Title: Fright Flight
Summary: " …You know, for someone named after the Wright Brothers, you aren't very fond of flights."
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney belongs to Capcom
Pairing: MilesPhoenix [hints of romance – if you really squirm – but mostly neutral friendship]
Warnings: Fluff, OoC (I'm trying, really)
Fright Flight
" …You know, for someone named after the Wright Brothers, you aren't very fond of flights." Edgeworth winced as the hold on his arm increased in force.
" I-I'm f-fine!!" The voice was somewhat squeaky.
Edgeworth sighed. " Says the person who has a very tight grip on my arm." The maroon-clad prosecutor retorted.
" S-shut u-up!! I'm a-absolutely f-fine!!"
" Do I have you cross-examine you, Wright? Because surely by now you'll understand that stuttering is a clear sign of one being guilty."
" H-hush. We're on a p-plane."
Another sigh. " Wright. I do appreciate the… affection. But please, you're cutting off the blood circulation to my arm and hand. My hand feels cold." Edgeworth stated pointedly. The grip on his arm didn't weaken.
" Wright." Edgeworth repeated.
" Your hands always feel cold, Edgeworth." He pointed out.
" Fine. But please, could you at least loosen the hold?" Edgeworth asked.
" …F-fine."
" Thank you."
Phoenix sunk into his seat. Edgeworth looked at the attorney out of the corner of his eyes. Phoenix's face was deathly pale and he was trembling.
" It's strange. I don't recall you being that afraid of flights…" Edgeworth murmured.
" I'm fine with flights… Just, heights…" Phoenix replied. " And trust me, falling into a raging river doesn't help."
" As I recall, you fell into said river because you tried to cross said bridge which was burning." Edgeworth replied smoothly.
" …C-Can't you pity me for once?" Phoenix sighed.
" Ahh, giving up, are we?" Edgeworth smirked. Phoenix glared. Edgeworth let out a chuckle. " You're lucky I chartered a private plane. It would be rather embarrassing, I assume, for the people to know that Phoenix Wright is afraid of height."
" Edgeworth!!" Phoenix shouted, a dust of pink colouring his cheeks. He crossed his arms. " …I hate you so much right now."
Edgeworth merely chuckled in response, his smirk never leaving his face.
A/N: The inspiration for this fic is rather... random. I was flipping through my social studies workbook and saw something on the 'Wright Brothers', whom we know is famous for aeroplanes. Then I thought of 'Wright', linking to 'Phoenix', then how Phoenix was afraid of heights. And wow, second fic inspired by school in somehow or another. Thanks for reading~
P.S.: I'm rather happy how Edgeworth turned out. I'm quite confident that he's mostly in-character. Do comment on that. =D