PhoenixXEdgeworth
.:Have a Cookie:.
He hated it.
Every time he glanced in his direction, he would have that goofy smile on his face…and…well, every time Phoenix did that, Miles could feel a stupid blush beginning to rise onto his face.
He didn't know why, and he didn't really care to find out.
Ever since they were children running around on the playground, Miles remembered always feeling uncomfortable around Phoenix. He was always so loud and rambunctious…it had always brought unneeded attention to the both of them, plus Larry at times.
"Get off the swing! It's my turn!" Larry pouted indignantly at Phoenix.
"No! I didn't get a full five minutes yet, right Miles? You were keeping track, right?"
The mature young boy glanced up at his reluctant friend.
"You were on for five minutes and fifteen seconds."
Phoenix's face fell, and Larry laughed out loud while pointing at him.
"Ha, ha, loser! Now get off! My turn!"
The two of them wrestled for the worn out swing seat, and Miles rolled his eyes. He didn't understand why both of them were so obsessed with a simple swing set. It was probably dirty all over with germs, rust was on the metal, and who knew how many behinds had sat on that…
There was a loud 'oof', as Larry shoved Phoenix backwards. The spiky-haired boy's face turned bright red in pain and anger.
"OW, LARRY! That really hurt!" He screamed at him, throwing a quick punch that landed on Larry's stomach. The other boy cried out in pain and pushed him back.
"Stop it, Nick!"
"You stop it!"
They growled at each other, ready to give black eyes, and they probably would've had it not been for one cravat-wielding gentleman. Miles stepped in between them giving them both a light push.
"Aren't you both supposed to be best friends? Why are you fighting and arguing if you're friends?" He demanded.
"Did you not just see what, Larry did?"
Miles sighed, "I don't find it much of a crime…"
Phoenix snarled and stuck his tongue out, a serious felony to the rest of the kids on the playground. They all chorused in "oohs", gathering around the small space. Miles glanced around himself.
"What?" He snapped angrily.
"You gotta fight him now." Larry grinned foolishly, licking his lips.
"Oh, be quiet. I'm not going to fight Phoenix. There's no point in that." The fair-skinned boy huffed, "It'd be a clear contradiction." He emphasized the complicated word.
His rival rolled his eyes, "Stop it with the words you stole from your daddy, Miles."
"It's not stealing! It's learning…something you clearly haven't picked up on, Phoenix Wright!" He snapped. Normally, Miles was a cool and collected character. The teachers found it remarkably odd, and the girls found it remarkably dreamy, but in any case, he never really raised his voice.
Until now.
Miles only lost his patience when somebody mocked the court of law or his father, whom he adored dearly. Now was one of those times that he just wanted to let go of all his ethics and morals and have at it, but he restrained himself. Phoenix just needed to be properly taught.
"A contradiction is a clashing of facts. Something false amongst the truth, now if we analyze the situation at hand, and using a common proverb…" He cleared his throat, "Two wrongs don't make a right."
Larry hooted with laughter, "Oh yeah they do! Check out what Phoenix's parents made!"
The playground burst into giggles and snorts of uncontrollable enjoyment. Miles gave Larry a deathly serious glare and turned his attention back to Phoenix. The young child was breathing heavily in preparation for crying, but his lower lip stayed strong.
"Fine!" He screamed, "Have your stupid swing! I'm going home!" He turned away quickly, brushing a tear from his eye. It was too quickly done for any of the other kids to see, but Miles saw it. He felt a pang of guilt like he never had before when Phoenix raced off down the road into the setting sun. The only noise he could hear was the pattering of his worn out shoes, as they thumped along the brittle sidewalk. Although it grew further and further away, Miles still felt the fast paced tapping against his heart.
There was a sudden, faint cry in the distance, as Phoenix tripped over his own feet. He had been trying to run so fast that he had fallen, and he sat there, far away from the playground, whimpering.
Edgeworth, all of a sudden, felt an intense anger and rage build up inside of his tiny body, and his sharp eyes slit holes into the rest of the laughing children. How dare they laugh at such an inhuman remark? How dare they giggle at his friend? They quieted down in his silent fury, and he stalked over to Larry.
"H-hey, Miles…uh, look…it was all supposed to be a joke…I-um, didn't mean it…!" The childish boy squirmed backwards, as Miles grew closer and closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, as the other boy towered over him.
"That wasn't a very funny joke." Miles simply spoke, agitation present in his quivering tone.
"Y-yeah, I know but…"
Larry shouted in pain, and all the kids crowded around to see what had happened. He gripped his cheek tightly, and blood rushed to the stricken area, turning it a tomato red. Miles was bent over, as if he had slapped someone incredibly hard, but nobody could believe that reasonable, responsible, mature Miles had done such a deed. The young gentleman stood up stiffly, wiped his hands off on his pants, and quickly walked away from the scene. Children called after him yelling all sorts of nonsense, and a few adults ran over to the huddled crowd with concerned looks.
Miles went from a walk into a run in Phoenix's direction, unable to see the crouched shadow any longer.
"He should be here somewhere…" He murmured, examining the ground closely. The sidewalk was definitely disturbed, and miniscule drops of blood littered themselves all over. Miles carefully followed the little blood droplets, knowing that they would lead him to Phoenix.
The shadows grew longer and longer, as the sun fell lower and lower towards the horizon. Miles felt his worry build up, realizing that Phoenix might've been farther away than he had expected. He was almost about to give up hope, when he heard a gasp of air. He twirled around and saw his friend curled up behind a trashcan.
Phoenix's knees were badly bruised and scraped from early, and the wounds dripped the blood down his skinny legs. He glanced up instantaneously with his large blue eyes, still welled up with tears. He had been trying, unsuccessfully, to rub the redness off himself. Miles' eyebrows narrowed in seriousness, as he bent down and took off his cravat. Phoenix watched him wide-eyed, as his friend took his prized possession and wiped up the blood. The cravat was soaked by the time everything was cleaned the best that he could. The other child tried to keep him from helping any further.
"I-it's okay, Miles. Don't worry about me. I'll be f-fine." Phoenix cringed, as he tried to pull himself up onto his feet. Edgeworth immediately tried to keep him sitting down.
"No, you're not okay, Phoenix…clearly…"
Phoenix blushed at his sarcasm.
"I'm going to help you get home." Miles announced. Although he personally wasn't very confident in his muscles, he could always try…
His friend objected, "You have to go home though! Your daddy is gonna worry about you!"
Phoenix tried to get himself up again and partially succeeded, holding onto Miles' hand. They both heaved and finally Wright was able to stand up. He was a little wobbly and had to lean on Miles for support. Although his little body felt like collapsing under the weight of Phoenix, he kept telling himself that he needed to do this for him.
He wasn't going to abandon him like everyone else.
"Maybe I can find a wagon or something…" Miles thought out loud. Phoenix winced through every step the boys took. Although the bleeding had stopped for the most part, he had taken a pretty bad fall. Subconsciously, Miles scolded Phoenix for being so clumsy, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it right now.
"Miles, please! Go home!"
"No!" He sharply barked at Phoenix, "I'm not going to leave you out here by yourself like this! You're my best friend, so shut up and let me help you!"
Phoenix cringed, and Miles inwardly slapped himself in the face for being so curt.
"Uh…what I mean is that I-I-I…care about you, okay? I…" He sighed, "Look, my daddy's a great defense attorney, and he's always going out of his way to help everybody. It's what good people do. You don't have to be proud, Phoenix. People need help." Edgeworth's tone was more comforting this time, and he felt his friend relax considerably.
"Okay. Thanks, Miles." The corners of his lips turned up in a small, shy smile, and Edgeworth felt a strange blush rise onto his cheeks…
"I'm just helping you out like I'm supposed to." Miles brushed the thanks off and searched around for a wagon.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Miles nervously asked Phoenix.
"Yeah! I do it all the time, and it helps me get home super fast! Just remember to steer!" He positioned himself squarely in the bright-red wagon that they had found cast to the side. Miles uncomfortably sat in front with the wagon handle firmly in his grasp.
"So just pull left or right, then?"
"That's all there is to it! Now we'll push off together, so we can get home!"
The giant hill they were atop of seemed impossible to traverse with their weak little wagon. Miles blinked and gulped anxiously.
"Uh, I think I changed my mind!"
"Too late now!"
"Too late…? WAHHHH!" The proper young boy screamed at the top of his lungs, as they careened down the sidewalk. They had been inching forward bit by bit, and gravity was finally beginning to take its course.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" He yelled again, squeezing his eyes shut. The downward drop made his stomach fall to his feet, and his head felt all dizzy.
"Keep watching! You have to keep us from crashing!" Phoenix reminded him. Although Miles didn't want to, he bravely opened his eyes again. The wind blew into his face harshly, and he could feel his slightly chubby cheeks flapping. He had to squint in order to not injure his eyes; his vision decreasing the faster they went. He half-blindly swerved back and forth, avoiding cans, newspapers, and even the tiniest pebbles. They bounced along the cracked sidewalk, and Wright's laughter filled the air. Houses whizzed past, as they continued on their near 90 degree angle down towards Phoenix's home. Miles was gripping the handle of the wagon so tightly, that his knuckles were white with the intensity.
"Look out! There's an old lady!" Phoenix called out. Edgeworth squinted harder and saw a feeble woman walking along the sidewalk. Both boys began making a ruckus in order to warm the woman of their approach.
"Hey! Get out of the way! L-Look out!" He screamed loudly, but the woman seemed to be short of hearing and paid no attention.
"I-I can't move the wagon out of the way! There's no room!" Miles helplessly told Phoenix. Phoenix gave Miles a worried glance, but he became determined once again very quickly.
"LADY! You better get out of the way if you don't want to be squished!" The spiky-haired boy hollered even louder. The old woman still didn't seem to pay attention, but she continued her slow hobble across the sidewalk, just barely missing the boys' wagon. Miles felt the pains in his chest ease, and his lungs began to breathe again.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh…" He mumbled fearfully, clutching Phoenix's hand unconsciously.
Phoenix grinned, "Whew, that was close…"
The wagon began to slow as the altitude drop diminished with every passing second. The squeaky wheels let out sighs of exhaustion, as they finally gave up, refusing to move any further. Wright was still buzzing with adrenaline, as he hopped out of the little cart and onto his feet. Edgeworth was wobbly, as he followed his friend's lead. Phoenix turned around to face Miles, and he gave a bit of chuckle, as Miles struggled to regain balance.
"Heh, it's a bit disorienting, ain't it?"
"'Isn't it', is the proper term, Phoenix. Don't act like you're a hillbilly." Edgeworth mildly pointed out. Wright shook his head, smiling. He reached over and gave Miles a strong hug. It caught the young gentleman off for a spell, but he found himself hugging Phoenix back. Phoenix's eyes were twinkling with untold thanks, as they released the embrace.
"Thanks, Miles. You know…for what you did for me today."
Edgeworth sighed, "Stop saying 'thank you'. It was nothing."
"No, it really means something to me. I'm gonna think of that forever. This plus the time that you defended me about that stolen lunch money business makes you the best friend ever!" Phoenix hugged Miles excitedly again. Although Miles hated physical contact, he let Phoenix hug him again and again.
"Okay, that's enough!" He finally gasped for air. Phoenix had a surprisingly strong, bone-crushing hug. A silly grin spread across Wright's face.
"I won't let you forget what you did!"
"Don't worry, I believe that…" Miles rolled his eyes, with a smile on his face, nonetheless.
"You wanna come over to my house, since we're here anyways?" Phoenix offered, beginning to walk with his newfound wagon in hand.
"I don't know…"
"We'll call your dad when we get there!"
Miles paused, contemplating the offer.
"My mom bought a huge Mrs. Field's cookie the other day!"
"Chocolate chip?"
"Double chocolate chip." Phoenix felt his stomach rumble in the thought of his enormous cookie.
"Hm…"
"Stop pretending like you don't want a piece!"
Miles made a face, knowing that Phoenix knew him all too well, once again, "Okay, okay. Fine. My daddy's coming home from work late anyways."
"Yay! Playdate!" Phoenix broke into a run, as he leaped with all the joy his little heart to surmount to, "Whoever gets to my home first gets to choose which half of the cookie they want!"
"No fair, you got a running start!" Miles bolted after him, enjoying the setting sun's rays warming his face. It didn't really matter that Phoenix had a running start anyhow. Miles always knew he'd wait up for him any day.
"Hey, no hard feelings about me completely annihilating today, right?" Wright gave a cocky smirk.
"Of course not…especially since I get paid by the hour." Edgeworth gave an equally cocky smirk back. Phoenix frowned.
"Such is the life of an attorney." The spiky haired man whistled, as he picked up his case files. Miles grunted, flipping his hair out of his face. The defendant ran up to Phoenix quickly and thanked him repeatedly.
"Hey, it's alright. At least you're not going to jail!" Phoenix joked. The young man couldn't stop thanking him though, and Miles felt a smile curl onto his face.
"Oh gee, you got me a cookie? Wow…" Phoenix gratefully accepted the cookie the young man had bought merely minutes earlier. Miles felt his right eye twitch, as he saw the familiar bagging and the lighted expression on his friend's face.
"This is too big of a cookie though, unless somebody stops being a sour loser and wants to share." He threw a look over his shoulder, straight in Edgeworth's direction, and snickered, as the prosecutor tried to busy himself with his papers to hide his blushes.
"Have some manners, Wright."
"Have some cookie, Edgeworth."
AN: A little OOC on my part perhaps? Use your imaginations, dear readers. ;)
Ahhh, so it wasn't exactly hardcore relationship stuff, but neither was the previous one, right? I hope you all enjoyed it anyhow, even those of you who despise this shipping. I mean, who doesn't like friendship fluff between these two crazy people? :D
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- TM
