I sit on the bench outside Fey Manor. I feel nervous, my legs are tingling right down to my toes with anticipation. I wiggle my toes to retain
their feeling but I cant summon life back to my poor digits . My cermonial robes are stuffy and difficult, I feel like a overdone purple tent with the volumes and volumes of decorative zori
are stacked to the nines, the wedges providing an illusion of unrealistic height . I feel like an abnormally tall purple tent. I feel like the butterflies are popping
in my stomach again and a nervous inclination causes me to fiddle with the uncomfortable hair ornaments, they dangle from my head like miniture weights and to think this is Kurain custom
getting trussed up like a japanese doll and all for the benefit of outside visitors although Im not entriely sure this would really benefit anybody, an elegent lady would look like she's
wearing a second skin but its me, Maya. I look like a child attempting dress up. He'll think I look silly then again maybe he always has. He wasn't ever an open book.
He didn't ever say why he was coming. A few more butterflies burst, the thought of the mocking look appearing in my mind. I pace and twiddle my thumbs, worrying like the stereotypical goof and
from the corner of my eye, I see it. I see the trademark red, the favoured red. Dark yet a strawberry shade. Its him, Its Mi-Mr Edgeworth. I halt like a dumbstruck deer in headlights in the middle of my awkward pace, turning my feet
as tactfully as I can in such insensible shoes. My head's becoming dizzy and I feel the flush of deep heat rise instantly to my face. I wave, my limbs locking with slight fear. The kind
of fear you feel for a mentor or teacher. The fear you feel when you constantly yearn for their respect but partially know that really you'll never be observed on an equal playing field. I dont think I was
the first to have this feeling induced due to Mr Edgeworth's superior air, floating about him like a disgusting but overly expensive cologne.
He glides on his generated arrogance towards me and I prepare myself for that look, adjusting my robes here and there. I contemplate as to whether he can actually see me what with his head up his a-
"Maya Fey" he gives me a short, controlled smile devoid of any real sense of courtesy. He always did do civil or any other social interaction on a mediocre level. His voice is same old too, the formal tone
laced with severity. He kept everything he felt well contained, nothing got out nothing got in. Like clockwork, he produces a stiff, firm handshake setting my ornaments and jewellry swaying.
"Mr Edgeworth, its a pleasure to see you. I bow at the waist, feeling the entirety of everything Im wearing dragging me almost to the centre of the Earth.
"Likewise" he replies with all the genuine gusto of a programmed android. He eyeballs me with his all intensive stare as I attempt to recover from my greeting. So much effort for not alot. He analyses the
period costume Im wearing and I see the perfectly groomed eyebrow begin to arch and I feel sunddenly bound and obliged to explain my attire.
"Its..uh..traditional costume. For the Master of Kurain. Which is me" (smoothe Maya, real smoothe). He laughs! a genuine burst of rich, deep masculine laughter. For a handeful of seconds Mr Edgeworth forgets himself albiet at my expense
but the none the less the ice melts.
"I see a position of authority hasn't gone to your head, Maya" He smiles at me broadley. Its feels like two old friends reuniting. Its a pleasent feeling. I smile goofily in return, wide and all teeth.
"Its an adjustment" I scratch my head as an additional nervous habit, feeling a tad embarrassed.
"I can imagine but thats why I've come to see you"
"because its an adjustment?" I blink, my mind several miles behind his.
"No because the Master of Kurain is the exact person I have to see" He looks serious and preoccupied interweaved
"Well whatever it is, Mr Edgeworth, I'll be glad to be of assistance" I attempt a fond smile of reassurance.
"Thankyou Maya, we really do appreciate this"
"We?" I feel puzzled. Im definate his didnt refer to a second person on the phone.
"Did I not say? Wright will be arriving too. We discussed the issue at hand on the phone and he agreed to come. It also appears he has an invested interest of his own" He looks at me with a knowing expression
that results in a heavy blush centreing on the apple of my cheeks. I suddenly fell incredibly warm.
"He's coming here?" Im almost asking myself this question. My mind removes itself from the conversation as I feel my heart pumping faster. I can hear my blood circulating in my ears. His name resonates over and over and over again. I smile a private little smile to myself.
"Is there an issue with that?" he says, his voice jarring with my thoughts of Nick.
"No, not at all. In fact I was thinking of going to see him before you called me...it would be...amazing to see him again. More then amazing" I cant withold my eagerness.
"I must warn you Maya...Wright is muched changed. The years havent particularly kind to him, as Im sure you've read from the papers but what Im trying to say is
dont expect the same Wright you used to know". I see a hint of concern in Mr Edgeworth's dimly lit, bottomless eyes. Concern for his old friend.
I think of the attorney badge, it spirals in my mind enveloping all my thoughts together. longing and sorrow and hard, hard regret are all pinned to that badge, hanging off tenderly
Nick and the badge. Their like a co-exsistance. One without the other and they cant exsist. He falls hostage to the shadows in the dark. Without his badge the darker things that called him, call him in and he stumbles in blind, armourless. Was he swallowed up by the things in
the dark? I think he was. My heart heaves.
"I already knew Mr Edgeworth. Nick had different things calling him"