Tell me how you like this. I've already finished the whole story... I think the ending is pretty good, but I won't torture you all by updating this if you hate it, haha.
Told from Edgey's POV.
BY THE WAY: I know that this story doesn't really fit in with the real Phoenix Wright storyline... I hope that's okay. I tried not to make it too confusing.
Big, fat raindrops pelted against the window. Someone once said that the sound of rain is soothing-- that it makes one fall asleep. I, personally, find it to be distracting. It was three o'clock in the morning... one of those nights where, as tired as a person is, they just can't seem to fall asleep because of something on their mind.
That night, something was definitely on my mind. I had seen something earlier that evening that was quite distressing.
I was sitting next to the window at the restaurant near my apartment, enjoying a cup of strong tea. Savoring its flavor, I glanced out the window... and saw two very familiar-looking people, and almost choked mid-swallow.
The man that caught my attention had black, spiked hair and was wearing a royal blue dress shirt with black pants. If I hadn't known better, I would've said it was Phoenix Wright... but, the man's face was too mature to be his. Wright always had this baby-deer-in-headlights look going on, and this man seemed calm and intelligent. Still, the more I looked at the man, the more he looked like Wright.
The man was walking with a beautiful young woman-- with flowing black hair, sparkling eyes and a deep purple dress hanging on her thin body. She resembled Wright's assistant, Maya Fey, so closely... except for the fact that she wasn't bouncing off the walls, and she was a little more normal-looking.
As the couple walked by the window, the woman paused to stare in my direction-- and gave me an unusual look, as if she knew who I was.
Protecting myself from being caught staring at them, I made sure to cover my face with the Business section of the newspaper. As soon as they passed, I lowered the paper to continue my... "investigation" of their identities.
The two were holding hands, and standing awfully close to each other. They had stopped at the corner of the street and were waiting for the crosswalk to say, "Walk!" and flash its pedestrian light. I could get a clear view of the Wright-guy's face... it had to be him, I was positive. The man said something to the woman, and she apparently thought it was funny. She laughed while he scratched the back of his head and smiled shyly-- one of Wright's signature moves. Immediately, I began planning to move to a new city so I'd never have to see them again. But then I saw something that changed my mind--
The man leaned over and murmured a few words in the woman's ear. She smiled, and the next thing I knew, their lips locked for quite some time. The woman's arms wrapped around the man's shoulders, and he held her face so gently, so sweetly-- it was sickening. He would occasionally break away to giggle or whisper something. I noticed that the woman was wearing something that looked like an engagement ring on her left hand...
I came to the conclusion that the couple was NOT, after all, Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey.
... I mean, it couldn't be. I always thought Ms. Fey had a thing for Wright, but I wasn't sure if Wright was capable of expressing his feelings for someone like the man on the street did. He was always kind of a chicken-- public displays of affection never really seemed like his thing.
Even if it was Wright, why was he walking the streets near my house? I made sure to move as far away from him as possible.
But, still...
By the time I stopped staring out the window, my tea had gone cold.
BOOM!
A deafening clap of thunder brought me back to reality. My bedroom was eerily lit by the full moon. I tried to forget everything I had seen earlier. I refused to believe that I had actually seen Phoenix Wright. More importantly, I refused to believe that I had actually seen Phoenix Wright engaging in a PDA-fest with his assistant Maya Fey.
I thought I had escaped him. I never wanted to see him again. I never wanted to see any of them again. I had given up on prosecuting four years ago, and I had no intention of ever going back to it.
I pulled the comforter up to my ears, but I was still freezing. It was four o'clock in the morning at that point, and I had pretty much given up on sleeping. I crawled out of bed and tried to find my way to the bathroom.
Upon entering the bathroom, and glancing into the mirror, I realized something-- in the last four years, I had aged so much. The dark circles that surrounded my eyes were permanent. A few gray hairs were distributed evenly throughout my brown hair. I looked worn out, and I wasn't even 35 yet.
Yet another reason to avoid seeing Phoenix Wright ever again. It'd be humiliating if he saw me looking so old. That man on the street didn't look old at all-- yes, he looked mature, but his eyes still had the look of an eager twentysomething.
I turned on the sink and took out my toothbrush. There was nothing better to do, and I had to keep my mind off Wright somehow.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand...
I began counting to sixty in my head, brushing every tooth until it was clean.
Twelve one-thousand, thirteen one-thousand, four--
RING! RING!
It was my phone. Who in God's name was calling at 4 in the morning!? I spit out the toothpaste as quickly as I could. I stumbled across my room, and clumsily grabbed my cell phone--
I was too late. The person had already left a message. The call was from an unfamiliar number. I quickly typed in my four-digit password to hear what this person had to say.
"Hello," a female voice stated professionally. "Is this Miles Edgeworth? I apologize for bothering you at such an hour, but it's eleven in the morning in Germany, and I don't have time to wait until a more convenient hour to call. My plane leaves in half an hour. I would like you to meet me outside your apartment, tonight at seven o'clock. We really do need to catch up on... a few things. Don't be late." The woman paused before adding one final note; "This is a direct order from me, Franziska Von Karma."
What the--?!
I thought I had cut off all contact from her. From all of them. First seeing Phoenix and Maya, now a phone call from Franziska... something unusual was going on-- something that I did NOT want to get myself sucked into...
Was I really going to meet the woman I swore never to see again?
The next three hours are a blur. I believe I might've passed out from exhaustion.