Seven Days
3 Weeks ago
There he was, his big figure seated on the small, tight airplane seat you would've thought that maybe he would be uncomfortable or something but if you looked into his deep gray eyes concentrating on the gray clouds outside the window you would that he didn't care squat about the seat. In fact, he didn't care squat about anything in that tight plane.
He didn't care about the food, he didn't care about the tall, blonde girl that was sitting next to him and who was obviously hitting on him. He didn't even bother to sleep during the whole ten hours in the plane. To be honest only God knows what he was thinking of. Judging by the way his eyes were so concentrated there could've only been one thing on this prosecutor's mind.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in 30 minutes." He heard the flight attendant while she was speaking through the microphone which was amplified throughout the whole cabin.
With that announcement, the light showing a picture of a fastened seatbelt sign showed and everyone was beginning their preparations for landing. Their seatbelts were fastened, their chairs erect, their trays folded back and their things all collected.
Now his expression changed. There was anxiety in his eyes. He looked out the window once again to see a body of water, the ocean, he saw yachts, cruise ships, fishing boats and he finally saw it. The land he called home for the longest time. The plane was going down now.
He gripped even tighter unto his seatbelt, as the plane was descending into the spot it was given only a few thousand feet away.
With that, a strange feeling occurred to him, the exact same feeling that you get when you feel a roller coaster is about to drop.
The airplane zoomed to the ground. He heard the releasing of the wheels from underneath the plane and only a few moments later, the wheels hit the ground and the airplane stopped.
When the captain gave his final words he stood up, grabbed his bags and he was on is way out of the plane.
The giant dome shaped airport was filled all different people coming and leaving.
It was full of laughter, joy sadness and tears, the very predictable things to expect from an airport. He was done with the immigration process and heading towards the waiting area.
When he got there he saw an old, frail, skinny man in what looked like a bellboy's costume holding up a sign with the words 'Miles Edgeworth' on it. He let out one of those familiar, devious smiles and headed towards the man.
"Fabian." He said confidently.
"Hello sir Edgeworth, welcome back to Germany!"
"Thank you. So how have things been in the Von Karma household?"
"Oh nothing much has changed... however, there is something you might want to know sir Edgeworth." He said with a worrisome look.
"What is that Fabian?" said Miles, quite confused.
"Well... it's about madam Von Karma sir."
Fabian has worked in the Von Karma mansion for as long as Miles can remember. He knew everything about anything that happened there, and Miles' closes thing to a he could ever have after his father... well... and he knew very well about his feelings for a certain female growing up.
"What is this about Franziska?"
"Well you see..."
Their discussion was interrupted by the ringing of Fabian's cell phone. Fabian grabbed his phone from put of his pocket and pressed the small green button.
"Hello, master Von Karma?"
From what Miles heard it was the angry chatters of the famous Manfred Von Karma. (I mean, who other 'Master Von Karma' do you know?!)
"Yes sir, sir Edgeworth is – no sir he just – yes sir, were on our way.
"I'm sorry we cannot continue our conversation right now sir Edgeworth but we must be off to the car, master Von Karma is expecting you."
Miles couldn't fight with Manfred or toy with his patience in that matter so instead of fighting all he did was nod.
When they exited the airport a sprawling black limo was waiting for them. Nothing was ever too grand for a Von Karma or someone like them, namely, Miles.
Sitting in the big leather seat just made Miles think more. Aside from the fact that he was comfortable for the first time in ten hours and that his stomach was grumbling like hell, he had other things in his mind. Like his decision to return to Germany.
Miles needed a break from the United States, from prosecuting and he needed a break from Phoenix Wright. He was wondering if it was the right decision to return to the Von Karma household after his poor trial and unfortunately error on defeating such a rookie! He was ashamed of himself. Knowing the Von Karma code: PERFECTION! He as hesitant to go back since he was running away from his problems... No. He wasn't running away. He was just taking a break. And when he was ready to face Phoenix Wright once again, he will. But, there was another good reason for his return to Germany; to fulfill some unfinished business. :
He stared out the window as the limousine passed through houses, schools, people, taxis and all different kinds of things and then finally Fabian said:
"About madam Von Karma sir Edgeworth." Said Fabian hesitantly.
"Yes Fabian?"
"Well..."
Miles waited for his reply but instead, Fabian sighed and said; "Were here..."
Suddenly, men, younger men, (well, younger that Fabian atleast.) came rushing towards the limousine opening the trunk, grabbing Mile's bags, and of course, opening Miles' door.
"Come in sir Edgeworth, Master Von Karma is expecting you."
Miles nodded in thanks to the servant and headed up the cemented stairs and touched the newly polished door knob.
Before opening the door, he couldn't help but to look up and stare at the three story mansion. That tall brick mansion was where many of his memories were formed and this was where he experienced something that he never thought he would ever experience in his whole life: being a prosecutor. Something, he swore he would never do. But, being a prosecutor changed his life and his feelings for something and of course some one.
At first when he opened the door, he felt happy but then, he saw it...