Hello everyone! Here's the second part for you. Sorry this took so long to upload! .
And with that simple question, I found myself walking down many flights of stairs alongside Miles Edgeworth; the parking lot being our destination. The vacant building was in a complete, eerie silence; and since I was so worn to the place making at least somewhat of a commotion, it was making me feel anything less than pleasant. Thankfully though, Edgeworth was by my side. I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to make this journey by my lonesome. After putting some tough speculation into order, however, I only realized how much of a child I still was. I bowed my head. My risen spirits about Edgeworth being next to me were suddenly gone, and I only found myself even more saddened.
I guess I'm still a child after all…
I lowered my head more downward than it already was. I heavily sighed to myself, trying to drown out my naïve thoughts with the clanking of Edgeworth's black, dress shoes against the linoleum. Edgeworth must've noticed my bowed head and sigh.
"Is something wrong Wright? It's not like you to be so gloomy all of a sudden." He sent me a concerned look.
I looked up at him, surprised at his sudden act of concern. "I-it's nothing! Really…"
His brow furrowed. "If you say so..." He continued walking, looking straight ahead with his arms glued to his sides, as if he were a toy soldier.
I stopped watching him when I noticed we passed an elevator. I stopped for a moment and pointed to the elevator. "Edgeworth, don't you think we should-?"
"You know I don't like elevators Wright." His calm and relaxed attitude suddenly shifted to a cold and serious one. I cringed at his hasty change of action; and in a few mere seconds, everything came back to me.
That's right! Edgeworth is afraid of elevators because of the DL-6 incident. Damnit Phoenix! I mentally kicked myself for making such a stupid mistake.
Yet, Edgeworth kept moving forward; completely ignoring my ignorance. I merely watched his back with a blank stare.
I guess he's matured a lot more than I thought he has. I still can't decide, however, whether it's for the very best, or for the very worst.
Alone from Edgeworth's red sports car, the parking lot was completely deserted. The sight convinced me 100% that Edgeworth and I were the only ones here.
"Finally, we made it to your car!" I exclaimed. Edgeworth pulled out his car keys from his back pocket, ignoring me.
I'm guessing he's mad at me because of what I said earlier. Maybe if I lighten the mood more he'll feel better?
"Wow, is it just me, or does your car look even redder than before?" I bashfully scratched the back of my head. He thrusted the shiny silver keys into the keyhole on the drivers side of the car, ignoring me yet again. "Uh-,"
Edgeworth hastily opened the door, sat inside, and slammed the door behind him. To my shock, he did all this in mere seconds, while thoroughly tuning me out! This, obviously, isn't going to work.
I dumped my plans and finally entered the vehicle. I slouched into the comfortable raven colored leather seat, staring transfixed at the intricate bordering on the dashboard.
I knew the car was fancy, but not this fancy!
A loud purring noise came from the car. I turned my gaze to steering wheel and noticed the keys have already been put into the ignition. God, I'm so slow today. I was almost startled by a cars engine!
I shifted my eyes to Edgeworth's lowered right hand as he put the car into reverse with the stick shift. I was shocked at how he did it with such speed! I looked up at him with wide eyes and with my mouth slightly agape. That's when Edgeworth looked at me.
"What? Never seen someone drive a stick shift before?" He asked as he placed his hands on the wheel and glanced at the rear view mirror. I felt the car move backwards.
"No, that's not it. You just did it so fast! And err, cool!" I sheepishly admitted looking at him. I could feel my cheeks somewhat burning. I caught a glimpse of Edgeworth's red face before he turned it away.
"T-There's nothing 'cool' about putting a car into reverse! Get your head out of the gutter Wright!" He stammered. His knuckles turned a ghostly white as he clenched the steering wheel.
I chuckled at Edgeworth's nervousness. I'm not going to lie; Edgeworth is kind of 'cute' when he's flustered like this.
I looked down, slumped even more into my seat, and turned an even deeper red after realizing what just ran through my head. Edgeworth?! Cute?! No way!
Still as red as a beet, I glanced up at Edgeworth from the corner of my eye. His eyes were focused on the road now, but I can tell he was trying to make his blush go away by not concentrating on it. But his still rosy cheeks only proven he was having a hard time.
I gave him a broad grin. It's great to see Edgeworth finally show some emotion though! He's usually so expressionless and…hard to read.
"Hey, Edgeworth?" I asked, looking at him with a smile.
The Prosecutor took his eyes off the road for a moment to quickly glance at me. "Yes?"
Alright Phoenix, don't screw this one up!
"How do you feel about today's trial?"
Edgeworth fidgeted in his seat for a moment as we slowed down to a halt at a red light.
"Well, Wright, as a losing prosecutor, I'm quite upset about how today's trial concluded." Edgeworth said coldheartedly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he glared at the blazing red light.
"Er…sorry." I mumbled. My smile faded as soon as it appeared.
Wait, why the hell am I sorry? Gah…this car ride isn't going as planned. I was hoping for something more…I don't know; Friendly!
I let out a long and heavy sigh.
Then again, I amdealing with Edgeworth; the Demon Prosecutor. Yet, I can't help but feel some kind of…attraction to him. Wait, what?!
I grabbed the side of my head in frustration.
Ugh. I just need some sleep. That's right Phoenix, sleep will bring you back to normal.
"Why are you sorry?" Edgeworth asked, suddenly interrupting my thoughts. "You were just doing your job after all." The red light turned green and the sports car advanced again.
Oh yeah, Edgeworth is still here.
I chuckled nervously and scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, I suppose I was. Forget I even said anything."
Edgeworth just continued to watch the road; even though there was nothing much to watch except the road itself. There were hardly any drivers on the road, and the only things that seemed lively were the gas stations and fast food joints we passed by. They seemed to be the only things open. When we turned down one street however, I noticed a music store. It was closed of course, but it gave me an idea.
"Hey, Edgeworth, what kind of music do you like to listen to?" I asked turning to him. It was a rather out of the ordinary question, but it might brighten his mood a little and it might make this trip more enjoyable.
"Hmm," Edgeworth started, his eyes squinting, "I don't mind listening to classical music everyone now and then. Beethoven, Mozart, Bach; they're all very talented gentleman."
I should have known. But then again, who doesn't like listening to classical music once in a while?
"They are very talented," I nodded in agreement, "but who's your favorite?" I asked, playfully waging my finger at him. "You can only pick one!"
We ran into another red light, and the car came to a steady halt. Edgeworth slowly loosened his grip on the wheel and appeared to relax in the leather drivers' seat.
"Only one, huh?" he asked himself in a low voice. He cupped his chin and dimmed his eyes, carefully choosing who his favorite composer was.
Whoa! He's taking this pretty seriously! At least he's more relaxed. I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach while watching him think so intensively. As odd as this may sound…Edgeworth is really cool. He may look like an emotionless robot, but he's quite the opposite once you get to know him; or at least when you get on his good side.
"I got it!" Edgeworth exclaimed. "Beethoven. He's my favorite composer."
I blinked, staring at him. "Beethoven? Why? I thought for sure you were going to say Bach."
Edgeworth made a left turn when the light turned green. "He composed Moonlight Sonata. My all time favorite piece. Have you heard it before, Wright?" That's when he looked straight into my eyes. His grey orbs were full of life and eagerness. My face started to heat up at the sight of them, and Edgeworth's cheeks turned a dark red. He suddenly wheeled his head around so he could face directly in front of him. He was blushing again; and even though he was, I couldn't help but look away.
Edgeworth…
"…So have you, or not?" He quietly asked after a moment of silence.
"You mean, Moonlight Sonata? Yeah, I have. It's beautiful." I calmly smiled at him.
Edgeworth made a quick side glance at me and smirked. "It sure is. But I must ask you Phoenix; what kind of music do you listen to?"
…Did he just call me Phoenix?
"Well, I'll listen to just about anything really," I told him, ignoring the thought about why he called me by my first name. "I do enjoy jazz especially, though."
"Interesting." Edgeworth commented with a smile. His blush had dissipated now, and his eyes softened when he looked at me.
"So, Miles…?" I said, waiting for a surprised reaction from him for calling him by his first name.
"Hmm?" He asked with a side glance.
No effect?
"Where are we?" I asked. "I don't really recognize the area."
"We're almost there; relax Wright." The prosecutor smirked. "I'm just taking a different direction than the bus."
"Hey! How do you know a take a bus to and from work?" I asked. For some reason, I felt slightly offended.
Well, it's your fault for not having a car or license.
Edgeworth chuckled. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Meh." I pouted, crossing my arms.
"Hmmmmm?"
Jesus, Edgeworth! Stop teasing me already!
"I'm playing, I'm playing," the prosecutor smirked "don't get your panties in a bunch."
…Lucky for you, I don't wear panties.
And with that, the car fell silent yet again. I continued to stare out the passenger window, listening to Edgeworth's breathing. It wasn't loud or anything, it was just noticeable considering how quiet the car was. In all honesty, it was putting me at ease. I was beginning to feel my eye lids slowly dim…my thoughts wondering…
"We're almost there."
"W-what?" My eyes shot open and I sat up straight in my seat.
"I said, 'we're almost there'." Edgeworth repeated. He then turned to look at me as we made our way into an apartment complex. "Don't fall asleep yet, Wright. I need you to tell me if this is the right place."
Adjusting my tired eyes, I scoped out the area. "Yup, this is the place."
Miles raised an eyebrow, "You sure now? I couldn't help but notice you starting to fall asleep."
Edgeworth, I'm pretty sure I know what my apartment complex looks like; tired or otherwise.
"Yeah, I'm sure." I told him.
Miles smirked, as he pulled up next to a small apartment building. It wasn't very impressive, in fact, it was kind of embarrassing. Chips of white paint were missing on the outside, making the building mottled, and the small shrubs on the outside were starting to dry out.
"Nice place you have here, Phoenix." Edgeworth taunted, eyeing the building.
Again with the first name…? I have to admit though, I like it when he calls me Phoenix.
"Err…thanks." I fidgeted in my seat. "So, uh, I guess I'll see you later?"
The burgundy clad prosecutor turned his head. His eyes gave off a hint of sadness as he stared into mine.
"…Yeah."
I tilted my head to the side a bit.
I wonder if he's really sad? He could just be tired like me…but…I don't know. If only he wasn't so hard to understand, I'd probably be able to help him out. Asking him doesn't sound like a good idea; I don't want to come off as nosey or anything…even though I'm his best friend. God, Phoenix, just ask him how he's feeling!
"Hey, you alright?" I finally decided to blurt out.
Edgeworth continued to stare into my eyes, his face still emotionless. There was a short pause before the man facing me started to speak, "I don't….want to be alone."
Don't…want to be alone?
"Recently, I've been feeling-" Edgeworth turned his gaze away from mine and bit his lip, "a bit lonely."
Edgeworth…
"It's kind of why I came by your office today. I thought that, maybe, by being near you, I would feel better." His gaze was fixated on me again. This time, his face wasn't emotionless; it was full of anguish.
I felt my heart sink. My best friend needs my help. There's no denying it now.
"Did I help in anyway?" I couldn't help but ask.
"You did, Phoenix."
"!"
Apparently, I looked shocked, for Edgeworth said, "Don't be so surprised. Without realizing it, Phoenix…you have a tendency to leave this sort of...strong impact on people."
…what…?
"What do you mean…?" I asked in a soft, yet utterly confused voice.
Edgeworth chuckled, and his lips curved in a small smile. He suddenly began to slowly lean towards me. "I mean to say…" he gently placed his hand on my cheek, and began to caress it with his thumb, "you've captivated me."
Before I could say, or even think anything, Edgeworth pressed his lips onto mine. His thin lips were warm to the touch, and I was beginning to writhe in ecstasy.
Why does this feel so…nice?
He held my face in his hands now as he began to deepen the kiss, our breathing becoming heavy and uneven.
I…wasn't even expecting this…I'm not pulling away…
As we continued to kiss, I began to unbutton my navy blue blazer. It was then, however, Edgeworth stopped everything entirely.
"Phoenix…we can't. Y-you have to go inside." He stammered. His face was completely flushed.
I hadn't realized what I was doing until I looked down at my shirt.
Yeah…maybe I should go inside. I thought as I lightly tugged at my half unbuttoned jacket.
"If you want, you can come inside."
Wait…did I really just ask that…?
Edgeworth tried to cover his red face with his right hand as he looked away. "Considering what just happened, I don't think that's a good idea, Wright."
"Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow. "What If I want this to continue? Then what, 'devil prosecutor'?"
Wait, I want this to continue?! …Ugh, I have to stop being in denial. Of course I want this to continue!
Edgeworth's eyes became the size of saucers as he looked at me, utterly surprised.
"Yes, Edgeworth, before you ask, I did enjoy you kissing me; in case you haven't noticed." I pointed at my undone shirt, as if to convince him.
"And if you're wondering why," I started, before the prosecutor could say anything, "It's because…I've fallen in love with the newly blossomed Miles Edgeworth."
Fin
Well, I'm glad I finished this. Again, I'm so sorry this took forever to finish. I hope the ending suited you. :)
