Turnabout Tango

'Dancing lessons, sir?' Miles asked his teacher and adoptive father Manfred von Karma.

'Are you deaf? Yes, dancing lessons! Everyone from our class should be able to dance when it is expected. Since you live here, you must learn this skill,' the intimidating man answered.

Miles kept his neutral and emotionless mask on.

'Natürlich, sir.' Miles made a small bow.

'Tomorrow, the lesson is at 11 o' clock. Please inform Franziska, you will have the lesson together.'

Miles gave a nod.

'You are dismissed.'

Miles could not dance. His motoric skills were not perfect. He felt the humiliation already when he thought about tomorrow. He had the lesson together with Franziska. He likely had to dance together with Franziska. It gave him a headache in advance.

He walked towards Franziska's room, the place where she would likely be at this hour. He knocked.

'Yes, you may come in,' it sounded behind the door. He opened the door and found his 10-year-old sister Franziska sitting at her desk, making her homework.

'My foolish little brother. Was ist los? Why are you wasting my time?' she asked him with a demanding voice, wanting an answer.

'I came to give you a message from your father. Tomorrow we will have a lesson together at 11 o' clock.'

'And what kind of lesson would that be?' She crossed her legs and gave him an intense stare.

'According to Mr. Von Karma, this lesson is... a dance lesson,' he said, looking at her and waiting for her reaction.

'What a foolish kind of lesson, I can dance perfectly. I do not need such waste of time.' He looked at her, not knowing what to say.

'But since papa is asking me, a perfect professional, to join, I will come to help you to learn to dance perfectly, Miles Edgeworth.'

He wanted to object but decided not to do that, since he was not in the mood to start a discussion with her.

'... I will see you then, I suppose.'

He walked out of her room and closed the door. He wanted tomorrow to be over already.

The doorbell was heard in the Von Karma mansion and the maid Lea hurried towards the door. Miles was already sitting in the special room where normally guests were welcomed. The room was very spacious and therefore best to practice the dancing.

Lea lead the guest towards the room. Miles was surprised to see that the guest was actually a man.

'Guten Morgen, nice to meet you. Meine Name ist Miles Edgeworth.' They shook hands.

'Ah, Guten Morgen. Meine Name ist Karl Sommer. Herr Von Karma asked me to teach you and your sister the art of dancing.' Miles nodded.

'Das stimmt, Herr Sommer.'

The door was again opened and Franziska entered the room.

'You must be Herr Von Karma's daughter.'

'Das stimmt. I am Franziska von Karma, daughter of legendary prosecutor Manfred von Karma. Pleased to meet you.' She made a little fancy bow.

'Well then, since both of you are here, let us start your lesson.'

The man clearly is too excited to begin, the cranky Miles thought.

'We will begin with a waltz, since this is most common on official parties and balls.'

Miles wanted to leave so badly.

'Miles, can you please stand over here?' With legs feeling so heavy he could fall at any moment, he walked towards the assigned place.

'Franziska, please stand opposite of your brother.' The man walked towards the cd player in the room and entered his CD. He pressed on play and walked back to a nervous Miles and slightly annoyed and also embarrassed Franziska. Now that she actually had to dance, she felt discomfort.

'I will show you the first steps. May I have this dance, Ms. Von Karma?' Herr Sommer took Franziska's hand.

'Y-yes, you may.'

'Good, now put your hand on my shoulder. Yes, like that and I take your other hand. Perfectly. Now, first your left foot towards me.'

Miles looked at the blushes on his sister's cheeks. He chuckled in himself. She was nervous and embarrassed just like him, he figured.

He kept watching the two dance until Herr Sommer stopped.

'Now Miles, it is your turn.'

Oh God, help me please.

He walked towards his sister.

'Now put your hand on her back and take her hand. Yes, perfectly. Now put your left foot first.'

He followed the orders Herr Sommer gave him but was distracted by his thoughts. He never was so close with Franziska and it made him very uncomfortable. He could not look her into the eyes and stared at her hair that moved synchronously with the rhythm of the music.

'Miles will lead the dance.' Miles was directly snapped out of his thoughts.

'I-I will lead?' he asked the man.

'No, I will lead this dance, Herr Sommer. Miles cannot lead. Von Karma's should be the ones to lead,' Franziska commented, looking at the teacher who was seemingly surprised at what the girl had just said to him.

'Well... but... we should work according to the etiquettes and men always lead the dances, Franziska,' Herr Sommer said uneasily.

'….Fine, only this once Miles Edgeworth! Since I am not planning to dance with you ever again, I give you permission to lead this dance today.'

No, I will indeed never dance again together with you. Or with anyone else.

Miles started the dance, taking the lead. However, he was quite afraid to perform a foolish act, like bumping into her. Luckily, that did not happen. Miles was also glad that Franziska refrained from stepping on his feet with her little heels, even though he knew she wanted to do so.

They got more advice from the male dance specialist and after one and a half hour, they had mastered the most simple dances that were acquired to be known.

The two awkward teenagers released each other and looked at the man who was watching them amusingly earlier.

'Well, that was exciting wasn't it? You did really well, both of you. Please remember all the steps well, as I am sure you will encounter situations in which you will need to dance.'

'Natürlich, Herr Sommers. Vielen Dank.'

'If you want to learn new dances, please inform me.'

That will not happen though, Miles thought.

'I also give lessons in salsa, although my specialty is the tango.'

Miles looked at the man with a blank expression.

'Miles would love to learn that. Tango seems like a style that would fit him.'

He glanced at Franziska, who had a big smirk on her face.

'Then I will hear if you need more lessons. Herr Von Karma has my business card.'

'Thank you,' Edgeworth said politely and walked with him to the front door and let him out.

'I would pay a million euros to see you performing the tango,' the Franziska said when Miles closed the door. She smirked, stuck out her tongue and followed her way upstairs. Miles sighed. He will never dance and thus humiliate himself ever again.

A/N

Hello there! Writing this made me do some research on the waltz, which was fun!

I want to thank the ones who follow and favorited this story series! I am grateful! Did you find grammar mistakes, you want to give your opinion on the story or you have an idea for a story? Please let me know! More chapters will follow soon! :)