Reconciliation

So, it's time for the third chapter!
Let's hope it goes well for our two besties... :3
Have fun reading!


Chapter 3: Sleeping

"Wright, I'm really tired. Can I have a cup of tea, please?"

Miles Edgeworth sat down on one of the Wright Anything Agency's comfortable blue sofas and looked hopefully at his friend Phoenix Wright, who briefly checked the box of cheap Earl Grey tea bags and smirked in delight.

"Sorry, Sherlock, but you finished all the tea bags."

"Then, could you buy a new box with the dollar you gave me?"

Phoenix remembered the decision about that dollar and felt a horrible sinking feeling return to his stomach.

After a while, everyone had agreed that Edgeworth should receive the dollar, as he found Marvin first- but Phoenix had been the one to actually catch the poor thing and return it to his daughter safely.

Even though he didn't really mind Edgeworth getting the dollar- it was just a dollar, anyway- Phoenix couldn't help feeling extremely disappointed in himself. After all, he had not seen his rival for many, many years now- surely he should have won? Surely he could have done it?

Oh, stop it, Phoenix. You know you can't beat Miles Edgeworth in an investigation, he thought to himself, smiling once more, and you never will.

"Why do I have to do your jobs for you, Edgeworth? You know the shop is only five minutes away…" he moaned, collapsing down onto the sofa beside his best friend.

"Look, you need some exercise. How much have you been doing lately?"

"Uh…well…um, I…."

"See what I mean, Wright?" Edgeworth remarked triumphantly. "You need to get outside, and a walk to the shops is quick and easy."

"Says the one that takes his snazzy sports car everywhere…"

"I-I didn't take it here, you know!"

Suddenly, both of them heard a deep, irritated sigh from outside the door, and before the door even opened they knew who it was.

It was Apollo Justice.

"I'll get the teabags, Mr. Wright. You don't have to worry…"

Phoenix immediately grinned and looked over at Edgeworth, who crossed his arms in disappointment, looking around at the cluttered, untidy office; it looked like Phoenix spent hours, even days in here.

I suppose I won't be getting him to exercise right now.

He really needs to get outside, though.

. . .

Like I'm one to talk…

"And…uh…Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Yes?" Edgeworth asked, turning towards an extremely red-faced Apollo.

"I…suggest you take a nap before I get back. I also have to stop off at my…. kind-of friend's house, so I may take a while."

"Oh? Why are you going so soon?" Phoenix laughed in mock surprise, standing up and taking a step closer to Apollo. "Are you going to gush about finally meeting the famous Miles Edgeworth?"

Apollo stood still, unable to think of a good response to that, before he hastily ran off and slammed the door loudly. Sounds of running a few feet from the door and an elevator moving up to their floor could be heard shortly after, and Edgeworth shuddered for a brief moment before turning to Phoenix, a small frown on his face.

"Why are you so…mean to him, Wright? It's almost as if you enjoy teasing him…"

Phoenix thought for a moment.

"All mentors must tease their protégés sometimes, right? Didn't yours, Edgeworth? I mean-

"Wright, you should know what my mentor was like!" Edgeworth snapped, turning away from Phoenix in almost an instant. Memories came flooding back of years ago, years that he didn't ever want to remember again- and memories of earlier today, of the earthquakes, of everything.

A cold, solitary tear snaked down Edgeworth's cheek as Phoenix winced, cursing under his breath.

How could I have forgotten?!

The whole point of me bringing him here was to help him forget about those memories…

Not remember them!

"Look, Wright. I know you didn't mean to bring that up at all, but…let's not carry on with that conversation."

Phoenix sighed in relief and smiled weakly, nodding in agreement.

"Yes, I agree. You need to sleep, anyway, don't you?"

Edgeworth smiled weakly back. It was good to have someone like Wright as a friend; although they drove you mad sometimes, you knew that they cared about you and would do anything to keep you happy.

"I do, indeed. But where am I supposed to sleep, Wright?"

"On the sofa, of course. Where else?"

Edgeworth recoiled in shock, horrified. Phoenix couldn't help but smirk at his priceless expression, and suddenly burst into fits of laughter.

"Wright, I-I cannot sleep on that…"

"And why ever not?" Phoenix laughed, almost falling over in his glee.
"Is it…let's see… an awfully illogical decision?"

Phoenix smirked pretentiously and swaggered in a circle around the room, his nose in the air

and his arms crossed to imitate Edgeworth. Edgeworth sighed and walked over to him, putting a firm hand on his shoulder and making him come to a halt directly in front of him.

"Wright, I've told you once: that does not look like me. Anyway, I know that you were exaggerating this time."

"How so?"

"There are certain ways that a prosecutor must act in order to look respectable," Edgeworth began, "and sticking your nose in the air like that is certaintly not one of them."

"Fine, fine. I was joking this time. Now get to sleep." Phoenix smiled, pointing in the direction of the sofa.

This will work, I know it.

He's too tired to resist…

Edgeworth walked over to the sofa in defeat, dragging his feet across the floor, and lay down on it. After making himself comfortable he realised that it was actually quite a nice place to sleep; he was almost always used to getting some shut-eye upon his own desk in his office, and to his dismay he woke up with a stiff neck.

Why did I never sleep on the sofa in my office before?

It isn't like anyone would see me, Edgeworth thought.

. . .

Would they?

After a while, he felt his eyes starting to gently close- and suddenly felt worried, a feeling of doubt sinking to the bottom of his stomach.

"Wright- I mean, Phoenix?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure it's alright for me to sleep here? I am visiting, after all, and I don't want to waste your time…"

"Of course it's alright! Listen, everyone needs some sleep- and not all of it needs to be four hours on your office desk, trust me."

Edgeworth smiled gratefully, mumbling his thanks before he fell asleep. Phoenix chuckled and, grabbing a light green quilt from the corner of the room, covered Edgeworth with it.

He didn't know what to do next, however; spending time alone was much more boring than it seemed- and with no clients at the Borscht Bowl Club to play against today, he finally decided to wait until Edgeworth woke up.

Phoenix grew used to the first few minutes alone, twiddling his thumbs and humming the tune to the Nickel Samurai, a show that was very popular with children some years ago.

He remembered his old assistant, a girl who loved shows like that. The Samurai Boogie-Woogie, the Pink Princess, the Evil Magistrate, you name it- she'd know everything about them.

Phoenix had often wondered whether Maya was America's biggest fan of those programmes…until he found out that Edgeworth liked them, too. He could define every single move that Steel Eyesore used in such detail that Phoenix was almost astounded at Edgeworth's knowledge of the show.

Phoenix's favourite memory of the series was when he discovered Maya and Cody- a Samurai fanatic they had met in a case long ago- having a long talk about the latest episode of the Steel Samurai, their all-time favourite of the franchise.

"Hey, Maya! Wasn't the Steel Samurai awesome last night?" Cody had shouted, running over to Maya, who was hastily chomping on a hamburger (yet another of her favourite pastimes).

"Yeah!" Maya agreed, giving Cody an enthusiastic high-five.
"His special combo move at the end was the best, though! …What was it called again, Cody?"

"The Sakura Tornado Strike! It was the best thing in the episode, I agree."

Cue Miles Edgeworth walking up to Cody, and prodding him lightly in the back to get his attention.

"Uh….Mr. Hackins?"

"What is it, gramps?! We're having a talk here!" Cody yelled, and Edgeworth looked a little offended at his remark. However, he continued to talk, and what he said astounded both Maya and Cody, and caused Phoenix to burst into laughter in an instant.

"I just came to inform you that the Steel Samurai's combo move last night was, in fact, the Sakura Whirlwind Strike."


Phoenix was lost in happy thought, reminiscing about all sorts of things in the past, until he heard a deafening knock outside his door and nearly jumped out of his skin in fright.

Slowly, he got up and, making sure Edgeworth was still asleep, reached for the doorknob in confusion.

Who could that be?

I mean, I don't have any clients, Trucy doesn't have any friends coming over, Apollo hasn't got any clients yet…

Standing outside the door was a furious, red-faced Franziska von Karma, her whip clutched in her violently shaking hand.

Phoenix whimpered, as he knew- or thought he knew- what was coming, but as if to read his thoughts Franziska threw her free hand onto the door and made sure he couldn't get out.

"You have a lot of explaining to do."


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