Double Team! Phoenix vs. Charley and Law Books!
(Phoenix Wright)
Disclaimer: Don't own Phoenix Wright.
Note: Another sort of crack-fic written for a friend. Those are the most fun to write.
Even after taking them out for the third time that month and vowing to read them, the contents of those menacing law books remained a mystery to him. They remained unopened on the reception desk, while Phoenix made himself busy with other things around the office in order to avoid actually reading them. After a week of collecting dust on the desk, he finally picked up the pile to return them to the bookshelf from whence they came.
Carrying a pile of books would usually be an easy task, but carrying a pile of law books was an entirely different story. His arms trembled slightly under the weight of the books, but he was convinced that he could carry them on his own.
"… Do you need any help, Phoenix?" came Mia's voice from where she sat on the sofa, across from the reception desk. There was a folder of case files set across her lap, and she had looked up from studying them once she heard the books slam against the doorframe as Phoenix tried to maneuver his way through it.
"N-no! I'm fine!" he called over his shoulder as he awkwardly made his way through the door and to her desk. Upon reaching her desk, he set the books down on it with an audible 'bam!' and quickly added, "I'm okay!" as an afterthought. To save time, he thought he could take the set of books and push them into their place on the bookshelf all at once.
He picked up the pile again, resting it on his knee for a moment to get a better grip. Lifting the books to the shelf, he stumbled a bit before one accidentally slipped from the top of the pile, landing on his foot. He hopped backwards, and his backside connected with something solid. Turning around, he saw Charley leaning dangerously to one side as if it was about to fall over.
"Ahh!" he cried, and reached out for the plant to stop it from tipping over. He had apparently forgotten about the books, which balanced dangerously in his other hand as he groped for the falling plant. He stood there in one final peaceful moment, grasping Charley's leaves in one hand, the books teetering in the other, before his plan crumbled in a very noisy and mildly painful way.
Rubbing his head, he looked up from his hand which still held the plant's leaves to see Mia leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed and an amused smirk on her face.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" she asked again. Suppressing a laugh, she crossed the room to help pick up the books.