Well, here comes another new fandom! I recently got into the Phoenix Wright game series, and really love it! So, here is the result of an RP between me and Letovix, the one who got me into the series! Hope you enjoy it!

Phoenix Wright and all characters belong to Capcom.

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“Well, Mr. Wright, I'd say that this trial is becoming quite tedious, don't you?” Miles Edgeworth smiled at his opposing rival, Phoenix Wright, as they walked out of the courtroom after yet another break in the trial of April Showers, a girl accused of murdering her mother by drowning her in their home at Peachtree Manor. The trial had lasted for nearly five hours, and in that amount of time, they’d gotten nowhere.

Phoenix nodded, rolling his eyes. “For once, I completely agree with you, Mr. Edgeworth.”

Miles couldn’t resist joshing the novice attorney a bit. Spats and arguments between the two were daily occurrences after his trial over three months ago. "’Mister’? Since when do you use formalities outside the courtroom?”

“Since you called me "Mister" first, you gay bastard!” Phoenix returned, scowling at the other man. He hated when Edgeworth called him on such stupid tittle-tattle. The man was picky, it was true, but did he have to nit-pick every damn thing Phoenix said?!

“This is true, but I'm always using formalities. I'm a gentleman, unlike yo-... What do you mean "gay"!? You have no proof that I'm of a homosexual nature! Gay. Please...” It was clear that Miles was uncomfortable with the accusation, as a dark blush crept up his neck and cheeks, making him look vulnerable. And Nick could just never resist goading the prosecutor on when it came to this particular subject.

“Oh come ON! You wear a freaking purple coat and a cravat! How much more gay can you get?!”

Edgeworth growled, glaring at the defense attorney. “It's MAGENTA, Wright. And cravats were a standard clothing item for aristocrats in the late 1800s! You have no evidence against me, and I'm CERTAINLY not going to confess, because I'm NOT gay. ...Since when are you a prosecuting attorney, anyway? When did we switch places?”

“Since we're not in a legal court of law! Outside of that courtroom, I can play the role of whoever I damn well please!” Miles was trying to switch the subject. Phoenix could easily tell that much. So he decided to humor the man for a moment, choosing to ask another misguided question. “So, why the hell ARE you wearing clothing from another century? Are you lost...? The Museum of National History is that way. Did you fall out of an exhibit or something?” Oh, yeah. Let’s see you answer that one, oh mighty prosecutor.

“Very mature, Wright.” Miles retorted. “But if you want to play it that way, then I can comply, I suppose.” He cleared his throat before dramatically pointed at Phoenix’s chest. “Why don't you get a tie that actually MATCHES your suit, Wright? If you're going to comment on my "incredibly gay pink suit", then how about getting yourself a tie that's not...oh, I don't know, PINK? Really, Wright, your observational skills are lacking when it comes to matters outside the courtroom.” They had both stopped walking by this time, standing in the middle of the empty lobby.

“At least I'm not afraid to admit where my sexual orientation is involved!” Phoenix snapped, his face burning at the insult. “Face it, Edgeworth. You're in complete denial of your love for me!” Where had that come from?! Sure, he was completely and utterly in love with Miles Edgeworth, but he had only heard through rumors that Edgeworth returned the feelings, leading to the accusation. Still, it seemed like a good enough excuse to keep the argument going.

“Admit your sexual-? What!? Are you admitting to having feelings for me, Wright? Because I swear if this is a joke to attempt getting me out of the closet, you're going to be the victim in the next murder case. And they'll never catch me.” Miles glared at the boy, watching as his facial expression turned from embarrassment to shock to irritation.

Phoenix had to fix his slip-up. He couldn’t let Miles know about his feelings. Manly pride wouldn't let Edgeworth win this game. “Hah! YOU?! I'd rather die than admit that I really do have feelings for you!” Shit. “Wait...nevermind. Forget I ever said that! Anyhow, I'm not trying to get you out of the closet...just trying to put together some pieces of the mysterious puzzle that you are.” Good save, Wright. Good save.

Miles caught the subtle message, a small grin trying to reach his lips. I'll log that away for later... He thought. “So...by blindingly accusing me of being interested in other men, you think that you can figure out who I am..? Interesting way of going about it. You know, if you wanted to get to know me more, you could have just asked me out for dinner or something.” He stopped, his eyes wide and a small blush on his cheeks. “W-wait. Like...a friendly gentleman's outing out, not...a date out.”

Aha...so that's the way he's thinking, eh? Well, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it, and we'll go out to dinner...and I'll try to worm it out of him then. Perfect. Phoenix thought, narrowing his eyes at the other. “Well, in that case, I'm very interested in learning more about you after all these years. I'm sure your past mistakes and screw-ups will make great table conversation. So...6:00 pm on Thursday night? Your house?”

Edgeworth considered that for a moment, mentally checking his calendar. “I...suppose that would be acceptable. But the only mistakes I made involve befriending you anyway, so you're not likely to find anything new there.” He smirked, pointing again at Phoenix. “Oh. And Wright? I'm sure that you have acceptable evening wear, yes? And no, that bright blue atrocity doesn't count. Wear your best, Wright, I won't be seen at any kind of restaurant with you in THAT.”

Fuming, Phoenix replied, “Is that so? Well then, I don't want to be seen ANYWHERE that isn't a courtroom with you in that purple gaytard outfit!” He pointed back at Edgeworth, seething with irritation. “If I have to dress in my colonial best, you have to as well!”

Edgeworth stood up even straighter than he already was. "I beg your pardon, Wright, but this is my best suit! But if you insist..." He began to slip off the main magenta jacket, revealing a simple black vest with a white, long-sleeved dress shirt on underneath. "Would this be acceptable to you, oh lord of fashion statements?"

Phoenix had to admit it. Edgeworth looked better without the coat...and the suit was indeed dressy. "Much better." He allowed himself to say. "Although, you could do without the silly buttons. I mean, come ON! They're pearl buttons! Only girls wear clothing with pearl buttons!"

"I'm not stripping for you, Wright." Was all that he said about that. "Anyway...wait, you can't drive. You plan on walking to my house? How about I just drive over and pick YOU up instead?"

Phoenix pouted at that. Was it his fault he'd surpassed the legal amount of times you could take your driver's education test? Who knew there was even a legal limit?! Well, he supposed after the hundredth time, literally, they had to stop somewhere. "I suppose that is...reasonable."

"Good." Edgeworth stated, slipping his suit coat back on. "Then I will be at your apartment at 6:00 pm, sharp. I don't believe in 'fashionably late' Wright, so be ready by then, or I'll leave without you." Nick rolled his eyes. He supposed that all he could do was hope Edgeworth didn't show up early...

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It was 5:30 pm on Thursday night, and Phoenix was STILL hunting through his closet for something suited to Miles' tastes. "Damn it!" he cursed, throwing a pair of khaki pants onto the pile of clothes that could rival his pile of paperwork this week. "Why the hell does he do this to me?! And it's nearly 6:00...shit!" A small knock on the door sent him whirling around. "Come in." He called out, wrapping his bathrobe around him more tightly. Maya entered, carrying a cup of tea. "Thought you'd need this. You're going to, if you--" She stared at him. "Why aren't you dressed yet?!" "Because Bitchface decided that he wanted me to dress to his standards."

Maya grinned. "So it IS a date! Nick, you sly dog, you said it was just an outing! It's a known fact that it's officially a date if you dress up. So is he paying for dinner, or are you?" She teased, nudging him. Phoenix blushed and opened his mouth to retaliate, but another knock on the door made him jump. "C-come in!" Edgeworth did just that, and made his way into the bedroom, looking quite dashing, poised as ever. He had replaced his black vest for a pinstripe blue one, and substituted his bright magenta pants for something a little more neutral: black. The rest of his outfit was basically the same, however: Shined black shoes, white, collared shirt and heaven forbid he get rid of his cravat! Maya whistled, and Edgeworth rolled his eyes upon spotting the pile of clothes on Phoenix's bed. "I knew it was a good idea to come early. Why aren't you dressed yet?" Maya grinned, fairly certain that Nick was going to use a different answer than the one he gave her.

"Oh...because...um...uh...my clothes...yeah...about them." A bead of sweat rolled down his neck, and he knew he was blushing. "I couldn't...find...anything." He said lamely. Great. The great defense attorney was speechless and sounding so stupid at the same time. Could this day get any worse?!

"Honestly, Wright, you're utterly hopeless, aren't you? Just wear something suitable for an evening out." He barged in and began rummaging through the pile of very unsorted clothes, but it took even him a whole ten minutes to find something for Nick to wear. "Here. Just wear this." He tossed Phoenix a pair of pinstripe, dark blue dress pants and a black dress shirt. "Those will do just fine. The shoes you usually wear will do as well, so hurry and get dressed."

"Fine, Mr. Fancy-Pants-Who-Just-Barges-Into-My-Room-and-Starts-Going-Through-My-Stuff, but you're going to get out!" And as Phoenix moved to push Wright out the door, he failed to remember that his bathrobe tie wasn't tied, and the robe fell open, revealing only his underwear. Miles' eyes immediately flew from the sight to the flushed face in front of him. "GET OUT!" Nick was desperate, and now it had just gotten worse! He slammed the door on Edgeworth's heels and leaned against it, his face three shades of red.

"Uhh...Nick?" Phoenix froze, and Edgeworth, who was still standing in front of the door, collided with Maya, who Nick threw out after realizing that she was still in the room. "Not very careful, is he?" "Nope. Definitely not." Nick emerged soon after, sporting the attire that Edgeworth had picked out for him, and Edgeworth stood from the couch, where he was sitting and conversing with Maya. "You look good, Wright. But I don't even want to see your ties, so I brought one of my own for you. Yours probably have cute little cartoon characters on them, or perhaps bright colors and bold patterns?" Reaching into his pocket, ignoring the looks Phoenix was shooting him, he pulled out a black and silver, triangular-striped tie, walking over to the defense attorney and hooking it around his neck, fixing it for him. "If I let you do it, then you'd just end up wrinkling it. It's pure silk after all. I always wear my cravat, so I don't need it."

Nick tried to pout at that, but with the occasional times when Edgeworth's fingers would brush against his bare neck and chin, it was near impossible. His fingers are so soft...What?! No, I'm NOT thinking like that! No! No, no, no! But the blush on his face couldn't be denied, and so once Edgeworth pulled away, Phoenix turned away, trying to will his face back to normalcy. "Come on. Let's get this over with." He muttered, waving half-heartedly to Maya, who just grinned. "Keep him out as late as you want, Mr. Edgeworth! As late as you want..." Nick shot her a glare, but the answering grin was enough to know what her thoughts were.

The door shut behind them, and as they made their way to Edgeworth's car, the pink prosecutor couldn't help but ask. "'Get this over with'? If I recall, you WANTED to do this. Have you changed your mind?" Their heels clacked against the stone of the parking lot, and Edgeworth unlocked his fancy red sports car, getting in the driver's seat as Nick went for the passenger's side.

"I do want to do this, but your attitude is making it very hard for me. I don't even know..." Phoenix dropped his voice a few octaves, muttering under his voice. “I don’t even know why I like you so much…” Of course, he hoped that Edgeworth hadn't heard, so he simply buckled his seatbelt and settled back against the leather seat.

Luckily for Phoenix, the words were too horribly mumbled for Edgeworth to be able to understand most of them, so all he caught was "don't", "know", and "so much". He didn't pres on the matter. He sped away, (Not too fast mind you, the speed limit was only 50, and far be it for HIM to break the law.) and the two engaged in pleasant banter until Edgeworth pulled into a very nice looking restaurant that Phoenix knew he couldn't afford. "This is why I wanted you to wear something nice. I come here on special occasions. Oh, don't give me that look Wright, I don't expect you to pay your own way, there's no way you can afford it. Don't worry. Tonight's dinner is on me. I'm sure you need to save as much money as possible anyway." he smirked, stepping out of the flashy car.

Phoenix's mouth dropped open then slammed shut again. He couldn't decide whether to press the issue or not. Maybe objecting would be a nice option. He climbed out of the car and slammed his hands on the hood. "Objection!" he yelled into the evening air. "Since when would you know or care about my financial state?!"

Edgeworth sent a very intimidating look over at Phoenix, and allowed his eyes to shift back and forth between his hands, which were still on the hood, and his face, the expression not looking quite so bold ever since Edgeworth's glare. "Well, if there's a dent on my hood, you won't be able to afford your own food ever again, because the repair bill for this will be sent to you." Nick hastily removed his hands from the car. No damage, other than a light smudge which he knew either Gumshoe or himself would have to clean. The relief was apparent by the look on his face. "I'll let you wipe that offending smudge away when we get back to your apartment." He knew it... "Now if you want to pay for your own food, far be it for me to stop you. By all means, go right ahead." And he began walking over to the building.

"Bastard." Phoenix muttered under his breath. "Damn...sexy...bastard." He ran his fingers through his spiky hair, his hands shaking. Then he followed Miles through the door that the prosecutor graciously held open for him. "Thanks..." he mumbled, his attention temporarily averted for a moment as he stared in awe at the fancy dining room, complete with cozy corners where waiters were playing violins softly for a few couples. "Wow."

Miles stepped up beside him, and casually whispered, "I'm sorry, but you DID say that you were paying for your own food, correct? Or did I mishear?" Phoenix didn't seem terribly amused, although Edgeworth certainly did. "Table for two." he told the waiter, who was giving the two some...interesting looks. "One check." The look just got even more interesting.

The waiter led them over to a table near the back, a quiet area of the room. That didn't surprise Phoenix. What surprised him was the fact that Miles went around and pulled out his chair, gesturing that Phoenix was to sit down. Well...he WAS a gentleman anyway. When Miles had settled down into his own chair, the waiter gave them two thick menus and said, "You have a very nice evening, you two." making Phoenix blush as dark as Edgeworth's usual magenta coat.

Yeah. This evening was going to be very interesting, indeed.

Reviews are appreciated! :3 Hopefully you're enjoying our randomness so far.