Title: Beautiful Days

Summary: "I truly wish to protect those beautiful days… even if one hundred years were to pass." The weeks following Bridge to the Turnabout and the aftereffects of that final trial. Oneshot. No non-canon ships included.

Characters: Phoenix W./Nick, Maya F., Miles E., Franziska vK.

A/N: I love the AA anime so much. It adds so much to all of the characters. Season 2, especially.

Also, if there are any bilinguals here, I apologize for any mistranslations. I pulled from several sources while attempting to combine it in a way that sounded natural and flowed in English. I hope you all enjoy this little song-fic!

Beautiful Days

It all started against the backlight

We blindly searched and found each other's hands

The long night greets the…

Morning sun...

The sky shimmers while the birds sing

Monday, February 11, 2019, 7:00 A.M. ~ Wright & Co. Law Offices

The office's door unlocked with a click. Maya Fey gently pushed it open and plopped herself down on the couch. She let out a sigh.

She lazily picked up the remote and flicked on the TV.

"Cloudy, with a high of 47 and a low of 31, so not quite getting warmer yet." Maya groaned loudly. Why does Nick watch such boring drabs like this? They always talk about bad news!

"The public is still reeling from a trial last week in which a prosecutor was accused and arrested on a count of murder." The newswoman curtly spoke. Maya sat up suddenly, locking her eyes on the screen. "Ace Attorney, Phoenix Wright was able to pursue this prosecutor's guilt and convict him. Many details are still unknown to the public, however, what does this mean for our legal system?"

"I didn't know this case was so famous." Phoenix Wright said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head.

"Nick! Why are you here so early?" She gazed at the attorney. He paced over and sat himself down on the couch.

"Why are you here early, Maya? You never show up here before ten." He gazed into her irises. The blue orbs seemed to beg for help.

"I w-want to dedicate all my time to the office now, Nick. I don't know if I can go back to Kurain after what my aunt tried to do to me… what if there's someone else who wants to kill me? Maybe I should give the master position to Pea-."

"No." Phoenix cut her off, facing her head-on. "Morgan Fey has been defeated. She has never succeeded, just like her daughter. And if someone ever tries to lay a finger on you, I'll be there to put them in their place." Her arms fell to her sides.

"Nick…" He pulled her into a hug.

"Become the master, Maya. For Mia, your mother… and me." She held her mouth agape for a moment before smirking.

"I didn't know you cared so much, Nick. I guess I can become the master." She remarked offhandedly, holding her hand out.

"Thank you, Maya." He pulled away. "Now then, I haven't had breakfast. And even if you've had breakfast, you're probably hungry anyways." She nodded hopefully.

"Yup! Your treat!" She smirked. The lawyer forced a smile, though he couldn't halt the exasperated bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

The young spirit medium skipped chipperly out of the office, wearing a smile on her face. Phoenix followed her closely. A calm smile never left his face.

Oooh dear lord, ooohh

I cannot lie to myself or anyone else

That person's dear smiling face

Oh, what I would give to see it again!

Thursday, February 14, 2019, 8:00 P.M. ~ Room 1202 of the Prosecutor's Office

Miles Edgeworth jotted several notes down on the side of the document. How unsightly. If he wasn't operating on several missed hours of sleep, he'd certainly erase them. But now was not the time for cleaning up his notes.

The paperwork resulting from Prosecutor Godot's arrest was thrust onto him and Franziska due to their involvement in the case. He knew that the coffee-addict was far from invested in his role as a prosecutor, but he never expected that he was this behind on his paperwork. Behind enough to put a lazy college student during finals week to shame.

Suffice to say, Edgeworth was tired. Being neck-deep in paperwork was never pleasant, and the sheer amount of it was truly appalling. His mind began to drift off…

Only to be snapped back to reality by his office's door being shoved open.

"Miles Edgeworth. I can excuse you being a foolish fool of a man most of the time, but when you forgot about dinner with your big sister after a long day of filing the paperwork left behind by that coffee-high fool!" She seethed, clenching her whip tightly.

"Ah, my apologies, Franziska. I seem to have lost myself in the mound of paperwork suddenly shoved onto my back." He stood up. "Would you still be fine with a belated dinner?" Edgeworth questioned.

"A late dinner is better than no dinner, I suppose. But make it quick. If I don't finish this paperwork quickly, I will grow rusty as a prosecutor. That will not do, Miles Edgeworth. A prosecutor must be in top shape before any given trial."

"That's very true, Franziska." He met her at the doorway. "Now then, shall we depart?"

The two walked down a meandering road to their restaurant of choice. An odd energy filled the air; one foreign to the two prosecutors. Several street signs had been set to light up bright pink, and the thin nighttime mist made it appear as though they were in a pink-colored cloud. Several stalls were open with roses displayed at varying prices.

"The customs of this country are so very bizarre," Franziska remarked snidely.

"I second this. Though I can see why certain people would see it as charming… Such as Wright and Larry." He sighed.

"Why you're friends with those two, I will never understand." Franziska shook her head.

"It's because their idealism is comforting to me." Edgeworth chuckled. "You may call me naive or foolish, but it manages to calm the mind, in a way. Even though Larry's sheer stupidity at times may push me over the edge, I have to concede that his sheer confidence is somewhat inspiring… even if it's given to the wrong people."

"The fact that you can see anything good in that absolute fool of a witness is beyond me!" Franziska seethed, gritting her teeth.

"That's all besides the point. Yes, he's an abhorrent excuse of a witness, and he may be a womanizer, but he's confident in his own foolishness. Yet, he still seeks improvement."

"I can't believe you'd defend him!" Franziska declared, stretching her whip.

"I suppose I do owe him for allowing me to prolong the trial," Edgeworth smirked widely. "Moreover, despite how absolutely frazzled we were by his… painting, it turned out that it was actually somewhat accurate."

"Only after Phoenix Wright had managed to decode it!" Franziska declared, seething.

"Indeed. And he was the only one who could decode it. He did spend most of his upbringing with Larry." Edgeworth sighed. "But enough speaking of my own friendships, Franziska. Shall we focus on enjoying a nice dinner?"

"Very well then, Miles Edgeworth. I'm certain we both need a break from everything after the chaos that was the past few days." The maroon clad prosecutor smirked.

"Truly."

I will protect the beautiful days

Even after 100 years!

When I reminisce of those dear old days

I remember the season dearest to me

Date & Time Unknown ~ The Pool of Human Souls/The Twilight Realm

Diego Armando crossed his arms, placing a hand on his head. Much to his shock, he was met with the warm, softness of flesh instead of the cold metal that typically occupied his face. He felt his face with his hands, carefully examining every corner of it. No sign of any mask.

"Diego…" A feminine voice caught his ears as he flipped his head up to lock eyes with the love of his life. He let out a wry chuckle.

"So, I've already passed on, eh?" He grinned at the former lawyer before him. "Sorry, kitten. I failed everyone. If it wasn't for Wright, it all would've gone to waste." He mimicked his chuckle from earlier, averting his eyes from the brown-haired beauty.

"Are you seriously going on about this, Diego?" Mia Fey declared, placing her head in her palm. "If you're really sorry, just please make it about the right things…" The coffee-enthusiast held a hand out instinctively, grabbing a non-existent mug.

"Wh-what do you mean, k-kitten?" He muttered, confused.

"I don't know… killing my mother?" She offered, to which the prosecutor-turned-defense attorney went as stiff as a board.

"I… have no justification. I was… selfish. I cannot bring myself to ask for forgiveness. I can only offer my apologies and hope that you remember me not as the bitter as overdone coffee man that was Godot, but rather as the smooth, creamy blend that was Diego Armando." Mia shook her head.

"Jeez… all these years, and you really haven't changed a bit. Why do you have to be so… melodramatic?" She shook her head. "Though, I guess that's what I like about you, Diego." A gentle blush crept onto her cheeks. She straightened her back and faced the former prosecutor, and though she was much shorter, her posture exuded overwhelming confidence that made her seem to tower over him.

"My mother… wasn't living a happy existence. Her days were spent somberly, reminiscing over what she did and regretting what she didn't do." Mia shut her eyes tightly. "I think… she went along with your crazy plan because she wanted to die."

"Nearly twenty years in isolation…" He muttered softly.

"In the end, none of it matters anymore. Now then, Diego, shall we move on? I've spent a while waiting for you." She held out her arm, to which the prosecutor-lawyer graciously accepted. The two linked arms and strode away, smiling chipperly. And though their days were over, the future would still be beautiful.

A/N: I'm really proud of how this one turned out. As a huge fan of the AA anime, I loved writing to the tune of the final ending theme. Not only is it a beautiful piano piece, but it's also pretty damn catchy.

I'm not an incredible writer by any stretch of the imagination, and I don't know if I did the Miego part Justice, but if nothing else, I'm proud of how this one turned out. Stay safe everyone!

Cheers,

Muhammad Sban