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Author's Note: Hey, guys! Okay, so, in case you missed this message on my other account, Cookie Blossom, I've decided to rewrite this fic, along with all of my others. I wrote the original 'Irresistible Love and the Turnabout' years ago, when I was just starting out at writing, and the quality of my fics have greatly improved. (: Again, spoilers for the first three games.
So, please give me the support you guys gave me last time, because I really enjoy hearing what you guys think.
~Rainbow Fruit Loop x
~Irresistible Love and the Turnabout~
"Objection! The defence has failed to prove anything yet." Miles stated, a smirk playing on his features as he watched his rival's facial expression turn from one of confident arrogance to one of horrified shock.
"Objection! Yes, I have!" Phoenix yelled, his strong voice too loud for the small courtroom. "I've proved that the witness didn't observe the moment of the crime. She's not a decisive witness. She's lying."
"Objection! I'll accept the fact that my witness didn't observe the actual moment of the crime, but-"
"Why did you object, then? I'm right." Phoenix interrupted, his face triumphant.
Miles sighed, and shook his head at the incompetence of the defence attorney in front of him.
Does he ever actually read the case files?
"Please, Wright, let me finish my sentence. As I was saying, the witness may not have witnessed the exact moment of the shooting, but kindly remember the witness's profession."
When all he received was a blank stare from the blue suit-clad attorney, and an equally unintelligent look from the Judge. Miles rolled his eyes.
"The witness is a celebrity journalist. At the moment of the crime she had access to a video camera."
The audience whispered amongst themselves, obviously surprised at this mild turn of events.
"Oh…" Phoenix trailed off, and turned to his self-proclaimed assistant to whisper secrets of 'battle strategies'.
"The witness has solid evidence that the defendant shot the victim, Your Honour!" Miles revealed, folding his arms and smirking.
Again, the audience whispered - more loudly, this time - and Miles wondered briefly if they thought of the trials as messed-up films.
"Order! I will have order!" The Judge banged his gavel in an ineffectual attempt to get the audience to focus. "Mr. Edgeworth! Why didn't you present this evidence before? You could be held in contempt of Court!"
Miles shook his head. "I was trying, Your Honour, but it's hard to make a point when the defence cannot refrain from objecting to my every sentence."
The Judge blinked. "Oh. Right. Don't let me stop you, Mr. Edgeworth."
"Indeed, Your Honour. Now, I would like draw the court's attention to this disk." Miles held up a disk which was reflecting the light, making it shine all the colours of the rainbow.
"That's the footage of the victim being murdered, right?" Phoenix asked, his dark eyebrows furrowing.
You're beaten, Wright. Just admit it.
"Good observations, Wright." Miles murmured under his breath. "Yes, it is." he said, his voice louder this time. "Shall I play it, Your Honour?"
Miles walked over to the small laptop in the middle of the courtroom, inserted the disk, and watched as the screen flickered to life.
The laptop was connected to a projector, and Phoenix's eyes widened as he saw his client holding a gun.
No matter how many times I watch this video clip, it still sends chills down my spine. Despite being a prosecutor and watching people die often, I still don't like it.
Miles glanced over at the defence attorney on his left. Phoenix was anxiously running a hand through his already-spiky hair, making in stand up on even more bizarre angles.
The prosecutor felt a small pang of something he didn't quite understand as he thought about Phoenix's feelings at the moment. The footage was definitely going to prove the defendant's guilt, and Wright didn't like losing.
Miles snapped out of his thoughts, eyes flickering towards the moving images.
Not much was happening in the film at the moment; the witness was simply filming the people entering the large building on the left of the screen.
It was a celebrity party, Miles assumed, judging by the witness's occupation, and the people waltzing towards the building were all wearing smart clothing - glitter and bright colours, long dresses and tuxedos, lipstick and ties.
After a few minutes of not much, a loud crash resounded throughout the courtroom.
The angle of the filming changed dramatically as the witness whirled around towards the darkness. She moved forwards - slowly and hesitantly - until she reached the back entrance, where the courtroom was treated with a view of two people standing a few metres apart.
Everything was silent until a skinny, dark haired man - very obviously the defendant - spoke up.
"Get outta my way, girly."
"No. This is the staff-only entrance. You're not allowed in through this door."
"I don't give a fuck, do I? I don't have time for your crap. Let me through, or I'll have to do something drastic."
There was a squeal of terror emitted from the victim as the defendant pulled a gun out of the inside of his jacket.
"Listen here. I've got things to do, and I'm going to be killed unless you let me in. I don't want to do this, but unless you move…"
The threat was left hanging in the air, and Miles heard a faint sob coming from the victim's mother.
"No, please, I'll lose my job… Please, no-"
The bang was loud and harsh, and the victim fell over backwards - a jet of crimson blood spraying from her body.
Miles winced as he heard the victim scream. She was still alive, and it had been a slow, painful death.
The camera then dropped to the ground, and the footage ended.
The entire court was silent.
"There is my evidence. That is all, Your Honour." Miles said grimly, stepping forwards to take the disk out of the laptop.
"If that was taking place, then why did the witness not do anything to stop it?" Phoenix asked, looking pointedly at the witness.
The witness was a pretty girl - blonde and small with too many bangles around her thin wrists.
"I would rather think that-" Miles began, before Phoenix interrupted with his trademark objection.
"Objection! I was talking to the witness, Edgeworth!"
Miles shut his mouth.
All eyes turned to towards the witness who was looking close to tears.
"I didn't… He had a gun… I didn't want to die…" she whimpered. "It was either her, or both of us…"
Phoenix frowned, but didn't object to the statement.
"Through this video, we can easily identify the motive for murder." Miles said, picking up the papers on the table in front of him.
"The defendant, Callumn Hinnie, is a member of a local gang. Said gang is called 'The Angels'."
Phoenix snorted in amusement, and Miles turned his glare up another notch.
"'The Angels' have been involved in a number of high end thefts recently, and we can assume that this party was just another targeted robbery. If you can recall, the party was one for celebrities, but whether they were planning on stealing equipment or jewellery is both unknown and unnecessary at this point."
The defendant scratched at his head, eyes narrowed and lips pursed.
"The victim, Alicia O'Connor, was an unarmed detective who was standing guard on the night of the party. She was a first year detective, hence the unprofessional attitude to the situation. She was forbidden from allowing anyone - save the catering staff - from entering through that door. When the homicide division went to examine the crime scene, they made note of the expensive electronics inside the building. His motive for murder was simply that she refused to give him entry to the building, and, therefore, she had to be dealt with."
Miles let a self-satisfied smirk reign free on his features.
There is no way that Wright can wriggle out of it this time.
The Judge stroked at his chin thoughtfully. "Hm. That sounds like a reasonable motive for murder."
It's about time that I beat Wright. Surely he can't deny the fact that his client is guilty.
"I think I have enough evidence to hand down a correct verdict." The Judge stated. "Would the defendant please take the stand?"
The defendant shuffled to the stand, hooded sweatshirt covering his face.
"I see no reason to prolong this trial. The court finds the defendant, Callumn Hinnie, guilty. That is all. The Court is adjourned."
Miles stepped out of the courtroom, his tired eyes closing for a brief second before he started walking towards the courthouse cafeteria.
It feels good to have such a simple case closed and won within a day.
As he walked, Miles listened to the sound of the footsteps on the highly polished floor. His own were quick and sharp, revealing that he had a place to be, and that he wasn't going to waste time. Others were slow and lazy; much reflecting the personality of other, less busy humans.
When someone stopped walking in front of Miles - causing him to halt abruptly - the prosecutor looked upwards.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of dark hair, pink clothes and glitzy gold.
His eyebrows furrowed.
He smiled lightly to himself when she finally caught his eyes - breaking out into a run.
I must admit; it's good to see her again.
The memories of times past shared and experiences fought together swirled around inside his head, acting like a slideshow.
Finally, Kay managed to navigate her way through the unmoving hoard of people - closing the distance between them with a huge bear hug.
"Hi, Mr. Edgeworth!" she enthused after she had pulled away, beaming up at him through dark eyes.
"Kay Faraday. It's great to see you again." he said, returning the smile with a hint of hesitance.
"How are you?" she asked him eagerly, tilting her head to the side as she waited for his answer.
"I'm fine, thank you, Kay. Busy. How about yourself?"
"I'm great! It's nice to be back in America." she smiled to herself, absentmindedly brushing her fringe out of her eyes; drawing Miles' eyes to the large key perched on top of her head.
"I'm sure it is. How was your trip?" he asked her, still fully aware of the fact that they weren't moving, and everyone around them was.
I'll acknowledge that fact that I've missed you, Kay. Your laughter and happy-go-lucky charisma is infectious.
And Wright did say that you made me more human - not that I care what his opinion of me is.
"It was really interesting. Very fun, too." Kay laughed, her eyes shining with her trademark happiness.
"How's your current, er, profession coming along?" he asked. "Or have you, perhaps, changed it to something more… legal?"
"Of course not! I'm not going to let my Dad down!" Kay enthused, a faintly horrified expression on her face. "But it's going great. I haven't actually stolen anything yet, though…" she mused, pressing a finger to her lips as she thought.
As "The Great Thief Yatagarasu", she seems completely inadequate. I don't quite think she's suited for the career.
"Good work, Kay. Keep it that way." Miles suggested, eyebrows raising in slight amusement.
"You wish! What's so wrong about stealing information about black market trades and bringing criminals to justice?" she asked happily, punching her fists in the air in enthusiasm. "It's what you do, isn't it?"
"We've had this argument so many times, Kay. I bring people to justice in a more… conventional way."
"You're a stick in the mud, Mr. Edgeworth!" Kay commented, lips curling upwards into a devious grin.
"So I've been told."
"So, how's the Prosecutors Office?" she asked.
"Busy." Miles stated, looking at his watch. "I was just about to have lunch at the Courthouse Cafeteria. Would you care to join me?"
"Sure! We need to catch up!"
"Surely we've already done that." Miles grumbled under his breath.
"So, Kay, what bought you back to America? I thought you were going to be staying in Bolivia for another six months?" Miles asked, taking a sip of his mineral water.
I wondered how long that particular 'adventure' would last.
"Well, it's my birthday in a few weeks, and I'll be turning eighteen! So, I thought, 'I can't have a birthday bash without my friends!' So, I decided to come back to America for a while."
"That sounds… great." Miles commented indifferently. "What type of "birthday bash" are you having?" He didn't particularly care, but thought that asking questions would be the polite thing to do.
"Just a casual hangout with friends and stuff. Food. Singing. Dancing. Loud music. Games." Kay shrugged. "That sort of thing. But I won't let you come without a partner."
"Why am I invited to this? I don't have a partner to bring." Miles grumbled.
"No girlfriend?" Kay asked, amazed shock causing her eyes to widen.
"No." The current conversation topic was starting to make Miles feel uncomfortable.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend, Mr. Edgeworth?"
Kay made a noise of exasperation. "Why not?"
"I have never felt the urge to pursue a romantic relationship with somebody." Miles shook his head slightly. "Besides; I'm far too busy."
Miles thought he heard Kay mutter 'asexual' under her breath, but chose to ignore the childish action.
Kay's smile suddenly turned wicked. "I have a deal for you then. You have to find a partner by my birthday party or else I won't let you use the "Little Thief" ever again."
Miles groaned to himself, narrowly resisting the urge to face palm.
I really don't think that my personal life has anything to do with you, Kay.
"Let's not be drastic, Kay." Miles said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "We both know that your "request" is very unreasonable. I won't have time to find a partner."
"You don't want to be alone for the rest of your life, do you?" Kay wailed; always one to be a touch melodramatic. "You'll never know what it feels like to love - what it feels like to be loved!"
"It's worked for the past ten years, so I really wouldn't worry." Miles said, sarcasm lacing his voice.
"Whatever. The deal is set, and you can't back out. It's for your own good, so don't complain." Kay said cheerily.
"That's hardly fair, Kay." Miles already knew that trying to reason with the dark haired menace was a waste of time. "I don't know the first thing about dating! How am I supposed to get a date by your party with my limited lack of knowledge and time?"
"You'll manage. You always do." Kay reminded him gently.
Great. Just when I thought that life couldn't get any more inconvenient.
Miles sighed to himself, and plucked absentmindedly at a bit of invisible fluff on his arm.
He was irritated - to say the least - by Kay's childish bet. It was a waste of time - yet something he couldn't dare to ignore, because, without the "Little Thief", work was tiresome and long. Kay wouldn't change her mind, because she was as stubborn as she was frustrating.
I really don't need this bother. I'm far too busy.
How am I going to get a 'date'? I don't have a clue about how to start relationships, or even how to meet a potential date, or anything like that.
…This is all nonsense.
Miles was sitting at the desk in his office, staring glumly at the blank piece of paper in front of him, when a thought struck him.
…Maybe…. Maybe I could call Wright?
…Would he help me? Would he know anything about relationships? I guess there's only one way to find out - no matter how demeaning it may be.
Before he had the chance to change his mind, Miles picked up his cell phone and held down button number one. It surprised him when he realised that Phoenix's cell phone number was on the top of his speed-dial list.
When did I put him on my speed dial? …And why did I subconsciously know which number he is?
Miles dismissed the thoughts from his mind, deeming them as 'unimportant' and 'a waste of time'.
He held the phone to his ear impatiently, fingers drumming against the desk as he waited.
Come on, Wright. Answer your phone.
"Uh, hey. Is that you, Edgeworth?" Phoenix's hesitant voice rang out through the speakers of Miles' phone.
"Yes, Wright. I'm calling because of a certain situation that has aroused because Kay Faraday has come back to America." Miles said quickly, interrupting Phoenix's inevitable words of concern.
"…What has she done…?" Phoenix asked after a few seconds, his voice uncertain.
"She's invited me to her eighteenth birthday party. The catch is that I cannot use her device the "Little Thief" without attending with a partner of a romantic nature."
"Why does she care?" Phoenix asked curiously, his interests straying.
"I don't know, Wright." Miles snapped. "But I need the "Little Thief" and I need a partner."
"Ask an ex-girlfriend?" Wright suggested.
"I don't have one." Miles shot back.
"Ask a friend to pretend to date you?"
"I don't have any female friends."
Miles ignored the chuckle that came from Phoenix's end of the phone.
"So, let me get this straight. You don't have any female friends, or any female interests at the moment, and you need a partner of a romantic nature. So you decided to call me. Right?"
Miles murmured in agreement.
"Well, Edgeworth, while I'm flattered by your interest-"
"Wait, no, objection!" Miles managed to burst out, cheeks quickly turning red. "I'm not asking you to be my partner. No. Not at all. That would be strange. And unpleasant. And-"
"Calm down, Edgeworth. I was only joking. I know you're not asking me to date you because you were overcome by a sudden passionate love."
Miles could almost hear Phoenix rolling his eyes down the line.
"No. Okay, I have a suggestion then. I'll help you to find a partner if you promise to be nice to me."
Help me find a partner? Is he completely stupid?
"Wright…" Miles groaned, scrubbing a hand across his face. "Will that really help? Even if - by a long shot - we find someone willing to date me, we both know that I won't be able to sustain the desires of said woman for long."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Edgeworth. I'm sure we could find some sad loser willing to be your girlfriend." Phoenix sniggered to himself.
Miles wished that glares could be transmitted and received via cell phones.
"Very funny, Wright. I just don't understand any of this "relationship" nonsense. It's a waste of time. And I don't think that you're going to be able to help me, so-"
"Come on, Edgeworth. Give me a chance. I'll teach you everything you need to know about keeping a girlfriend. I do want to help you. And, if for some reason we can't find you a girlfriend, then you can go with me. We can pretend that we're madly in love or something. Then I'll 'break up' with you, and Kay will be none the wiser."
Miles scowled to himself.
"…I'd be the one breaking up with you, Wright." he muttered darkly, struggling to keep a sudden surge of strange heat from colouring his face.
Phoenix chuckled to himself.
Miles sighed in defeat. "All right. I'll let you teach me what I need to know. This had better be worth my time."
Great. Just great. Now I have to have 'lessons' with the fool. He'll just end up teasing me about my lack of knowledge when it comes to love.
This will be such a waste of time.
"Great. You free tomorrow?" Phoenix asked.
"I suppose. What are you planning?"
"Pizza. The pizza place round the corner from the Courthouse? We can chat then. I don't think you'll learn these things over the phone." The humour in Phoenix's voice was evident, and it made Miles scowl.
"Ha." Miles muttered sarcastically, absentmindedly fiddling with his pen. "If you irritate me, Wright, I will stop these lessons."
"You make it sound like you're the one doing me the favour." Phoenix pointed out, his voice slightly smug. "This is all for you, you know."
But is it?
"I'm sure. Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow at the pizza restaurant at twelve."
"Twelve thirty would be better for me." Phoenix commented.
"Okay, fine. It's a date then."
"Wright…" Miles mumbled, warning tones rumbling though his voice.
"Sorry. Couldn't help it. See you tomorrow, Edgeworth."
Miles hung the phone up with a childish stab of satisfaction.
Okay. Well, this is going to be a waste of time, but I guess I should be thankful that Wright is willing to give up his, er, 'precious' time to help me.
He's a better friend than I thought.
This is going to be horrible, and he knows it.
Miles snapped his eyes shut; two fingers making their way up to rub sharply at each of his temples. He could feel a migraine coming on.
I just… don't want to be in a relationship. But I don't think I have a choice.
Miles sighed to himself, and glanced down at the stack of papers on his desk. He had a report to write up for the case he had just won, and the task ahead seemed like a good way to forget his troubles; as gruelling and tedious as it would be.
Saying that, Miles was always happiest when he was working; though happiness seemed like an exceedingly difficult thing for him to find. The depression he often felt clung to his skin like tendrils of mist - its lonely, miserable fingers scratching across his skin in a way that made him feel uncomfortable in his own body.
It was a suffocating kind of mist - foggy and bleak - and he was waiting for the day that it lifted, letting him breathe in the warm, sweet air that brought smiles to the faces of everyone around him; the musical air that looked like gold and sounded like laughter.
He was waiting, and he was hoping.