Hello everyone and welcome to a new fanfiction!
I played through the Ace Attorney Triology and just couldn't NOT write this. You understand how I feel, wright?
This game has taken over my heart and especially during that last episode of the third game I kept rolling on the floor fangirl squealing.
But still, this episode had many many wholes don't you think? For example the conversation between Edgeworth and Phoenix in the hospital! It's time someone came and filled those wholes with some sweet (b)romance, and here I am!
So please enjoy! (Ace Attorney and all its characters belong to Capcom, of course)
The birth of defense attorney Edgeworth!
I can't believe that I'm doing this. I really can't. When in my life has come that point, where I would drop anything and fly around half the world if necessary after hearing this one name?
A voice I absolutely can't stand calls me in the middle of the night, shouts that name at me and combines it with the words 'might die' and I just jump up and come running as fast as I can.
Who would do something as stupid as that?
I call this guy my friend, but isn't he actually my enemy? I, a prosecutor, and he, a defense attorney ... just how many times did we face each other in court and had fights, wars almost, to the blood?
Yes, he's my enemy! So why am I chartering a private jet, flying hundreds and thousands of miles, just to make sure that he's alive?
Why do I feel so extremely anxious and unsettled ever since this call and why is my heart overturning as I'm standing in the hospital, in front of his door, not knowing what I'll see when I open it?
I take a deep breath. And then I take another one. And maybe just another little …? What am I doing?! I force myself to open the door and before I know it, my feet have already carried me to his bed, to look at that pathetic picture of misery that dares to call himself my archnemesis.
Finally I dare to breathe out. There he lies, bruised, unconscious, but alive. My knees give in and I let myself fall on the chair standing next to the bed. Phoenix Wright, just what has happened to you? Just how did it come to this?
I fight the urge to jump up again and leave after I made sure his heart is still beating, just as much as I fight the urge to take his hand. I just sit there and stare at his sleeping face. This might be the first time I've ever seen it. Of course, it is.
Butz said he wanted me to come and see him actually, but I just couldn't go anywhere until I haven't seen Wright. And now, what am I doing here? Wright isn't even conscious.
Just as I'm thinking it, I see his eyes flattering slightly and a deep, pained groan escapes from his lips.
"Water...", he mumbles with a sore throat.
Immediately I jump up, wondering whether I should call a nurse, but then I decide that I should be able to deal with something that simple on my own. I look around and quickly find a cup standing next to the bed and fill it with water.
Carefully I help Wright sitting up and put the cup to his lips. He slowly gulps the fluid down, having a pained expression while he does so. He feels incredibly hot, he must have a high fever.
No miracle here, since he seemed to have fallen into a freezing cold river. The miracle is, that he survived that fall from 40 feet height.
After a few gulps Wright seems to become calmer and he drinks even slower. Finally he looks at me. Our eyes lock and for a few seconds we just stare at each other.
Suddenly his eyes gape and he spits the water he just wanted to swallow right into my face.
"Edgeworth?!", he screams in shock.
I draw back and sigh disgusted, trying to get my face dry again. Wright blinks a couple of times and lets himself sink back into his pillow.
"I must be still dreaming...", Wright mumbles as his eyes fall shut again.
"Hey!", I run back to him and shake him a little, "you're not dreaming! Don't fall asleep again!"
There are so many questions I have to ask him and who knows when he'll wake up after he falls asleep now. I have no time for this!
"Really...? You're really here?", Wright tries hard to keep his eyes open, even though it doesn't seem easy for him.
"Yes, really!", I answer him.
"Why?", he asks me the very same question I have been asking myself for several hours now. And I still haven't found an answer.
"Well... Larry called me and told me you had this accident and I... I thought...", I mumble. I really don't know what to say. No matter what, it would sound stupid and give him weird ideas.
"You came... for me?", Wright asks disbelieving.
Exactly that kind of weird ideas. I gulp and feel my face heating up, but I'm definitely not blushing!
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Wright!", I hiss at him, "I came here, because... reasons..."
Is that a faint smile drifting over his face? I surely hope not. For him, that is.
"I heard you ran across a burning suspension bridge? Who would do something like that? Ridiculous! You deserve lying here! You sure are lucky that you got away with some bruises and a cold!", I snort. Sometimes I don't even know why I'm so aggressive. Even towards a defenseless defense attorney. It's the job.
"Bridge...?", Wright takes his sweet time to recollect himself, "Oh no! Maya! What about Maya?! How is she?!"
He suddenly is really worked up. I see the troubled expression in his face. Maya? What about Maya? Could it be that...?
"So that's why? Because of her? Was she on the other side?", I almost bite my tongue. What is this bitter feeling I have, imagining that that scaredy-cat Wright would run across a burning suspension bridge just for that girl?
"Maya... I hope she's alright... it's so cold and she... poor Maya...", he mumbles in his fever.
So I was right. I don't even want to think about how much she means to him. But I myself am worried. There's no tiny bit of information I have about what has happened since I immediately went here.
I wished I could tell him good news and calm him down. I hope there is good news.
"I'm sure she's alright. I will find out and report to you immediately!", that's all I can say for now.
I already turn for the door, then I hear his mumbling continue.
"And Iris... Iris... oh no...", he gasps.
Okay. Now who the fuck is Iris?!
"I have to... have to...", he pants for air and tries to stand up.
Just how reckless can he be? I turn back and push him into his bed again.
"You don't have to do anything but lying and resting!", I tell him insistent. I almost feel like his mom.
"But... but... Iris...", he suddenly grabs my sleeve and looks at me. "Edgeworth... thank god you're here."
His face is high red, his eyes pretty unfocused, I'm not sure whether he's really grasping the whole situation. I doubt it even more when he suddenly puts a small green gem into my hand.
"Take this... you'll need it", he explains to me without explaining anything at all.
"What is this?", I ask him baffled.
"It's a... magatama... it let's you see into people's hearts", he mumbles, still refusing to let go of my sleeve. "you'll see the... psyche-locks then. Just use it."
"Huh?!", what the hell is going on with him? Did he hit his head when he fell into the river. "What utter nonsense this-"
I would have very well liked to shout at him and put this weird gem back into his hand, but he looks at me so pathetically and begging that I just can't bring myself to do it. I sigh and let the gem slide into my pocket. Wright nods content.
"You'll see it... when the time comes..."
He's talking like an old man. Somehow I'm disappointed. Regardless the fact that he was hanging around with self-proclaimed spirit media I always had the opinion that he was a man of clear human reason and logic. But that just destroyed it for me.
"Iris... damn it...", he suddenly starts again, panting for air, his fever increasing even more. I wonder whether I should fetch a nurse, but I just can't hold back on this question anymore.
"Who is Iris?", I ask him confused, yet unable to hide the slight hostile tone in my voice.
Still, Wright didn't seem to have noticed it.
"Iris, she...", he opens his mouth to answer, "Who is she...?"
What?! What kind of answer is this? This is no answer at all! Does that mean he was mumbling the name of some random woman he doesn't even know?!
After some more drops of water Wright explains it to me. Or at least some hazy basic data. About Iris the nun, the murder up in the mountains, Maya on the other side of the bridge. Only enough to have a slight idea of what has happened. Larry will tell me the rest later. Hopefully...
I still haven't found an answer to the question of my being here after all. What am I supposed to do?
Wright's state becomes worse again, he breathes heavily and is once again on the brink of unconsciousness. There is no reason for me to stay here any longer. Though I feel sorry for him. He really seems to want to help this Iris person, but he won't be able to do anything in this condition.
Once again I turn to go, once again I'm held back by Wright. This time he's grabbing my hand and holding it as tightly as possible.
"Iris...", he coughs again. I somehow can't hear this anymore.
I turn around and look at him, he stares at me feverishly with glassy eyes. What is going on inside of his head?
Then something utterly weird happens. With all his remaining strength Wright draws me towards him, puts his other hand on my cheek and... kisses me?!
It is definitely happening, our lips are touching, but... what the...?! I feel unable to draw back for several seconds, frozen on the spot, feeling his soft lips on mine. The heat is slowly crawling through my body and is making my head feel dizzy. I might even loose consciousness before Wright does.
Finally I get myself to draw back and scream at him.
"What are you doing?! Do you want to pass your cold onto me?!", I shout, turn around and run out of the room.
I barely manage to shut the door behind me loudly and vehemently, before my knees give in and I drop to the floor. What was that just now?!
We kissed, why the hell did we kiss? And why was the only objection I came up with in this moment, that I didn't want his cold to be passed onto me?
I'm a prosecutor! I have the ability to come up with the most ridiculous objections in any situation and make them sound perfectly logical. That's my job. But what was that just now? That was the saddest objection I've ever risen.
I try to catch my breath, but my heart is still racing like never before. Damn it! I try to push the thought away, that this has just been my first kiss. I don't know for how long I have been sitting there until I calmed down enough, but then, suddenly, I recognized that Wright really did pass something onto me.
I've had my hand cramped in shock and disturbance the whole time, but then I realize, that I seem to have something cold and metal holding in them.
I open my hand and almost choke when I realize what Wright has put in it there. It's his attorney badge. Just what is he planning? He can't be thinking what I think he is, can he?!