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Let's have some more Phoenix Wright love!

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I can't resist a little gumshoe fluff.
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the only other gumshoe one I have.
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anyone have this artist's website?
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hey, moar.
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touchy edgeworth sure is touchy.
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only phoenix edgeworth or phoenix anyone..?
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OP here, I'm down with phoenix anyone, so long as it's mostly just phoenix.
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“Edgeworth.” He nodded as he got in to the lift.
“Wright.” Replied Edgeworth and ceased his grooming at once. Phoenix hadn't actually noticed this before, but Edgeworth, was actually well groomed, to the point of wearing a pleasant aftershave. A musky smell. It tingled at Phoenix's nose hairs. Phoenix pinched his nose once making it look like he was scratching it.
The doors closed. He saw Edgeworth's eyes flash as they did. He took a deep breath and turned to Phoenix.
“The commune is twenty minutes from the lake. I suggest you take a look.” he said abruptly before looking back at the doors.
Phoenix's eyebrows met. Interesting way of starting a conversation.
“What?”
“I just think you should take a look.” He replied calmly.
“And why?” he asked. “You're the prosecution, remember? Or are you setting me up for a fall?”
“Take it or le-”
Suddenly, the lights went off with a jolt and the elevator shook violently. Edgeworth crashed one way to the floor as Phoenix was thrown backwards.
Phoenix felt his arm crack against the panel.
“GAH!” He cried out and slammed his uninjured arms palm against wooden varnish of the wall to steady himself.
What was this?! Had a bomb gone off?! Maya!!
Suddenly, almost as suddenly as the shaking had started, it stopped and the small, closed box was still.
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Phoenix rubbed his elbow as it spread hot pain through his arm radiating to his shoulder. Making him sick to the stomach.
“Edgeworth? Are you hurt??” he asked hoarsely as the sweat poured down his forehead. There was no answer, just hoarse breathing.
“Miles...?” he asked, using the name he had not used since he was nine years old.
No reply...
Reaching inside his jacket pocket he pulled out his cell phone and swept the bright white screen light around the small wooden and brass box hung in the lift shaft.
Edgeworth was sat in the corner, hugging his knees close to his chest, he had his head resting on his knees. Like a small boy...A small scared boy.
“...Miles?” He asked and reached for him instinctively, his arm stretched and filled him with fresh red hot agony.
“Fuck!! My arm!” he moaned and rubbed it, pulling it close to his chest again.
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Edgeworth's pale face rose from his knees and he turned towards him, a small trail of blood led from his right temple, his eyes were red from, obvious crying and he looked weaker than Phoenix had ever seen him, or anyone for that matter.
“Miles, you're bleeding...” he began, his eyes wide.
“Your arm.” he said shakily. “What's wrong with your arm?”
“Miles, stay put. You're claustrophobic, aren't you? That's why you're shaking...right?”
Edgeworth shuffled towards phoenix as he undid his cravat. “We need to get that arm into a sling.” he swallowed nervously. “We need to get it el-elevated...T-take the pressure off.”
Phoenix was staring into Edgeworth's red tinged grey eyes which were focused on Phoenix's elbow.
Blood was streaming down his cheek, down into the white collar that had been revealed by the absence of the cravat.
“Edgeworth, you're bleeding.” Phoenix mumbled. “You're bleeding right down your chin...” Edgeworth wrapped the cravat under Phoenix's arm and tied it around his neck, securing the knot at the back. His arm was supported under the weight of the cotton cravat. He looked at Edgeworth.
“Thanks...”
Miles sat back against the panel and cuddled his knees close.
“I need to get out of here...” He hoarsely whimpered.
“Are you claustrophobic?” he asked crawling closer.
“No.” he swallowed slowly, he rested his head against the back panel. “I...just want to go home...I just want to go home.”
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Feeling extremely sorry for Edgeworth, Phoenix reached into his pocket and got his handkerchief Mia had given him that he took to court so when he got sticky hands he could wipe them down.
Tentatively, he wiped up along the crimson river that ran down Edgeworth's cold, clammy face.
He was half expecting Edgeworth to jut his head away and give him a warning look, or to slap his hand and wipe his brow himself with his magenta sleeve but he didn't.
Instead, he looked at Phoenix, and raising his hand as Phoenix pressed against the wound, his eyes smarted a little but he raised his hand and placed it over Phoenix's.
His touch was kind, and his fingers were soft and gentle.
His palm was clammy as it closed over the back Phoenix's hand. He was shaking slightly.
The reason became clear, he was afraid.
“Thank you...”
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An enthusiastic HELL YES from this anon. Traumatized!Edgeworth ftw.
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Got moar?
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*small fangirl blush*
Yeah...i wroted that...
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Great job!

>>833560
I kept thinking of that pic the entire time I read that, too.
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Phoenix gave a strange half smile, as if this small act had some how cemented a now solid unity between them both.
Just then the lift started up again, moving downwards quickly. The lights had returned illuminating the brass and wooden lift.
“Come on Miles, get up...” Phoenix began and helped a weak looking Edgeworth to his feet. Sweat was beading all over his face and he seemed to be having a hard time standing up alone.
Finally, Three firemen came into view, Detective Gumshoe and a frantic Maya too as the doors opened with a wheezy clunk.
Suddenly, the pressure of Edgeworth on Phoenix's arm, pressed heavily, then slid off as Edgeworth collapsed besides him. Phoenix looked quickly and saw Edgeworth crumple onto the linoleum floor of the elevator. His body weak and limp.
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“Fuck!” Phoenix cried out.
“Get the medic's!” Yelled an irate Gumshoe as he dashed forwards to his aid. “Prosecutor Edgeworth is injured!”
“What happened?” cried Maya as she reached for Phoenix, noting his arm in a make shift sling.
“The elevator jerked. Really hard, he hit his head.” Phoenix muttered as one of the Gumshoe checked Edgeworth's pulse at his neck. “Was it a bomb?!”
“It was an earthquake. We need to clear the building.” The Fireman began urgently. “Did he fall hard?”
“The lights were out.” Phoenix replied. “I fell back, I guess he fell to the side against the wall.”
“Who patched your arm?” asked Maya.
“Mi-Edgeworth.” Replied Phoenix, altering the name quickly.
Two paramedic's parted the crowd that had gathered around Edgeworth. Gumshoe, Phoenix and the assisting Fireman and began to attend to Edgeworth. They began checking him immediately.
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I assume you're writing this as you post?
You're doing a wonderful job, keep it up.
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No its, more of a posting from an abandoned slash fic...

more you say?

Okay!!
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Can't beat good old official art.
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“How long has he been unconscious?” Asked one paramedic, looking up at Phoenix as his colleague applied a pad to Edgeworth's temple.
“Uh, he was awake in the lift, That's how he sorted my arm. He seemed—agitated. Really wound up.” Phoenix replied.
“We'll take him to hospital. You'll have to come with us too.” said the paramedic. “Get that arm X-rayed.”
“I'm fine. See to Edgeworth.” he insisted.
“Don't be stubborn. He'll go.” Maya nodded to the fireman. “Mia would have made you go.”
“Yeah. Then again, I doubt Mia would have been a clumsy ass and fell backwards. How bad was the earthquake? Is everything intact? Was anyone else injured? ”
“No. Just you and Mr. Edgeworth.” Maya replied as she watched the paramedic's load Edgeworth hastily onto the trolley, obviously sure he hadn't hurt his spine.
Phoenix followed quickly as Maya chattered beside him. He wasn't really listening...he was too focused on the body on the trolley.
Edgeworth had to be alright, Edgeworth was Edgeworth. Strong, strong as an oak.
He watched them push Edgeworth's trolley cot into the back of the Ambulance.
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Its the best kind, apart from cute medical stuff...
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Yes! More!

I'll just keep posting what I have... which is a lot.
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Wish I had more of that kind.
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yessir!

Outside, a crowd of handcuffed suspects, scared witnesses, impatient judges and harassed lawyers had gathered, trying to separate themselves from a rapidly growing crowd of on-the-job reporters who were asking as many questions as they dared.
When they saw that well known prosecutor Miles Edgeworth had been injured in the earthquake they swarmed around an injured Phoenix instantly.
“Did he save your life?!” Asked one, thrusting a microphone into his face.
“Did he convey anything about the trial to you before he slipped into his unconscious state?” asked another with a Pickering Dictaphone.
“Did he mention his Gregory Edgeworth as he passed out??” asked another with a microphone.
Phoenix looked around sharply.
“Gregory Edgeworth?” he asked. “Why would he talk about his dad?”
The reporter's eyes flashed with a savouring.
“His father was shot in an Elevator when he was a young boy an--”
Maya pushed Phoenix towards the ambulance.
“Don't get involved Nick. They only want an insiders account.” she replied.
Phoenix nodded. She was right. But he wanted to know what the deal was with Edgeworth. Perhaps it would explain his odd behaviour in the elevator. How had the press found out the details so quickly??
He climbed into the ambulance.
“Can Maya come with us? she's my responsibility.” Phoenix said to the paramedic as he prepared to shut the doors.
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Me too, i have this...

sneezy miles
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The paramedic took a look at Maya and nodded.
It was evident he didn't fancy leaving a young girl alone outside a courthouse with prospective murderers. She climbed in after him and budged him up the side running bench as the paramedic pulled the doors closed and sat down.
Edgeworth rolled his head to the side as the Paramedic checked under the bandage that had been pressed to his head.
“...My files...” he mumbled. “My files...”
Maya took Edgeworth's hand and smiled. “Don't worry Mr. Edgeworth, I have them.”
Phoenix looked at her and noticed that she had picked up Edgeworth's document's off the floor of the elevator.
Edgeworth gave a weak sigh and rolled his head to the side, unconscious again.
Phoenix looked at the paramedic who placed an oxygen mask over his mouth again and looked at Phoenix.
“How is your arm?” asked the paramedic.
“It's fine.” Phoenix lied.
“Did Prosecutor Edgeworth bind up your arm?” asked the Paramedic.
Phoenix nodded.
“He hit his head on the brass panel in the lift, he was conscious until the doors opened. He was really agitated.” Phoenix repeated automatically.
Maya rested her head sympathetically against Phoenix's shoulder.
“Poor Nick.” she sighed. “I told you something was going on.”
Phoenix gave a weak kind of smile.
“Yeah.”
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i have more, but its plot, shall i proceed to:

'awh'
'b'awwwwwww'
and
'ooh...'?
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Do it!
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Sorry bout that, folks, got sidetracked with posting hobohodo before I realized I was forgetting the 'love' part.
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Lets have some...'awh, and BAWWWWWW!'

“Sir, may I help?”
“Uh, yeah. I'm Phoenix Wright, Attorney of law, I'm here to see Miles Edgeworth, admitted today with a head injury?”
“Certainly, Room six. He doesn't have any visitors right now but he's resting so if you could keep the noise down?”
Phoenix nodded. “Oh yeah, if you see a really, purple-y dressed girl with a...unusual hairstyle and a lot of snacks looking lost—she's with me.”
The nurse nodded and smiled before walking towards the wards end.
Phoenix walked towards the rooms, room six was nearest to him. He looked at the panel, where his name was written in blue white board marker. MILES EDGEWORTH.
Phoenix opened the door as quietly as he could in case Miles was sleeping and walked into the room.
It was dimly lit, the blinds had been pulled and only a soft dim hospital lamp lit the immaculate room. Money certainly did bring comfort, and cleanliness by the looks of the place.
His eyes met the foot of the bed where two relatively small looking feet were lifting the clean white blanket on the bed. Phoenix's eyes trailed up as the trunk, then the chest. Then to the face of Miles Edgeworth.
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His skin was paler, paler than usual, so that that unpronounced grain of the growth of hair was evident through the milky skin.
His eyes were closed, creased, brown tinged. From crying? From pain? From blood loss? Painkillers?
On oxygen through a nasal supply that was closed around his face that made him look more sick than he perhaps was.
His grey hair had been swept back from the injured temple which had been stitched with three small stitches and now only soft red tissue gave any indication of the blood that he had mopped from his brow only hours before. When his hand closed over his. Made the back of his neck tingle...
He sank slowly to the soft chair next to his bed and looked carefully at Edgeworth. For some reason, calm, now, that he could do this and not be accused of anything, ulterior.
Phoenix had never noticed how angled Edgeworth's jaw was, it made him look very strong, even as he lay here, weak.
Phoenix felt his eyes sting, as if he had been sprayed in the face with a perfume by a clumsy server at a make up department store, and realised it was nothing more than tears as his throat ached at the back from trying to keep the tearing sobs of pain in.
He was confused, and longing for something he didn't know he wanted in that room. He rested his head back and let the tears drain back into his eyes as he let out a deep sigh that seemed to shake in his lungs. He looked back at Edgeworth and set his jaw, biting his lips.
“This is your fault. You're making me do this.” he said warningly, as a tear dropped from the red lip of his left eye and dragged itself down his red cheek. “You, you...You...”
Words left him as he wiped the tear away.
“I don't know what you're doing but I am not pleased.” he snapped and rubbed the other tears out of his eyes.
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The door opened and as Phoenix pulled his sleeve across his face, he saw Maya stood there with an armful of snacks.
“Look! A Steel Samurai Power bar!” she grinned and placed them at the bottom of Edgeworth's bed.
“Cool.” coughed Phoenix, trying to retune his voice box.
“You okay?” she asked looking at him.
“Yeah, damn dry air in here.” he nodded sheepishly.
Maya nodded and looked at Edgeworth before placing the files he was so concerned about in the ambulance beside his bed on the small cupboard.

Tuesday October 11th, 2016. 10.45 Pm. Santa Maria Hospital. Private Room 6

Letting out a deeply satisfied vocal sigh, Edgeworth opened his eyes appreciating for the first time the comfort and softness, the warmth and the peace...that had enveloped him in that—Elevator.
Elevator, shaking, tying Phoenix's arm up, Phoenix tending to his head...The files...
He looked around panicked. But the fresh agony in the wake of moving his eyes too quickly.
He let out a soft groan and closed them quickly. He swallowed some pain and breathed deeply before opening his eyes tentatively again.
“Medic...?” he heard himself weakly implore.
He looked around and saw a crisp, clean, hospital room. The last time he had been in a hospital room like this, a nurse had come to him and said he was just fine, and that he had nothing to worry about, then to be told by another nurse ten minutes later that his father, was dead.
Edgeworth swallowed the stale pain of the memory and looked around.
There was someone else in the room.
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How'm i doing?
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Doing great. I'm addicted and I'm very picky about writing styles when it comes to fanfics.
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His eyes crossed quickly to the other breathing entity in the room to see an extremely odd looking Phoenix Wright with his head laid on the spare part of Edgeworth's extremely comfortable bed. Edgeworth's grey eyes creased with interest of this unusual addition to his bed.
His arm was in a sling, of course, he had injured it during that...What was that?
Earthquake...? Bomb? Underground gas explosion? Had a truck crashed into the courthouse??
He looked down at Phoenix and reached for his shoulder to wake him to ask him what was going on, but he looked so peaceful. So completely at rest. His eyes were closed in a deep restful state, his free arm was cushioning his brow, his hand was closed in a soft fist. His hair was dishevelled. And his lips were in a softened 'o' shape as he slept on peacefully.
Edgeworth couldn't find any reason good enough to wake him from this evidently peaceful sleep, so instead he rested his hand on Phoenix's head.
Unsure even why he had initiated this contact with him. His hair felt softer than it looked. It looked like it had been waxed to a fine wooden finish, but it was actually quite soft on closer inspection, Edgeworth slid his fingers down one of the more prominent spikes into the thick roots that were even softer. Edgeworth tangled his fingers in them, and smiled.
His scalp was warm.
Suddenly, there was no reason not to do this. Phoenix was asleep, and as it seemed to please him, even in his weakened state, Miles could do as he pleased.
The tenderness he had shown, in that elevator to him, when he mopped up the blood from his wound, had left a stirring deep inside Miles that he was sure had gone. One that he was sure he had managed to starve out of himself with work, and cases, and money, and studying.
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Phoenix gave a murmur and raised his head slightly as his eyes opened a fraction.
Miles froze, with his hand in Phoenix's hair, there was no logical explanation for this, apart from the fact, the very true fact, that Miles was stroking Phoenix Wright's hair.
Phoenix raised his head and looked into Miles' eyes. There was something powerfully 'cute' about the sleepy way Phoenix's eyes adjusted to the light in that room.
'Cute??' thought Miles. 'I never use that word!'
Phoenix smiled sleepily.
“Hey, look Toto, Dorothy is awake.”
“Wright.” Edgeworth replied with a half smile as he pulled his hand slowly away. “You certainly do make the most un-witty jokes. What happened?”
“Earthquake, you hit your head, passed out, got brought here, concussion. You'll be just fine.” Phoenix relayed, rubbing his eye with his free hand.
“Earthquake...” Edgeworth nodded. “I understand. I must apologise for my conduct in the elevator. I am not good with--”
“You don't need to tell me Edgeworth.” Replied Phoenix. He leaned back and reached for a newspaper that was on the side of the cupboard and laid it in front of Edgeworth.
Edgeworth picked it up and unfolded the tabloid. It had been folded to the third page where a moderate article had been written. The headline was in bold and clearly had been written hastily.
“PROSECUTOR EDGEWORTH SUSTAINS HEAD INJURY IN EARTHQUAKE.”
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Underneath was a recent picture of Edgeworth leaving a press conference, and at the other side of the article. A picture of him as a nine year old boy, and one of his father. Gregory Edgeworth.
“Ah.” Edgeworth folded the paper. He didn't need to read on. He knew what it said.
“You never did tell me what happened, Miles.” Phoenix remarked softly.
“Why should I have?” he asked, throwing the paper onto a vacant chair and turning back to Phoenix. “It was my problem.”
“That's why you panicked in the elevator.” Phoenix nodded. “You could have told me. I wouldn't have said anything else to people.”
“Yes, well. I didn't really have an opportunity to spill my guts. Now everyone in the city can read up on my life story.” He nodded. “I can start getting pats on the head again. Sympathetic head inclinations and soft smiles.”
There was anger in his voice, suppressed anger.
“Well, not from me.” smiled Phoenix sitting forwards “I'm still going to take you down in court...Speaking of which. Why did you tell me about the commune?”
Edgeworth's eyes fell to his crossed hands in front of him and he gave a shrug.
“Just seemed. Right.” he nodded.
Phoenix looked at Edgeworth's wound. The swelling had gone down.
“They stitched it nice. Didn't they?” he commented.
Edgeworth raised his hand to feel it and nodded.
“Yes. I guess they did.”
Phoenix smiled and placed his finger on the plastic butterfly stitch at the top of the wound. “It kind of looks like you're a boxer.”
Edgeworth's hand moved up and held Phoenix's hand there. For the second time. It was like a hunger had been nourished as his hand rested over Phoenix's. He was still pretty scared by the looks of things...
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Miles is so sexy in glasses...
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Yes, yes he is.
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Phoenix looked into Edgeworth's eyes, his cheeks taking on an evident flush.
“Well...I'm not really into boxing.” Edgeworth replied softly.
“...Me either. Just seemed funny to say.” Phoenix mumbled..
Edgeworth gave a small smile.
“Like I said, you lack wit.”
Phoenix smiled and looked down briefly.
“Yeah, well, I hung around with Larry a lot at school.”
Edgeworth nodded.
“Where's that girl?” he asked. “The one with the funny hair?”
“Maya? Oh she's gone back to my apartment. I was going to stay here 'til you woke.”
“Oh?” Edgeworth asked, his eyes widening with intrigue.
“Yeah. I figured you'd be all like: 'What the hell?' so I stayed. Uhm, plus, I told the nurses that I'd keep an eye on you. You know, for brain stuff.” he mumbled.
“Brain stuff.” Teased Edgeworth. “Is that a technical term?
Phoenix gave a short laugh.
“Yeah.”
Edgeworth smiled and lay back, finally letting go of Phoenix's hand.
Phoenix's hand grazed his cheek as he pulled it away.
“I'm going to get some sleep.” he decided. “Go get something to eat, my wallet is around here somewhere.”
“Nah, I couldn't.” He replied. “I've got my own money.”
“But you're here on my account.” Edgeworth replied, his grey brows furrowing.
“Yeah, but I'm still good. I'll go get some thing to drink, can I get you anything?” Phoenix asked.
“No.” Replied Edgeworth.
Phoenix adjusted his plastic sling and headed for the door.
“Oh, And Wright?”
Phoenix turned around.
“Thank you.”
Phoenix smiled and shook his head.
“No problem.”
Edgeworth lay back in the bed and smiled.
For some reason, that oddly, casual conversation at put him at complete ease. Curling and uncurling his toes as he gave a stretch, he closed his eyes, smiling himself to sleep.

(now, i can post more awh, if people wish?)
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>>833752
IMHO, Men in glasses, in general=sexy.
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Edgeworth checked through his files again. Everything was in order. Perfect.
He had called the judge at 9am from his room, much to the dismay of the nurses who were meant to be ensuring he rested to tell the Judge regardless of the doctors opinion he would be back on the case tomorrow. He had then called a neighbour to ask her to please let Pess out again and to thank her for doing it yesterday while he had been 'indisposed'.
He went through his papers, made notes then. Nothing.
He knew Wright would have gone to the commune today, he knew he would have investigated that place. And knew if Wright had half the intellect he believed he had, would have, for the second time, realised quite clearly, that his client was in no way Guilty.
Checking the stitches on his head, he got up uneasily and walked to his window.
“This may be a private room, but the windows are dirty.” he sighed and walked to the small wardrobe where his suit hung. Thankfully, the blood had been washed out by whoever had taken it.
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I most definitely agree.
There should be a glasses thread on /cm/... Quick! someone make one!
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Another perk of private treatment. And now his cravat hung, slightly creased over his chair he could get dressed. He didn't intend wearing this revealing hospital gown a second longer.
Untying the strings at his neck, and at his back, waist, and then backside he slipped the gown down. He felt really ill at ease knowing someone had removed his boxers, but there they hung, pressed and ready to be worn again.
He slipped them on and then got into his Magenta trousers. He slid them up and fastened them before sliding on his shirt. He tucked that in, then did up his cravat.
He was on autopilot now.
He had only one thought.
What would Phoenix turn up?
He pulled on his jacket and turned his attention to his shoes, he pulled on his black socks and slid on his shoes before sitting back in the chair.
Regardless of how he felt, he was discharging himself as soon as his doctor came.
There was a knock at the door.
“Ah. Come in!” called Edgeworth straightening his cravat.
He suddenly was attacked by something in purple with a lot of black hair.
“MR. EDGEWORTH! You look so much better!”
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He is sexual in those glasses...Urge to cosplay, rising
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And keep up the story! It's my motivation for now.
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Edgeworth looked at Maya and then at Phoenix who was carrying a bunch of flowers.
“Thank you.” he said uncertainly then looked at Phoenix. “Are those for me?”
“Yeah.” Nodded Phoenix. “Uhm, I remember at school, when we had our greenhouse project you were the best at growing the seedlings.”
“Awh.” said Edgeworth softly with a masculine edge to the expression.
“Nick, i'm hungry.” Maya informed Nick turning to him.
“Oh..Uhm...” he dug into his pocket. “Nickels. Go turn it into sugar.”
Maya grinned and ran out.
“What did you find Wright?” Edgeworth ask immediately.
“Well, lets just say I think I can prove my client is innocent. And I have the evidence.” he nodded. “But don't think i'm letting your understudy have an easy ride.”
“Understudy?” asked Edgeworth. “I don't require anyone to fill in for me. I'm fine.”
“Edgeworth, you banged your head. HARD. The still have the dent in the elevator.” Phoenix replied putting down the chrysanthemums on the bed.
“Well, I am discharging myself. I haven't shown any signs of concussion since waking and have no fractures or anything that a doctor would be concerned about. I intend to get back in that court.”
“That's not fair.” Phoenix replied darkly. “You're still not altogether steady on your feet.”
“That's an exaggeration.” Edgeworth replied sardonically and walked to put the flowers in the private sink.
“Never the less you still look really ill.”
Edgeworth surveyed himself in the mirror.
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Edgeworth surveyed himself in the mirror.
He still did look quite pale, though his blood loss had been no more than a dribble down his cheek. And there was no denying his legs still shook when he applied all his weight on them.
“Well, I have to get out of here.” he replied conclusively. “I have work to do.”
Phoenix set his jaw.
“And if you pass out in court the Judge will freak out.”
“My reputation holds more than yours, Wright.” Edgeworth replied defensively.
Phoenix inclined an eye brow.
“Oh really.” he began. “So, I suppose Maya was Guilty? Or was it just all in my head that Redd White killed my Boss?”
Edgeworth surveyed him for a moment.
“Wright, I know you're finding it hard to adapt to suddenly being the sole lawyer of Fey & Co. Law Offices, especially with your late chief's sister around. But you need to understand that in this business, reputation is everything.”
Phoenix sighed deeply.
“Edgeworth.” He sighed. “I'm going to be honest with you here. I don't care what you say, or how much you try to gloss over it...We knew each other once. We were friends, good friends once. You saved my ass in that class trial. And I know you liked me when I was at school. What changed??”
“You're the defence council Wright, Its my job to not like you.” Edgeworth replied defensively. “But, you did help me out when I banged my head. And I appreciate that.”
There was a sustained silence between them.
“I understand.” Phoenix replied rubbing his injured arm.
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Just then there was another knock at the door.
“Come in!” called Edgeworth automatically.
A doctor, by the look of his outfit came in and looked at Edgeworth.
“Mr. Edgeworth? Are you going somewhere?”
“Yes Doctor, I plan to discharge myself. There is no use in taking up a perfectly reasonable bed with a headache. If you could just check me over and then I'll be on my way.”
“Mr. Edgeworth. There is no way I could let you go. You have only just recovered from a serious head injury. Concussion can take up to 48 hours after the initial head injury.”
“Well my scans are clear.” Edgeworth replied conclusively.
“Mr. Edgeworth, I can't stop you walking out of here. But at least go and stay with a relative or something. Someone who can watch over you for tonight?”
“I have no-one.” Edgeworth replied darkly.
“You can come and stay at my place.” offered Phoenix.
“Your place?” Edgeworth repeated.
“Yeah. I mean, for the one night. I'll keep an eye on you. Then you can carry on like nothing happened..”
“Perhaps you should come to my place.” Edgeworth replied. “More room. You can stay in the spare room. I doubt you have one.” he replied softly.
“Nope. Just the basics at my end.” Phoenix nodded.
Edgeworth bit the corner of his lip thoughtfully then nodded.
“Is this the only way?” he asked the doctor, his grey eyes thin and calculating.
“Its not the ONLY way. You could hire a private nurse--”
“I am cheaper.” Phoenix nodded.
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“So, will you 'look' after him?” asked the doctor with a wry smile at Edgeworth who was looking rather annoyed with the way he was being treated.
“Yeah, as much as I can.” Phoenix nodded, smirking.
Edgeworth looked like he was ready to cancel the whole thing and stay in hospital, but then he glanced at his files.
“Well, lets get those papers signed then I can go home and start working on the case.” he sighed.
The doctor smiled and put the papers down.
“A preliminary check if you don't mind Mr. Edgeworth.” The doctor replied getting out his torch from his top pocket.
Edgeworth sat on the bed as Maya came back in with some snacks.
“Maya.” Began Phoenix quietly. “I've decided to go to Edgeworth's place for tonight. Something about him getting a concussion later on. Its only for tonight. Will you be okay staying at the apartment?”
“Sure. Its not like you don't have a phone and TV.” she smiled.
Phoenix gave a snort.
“We'll stop by the atm on the way home. So I can plug you with pizza money.”
“Thanks Nick.” She smiled handing him some candy.
He shook his head and focused on Edgeworth.
“Tomorrow, I'll get a cab, pick you up at 8.00. Okay?” he asked.
“Sure.” she nodded through a mouthful of chocolate.
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By the time Phoenix and Edgeworth had reached his door, Phoenix had broken into a sweat.
Edgeworth took a key from his pocket and put it in the lock, turned it once and opened the door.
At once a flash of blonde fur bolted out of the door and knocked Edgeworth to the ground.
“PESS!” Edgeworth laughed.
Phoenix looked as a large Shiba Inu dog began licking at Edgeworth's face and neck, its big, curled tail wagging persistently as it made sure he knew that he had missed his master.
“Pess!! Pess!” Edgeworth smiled and stroked the dogs face calmly. “I'm home now...”
The dog's head inclined inquisitively and then the dog panted, its pink tongue lolling on its teeth.
“You have a dog?” asked Phoenix smiling.
“Yes, this is Pess.” Edgeworth nodded and got up. “My neighbour Mrs. Fortesque looks after him when I am called away unexpectedly, takes him for a walk on the common. She looked after him last night. Hence why he's all excited. Pess!”
Pess looked up at him, sat up straight, his tail brushing the varnished floor.
“This, Is Phoenix Wright. He will be staying for one night. Say Hello.” he ordered gently.
Pess looked up at Phoenix, still panting and began to circle him, sniffing intently at Phoenix's trousers, shoes, jacket, and finally sling.
“If you just offer your hand for him to sniff-” suggested Edgeworth softly.
Phoenix offered his uninjured hand to Pess, hoping the smell of the sugar didn't upset him.
Pess licked his hand and wagged his tail before trotting back to Edgeworth.
“Come on in.” Edgeworth nodded to Phoenix before heading into the apartment himself.
Phoenix looked around at once and smiled.
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There wasn't much on so Phoenix retired to his room after turning off all of the main electrics. He walked past Miles' room. Pausing to see if Miles was perhaps still awake. He paused to hear the slightest page rustle. Or to hear the sound of a low television or radio.
But he was out for the count, by the sounds of the low snores that emitted from the room.
Phoenix hesitated as he watched his hand move of its own accord to the door knob.
It was his duty to make sure Miles was okay, after all, That's why he was here, right? He had to check he wasn't vomiting and inhaling it, or suffering bleeding or coughing up blood or...something?
Decision made!
He opened the door gently and quietly and looked in.
Miles room was certainly as tidy as the rest of the flat. In fact, it was a hell of a lot more tidy.
The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp and the room had varnished wooden floors rather than bamboo. The walls were magnolia coloured and the whole room smelled faintly of fresh laundry. Miles was in bed, the sheets matched the walls for colour, Pess was curled up at his feet next to the wicker laundry hamper and Miles was fast asleep.
His eyes closed, breathing quite normally. Healthily.
Beside his bed was a photo Phoenix had never seen before. An old photo in a silver frame.
It had a picture of a man with grey hair swept back tidily, he wore glasses, and was smiling as he held up a smaller boy, with longer grey hair. Miles.
Gregory...Gregory Edgeworth.
Miles was smiling and holding his fathers attorney badge out to the camera as Gregory laughed, his eyes creased with joy as his son showed off his father's work.
Phoenix sighed softly and looked at Miles. He was sleeping soundly enough. His job was done.
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Yeah, thanks to the likes of fucking 4-chan posting her art everywhere unsourced, she took down her best art. Thanks a lot.
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Cry moar. These whiny Japanese artists need to learn that if they don't want people taking and reposting their artwork, they shouldn't put it on the fuckin internet in the first place.
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They made their way to the living room where Phoenix sat on the floor as Edgeworth took a seat on the couch.
“Wright, must you sit on the floor?” he asked with disdain.
“Well, i'm comfy down here, besides, I'd hate to get crumbs on that couch.” Phoenix grinned.
Edgeworth gave a sort of stifled smirk and handed Pess a piece of toast.
“Edgeworth...?” began Phoenix after swallowing a mouthful of pancake.
“Yes...?” he asked as he checked the morning paper.
“Uhm, thanks. For looking after me while I was here. It was really...cool of you.”
“...You're welcome.” he nodded and smiled.
“So, when did you get the glasses?” asked Phoenix looking at the TV set that was showing an episode of the Steel Samurai due to air tonight.
“Its just for reading fine print. Like stock market shares.” he replied.
“You follow the stock market?” Phoenix asked with awe.
“Naturally. Investing is a wise move, providing you have an eye for what is rising up,...and knowing when to pull out.”
“That's one hell of a euphemism Miles.” Phoenix grinned.
Miles thought for a moment, and then permitted himself a lip twitch in amusement. “Indeed.”
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Hey, i will start posting stuff in about three to four hours go to sleep. :)

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This thread is wonderful, fic, pics and doujin. Thank you anons.
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