At the risk of possibly, absolutely butchering the poor characters of Edgeworth and Franziska, I decided to do a fanfic with them. You never know until you try, though. There are always suggestions, but please be nice about them, thank you : )

"You are a foolishly pitiful fool, foolish little brother…"

In his sleep, Miles Edgeworth pulled the covers over him and made a face. He tried to hide from the scolding voice that rang in his ears. It seemed nothing he did would make that voice go away. After a few more insults from the voice, he suddenly awoke with a start and nearly fell out of bed. For a brief moment, he thought the ground had started to shake. When he realized that everything was still, he pulled the covers back over his head and tried to go to sleep again.

One hour passed by, then two…then three…

"Can't she leave me be at least in my dreams?" he exclaimed with annoyance as he woke up. Miles then stood and walked toward the bathroom to wash his face. Sleep seemed impossible at this moment so he had given up on it. When he went back into his bedroom, he took a look at the clock that read, in bright red numbers, four in the morning. He then sat on the edge of his bed and rested his face on his hands.

Let's see, it's been…at least two weeks since she had gone back to Germany, he thought. Her voice still repeats the same condescending jabs.

The phone rang suddenly and he flinched. After realizing it was just the phone, the prosecutor reached for it and pressed the ignore button. After a few moments of silence, it rang again and he scowled. He grabbed the phone, pressed the answer button, and took a deep sigh, readying himself.

"What?"

"How dare you ignore my call, brother!"

The sting of her voice was worse than her whip. "What?" he repeated.

Her voice seemed a little calmer in the next sentence. "I'm…" She cut her sentence short as if she was embarrassed to say what was on her mind.

"What is it, Franziska?"

He suddenly heard her sob softly. "My car has broken and it is cold and I'm not wearing suitable clothes for this weather. I have seemed to have misplaced my purse…" Her voice sounded panicky.

She had a purse? He smirked slightly. "Where are you?"

"I'm outside the house. My car is three miles down the road."

"I'll be there in a short moment."

Miles stood and walked down the hallways to the front door. It opened with a creak and he saw Franziska standing out in the cold…in torn clothes. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to her.

What happened, he thought to himself. He noticed her face that seemed to announce she was at a breaking point so he didn't say anything. He didn't even try to touch her. He didn't even ask why she was here when she should be in Germany.

"Come inside," he said.

She just managed a nod and followed him inside the mansion.

Miles showed her to her old room where, as soon as he stepped outside, she shut it quickly. He heard the lock click and heard her sobs. His face twisted in pain at hearing her cries. Something horrible had happened and it had utterly torn her to bits. He wanted to silence her cries.

Despite not being able to sleep that night, he went to bed and listened to Fransiska's sobbing for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, she had not come out of her room. Miles sat there at the dining table, meal in front of him. He couldn't find the will to eat, though.

Suddenly, footsteps descended down the steps and Franziska walked in the dining room. She sat down across from him in silence. He watched her eat and thought of something to say but couldn't find the words. He noticed a single tear drop from her eye. Her sobbing had not ceased.

"Franziska," he managed to say though a bit awkwardly.

She looked up at him with a fork in her hand, a poor piece of steak being skewered by said fork. She didn't say anything but stared.

"You can stay here," he said, looking away, "if you wish."

Franziska didn't reply but continued eating and staring. It wasn't like her usual glare. It seemed as if she was staring at something passed Miles. He noticed a few more tears and could almost feel the pain raging inside her. She suddenly threw her fork down and walked (more like jogged) out the door. These next few days were not going to be easy for the two of them.

Miles didn't know why he hadn't noticed but Franziska wouldn't be upset over a car breaking down: she would be angry and yelling into the phone instead of breaking into tears. He didn't want to think about the purse dilemma as he still couldn't picture her holding a purse in hand. He put his hands together, thought for a moment, then stood to find the damaged girl. He discovered the door to her room was locked and the sobs inside told him that she was in there. He left her alone.

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"I am Franziska von Karma," she said between sobs.

The last time he had seen her cry was when she was about to leave. He found it cute and secretly remembered it whenever she would rant about something, drowning out her voice. Miles just couldn't seem to forgot that, especially now. Her cries now weren't anything like her crying back then.

"Brother?"

He heard her voice at the door and pulled the covers over himself. He wasn't dressed improperly but he would rather her not see him in his Steel Samurai pajamas. That was definitely a conversation he wanted to avoid at all costs.

"What?"

"May I come in?" Instead of waiting on his answer, she opened the door and walked in. He averted his gaze.

"Franziska, why are you dressed like that?" he asked her. Her outfit was entirely…missing. She stood there, dressed in only moonlight. He heard her footsteps come closer to the bed and stop. He then glanced up at her, avoiding all her features and focused on her face.

"Miles…" Her eyes were red from crying. She reached out to him and he quickly pulled back, falling to the floor in the process.

He stood with a stern look on his face with his eyes closed. "Franziska, please go back to bed. And put on some clothes, for goodness sake." He then heard the sobs and tried to sound comforting. "Um….please stop crying."

That didn't work at all. Her sobs grew louder and she buried her face into her hands. She turned from him and almost started out the door. He then stopped her by reaching for her, ignoring the fact that she was still naked.

"I'm…sorry, Franziska," he managed to say. "What happened that night?" He knew that probably wouldn't make things better, but it was worth a try. "It seems that your car wasn't the only thing that broke down that night."

Franziska just looked at him with anger in her eyes. "How could you possibly understand what happened to me…you will never know the pain I went through that night!" She gritted her teeth in fury. "It was utterly horrible!" Her voice began to grow panicky and her breathing hastened. "They were so horrible. They wouldn't leave me alone!" She fell to her knees and again started sobbing. "Please, stop!"

Miles quickly placed both hands on either of her shoulders. "Franziska, it's over now." He then moved his hands to her face. "They're not here anymore."

She looked up at him again. "They knew who I was. How can they do that to someone like me?" She placed her hands on his and looked longingly at him. "Miles…make love to me."

The sudden order caught him off guard. '''Wha-What?"

"Sleep with me. I'll let you."

"N-no! Please go to your room!" He turned away but she began to pull at his clothes.

"Miles…" she started sobbing again, "please…"

He froze. He wanted to make her tears go away but not like that. Actually, he secretly did, but she was vulnerable at this moment. That wouldn't be right to take something like that from her. She continued to tug at his pajama leg but he still refused to turn around.

"How dare you refuse me, you foolish fool!" she screamed at him. The anger in her voice was combined with sadness. She then stormed out the door and slammed it so hard, he heard the doorknob crack. Miles wondered if he just made things much worse.

Hm…well, it was better than I expected but I don't know for certain. I will definitely write at least a Chapter 2 and it will be up here most likely sometime either this weekend or next week...or whenever I manage to get an idea on how the next chapter will go, heh *big sigh* Be nice if you decide to review, please and thank you.

Other note, I doubt there will be a lemon…but I just wanted to be safe with the rating.