AN: Hey everyone! Hope you all are doing well! Time for the next installment...this one was a kinda experiment for me. I've been working on it for some time debating about how I wanted it to turn out, as some of ya'll been asking about the Milyn ship. With some thought, I decided to take a bit of a risk here with it.
Consider the long update a present since my birthday coming up in 2 days and nothing really makes me happier than to continue writing this story :). As usual, thanks for all of your support over the past few years, for old and new readers alike! Next chapter we reach the peak of the infamous case from seven years ago. And what follows... *insert suspense theme* Lol, beyond that I've been thinking of making an ebook on fanfiction, because unlike original writing it has its own set of rules. But we'll see. Anyway, enjoy! Thank you as always for reading!
YAY: Haha, thanks! Glad it can give you some joy. Good luck with your exams!
Spacegoodra: I agree, he's what I call a huge dork xD.
Aster's Descendants: Dun dun dun...we'll see what happened soon...
Gilgamesh The King of Heroes: We shall soon see. Glad you enjoy her character! I had started watching it in Japanese, but I couldn't get with it. The first opening theme, made me laugh so hard because it used so many anime opening cliches lol. Really liked the 2nd op, though. Now, that the English is out and I enjoy the voices, I'll try it again.
TaekiAnahazu: You're not too far off. Hm, well that could be true. She could have waited until after the fiasco happened...
DJJ680: Hey, it's always the right time to be nude :P.
Magelove: No, Kristoph is a challenging opponent. There's no way this mess would be easy :P. Expect the unexpected...
A-nervous-fan: Thanks, glad to be back! That's what I was hoping for with the knowledge of some events. We're going to find out the answers to some of these questions soon! You're probably not wrong about Edgeworth lol ;)...
trilbybard: Woo! Yay for updates! YOU'RE WELCOME ;)!
AceAttorneyFantic: Lol, I'm pretty sure he concealed everything, mask included before going in, to look like a normal person xD. The answer to that will soon be revealed. LMAO, maybe ;).
NNinja: Hey, thanks! I enjoy reading your reviews a lot, so good to see them again ;). I don't think Lyn did either ;). Soon we'll see!
GlaresThatKill: Yes, updates! I'm glad because it's always fun to go back and replay the series. Lol I did use legit dialogue from the game in this one with the meeting of Drew Misham. Thanks!
OBSERVER01: Glad you think so. It probably is haha XD.
Jack54311: Thank you! Haha, he might XD.
Val: Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it!
bwburke94: Of course, I had this as a possibility, but I didn't like it for a few reasons. I would need a really good excuse to not have Klavier running the trial when he was already invested in it. He really wanted to face Kristoph, but even when that didn't happen he still chose to debut against Phoenix. And well, if I were Klavier, why wouldn't I? It's a good way to build a reputation (as a prosecutor), especially if you have an ego like he did. But let's say Lyn asked to take the trial and Klavier said yes, or she did something to get him out of the way. It's not really the safest move because she's putting herself DIRECTLY in the line of fire. Lyn's idea was to try to stay as far away from it as possible (but for all the good that's done now hehehe). And well, it would have been boring for me to write.
Lily Fey: Same here ;)! Yeah, it was a bit of a challenge to get through because I'm thinking a lot this stuff we all already know...but it's kinda necessary lol. So I did my best. Thanks for the compliment! Glad you enjoyed it! Well, actually this is where things are gonna pick up. As to whether or not I'll continue writing this or do a sequel...up in the air, but I still got A LOT of plans for where this story is gonna go ;-). Thanks for sticking with it!
JordanPhoenix: She has it all xD. Lol well, keep reading and you'll find out ;-). Lol that's fair. I really love Apollo Justice for taking a huge risk with some interesting implications, even though there were some headscratchers... I actually haven't decided yet with Misham, it'll be interesting to see where the pieces fall this time around.
To me, that's the only thing that makes sense. In my head, I've analyzed it like so based on the evidence in the future when we see "Shadi Smith". 1) Zak has the rights to Magnifi's magic put in Trucy's name and 2) he writes a fake confession letter for Valant after realizing he made his life miserable after vanishing. To me, this shows he's not a total jerk; he just is only concerned with his clan, ie. Trucy and Valant. Meaning, he could give less of a rats ass about Phoenix or Kristoph, which I'm sure we can all agree is true.
I bet 100% that Zak was planning on ditching Kristoph as he did Phoenix in court to escape for a couple of reasons. Imagine you're being blackmailed after the accidental shooting/killing of your wife with your partner, leaving behind a child for you to raise alone. So Zak is on trial being accused of murdering his master who put him through hell BUT gave him the rights to his magic. Zak and Valant are like brothers in suffering, but there's also Trucy to think about.
Zak must be thinking of 2 potential outcomes: 1) he presents the rights to the magic and proves his innocence leading to Valant's conviction or 2) he presents the rights and gets convicted himself, most likely meaning he'll lose the intellectual property for himself, but more importantly Trucy. For him, he's damned if he does, damned if he doesn't. So, he picks a third option: escape court. He holds on to the rights and Valant doesn't get convicted.
I'm not going to put Zak ENTIRELY at fault for the situation because the more immediate cause was Valant for framing him in the first place. Root cause Magnifi. I imagine if Zak knew Valant had attempted to frame him, he might have just let him go to jail and shown the rights. Not like Zak knew about the fake either since Phoenix didn't really look at it much or present it to him.
Of course, there are some areas where the characterization is? But just some ideas, since in a way the fun part of Apollo Justice, in general, is how we were left to fill in some blanks and speculate for ourselves. Thanks a bunch ^^!
Silver4700: Thanks for the review! That was one of my major aims in writing this story, to show that an oc/ self-insert didn't have to be shitty. When it's this kind of story, the oc plays an important role, but they shouldn't be superpowered unless they work for it OR have severe flaws/weakness that hinders them... it'd be kinda lame if Lyn just flat out told everyone so easily. The ocs in my opinion, shouldn't really take the spotlight in fanfics since people read them for the characters they know and like, so I say lessen the oc's role or just put them on an equal footing for certain characters. Not godlike.
Thanks! I spent a lot of time planning the cases. The manor arc is probably my favorite out of everything I've written so far lol. Glad you enjoy the cases! Yeah, I know. When I can occasion, I go back and edit for grammatical errors. Okay, I'll think of where I can maybe break things up too. I'm glad you love Lyn and my characterizations of everyone! I try to make them seem more real and go beyond the stretch of the game. That's awesome! I hope to see your story on the site one of these days ^^. Glad you're enjoying the story and that I could inspire you to write an oc!
Smoogy21: Thanks so much for your kind review. It's really quite flattering to hear that you think this story is an inspiration to others. I started out with a simple idea in 2013, a very basic what if and a goal to prove that an oc/ self-insert story could be just as engaging as any other story. All because I've seen it done well with stories in other fandoms, so I asked why not? As I said in a response to another reader, I think it's important that the oc doesn't outshine the main cast...since that's really what we come to read about. Thanks so much.
FSOA: Thanks so much! Clue is my favorite arc in this so far haha. Hm, I started in 2013 so that's 5? 6? I'm no good at math, that's why I'm writing ;-). But yes, it's been a long time! And it's fun to look back and see how much this story has developed since then. Thanks for reading and sticking around for so long lol!
Ryo: Thanks! Glad you find it funny! Turnabout Manor was my favorite arc as well ;). Have an awesome day!
"M-Miles...?" Lyn's face switched from surprise to immediate embarrassment as her face flushed. She turned her head away from me, covering her perky breasts and the core of her being.
"W-who the hell are you?!" The man screamed, pointing his gun at me. "I-I'll shoot!"
I didn't move. I took a breath instead. What the hell did I walk into? This man was unhinged. I was more composed than the criminal. Even Lyn seemed to have it more together than this man who was shaking in his boots. Considering he was the one holding the weapon, he should have been far more in control.
"How dare you point a gun and strip a defenseless woman, especially in a prosecutor's office. You won't get away with this," I glared.
"S-shut up!"
He moved little by little. He approached me with wobbly hand on the gun. He turned to Lyn. "You can't hide that page forever, y-you know. I-It'll be found! And...and... then...you'll be next!"
The man ran out of the room, but not before knocking me into the wall.
"Ngh…" the man looked frail, but that shove had a force. I rubbed the back of my head which was now throbbing.
"...Are you alright?" Lyn asked quietly.
"Nevermind about me," I replied regaining my footing. "Are you alright? Did that man do anything to you?"
Lyn looked down, long legs crossed and arms covering her small bust. I saw the lighter colored scars upon her stomach, which marred her dark skin.
"...I'm alright. He couldn't find anything. The dumbass was so desperate to find it that he made me take everything off. Almost did a cavity check, but I managed to convince him of the sheer stupidity of it. As if a paper could be hidden up there...!"
She grunted to herself. "Uh," she raised her head, without looking me in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but...could you turn around, so I can get dressed?"
I turned my back to her immediately, feeling the heat rising in my face. I hadn't been staring, had I? It's...not like I could help it. I was stunned for more than one reason, I admit... But the whole scenario was so unexpected that I hadn't even thought… What could I think after walking in on such a scene? If not for the man holding a real gun, I might have thought it was some strange kink being played out or something. Because who expects their coworker to be naked in their office with a masked gunman at night?
I could hear the creaking of the floorboards and the rustling of the clothing being put on. Just what was going on? Why had some man stripped her down?
"You can look now. Just not too much," Lyn tried to joke. But it was clear that even though she was putting on a brave face; her body was trembling.
"What was that about? Something about a page?"
She got this intense look in her eyes along with a snarl. "Stay out of this, Miles," she said.
"What...?"
The woman folded her arms. "This is none of your business. I don't know why you were around here snooping anyway...but I'm fine. So just go away."
"Lyn, this is absurd. What the hell is going on? If you think I'm going away so easily, you'll be sadly mistaken," I said not backing down.
"Dammit...this is no good," she muttered to herself wiping her face with her right hand.
"If you won't tell me what's going on, perhaps the police can get you to talk," I said taking out my cell phone.
HOLD IT!
"D-Don't you dare!" Lyn pointed, rushing over towards me. "If...if you do...I'll never speak to you again! I'll hate you forever!"
"Lyn… a man just stripped you down in your own office and you expect me to act like everything is hunky dory without so much as an explanation? The police need to be call-"
She got closer to me and grabbed the arm holding the cellphone, squeezing the life out of it."Wait a second! I-I'll explain everything. Just don't call the cops right now! Please…you'll ruin everything if you do now!"
I didn't like this one bit. The police would be informed without a doubt, but the way it riled her so much...against my better judgment I wouldn't call right away. I wanted to know what was happening and why.
"Fine, I'll wait. But I want an explanation, now."
"Alright..." Lyn sighed, releasing my arm from her tight grip, allowing me to put my phone away. "That man was after some evidence that was supposed to be used in trial today. A forged piece of evidence, that is."
"Forged evidence?" My body tensed up. "What do you have to do with forged evidence?"
"I got nothing to do with it. I was just trying to help," Lyn said looking down at the floor briefly.
"Help with what?"
"That's as much as I'm saying to you," she snapped as she raised her hand to do a quiet coyote.
I was going to press on, but a look spread across her face that screamed panic. "Ah, shit..." she said, reaching into her pants pocket and pulling her cellphone. I watched as her fingers quickly bash the buttons on the phone before she pressed the device unsteadily against her ear. Just who was she calling now, that wasn't the police?
"Kay! Listen to me. Don't move. Stay exactly where you are, it's not safe...yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me...I'll pick it up from here...I really mean it. They don't know who you are and we need to keep it that way...thanks. I'll give you a heads up later."
The woman hung up with a sigh.
(Kay...just what was Kay doing involved with this mess?)
"Don't tell me Kay is a part of this fiasco too?" Why was I surprised? If anyone would follow along such insane scheme, it would be Kay. She'd be getting a piece of my mind later too.
Lyn didn't respond at all. It was as if I wasn't present. She stared off into space biting down on her lower lip. It was clear that getting answers from her wasn't going to be that easy.
LOGIC CHESS
In front of me the black two pieces, one rook, and a queen were floating around the darkened chess board.
Now, my goal was to expose what Lyn was hiding. However…. Lyn was a stubborn and at times explosive woman. It would be best to wait and see until she tired herself out.
(First, I'll ask about her goal.)
"What was your purpose for being in your office so late?" I asked.
She placed a hand on the side of her glasses, with a slight smile. "What, you don't think I'm capable of staying long hours like you?"
I just tapped my finger on my folded arm.
"Ugh. Don't be annoying like that. I can do what I want, alright?"
"..."
She removed her glasses and then twirled them in the air. "Listen, I'm a hard worker. I can be just as mature as you are!"
"I sincerely doubt that," I said relaxing my finger on my arm.
"H-hey! That's just mean!" Lyn said sweating bullets. "I'll have you know I've been working my ass off lately on my project."
(Project…she did mention something about this before. )
I closed my eyes briefly. "Mm. That's very unlike you, as you keep your head in the clouds on a regular daily basis. It must be a pretty important project."
"You bet. I'm staking a lot on getting it right...it needs to be perfect!" she said pumping a fist.
"Why?"
She cocked her head to the right. "Huh? What do you mean why?"
"If you had to choose a perfectionist, between the two of us, which one would you pick?" I queried.
"...Definitely you."
"So, if this an important project, that must perfect...I can only assume that this "project" isn't meant for you, but for someone else," I smirked.
"G-gah...!"
My piece hits the rook, swinging it around.
Lyn began to sweat, as she nervously wiped her glasses on her sleeve. "W-well, you know that means...nothing! Absolutely nothing! Not like you even know who it's for anyway."
"..."
(She's right. I don't know who she'd work for like this...I'll wait it out some more.)
"Yeah, so what? It's meant for someone else. Who cares? I'm just doing it to help them out. It's for a just cause."
"..."
"Ha. I bet if you knew you wouldn't believe. But he didn't believe me either...but none of it matters so long as he can keep doing what he does."
"..."
"That's why I haven't been hanging out with you as much, you know. I needed to collect my research," she said removing her glasses and spinning them for a second.
"Ah, I see. You've been working hard on this project for the sake of another .I suppose that all your time spent with Mr. Gavin wasn't frivolous after all."
Lyn put them back on. "Nope! I'm not really that much of a fan girl...was more of a Daryan fan honestly."
(But what information would he have that you couldn't get anywhere else...?)
I tapped my arm. "He knew about one thing you didn't. That thing being... Kristoph Gavin!" I pointed.
My piece slammed into the rook breaking it into pieces, as Lyn bit her lip down. "Nghh!"
"You were only chatting him up to get information on Kristoph Gavin, his older brother."
"Yeah. You got me. But so what? It still doesn't answer your other question, does it? As to whom I'm snooping for," Lyn grinned regaining her composure again. "Man, I spent so much time there... so much that he probably thinks I have a thing for him for real...ack."
(To figure out who this was for, I need to rethink this project.)
"You mentioned before that that man came in here looking for forged evidence," I started. "Why did you have it to begin with?"
She looked up for a moment. "I never wanted it really, but I had to take it. It would have been more chaos today than if I didn't."
"What do you mean by more chaos?"
"Well, that's..." she adjusted her glasses. "You know, I like when things are calm, you know? But who doesn't?"
(...She almost slipped up, I almost have her cornered.)
"Lyn."
"W-what?"
"How was your day today?"
The woman blinked in confusion. "Huh? What's this all of a sudden?"
"We don't see each other much. So how was it?"
"Uh. I mean, minus getting stripped down it was okay. Did a lot of running around and investigating leads I guess," she said placing a hand on the side of her glasses.
I smirked. " 'Investigating leads?' That's a step up from researching. I do suppose that could make for a more chaotic day."
"Shiiiiiiit..."
My piece hit the queen with intensity, spinning it around.
Lyn was sweating bullets. "W-well, it's for the project clearly..."
"Why of course it is. You don't investigate unless you're handling a trial. Which is your project..."
The queen goes flying once more.
"N-no...that's not true! I-it's not my trial! S-so you're wrong! Totally wrong!"
(...Forged evidence, investigating, and chaos...come to think about it, I did manage to hear quite a bit about chaos on the news earlier today.)
"I think you mean...I'm Wright," I smirk with my hand slightly extended. "As he's the one you wanted to help out!"
"Aahhhhh!" she yelled placing her hands on her head.
My piece destroyed the queen, shattering her completely.
Checkmate.
"Aw man...you suck..." Lyn pouted.
"So, what I understand is you've been looking to help Wright with a trial, or rather protect him from Kristoph Gavin."
She lowered her head with a sigh. "...You got it."
"I heard something crazy about a stink bomb or some foolishness happening at a trial he was involved in today..." I paused. "Don't tell me that was you?!"
"Ahaha. Little old me? ...Don't be silly," she smiled as she was pouring beads of sweat.
"Lyn..." I glared.
She raised both her hands up in defense. "Well, it wasn't just me haha. It's a lot for one person to take on, you know."
"So, you used Kay?"
Lyn nodded as she folded her arms. "Yeah. I needed another pair of fast hands and a layout of the courthouse."
"You do know that what you two did was illegal?"
"Wow. Total newsflash," she remarked rolling her eyes. "I'll just pay the fine. The court will just see it as a meaningless prank anyhow..."
"Unbelievable! How could you ever think of doing something like that especially with a teenager! If you two were caught, she'd definitely have a criminal record!"
OBJECTION!
Lyn folded her arms in defiance. "Hey, before you go on a high and mighty tirade, believe me when I say it was a necessary evil that had to be done."
"What?" I shook my head. "What reason did you need for that? You're out of your mind. Does Wright even know about this?"
"Tell me I'm out of my mind when I've stopped Mr. Wright from presenting forged evidence that would have cost him his badge!"
(...What? There's no way Wright would do anything like that.)
"Why would he-"
"Mr. Wright didn't forge the evidence. It was given to him right before trial. If he had shown it, that would have been the end," Lyn said. "And you want to know who forged it?"
"You're saying, Kristoph Gavin?"
She nodded furiously.
"And how do you know that?" I asked arms folded.
"Because I... it doesn't matter. I just know he's the only person who could have done it. It could only be Kristoph!" she exclaimed teeth barred.
I tapped my finger on my arm. This situation was sheer insanity...
"How do I know you're not just out for revenge? You and Kristoph don't exactly have the best track record."
"You can't be serious..." she looked exasperated. "Listen. The forged evidence was a diary page. The real page has rights to a will. Now, I know Mr. Wright wasn't the original defense lawyer for the case. Klavier had been excited to fight his brother, Kristoph in court. Not Wright. The client ended up dropping Kristoph and picking Mr. Wright as the attorney instead at the last minute. Now, tell me, does Mr. Wright have enough time to forge evidence right when the case is just newly assigned to him?"
I shut my eyes to think about it. "Without the necessary time for Wright to prepare for the case, him asking for the creation of a forgery is impossible."
"Exactly! And if the attorney before Mr. Wright was Kristoph, then he's the most culpable!" she said clenching her fists.
"But just what has Wright ever done to him to go to such lengths?"
"Who knows. Can we just leave it to him being a sick bastard?" she asked huffed up.
I still had plenty of questions...but the one questioned that lingered in my mind was how Lyn had all of this knowledge.
"Lyn, how do you know all of this? How did you know that these things were about to happen? Right before the incident at the bridge, the name of the airline attendant...just how do you have knowledge of these things?"
"Well, maybe I can tell you," the woman cast a vacant look up towards the left for a moment, before glancing at me with a faint smile. "...The truth is that I'm an alternate reality time traveler."
"... Why can't you just tell me the truth?" I asked in annoyance. That response made her bluff of being a psychic seem almost reasonable!
"Haha," she laughed rubbing the back of her head, looking away from me for a moment. "Sorry, I guess I couldn't resist a good joke. Anyway. Don't worry about how I know anything. What's important now is making tomorrow a success."
I tapped a finger on my arm. It was no use... I just didn't have anything to go on for the time being.
"Are you really intent on not calling the police to report this?"
"I'll do it once the trial is safely over and done with. If you were to have called earlier, it would have messed up the plan...I'd have to explain about the forgery and have it taken before trial tomorrow. I can't risk it when it could be a good chance to indict Kristoph on something."
"...I'm going to trust that you keep your word," I said, still unsure of the whole situation. "What is your next plan for this evening, Ms. Schemer?"
"Well, Mr. Authority Figure, I was about to go home...that is, until I realized home is probably not safe to return to tonight," she frowned slightly.
"You're not going anywhere alone after that. You can come to my house."
Lyn turned her head and looked at me, nose wrinkled in disgust. "Absolutely not. You're not involved."
I was about to protest, but Lyn stroked her chin for a moment before speaking. "If you're so insistent on following me, I'm going to the Gatewater Hotel."
I grunted. "You mean, we're going to the Gatewater. And I'm driving."
Lyn said nothing but chose to express her annoyance by shooting me a dirty look before rudely shoving past me to flip the light switch by the door. "Hurry up."
I walked outside her office as she slammed the door in a huff, locking it with the key she pulled from her pants pocket. Once finished, the woman whizzed down the hall without so much as taking a glance at me. It would add to already aggravated person, except for the fact that she was still considerate enough to run towards the stairs instead of the elevator. I ran after her as to not waste any more time.
April 19th, 10:36 PM
Gatewater Hotel
After a nearly silent drive in Miles' car, we arrived at the hotel and booked a room from the few they had available. Being the stubborn mule he was, Miles insisted on paying for it. I was too tired to argue about it, so just let it happen. It was only one floor up, with the stairs plain in sight. We entered to the blandness of an average room, with two beds covered in beige sheets and pillows. There were two green chairs at a wooden table by the window with its curtains shut. Additionally, there were a couple of cheesy paintings hung up and a dresser in the main room.
Once the door was shut, the snooty prosecutor folded his arms. I paid it no mind. I had to call Phoenix. I dropped to the bed closest to the door like a sack of potatoes. With a shaky arm, I reached for my phone, pulled up Phoenix's number from my contacts list, and pressed the cold thing against my ear.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring...
My stomach was doing cartwheels and summersaults like a world-class gymnast.
(Just pick the damn thing up already! I'd lose my shit if something happened to you...)
The phone continued to ring a few more times until FINALLY, I heard a confused voice pick up.
"Lyn? What's up? Why are you calling so late?"
I could breathe again. "Thank God...Are you still at your office?"
"Yeah, I was just about to go home-"
"Don't go home. Some man came after me about the diary page-"
"...Wh-what?! Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm with Miles now, so I'm fine. I'm afraid that guy might come after you next. Right now, meet me in the Gatewater Hotel, room 201. I can explain everything to you when you show up."
"I see...I won't be long. See you soon."
I hit a button, hanging up the phone. I lied down on my back fully for a moment and then sprang my torso up to sit properly. I looked at Miles. He wasn't saying a thing. I didn't know what to say at this point so I just kept to myself.
What a fucking night.
After the detention center, I went off to hide the page. I thought I was being sneaky- I never caught on to anyone following me. I even went to a few unrelated locations to try to throw any potential snoops off the trail too...well, at the very least that probably worked. As far as I know, that guy would no way in hell be able to get the page where I put it. I'm certain that it's safe. Too bad I couldn't say that for myself...but hey, it did beat being stabbed over and over like last time.
I sighed.
What a fantastic point of comparison. At least I didn't get stabbed... how much more absurd and dangerous could my life get? How low could it go? Gee, at least I didn't get stabbed. Next, it will be, well, at least I wasn't strip searched...
After a long time mulling that over, I decided it was probably better to stop thinking and maybe try to start some conversation instead. "Uh, so, anyway, how are things?"
Miles looked at me with the coldest steely glare I'd ever seen...and I mean, he has some cold ones. This looked like I was being sent out into the cold confines of space with a spacesuit.
"Hey...don't look at me all scary like," I said as beads of sweat began pouring down from my forehead. "I mean, I do wish we weren't meeting under these circumstances."
"Then don't do such stupid things, that I have to save you from," he huffed.
"Whoever asked you to save me? I am perfectly alright," I said furrowing my brows. "You're the one poking your nose into my business like a helicopter parent."
He recoiled. "Helicopter parent? Say that to me again when you haven't been in some kind of mess that required clean up."
"Excuse me?" I stood up, pointing a finger at him. "Don't get all high and mighty when you've done things that are just as reckless."
"Like what?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh, I don't know, maybe something like chasing after an assassin and then getting yourself poisoned. Oh, and not to mention leaving us all to believe that you were dead! Followed by us having to worry about you when you acted like a madman for days!"
"That was different-"
OBJECTION!
"No, it's not! It's the same damn thing. You wanted to help everyone. And so do I."
"I never tried to derail the legal process-"
"And I didn't show everyone on the hospital floor my penis!"
There a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Ngh...Must you bring that up out loud?"
I smirked.
(I still got it.)
Just as I was about to make another snide remark, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Uh, is it safe to come in?" called the muffled voice of Phoenix on the other side. Looking at Miles, I could see that the blushing intensified. I snorted to myself. Had been standing there long enough to hear the last part...? Edgeworth would never. Ever. Live. This. Down. If, indeed Phoenix had heard our little squabble...
"Coming!" I said with a huge grin as I trotted to the door. I unlocked it pretty quick. "Yep, come right on in."
"Thanks," Phoenix said entering the room as I locked up behind him. He came soon like he said with nothing besides his suitcase. He placed a hand on the back of his head, grinning awkwardly as he made eye contact with Miles. "Uh, hey there, Edgeworth."
The magenta clad prosecutor couldn't bring himself to speak. He just grasped his arm, looking away from the attorney.
(Ohoh. There's no way he didn't hear it. He totally did.)
"Err, hope I wasn't interrupting anything important," the Phoenix said, sitting his suitcase on the ground by the table.
"Nope! Nothing at all," I smiled, ready to rub salt in the open wound. "Just the usual squabble between a girl who gets into trouble on a regular daily basis and a guy who likes to whip out his dick like a badge!"
"LYN!" Edgeworth exploded. I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from laughing so hard. Miles looked like a fruit salad, but if the fruit salad only consisted of strawberries, cherries, and cranberries.
Phoenix could only blink in confusion. "Gee, when did you become an exhibitionist, Edgeworth? You seem far from the type to just expose himself...ack! Definitely, don't want to even imagine that..."
"Nghh... Wright, ignore everything that impish woman said!" Miles fumed. He turned to me. "If not for the events that have just transpired tonight, I'd take upon myself to murder you in cold blood!"
"Ha...hahahahahaha! And...phff...then what? You'd go to jail, wouldn't you?" I asked as tears were streaming from my eyes.
"...I'd willingly murder you and prosecute myself without an ounce of guilt nor shame," he glared.
(Buahaha...lord he looks completely serious about it...)
"Ahaha. Well, anyway, Mr. Wright. Let's move on to more important matters," I said wiping the wetness away.
"...Right. Not that I enjoy hearing that you were attacked again, but I'd rather hear that than hear about Edgeworth's nudity."
Miles looked ready to die. I snorted. It was mean of me, but it was hard to resist tormenting him sometimes.
"Yeah, so after we split up, I left the page in my special spot. I eventually went to my office and hung out there for a while, that is until some masked man with a gun came in, demanding I give up the page."
"What happened then?"
"Well, of course, I wasn't showing him where it was. He tore up my whole office. He even made me strip down! And uh, then Miles came in. And I guess maybe that scared the guy off."
Phoenix's jaw hung wide open. "I'm sorry...that must have been terribly violating. What did the police say?"
"Lyn demanded that they not be informed this evening," Miles said, perhaps starting to recover from his embarrassment.
"What? Why?"
"Hey, hey. I totally know what I'm doing!" I said adjusting my glasses. "If they were to arrive tonight...the whole plan is fucked, you understand? They'll ask about a fake page that hasn't even been revealed yet. I'd have to give it up...and then explain how I even knew how it was intended to be used. I'm certain that the man coming after me was part of Kristoph's plan to derail us. It's bad news for him if that page is traced back to him. So if we can pin it to him, we could have something to fight with. So, I won't report anything at least until we get through tomorrow's trial."
"Wright, did you put her up to this?"
"Huh? Me? No way. I had no idea about any of this until Lyn dragged me out of court today after the stink bombs went off."
Miles shot me a glare yet again. I could only shrug.
"And you actually believe her?"
"Well, don't get me wrong. All of it is a little hard to believe," Phoenix said stroking his chin. "But my magatama hasn't detected any lies about the events that could take place...the only thing it reacts to is the how Lyn knows of this supposed future."
I sighed. "I know it's weird, but can you drop it, Miles?"
The prosecutor folded his arms and closed his eyes for a moment. "Wright."
"Yeah?"
"See if your magatama reacts," Edgeworth started. He turned to me once more. "Are you a spy?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm not."
"Are you a psychic?"
I sheepishly grinned. "Haha, was kidding about before...not psychic in the slightest."
"She's telling the truth," said Phoenix watching me closely.
"Listen. Like I've said, I've seen a bad future for Mr. Wright. One where he loses his badge and career for 7 years. I just...don't want to see it happen. It's unfair to him and anyone he could have helped in that time frame. I really just want to help," I rubbed my temples. "How I know it all, it's...complicated. I'll do my best to explain it when you both are ready for it, and I guess when I'm ready for it. It would be too much of a distraction for you now to hear the truth. The only thing I'm gonna ask is that you trust me. Just trust me till this whole thing blows over. Please."
"Edgeworth..." Phoenix began.
The magenta clad prosecutor sighed. "Fine. I'll forget it, for the time being. But when the time comes, I demand an adequate explanation."
"Okay, mom," I replied tongue in cheek. I thought I heard him mutter 'brat' under his breath somewhere. "Well, since you had to get yourself involved, you're involved now. So you're going to be my next helper!"
"No, thanks."
"Um, your best friend's life is on the line. You'd be a pretty shitty friend, in my opinion, if you didn't help out."
"I agree," said Phoenix with a slight smirk. "Would you really just abandon little ole me right now?"
"...You two shouldn't spend any more time together if you're going to gang up on me," Miles grumbled.
I turned to Phoenix with a huge grin, offering my hand for a high five. "We should totally hang out more often if only to make fun of Miles."
He slapped my hand, with a chuckle. "I don't see why not."
"Don't you dare," Miles glared at the two of us. "Just what am I supposed to 'help' with anyway? It'd better not be anything illegal either."
"No, it's nothing bad. If tomorrow doesn't work out, I want you to help me vouch for Mr. Wright. Oh and uh, I'm going to need a ride early tomorrow morning to the secret location...since you drove us here and my car is still in the lot."
"I suppose I can do that much."
"Nice! Team save the badge is a go go!" I said pumping a fist up.
"Why are you getting so excited? I'm not doing much."
"Well, it's cause I'll probably ask for more favors later, hehe. But even if I don't and everything goes horrifically wrong, you have some sway in the courts, you know? And you've done plenty of cases with Mr. Wright and know he's not a lowlife."
"So, the plan remains the same for tomorrow?" asked Phoenix. "You'll bring the page?"
"Yep! I'll have it later in court."
"Just don't get attacked by some madman again..."
"Don't worry! I'll just use Miles as my personal bodyguard!"
The demon prosecutor just rolled his eyes at me.
"...That's hard to imagine," said Phoenix.
"Mr. Edgeworth protected me from an assassin before. So, even for all the lame things he does normally, that was the coolest thing he's ever done for me!"
"What lame things...?"
Phoenix looked at Miles incredulously. "Seriously, Edgeworth? You fought a trained killer?"
"It was nothing," he shrugged like it was no big deal. Yet, to a certain degree, I could tell he was a wee bit smug about it. "It's like how you decided to run across a burning bridge in a sense."
"Yeah! And even better was how he believed he was the Steel Samurai!"
"Lyn...don't even go there. Or should I tell him about your flatulence that was so odious, that it cleared the entire room, that stunk worse than a decomposing dead body?" he asked with a smirk.
I flushed. "H-hey!"
The attorney couldn't stop laughing. He wiped away a tear from his eye. "When did all of that happen?"
Much to Edgeworth's chagrin, I began to tell the story about what happened in the summer at the manor with all the details...
"Are you satisfied now, Wright? Have not heard enough of my humiliation?"
Phoenix was still chuckling, envisioning all that happened. "Probably not, but I have to be up early for court tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep."
"Of course," I nodded.
"Uh, is it okay if I sleep in one of the beds?" Phoenix asked.
"Don't ask, just do it. It just means I'll take the other bed," I said with a smirk. "If Miles wants a bed, he can sleep with you."
"Absolutely not," he said. "I'm not reliving our elementary school sleepovers."
"Agreed," said the attorney sweating bullets. "Your feet are too cold."
"At least I don't kick everything in my sleep," Miles retorted.
"Hey, I need space to stretch out. Better than a certain someone who drools all over the place..."
"You must mean Larry because you're certainly not talking about me."
I listened to their bickering for some time in amusement. It was just like listening to an old married couple. But, we all had important things to do for tomorrow, so I put an end to the debate.
"So are we still planning on sleeping? Or are you guys gonna argue all night?" I asked with a chuckle.
They both answered with noncommittal grunts, still not finished bickering. Phoenix removed his shoes, undid his tie, and removed his jacket, tossing them into one of the chairs nearby before climbing into the bed on the far side of the room.
Miles stood, eyeing the chair and the other bed, which I had claimed. "I suppose I'll stay in the chair."
I shook my head. "No way, just get in bed."
"For the last time, I'm not sharing with Wright-"
I released a deep sigh. "Just share the bed with me, you dummy."
The demon prosecutor's mouth hung slightly open at my suggestion. He stared me down for a minute or so and then turned his back to me, heading to the chair.
"It's fine I'll just sleep here-"
"Oh, phooey. You don't want to sleep in the chair. It's written all over your face," I said rolling my eyes. "Stop acting like I have cooties or something."
A snicker could be heard on the far side of the room.
"What's so funny, Wright?" Miles snapped. He was flushing slightly.
"Nothing, Edgeworth," Phoenix said keeping his thoughts to himself. "Just go to bed. There have been enough arguments for today, haven't there?"
"...Hn. I suppose."
With a sigh, he took off his shoes, jacket, and cravat placing them in the chair that wasn't holding Phoenix's things. Miles approached the empty bed with slow footsteps.
"I'm turning out the lights," I announced as I headed to the side of the door where the light switch was located. With a quick flip, the room was covered in a thick layer of darkness, that took a few moments to get adjusted to. I swallowed a little. I felt my way towards the bathroom. Once inside, I flipped on the light, partly shutting the door enough so the light wouldn't be obnoxious, but dim enough to see. Hotel rooms were a little too dark for my tastes. And in case anyone needed to get up in the middle of the night it would be a good idea to have on, instead of fumbling around.
With the bathroom acting as my lighthouse, I made my way back to the bed and kicked my shoes off. Miles had chosen the far right side of the mattress to occupy.
"See, that wasn't so hard, right?" I asked as quietly as possible. The only response I received a 'tch'. I rolled my eyes, as I pulled back the tightly tucked in covers on my side of the bed. I climbed in, surprised to feel a softer than expected bed. Maybe this place was somewhat high scale after all. Though, it creaked a bit as I shuffled around trying to find a good position to fall asleep in. But it was a crazy idea that I could fall asleep like this anyway.
After a few moments of stillness, we all said goodnight.
I stayed on the far left side of the bed, my back turned to Miles. How could I fall asleep when I was sharing a bed with him? Of course, I was the one to insist on it. But I only suggested it because it would be wrong for him to have an uncomfortable night in a chair on my account. Beyond that, maybe this was a bad idea.
...He saw me naked.
The blood rushed to my face. It hadn't totally set in. But he had seen...well everything... Besides embarrassed, I had no idea how the hell to feel about it. On one hand, I got an eyeful last summer. But Christ. I would never have dreamt that this would happen...ever. The last thing I'd ever think about is, yeah, Miles Edgeworth, prosecuting genius saw me naked. And not in a normal context. Whatever that means. And worse...I have no idea what he thought about it, ignoring the insanity of a masked man stripping me down in the office...I mean, uh, I hoped I didn't look ugly...
On the other side of the room, I heard Phoenix lightly snoring. I have never envied someone as much as I did him at this moment. I turned on my sides every few minutes. In any other circumstance, I'm sure this would have been heaven to sleep on.
"Lyn, can you stop moving around so much?" Miles asked in a low voice.
"Sorry...I'll try, but no guarantees," I said matching his quietness. I turned on my side once more, to face his back. "It's your fault anyway."
"How?"
"You were the one who insisted on following me here. I could have had a nice comfy bed to myself…" I yawned.
The prosecutor turned on his side to face me. I could tell he was irritated. "I didn't know what mess you've gotten yourself into, but I knew that I shouldn't leave you alone."
"Why? I told you to leave me alone a while ago."
"We're friends."
"Are we really? You are always pressuring me to tell everything, but a lot of times I don't know even have a clue as to what's going on in your head. So how can I really know?"
He paused. Though it was difficult to see in the dark, I could see he searching for an answer.
"My actions should tell you."
Internally, I groaned. Yes, I knew he was absolutely a man of action. As much as we get on each other's nerves and the times I've been...less than great, he's always been there for me. But still...
"...Sometimes I need to hear things too because how can I know for sure? How can I know that you won't abandon me if you got what you wanted? If you really knew everything about me?" I imagined what if he actually believed me earlier? What then? Would he be upset? Would he even care about me if he found out I was some...imposter?
"I won't leave," he said.
I frowned. I...really wanted that to be true. But for now, it didn't seem possible. It was just better to turn over and force myself to be still... Just as I started to, a warm hand touched my shoulder.
"Lyn, listen to me. I won't go. I... do care about you," he paused. "But I need to know the truth."
"Why? What is so awful about an omission?"
"We're prosecutors. You should know-"
"Stop," I said running a hand down my face. "For me, right now, we're not prosecutors. We're just people. Can we just be people for a change? Can I hear from Miles the human being and not the crime-fighting machine Mr. Edgeworth ?"
Of course, I played the games. Of course, I knew the character. But just how on earth could anyone around him have secrets? Let alone privacy, with his relentless pursuit of the truth? Could he even the see the benefits of a lie from time to time...? There was such a thing as too honest.
He sighed and took my hand off my shoulder. "The truth...is important because I never want to live a lie. Not anymore. Can you imagine living most of your life out as a lie?"
(...I guess, at least as of right now, I can.)
"...Believing that you've murdered your own father. Believing that the man who raised you did it out of goodness. Only to be revealed as falsehoods, that I wasted time believing in. Surely, you must understand...how much that hurt."
I didn't know what to say to that. It was really the first time he talked about his background with me. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not saying it for pity," he said sharply.
"Miles..."
He continued. "I wish that people were more honest. It's hardly ever the case. But one way or another, the truth will be exposed. I believe it is better sooner revealed than later."
I felt a knot in my throat, as I swallowed. This certainly wasn't helping my case, that's for sure. "I wonder."
"What?"
"I understand why you say that. But at the same time...I'm don't think having a lie is all bad," I paused. "A work of fiction is technically a lie, correct?"
"Yes. It's not real."
"Right. It's true that fiction isn't real. The characters, backgrounds, and their stories may not be real for the people viewing the story. But...it's real to the characters in the work, right? And well, people looking at the fiction...they get emotionally invested. Why else would they keep watching otherwise? I'd argue that those feelings are real."
"...What exactly are you getting at?"
I wasn't even entirely sure of what I was getting at. "That... maybe a lie can be helpful. That even if it's not real, it still inspired something in you. That it's not all bad sometimes...I've idolized people. People who I thought I knew, but… turned out to be something else entirely. That's the thing with people, we normally aren't what we say we are. Yet, I still remember the things they stood for before the unveiling. So maybe that lie can turn out to be something good."
"That and we'd be out of jobs if everyone told the truth all the time," I mused to myself with a stupid laugh.
Miles remained in quiet contemplation.
"Uh, sorry. You should probably forget all of that," I muttered. I was just rambling on like I always did, in some hopes that everything would be okay.
I got a glimpse of the gray eyes staring directly at me in the dark. Though I could not read the expression, I saw those eyes. Eyes that made me feel more vulnerable than being naked in front of some stranger.
"Then just who are you?" he asked. "Are you the truth or a lie?"
Truth or a lie? I didn't know. I was better left as ambiguous...
"I'll let you decided for yourself. You always figure things out anyway," I said dodging the question. "The truth is a... bit complicated."
He inched closer to me. "So, I'll just have to unravel you."
"Something like that," I said. I began to turn away. But he pulled me right back, making me look at him, this time far closer than before. Close enough that I could stroke his cheek if I wanted. My heart beat a little faster.
"For how long do you intend to run from me?"
"...Until you catch me."
And no sooner. I'd let it hover over us. Hovering, just as he was now as he shifted his body over mine. He looked down at me, hair dangling from his head, so close that it tickled my forehead.
"Miles...?"
"You always have to make things difficult for me, don't you?" he breathed deeply.
"S-sorry," I stammered out, unsure of what else to say. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. My heart, a ticking time bomb. I didn't dare move.
"Believe me, soon you'll be caught."
I swallowed hard. He sounded determined...and something else. I was mixed up. I wanted to run. Run so far away that no one, not even he could find me. Yet, at the same time, I never wanted to leave.
He sighed. "You drive me up a wall. I never know what's going to happen with you next. If you're going to get hurt or even worse..."
Now, I felt guilty. I wanted him out of the whole debacle because I didn't want him to be targeted. I hadn't really thought of anything else, like how he'd be concerned about my well being.
"Even if I was a bad person? You'd still worry?"
"I can't believe you're a bad person. Confusing, yes. A nuisance, quite. Reckless, indubitably. But I still, somehow, trust in your goodness."
I could be somewhat relieved. I smiled. "Ah, yes how could I doubt your belief in me, when you must always chastise me, nag me, and boss me around like my mother?"
"Lyn..." he started with that tone akin to, 'you little brat'. It was my favorite thing to hear.
"I missed you," I said.
"...I missed you as well."
No one spoke for some time.
"Um, Miles?"
"What?"
"Why are you...over me?"
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked mockingly.
"Uh, well, when people are positioned like this they normally...do something?" I flushed.
"Do you want me to do something?"
"Ah, uh, yes. No, wait. No... I don't know..." I babbled. How the hell could I think of what to say when he was looking down at me like this?
He laughed quietly at my confusion.
"Quit teasing me," I pouted.
"Mm, not so nice when you're on the receiving end, is it?"
"Hmph," I said. "Well, what if I did say I wanted you to do something? Would you do it?"
"Depends on what it is. Do you have something in mind?"
The way he was asking was so playful and yet intense somehow. Just what was he thinking? Of course, I did have something in mind. But should I even ask? What if he'd just reject it? Just laugh at me? But what could I do in this position, being practically underneath him? How could I not think of things? I knew what I wanted, but it was, it was asking for the impossible, wasn't it? Just like that time before where I did that stupid thing, thinking, hoping, I'd have some kind of chance.
Words weren't coming out. I turned my head away as much as I could.
"Such a far cry from that usual smart mouth," he mused. I felt a warm hand on my face. It turned my cheek in the opposite direction. "Look at me."
I obeyed. I opened my eyes.
"I wanted to stay in the chair for a reason," he said. "Do you see why now?"
"Err..." I felt warm all of a sudden. Hell if I knew. Maybe it was because he was some kind of barbaric animal? I didn't know. This was certainly a side of him I'd never seen before...
"Since New Year's Day, you've confused me...I don't know how to feel."
What? He couldn't be serious. There's no way. I thought he would have been grossed out by it and ignored it. Went on about his life, acting like it never happened. Like I was trying to do.
"What do you mean?"
"You kissed me when you were drunk," he paused. "All this time I've wondered about what it meant. If I wanted it to mean anything. If it should it mean something. Especially with all that you've been hiding..."
My temperature was rising. I couldn't get out of this, could I? I mean it was just a stupid drunken error on my part. Right? I wanted to keep believing that. It'd be easier if I didn't. Easier to ignore, but when the truth is hanging above you, it's a different matter altogether. A completely different matter.
"Uh, so. Do you want it to mean something...?" I asked, damned near holding my breath.
"Lyn, you realize, that I could take you right here and now if I so wanted?" he asked huskily, as he pinned me by my wrists, rendering me unable to move. "Just what do you think?"
(Think? I think my brain just died. It's dead. Deader than dead.)
"I know you aren't that naive," he said running his thumb over my wrist in a circular motion.
"Ahaha...R-right," I swallowed. "Definitely not. Not in the slightest."
"So, tell me," he started, letting go of my wrists. "What do you want? I won't do anything you don't want me to do. But it's harder for me to ignore, especially after tonight seeing you like that."
I flushed even harder. Of course, there was no way he wasn't looking at that naked mess. Some days I wasn't sure if my life was ending or if I was getting a new start. It was definitely one of those days... But what did I want? I wanted a lot. I wanted everything, honestly...but did I deserve it? Should I? Was it mine for the taking...? Miles was... I don't know. He was more than a character at this point. He was a real man.
I exhaled, daring to look directly into his eyes. "I want...well, I wished I wasn't drunk that night. I would have liked to have been sober when I kissed you...ah, but then again, I would have lacked the courage to do it like that, but if I could be sober and do it again just to know what it was like then-"
The bed squeaked as Miles pressed his body against mine, his face being only a mere inches away from my own.
I could only stare in response too distracted by the weight, a rather comfortable weight, on me. I slowly closed my eyes. Before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine.
Sweet Jesus.
His lips were like fire against my cold lips. I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning once they met. Had I felt it before? I was probably too drunk to feel any sensation like this.
But he hadn't been kidding.
Miles Edgeworth was kissing me. Me! This normal brat. Out of his own desire! If this wasn't some kind of drug-induced dream, I didn't want to wake up anytime soon...
He eventually pulled back, allowing me to feel the moisture on my lips and get some much needed air. But it wasn't long before he delivered yet another forceful and demanding kiss. Forceful and demanding...just like his personality. Demanding the best, forcefully pursuing the truth... Every move he made was calculated. Deliberate. Controlled. You'd think that would lend to coldness...but somehow I felt warm.
With my disbelief beginning to fade, I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through his hair which was softer than expected. The prosecutor bit my lower lip hard. I gasped, letting my defenses down as he sneakily slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. Fighting back was useless. He pinned my tongue to the roof of my every time I'd try to engage. Hell, he'd even suck my tongue to stop me. He really was a demon...
The devilish prosecutor pulled away, taking a breath. Just what was he planning next...? I was a sitting duck. Perhaps, I should turn the tables... I sat up, and placed my hands on his smooth face, giving him a chaste kiss. I lowered my hands to his chest. Even though the clothes, it felt firm. And out of curiosity, I slid my hands down a bit further...
"That's different from what you asked for earlier," he said in mild amusement. "I warn you, if that's provoked you'd better prepare yourself."
"Ahaha..." I removed my hands. I shouldn't let my curiosity get the better of me when I'm an unprepared nervous mess ...
Taking advantage of my dulled state, he pressed me down on my back. "You're melting, aren't you?"
"Wh-what?" I sputtered. "A-as if! Don't let this go to your head!"
"It's the most quiet and most obedient I've ever seen you," he said lightly. "Perhaps, it should be put into practice more often..."
I flushed. "W-whatever. I've only been so quiet since you've barely given me a second to breathe, you perv."
"Ah, how foolish of me. I'll remedy this," Miles said wryly as he leaned into me, pressing his lips to my neck.
"Ahh!" I gasped. That bastard...! My neck was a vulnerable area, and of course, now seeing my sensitivity towards it, he was being mean by hanging around there...Try as I might, but I couldn't stop myself from making noise.
I heard a shifting in position from the other bed.
My God. I...totally forgot Phoenix was on the other side of the room. Was he awake? Did he hear...that? My uh...
"Hey," I whispered. "M-maybe we should stop..."
Edgeworth lifted his head up slightly, leaving me to feel my skin tickled by his warm breath. "Hmph. If this were my home, you could be as loud as you wanted."
"Miles...!" I couldn't believe him. I would have never expected to feel embarrassed at his expense of all people...
"In any case, I don't want my childhood best friend to hear any of my private escapades. I'll cease most action for the time being," he said lifting off of me, but not without delivering a quick kiss.
"...Most?"
"It's nothing for you to be concerned about," the prosecutor said, turning over on his side. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I replied. Well, not like he was trying to kill me, I guessed.
I turned my back to him with little distance between us, one part of me ready to go to sleep, while the other part was ready to stay up all night. The latter was more likely, seeing as how I couldn't sleep much thinking about everything. Tomorrow's outcome, Kristoph's reactions, whatever was happening between Miles and I... I really hoped that once we got passed tomorrow for better or worse...everything could finally calm down.
I stretched my legs out, yawning silently. Miles was having none of it. "Didn't I ask you earlier not to move around?"
"Jeesh, sorry. Not like I get to sleep with people normally."
"Well you are, and you even had the nerve to invite me into the same bed," he chided, as I felt him inch closer and wrap an arm around me. "Don't move."
"Alright, mister bossypants..." Not like I'd consider shuffling around now.
I couldn't exactly figure it out before, why I could even tolerate him. Of course, I knew I was a troublemaker. And he was the exact opposite of that. For all the times he nagged and bossed me around, I usually thought he was a jerk. But I guessed that's how he showed he cared. He could have foiled my whole plan if he wanted to. He could have called the cops. He could have left when I told him to go away. But he didn't. Right now I was too stubborn to admit it out loud, but I appreciated that. Even with everything happening now, he was still here. I'm sure he'd be getting on my ass tomorrow once the trial was done, but it was a nice feeling...to be safe with him. Maybe that was it. Maybe despite all of that stuff, I liked to feel protected.
And well, I guess I wasn't gonna feel any more protected than how I did right now with his arm around me...
Evidence:
Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.
Profiles:
Maya Fey: Age 19. Probably my best friend at this point.
Miles Edgeworth: Age 26. A good friend, even if he's a bit of stick in the mud sometimes.
Detective Gumshoe: Age 33. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.
Larry Butz: Age 25. My favorite wannabe casanova.
Judge: Age ?. Old timer judge. No one knows his real name.
Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.
Phoenix Wright: Age 26. The man I'm supposed to be saving. Pretty awesome dude.
Franziska von Karma: Age 19. Whip happy prosecutor who came to our rescue.
Shi-Long Lang: Age 26. A totally badass Interpol agent.
Simon Blackquill: Age 20. A weebo prosecutor who's really nice.
Ema Skye: Age 17. The scientific fan girl who I hang with.
Klavier Gavin: Age 17. Rock star and new prosecutor. I'm totally not a fan.
Kristoph Gavin: Age 25. Called the 'Coolest Defense Attorney in the West'. He makes me uneasy.
Kay Faraday: Age 17. Self proclaimed thief.
Maggey Byrde: Age 23. Goddess of Misfortune. Works at roller derbies.
Jean Armstrong: Age 39. Frightening restaurant owner of Tres Bien.