Thank you, I'll try some other time."

"Have a nice day."

Phoenix hung up the phone and sighed. Edgeworth obviously wasn't out; he simply didn't want to talk to him. Something was wrong. Phoenix let out another sigh, then he somewhat heard the sound of someone coming in the apartment.

"Feenie? Are you home?"

A sweet voice like a bell called out.

"I'm on the couch Dollie."

Phoenix replied with a small smile. 'Dollie', otherwise known as Dahlia, came out of the small entrance and walked over to Phoenix with that cute small, smile she always adorned. In her slender arms she carried a gift box. Dahlia looked at the phone in Phoenix's hand.

"Oh, who were you to calling?"

Dahlia sat next to Phoenix on the couch, cuddling next to him.

"Just trying get in touch with… an old friend."

"That's nice. Did you?"

"No. He was out."

"Aw, that's too bad. I'm sorry."

"It's no problem..."

Phoenix kissed Dahlia's cheek and tapped on the box in her hands.

"What's that?"

"A gift I made… for you."

Dahlia blushed and looked away, handing him the box.

"Me? Aw, Dollie…"

Phoenix kissed her again and looked at her with eyes that said, 'Can I open it?' Dahlia nodded happily. When Phoenix opened the box, there was a pink sweatshirt with a 'P' and an adorable heart in the middle. Phoenix smiled goofily like the love-sick puppy he was.

"You made this for me? It's really well made!'

"…Anything for my Feenie."

"Thank you so much Dollie."

"Can I have something in return, please?"

"Sure, what do you want Dollie?"

Dahlia pointed to the pendant Phoenix never took off. The pendant she gave him when they met.

"Please… give that back."

Phoenix laughed.

"Aw, Dollie! Is it really that bad when I brag about it? You don't have to get so embarrassed!"

Phoenix chuckled and hugged Dahlia, taking her request as a joke.

About a week later, Phoenix tried to get in contact with Edgeworth again. He recognized the voice of the person who answered as the secretary.

"Hello, High Prosecutor Edgeworth's office. How can I assist you?"

"May I speak with Mr. Edgeworth please?"

"…Mr. Wright, was it?"

The secretary had remembered him. He was certainly one of the most interesting called of last week.

"Yes."

The secretary gave an unsure hum.

"…Hold please, Mr. Wright."

Phoenix waited, and shortly the secretary was back.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wright. Mr. Edgeworth just went out."

"Okay. I'll try again later."

"I'm not sure you understand Mr. Wright. Mr. Edgeworth might… not be here anytime that you call."

"I do understand. I'll try again later. Have a nice day."

And with that, Phoenix hung up.

Weeks went by like that. Every week at least once a week for months Phoenix called Edgeworth's office, hoping that he would give in and talk to him.

Then suddenly, Phoenix's life took another unexpected spin.

He was a suspect of a murder, and his own girlfriend was testifying against him.

Phoenix found out so much from that case. His lover, the girl he thought he knew, was a murderer, and she tried to frame him for it. She tried to kill him. It was all too much for him to believe.

He had Mia Fey to thank, in so many more ways than one. She cleared his name, showed him his girlfriend's true nature, saved his life, and… refreshed him on a certain memory.

"You didn't steal my money, did you?"

"N-no!"

"Then you shouldn't have to apologize!"

Phoenix got home that day after court and he immediately called the number to Edgeworth's office.

"Hello, Prosecutor Edgeworth's office, how may I help you?"

"Hello."

"Mr. Wright. I'm sorry but I'm no longer allowed to—"

"Can you leave a message for Mr. Edgeworth?"

"…If I do that for you, Mr. Edgeworth might dock my pay."

"I know."

"I could get fired!!"

"…What's the message?"

Phoenix smiled.

"Thank you. Tell Edgeworth, that this is the last time I'll be calling him, but that I'll see him soon."

"Okay, Mr. Wright. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Phoenix hung up and nodded to himself. He was determined. He knew what he was going to do now. He would study law and become a great defense attorney so that he and Edgeworth would inevitably see each other. In court. He knew something happened to Edgeworth. He wanted—no. He needed to know what it was. He needed to see Edgeworth. And he was already well on his way to doing so.

--The End--