Edgeworth the Kitten
ShadowLexis: HA! We are here to reek havoc! And we have been struck with inspiration. Introducing my co-writer, LAUNA!
Launa: That's right, from one of the drawing over on ShadowLexis' DA account, we've added our favourite, yet pain in the ass shaman, Ula Leigh.
Ula: Yeah…thanks...uh…I think.
ShadowLexis: Yep, our shaman for hire and knife-wielding psychopath will be popping up to…erm…errrrrr
Ula: Plot Development
Launa: What?
Ula: I'm giving you plot development.Pulls knife out and chews on tip Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you Launa…
ShadowLexis: On a lighter note, time for a disclaimer. banner rises We don't own the characters involved in the following story apart from Ula Leigh, as demented knife-wielding weirdoes are our speciality.
Launa: Uh-huh. Time to start as we have totally dragged this opening part.
Ula: Agreed.
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Another court case for Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth. A woman was accused of murdering her life partner and a witness's testimony that was extremely confusing. Yes, just another standard case for both men.
The trail had been rather fast, and this witness was a key to a win for Miles Edgeworth. She was brilliant at twisting words that were shouted at her by Phoenix, all the more to make him angry and stressed. One key fact lead to a guilty verdict and another stressful case was laid to rest.
After the agonizing trial, Phoenix stood in the defendant lobby and sighed. Why did it seem that the world was always against him in the world of law? And why was Miles always gaining the upper hand with minutes. Phoenix ran a hand through in spiky brown hair and stood there, lost in thought of the unknown.
The witness, a young 19 year old shaman Ula Leigh, appeared behind Phoenix and gave him a pat on the back.
"ARGH! What's that for?" Phoenix yelled, with fear in his voice.
"Sorry, I thought I could try to cheer you up, looks like it didn't work. You remind me of the kids that used to play by the swings when I was younger, and I used to set an air horn off behind them, and they'd scream. Ha-ha!" Ula laughed, her short black hair shaking to make it more of a mess and her bright purple eyes lit up with delight.
"Phoenix is like a girl when it comes to simple pranks like that, a wise suggestion would be not to it anymore." A voice came from behind the two people.
Oh boy, here we go with the smug remarks…Phoenix didn't like the man's cocky attitude towards him.
"Oh! I'll take that into account next time Mr Edgeworth. But don't tell me trivial thing like that again okay?"
"Fine, has Wright calmed down from his little childish panic attack?" Edgeworth simple stood behind Ula and with his cold icy glare, piercing Phoenix' soul. (Author's note: Jeez, I would be scared if that was a true fact!)
"Yeah, I'm fine. But I would be a bit better if you stopped with all the smug remarks," Phoenix said, scratching the back of his head, his hand running through his spikes. Edgeworth smirked and was about to say something extremely cocky (author's note: Knowing him, it HAS to be cocky.), when he was stopped, by a searing pain in his head. It was worse than a simple headache, more like a migraine.
"OW! This stupid fucking migraine is really killing me," Edgeworth yelled, his oh so important paper work dropping to the floor as his hands gripped the sides of his head.
Phoenix immediately put his hands over Edgeworth in a bid to help his old friend. His thanks was Edgeworth hitting his hands away, and hearing him groan in distort pain.
"Mr. Edgeworth, I didn't know you suffered from such bad headaches, I believe I may have a remedy to aid you through the pain…here, drink this!" Ula Leigh said, pulling out a clear glass containing a green liquid that fizzed as she passed it to the distraught man.
Edgeworth chugged the liquid is seconds. (Author's note: I wonder if he's like that with beer…sees guns ok, ok, I'll stop now) He passed the bottle back to Leigh. And she took it, without saying a word. Phoenix, however couldn't think of anything to say, and stood there with a dumbstruck look on his face.
"What are you staring at Wright?" Edgeworth asked, his breathing quick after taking that liquid.
"It's nothing, seriously! I'm just…erm…errrrrr…" Phoenix' voice trailed off in thought. When a word came to his mind, he was about to say it, and then it would just disappear, like fine sand blown by the mind.
Edgeworth wasn't in the mood to say anything else to Phoenix and Ula Leigh, so left the courthouse and drove off in his red sports car. (Author's note: I'm sure I am not the only one who wonders what make of car Edgey has. Is it an Audi? Porsche? Ferrari? I wonder…)
Later that night, Edgeworth was going over some case files for another case. It was better to get started on these cases and get a head's start before anyone else. That way, he would be prepared for anything and would get his guilty verdict. Edgeworth flicked through the pages, only to get a paper cut. He groaned a bit, and then put the injured finger into his mouth. (Author's note: You know, he does what nearly everyone does when they get a paper cut).
It was close to midnight. Edgeworth's injured finger now had a slight scar and he had finished going over the file. He closed the file and was about to get up from his couch, (he had being laying on it and the couch now bear a dent where Edgeworth spent nearly the entire night) when a sudden wave of nausea hit him. It was strange since he had been fine all day. Maybe it was something in that weird liquid. Or was it something he had for lunch. But, he'd only eaten breakfast and skipped lunch and dinner (Author's note: Don't worry, he's not anorexic). This unusual nausea was making him feel very light headed.
All went dark before his eyes, and he passed out. Laying lifeless on his desk and breathing heavily.
The door in Edgeworth's office slowly creaked open and a familiar defense attorney entered the room. Silence greeted Phoenix and he slowly made his way across the dank, dark office, the only light shining was from a light on Edgeworth's desk.
"Edgeworth? Hey Edgeworth? Are you okay?" Phoenix asked. Silence was his reply and so he moved closer to the desk where Edgeworth passed out earlier.
Silence…nothing more.
Phoenix was right next to the desk, and no one was on it, or on the chair. What was on the chair, was a pile on pink (Phoenix always called pink, but Miles always yelled it was magenta) clothes, along with a black vest, white shirt and a cravat. Phoenix stood there, speechless.
A quite mew snapped Phoenix out of his train of deep thought. Phoenix looked down, and at a corner of a desk, was a small black kitten. It was small and frail. Phoenix thought it looked scared.
What the fuck is that no good defense attorney doing here? If he finds out who I really am, he's bound to make fun of me and have a right laugh. It will be the end of me. Edgeworth thought as he looked up at Phoenix, now towering before him. Yes, Miles Edgeworth, the infamous demon attorney, had been turned into a small, frail kitten. (Author's note: I wanted to add adorable, but certain people said no)
" Hey lil guy, what are you doing here? Since when did Miles have a cat?" Phoenix asked. He stroked Miles and Miles started rubbing against his hand, purring.
Damn these cat instincts. But it feels quite nice Edgeworth thought.
Phoenix picked up the small animal and took him away.
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ShadowLexis: OOooooooooo
Launa: I know, what will happen to this adorable cat, and will Phoenix find out, and will…
ShadowLexis: KNOCK IT OFF, your giving away the plot.
Launa: Ooops.
ShadowLexis: Stay tuned to find out what happens, we'll see you soon.