A/N: Sorry this took so long. I had a hard time coming up with this chapter and the power went was out from like four to nine last night. Also, I hope the last few chapters weren't too deep; this one will hopefully be more light-hearted. If anyone has something they would like to see happen, please tell me. I am open to suggestions. And pie! Okay sorry. This one's got a lot of people and implications in it, but really boils down to Phoenix/Iris. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
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I a m Y o u r A p p r e n t i c e
Phoenix tried to leave Trucy with Pearl in his office, but she insisted on watching Apollo get Dahlia kicked out. I wasn't going to invite Dahlia. She invited herself. He noticed how people who had seemingly never met were teaching each other things. Phoenix laughed as he watched Lang show Larry how to snarl like a wolf.
"You've got to bear your fangs and tense your shoulders," Lang instructed, "Then just go with your instincts on the sound."
"RARF!" Larry made a sad attempt at the face Lang had showed him, and his growl, if it could be called that, was more or less a squeal.
Larry gave a lopsided grin and asked, "How was that?"
Lang replied with a real snarl, "You have the audacity to even ask that? You are a disgrace to all wolves. Try again."
"Boo!" someone leapt out in front of Phoenix.
"Ack!" He looked around for his assailant.
"Good! Just like that, Mr. DeMasque! Next time, steal something before you scare them though." Kay smiled broadly at Ron, who was doing his best to hide in the shadows. "And, Mr. Wright? If you're going to dress up like Mr. Edgeworth, you have to sound like him too! Something to the effect of-!"
"Nggghooooh!" Edgeworth wailed from behind him.
"Yeah, something like that," Kay snickered.
Edgeworth was face down on the floor, Maya with a plastic samurai sword at his back.
"Ha! The Pink Princess wins agai-! Hey! Wait! No!" Edgeworth tripped her, leapt up, and placed his sword on her chest. Several people applauded. "Mr. Edgeworth!" she whined, "Get your sword off my boob!"
Edgeworth blushed darkly and stumbled back. "I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't mean… i-if you'll e-excuse me…" he mumbled to himself as he shuffled toward the bathroom. Smooth, Edgey.
"~ Well I've been spending way to long checking my tongue in the mirror- Ach!~"
"~Ha! And bending over backwards just to try to see you clearer~"
Phoenix glanced up to the stage as Ema stole the microphone from Klavier. Her face was red and her smiling lips swollen. He shot her a grin and a thumbs up as she sang her verse. She's surprisingly good. He watched them happily until the end, where he growled slightly when she kissed Klavier.
"Overprotective, Wright?" I smell coffee. Which means it's…
"Mr. Armando…? Wait, Gavin? Why are you drinking…" he sniffed the air around the ex-defense-attorney-gone-murderer, "Why are you drinking Godot's #107?"
"He gave me the recipe. Blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than hell itself... that is coffee, I believe he said." Kristoph adjusted his glasses. "It is quite bitter, but also sweet."
"THAT WAS FABULOUS!" Someone exclaimed. Well, we all know who it was… "How did you do that?"
"A magician can't reveal her secrets," Trucy grinned devilishly, tucking her panties in her pocket. "Unless you want to trade secrets?"
Phoenix wandered closer to his daughter, tempting Max to break the 'number one rule of magic' as she called it. No matter what you do, you can't say how you did.
"What secret? I can make the hat float, or the rose, or the cloak…" Max pleaded, but one look in Trucy's eyes and you knew exactly what she wanted.
"I want to float, Mr. Galactica. Fly. Like you!" she interlaced her fingers and dropped to her knees. "Please, just once? Show me how." Her spikes drooped and tears welled in her eyes.
Something in Max's ego-hungry eyes softened. "Fine. But we cannot do it here. The…ceiling is too low. And now," he grinned, "You get to show me where that frozen chicken came from."
*CRACK*
"Ouch… what was that for?" Apollo whimpered from the floor, clutching his arm.
"No reason!" Franziska answered quickly, coiling her whip. Apollo touched his bracelet, and Phoenix smirked, eyeing the six Psyche-Locks above her. Polly and Franzy huh? Who would have guessed-!
*CRACK*
Ow.
"What are you smirking at, Phoenix Wright?" Franziska demanded.
"You."
*CRACK*
Raise your hand if you didn't see that coming.
"You foolishly foolish fool!" Franziska growled. Phoenix dared to take a step closer, making it as far as Apollo before he was struck down again.
"Why did you whip me?" Apollo asked again, cautiously.
"Because I…" she glanced at Phoenix who was focused on the air above her. Edgeworth must have told her about the locks.
"Because you hoped it would get Apollo to notice you? 'Cause you're crushing on him?" Phoenix braced himself for the whip, but it never came. He opened his eyes, noting that all the locks had shattered, and Apollo had let go of his bracelet.
"I… I… well…" she mumbled dejectedly to herself, hanging her head in defeat. Phoenix looked over at the young attorney, who had gone a nice shade of crimson.
"Done playing match-maker?" Mia whispered in his ear, causing him to jump. "Don't you think you're forgetting a certain girl in a fairy costume by the Gumshoes?" Phoenix glanced over at said girl, talking good naturedly to Gumshoe and Maggey. She smiled and laughed, but it never reached her eyes. He nodded.
Phoenix snuck up behind the detective. He clapped his hands to make a noise similar to the whip, and Gumshoe skyrocketed. When he regained his balance, the noodle-clad detective grabbed Maggey's wrist and ran away.
"Feenie…" Iris laughed. Edgeworth walked slowly out of the bathroom, clearly avoiding Maya.
"EDGEY-POO!" He turned on his heel and tried to walk back in.
"Boo!" Kay jumped out at Edgeworth, sending him stumbling back towards Oldbag.
"Nnnggh." He deflated as the old hag clung to his arm and began to rant about one thing or another.
"It's nice to see everybody making friends," Iris commented, "everyone seems to be learning something, too. Oh, look, its Mr. Gavin." She pulled her hood out of a pocket, "I'll…um…be right back,"
Phoenix sighed as she eagerly skipped off to the large group of girls surrounding Klavier. He wandered over to a very flustered Edgeworth, who had managed to pry Oldbag off of his personage.
*CRACK*
"Franziska is all kinds of different today, isn't she?" Phoenix asked as she parted the swooning girls in front of the rock star.
"Yes, well…heh," they snickered as she shoved her whip into his hands. The moment Franziska got it back; she spun and lashed their laughing forms. Edgeworth growled as he pulled himself up.
"Mr. Edgeworth, I was wondering if…?" Maya watched as he nearly sprinted back towards the bathroom. "I just wanted to know which episode the Iron Infant makes his debut! Larry says it's 39, but I don't think it's that late in the show." She fiddled with her newly signed trading card as she sulked off.
"Daddy! Mr. Galactica is going to teach me how to fly tomorrow!"
"That's great, Truce." Phoenix said, not really listening. He watched Iris float back towards him, smiling at her accomplishment.
"He's so nice," she gushed, waving at Trucy. She held up her hood, now adorned with Gavin's autograph.
"Mr. Galactica is gonna teach me to fly!" Trucy repeated for Iris.
"We know." Phoenix stated bluntly and she sulked away. Sorry.
"I feel like I should be learning something," Iris laughed, "or teaching something."
"You are teaching me something," Phoenix replied softly.
"Hm? And what's that?"
"You're teaching me to fall in love with you again," He slipped his hand into hers.
"But, you loved my sister…"
"I never loved your sister. It was always you I loved." Iris blushed and squeezed his hand.
"I love you too, Feenie-!" she began softly, only to find Phoenix crushing his lips against hers.
Nothing's changed. This is still as exhilarating as it was before. They snaked their arms around each other, deepening the kiss.
Iris pulled back first and smirked. But it wasn't the evil smirk of her sister. It was soft, warm and inviting. "You're rusty, Feenie."
Phoenix grinned wryly, "I am your apprentice. Teach me." Iris dragged him back down into another jaw-aching kiss.
Nobody seemed to hear the THUNK that echoed through the room over all the sounds people were making.
"Awwww…" Long, drawn out sighs from several of the women was interrupted by *gag**gag**gag* Must you gag, Trucy?
"Nngghh, Ms. Oldbag, stop! N-nggghhhooooh!"
"MR. NICK! No, let go, Mystic Maya! He's supposed to be kissing you!"
"Ouch! Why did you punch me, kitten?"
"I'm sorry! I just felt like hurting someone all of a sudden!"
"RAWR!" a loud, rather convincing, snarl cut through the cat-calls from what band members were left on stage.
Phoenix and Iris broke the kiss, and turned, like everyone else, to find the source of the snarl. Many people looked to Lang. "It wasn't me. Lang Zi says: "A wolf that interrupts another's howl is an insolent fool." Did Franziska write these?
"It wasn't meeeeeeeee!" Ron cowered behind Kay.
"How could you Iris?" A sobbing Larry dropped to his knees.
*CRACK*
"You insolent fool!" Maybe she did write them. "How could you interrupt such a beautiful moment with such a vulgar noise?"
*CRACK**CRACK**CRACK*
"Well they don't seem to care," Apollo pointed out. "They're making out like nothing happened." And sure enough, Phoenix and Iris's lips were locked, yet again.
A/N: Okay! A little bit shorter than usual, but I hope it was still good. Polly and Franzy would be so cute! Although wrong in every way. Next is Polly/Franzy (duh) or Edgey/Maya. I think Edgeworth and Maya would be an awesome couple, so don't hate. R&R please! BAI!
