A/N: Okay, this was kind of a oneshot. I don't even... It's slightly OOC but I don't mind it. Debating writing again, guess it depends on how well this goes xD
PS contains spoilers for Miles Edgeworth Ace Attorney Investigations
-Far From Perfect-
"I'm nowhere near perfect, Miles"
It's true, she was a prosecutor, the daughter of Manfred Von Karma - genius prosecutor- and imperfection wasn't an option, but her perfection was a simple, trivial matter to her. Her name was Franziska Von Karma, she was 20 years old. She sat on the chair in her office, wearing her usual black skirt, white poofy shouldered shirt, black vest with blue buttons and bow/cravat. "I don't see why you keep saying that I am." she said to her "little brother", Miles Edgeworth. Miles had moved in with and studied under Manfred Von Karma since he was 9. He was dubbed a demon prosecutor soon after his debut on September 15, 2011, when the lead prosecutor of the second K-G 8 incident, Byrne Faraday, and the defendant Mack Rell were murdered by the lawyer, Callisto Yew, who claimed to be the Great Thief Yatagarasu. Miles was 20 at the time of his debut, and was more currently 27. Currently being a few weeks after bringing down Ambassador Alba and Shih-Na, formally known as Callisto Yew, for a double murder, one of Ambassador Palaeno's secretariat, Manny, in the Republic of Babahl, and the other of the actor for Mask * DeMasque II in the Kingdom of Allebahst. Which, of course, Larry was framed for.
He sat on a chair that was in front of Franziska's desk, in his wine coloured suit, with a black vest, and white shirt, and of course, a cravat.
"I don't see why you won't accept being called Perfect, Franziska." Miles said "You're being rather difficult. Especially because Von Karma's are always perfect throughout!" this wasn't a typical argument for them, but for some reason it was brought up. Franziska and Miles, having grown up together, were used to bickering and squabbling, about everything, more than likely because they're Franziska-Dubbed Rival Prosecutors. So this argument was nothing out of the ordinary. Franziska had been stressed over a rather small case regarding the attempted murder of a local, Whinny Pegge, by a mysterious gunshot that had only blazed through her arm, not well aimed, if you will. Miles had tried to explain to her that she was going to be flawless, as usual. "Foolish Miles. I don't see how I'll be flawless in a case that could only be attempted suicide, as opposed to homicide. But I think I'm going to take a small break. Would you like to go out for dinner?" she inquired.
"Shouldn't the gentleman be asking the lady?" Miles replied with a smug smirk. "Regardless, sure, I'd love to." he said as he nodded and stood up, then started towards the door. "Shall we walk?" He asked of her, even though he'd wanted to walk anyway. "Yes, of course" she replied and together they started walking towards a nice restaurant. They had started on the conversation of perfection again, and stopped in a nice city park. "Miles Edgeworth, no not argue with me, fool, I am far from perfect." Franziska informed him"
He chuckled and smiled sweetly. "You silly girl... Do you not realize that no matter what you do, perfect or not so much, you'll always be perfect to me. Don't ever forget it..." Franziska stood there in awe of what he just said. "M-Miles... Thank you. I-I um...-"
Miles cut her off with a kiss on the lips, "I love you, Franziska"
"I love you too, Miles..." Those nine words were said and the two had a wonderful dinner, but the words lingered in their minds. "I love you..."