CHAPTER 11

Later that night, Miles had started cooking the two of them dinner in order to celebrate Franziska's new home. She was looking around the what seemed to be small apartment, but she figured that was because she had only lived in mansions up until that point. She found that, for what seemed to be such a confined space, it had all of the luxuries von Karma manor had provided her with.

She walked into the room her and Edgeworth were to be sharing and contemplated her surroundings; she almost immediately noticed an end table that was nearly identical to the ones back at the manor in Germany, so she decided to look inside the drawer to see if his old journals were in there, but, much to her surprise, there was only a small framed picture of what appeared to be Miles Edgeworth when he was around 6 or 7 years old holding a book up to who appeared to be his father, while the man tousled the young boy's hair. She noticed the sincerity and warmth in the older man's smile, and what appeared to be nothing be love and compassion towards his son was displayed behind his glasses-covered deep brown eyes. Franziska picked up the picture for further inspection; as soon as she did this, she spotted a page that was torn out of one of Miles' journals that was hidden beneath the picture. She set the picture down on the bed beside her to look at the small page that had turned yellow over time.

Miles, a defense attorney never shows anger, fear, or sadness. They always smile to the very end. I got you this small journal like mine to write in whenever you feel weak. Remember son, I'm always going to be here for you.

Love, Dad

December 5, 2001

She looked at the picture once more, and this time saw much more of a resemblence in the younger Miles Edgeworth and this man; they both looked so warm and friendly; a stark contrast to the Miles Edgeworth of today; a man who was still just as warm and friendly, but hid it behind a cold and calculating pair of smokey-grey eyes. She heard a voice behind her; "So, you found it, huh?"

She turned to see the man she had been in love with all of her life behind her, clutching his elbow; "...That was my father, Gregory Edgeworth...he was the best defense attorney of his era, and I was going to be just like him one day; a defense attorney who always saves the innocent of their crimes..." She saw a tear fall from his eye. "But after what happened with...your father...I found myself on the opposite side of the courtroom; and the man who succeeded my father as the greatest defense attorney of his time..." She knew about who he was talking about before he even had a chance to speak, and said the name herself. "...was Phoenix Wright." Edgeworth looked up. "...Yes. But I can't complain about the job he's done...I thought him to be my worst enemy a few years back, but I felt lament as soon as he saved me during that trial. He didn't just save me from being wrongfully charged with murder that day; he saved me in a way that's greater than life or death in and of itself; and I hope one day you'll be able to see what that man has shown me, and then you'll be able to understand why I'm willing to trust him and work with him on our cases together."

She knew the days of viewing the defense attorney as her worst enemy were long gone; but she never understood why Miles had befriended a man who was his opponent, and, although her days of accepting nothing short of perfection and forging evidence were over, she still thought her one duty as a prosecutor was to get the defendant a guilty verdict. Although she loved him as much as a human being could possibly fathom, she had thought it lazy when Miles joined in on Wright's cross-examinations of witnesses who appeared to be guilty. She looked at him with a deadly serious look on her face; "I guess I still have a lot to learn about you, Miles Edgeworth."

After this short exchange, he grabbed her hand and led her to his dining table; it was sort of small for two people, as it had been designed for one person; Franziska had brought one of her wooden dining chairs from von Karma manor along with her so there would be enough chairs for both of them. As they began eating, Pesu walked over to Miles at the dinner table, and he threw the large sheepdog some food from his plate, which the dog caught in his mouth and began gnawing on, drooling all over the area next to Franziska where it lay enamoured with the meat his owner had thrown his way. She could tell that Pesu and herself would be at odds living in the same house, as the dog drooled all over her shoes. She became flustered "Miles! Get this dog away from me!" Edgeworth let out a genuine laugh and snapped his fingers, causing the dog to stand up and lay beside him to continue chewing on his meat.

After they had finished, Miles picked up all of the dishes and carried them to the sink to be washed. Franziska remained seated at the dinner table, pondering on whether she should go help him clean the dishes; she had never done dishes before, but she felt bad just sitting at the table alone while he did the dishes. She made up her mind and decided to help Miles with the dishes she approached the sink and stood by him. He passed a soapy dish to her side of the sink; she didn't know what to do with it, though. He picked up on this and quickly pointed towards the small sinkhead that could be pulled out of the sink for washing. She pulled it out of its holder and tried to find out how to get water to come out of it; she turned the water on while it was aimed at Edgeworth, effectively dousing him in water.

At first, he was caught off guard by this, but he regained his composure and smiled back at Franziska, picking up the removable sinkhead on his side and then he sprayed her with it. After that, it had turned into a playful water war.

After they had both effectively drenched themselves and the surrounding area, Miles leaned up against the wall and Franziska laid against his chest, like they had done during the thunderstorm the previous night. They were both soaked, but that didn't bother them. They were both perfectly satisfied with how things had turned out that day. Neither of them wanted to admit it, but that day was the best day of both of their lives.

Pretty soon, they had laid there together in silence long enough that Pesu went into the kitchen and began lapping up the puddles of water that were all over the room. Franziska got up to change into her nightgown and Miles went to get them both towels while she changed. After she got down, Miles handed her a towel, which she draped around her shoulders, and he went into his room to change into his sleepwear. He came out in a white T-shirt with red pajama pants with a towel draped around his shoulders, and Franziska had been wearing her light blue nightgown.

They sat together on the couch, Franziska holding onto Miles' left shoulder, and Pesu jumped into the recliner beside the couch, and Miles turned on the nightly news. There was nothing of interest, but they watched it together anyway, before they decided to go to bed for work the next morning. As they lay down together facing one another, Miles reached up and turned off the lamp beside him. Franziska quickly took note of the children's lamp. "A Steel Samurai lamp, Miles Edgeworth?" Miles quickly got off of the subject; "Goodnight, Franziska."

"Goodnight, Miles Edgeworth."