Hey gang. Well, I've finally gone into the PW genre. This is my very first Phoenix Wright fic. And also my very first shonen-ai fic. And Also my very first song fic. Da-yum, I'm certainly making headway today.
I don't quite know at what point during the games this takes place. You decide! Ba ha ha ha…. All I know is that Maya isn't there. Cuz she's annoying. :
Also, in the song, I cut out a few lines. The ending was originally a duet with the chick (Lady Amalthea, this is from The Last Unicorn) but the woman's part, of course, didn't apply to this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated to Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, nor do I own the song "That's all I've got to say"
That's All I've Got to Say
I sigh, weary, as I step into my office and collapse in a chair. It'd been a long, hard day. Once again, the trial I had been working on was carried on and on and on… It can really take a lot out of a guy. It didn't help that Edgeworth wouldn't let up on the verbal abuse.
Miles Edgeworth…
As soon as my thoughts drift to him, I remember what I should be doing. I quickly sit up and rummage through my desk for the papers I'd been using. I find the folder and gently lay it on my desk and open it. Grabbing a pencil, I begin to write furiously, only to throw it away after a couple sentences.
I've had time to write a book
About the way you act and look
It was always like this. I begin to write, but it never seems good enough. I've never gotten more than a few words or sentences down.
But I haven't got a paragraph.
Words are always getting in my way.
I wanted to express how I felt in some kind of special way, but it was just so difficult. I was never a good writer. I glanced over at the phone and bit my lip. I could always just call him..
Anyway I love you.
That's all I have to tell you,
I shake the thought from my head. Telling him how I feel over the phone? It just seems so.. Pathetic. And lazy. He'd probably expect it from me, too. I need to do something really nice, to surprise him and make him think higher of me.
That's all I've got to say.
Another reason I was so exhausted was because I completely embarrassed myself in front of Miles. I had written a nice little monologue to say to him, and I had finally gotten a moment alone with him after court.
And now, I'd like to make a speech
About the love that touches each,
But stumbling, I would make you laugh
Of course, I messed up. I forgot the order of my lines, I started stuttering and fumbling with my words… Not only did I not manage to convey my feelings, as it ended up being a big mouth fart, but Edgeworth had another reason to think I was an idiot. Frankly, he laughed and me, said something sarcastic about how articulate I am, and left.
I feel as though my tongue were made of clay.
Anyway, I love you.
The cell phone in my pocket vibrates. I have a new text message. It was probably Maya reminding me that she was coming to visit in two weeks. My mind goes back to the phone-confession option. But no, that's just not… romantic enough.
That's all I have to tell you.
I sigh and look over my other attempts at writing my thoughts. Poems, short stories, even songs. I knew a tiny bit about music, but not much. Mostly just enough to plunk out 'Mary had a Little Lamb' on a piano.
I'm not a man of poetry.
Music isn't one with me.
It runs from me.
It runs from me.
There had also been sheet music. I was better at actually writing notes than playing them, but.. One day, I went to pull them out, and I couldn't find them in my folder.
And I tried to write a symphony
But I lost the melody
It would have been a really nice piece of music, but it was difficult for me to even think it up. Like I said, I'm not very good at music.
Alas I only finished half
And finish I suppose I never may
I didn't panic too much, though. I never would have finished it… it was too hard to come up with the notes. And besides, it probably would have sounded like crap when actually played.
Anyway, I love you
Glancing back down to the phone in my hand, my brain told me again to just call him.
That's all I have to tell you
I don't really have to confess over the phone. I could call him and ask him to meet me somewhere. Maybe at a restraint or a park, or even his doorstep..
That's all I've got to say
And then I could confess right there. Just come out and tell him how I feel.
That's all I've got to say
Maybe it really is that easy. Just a simple 'Miles Edgeworth, I love you.' Now that I think about it, I laugh at myself for being so stupid about it all. It was just so easy.
I dial Miles' cell phone number, a place to meet already in my mind. It's not too late, just about time for dinner, so maybe I could turn it into a date, if I'm lucky... As I hear the phone ring on the other end, I smile to myself.
That's all I've got to say