Ace Attorney AU
Chapter V of Turnabout In Law
Summary: Edgeworth and Wright visit the Eerie Mansion (aka the Lemures Mansion) and do some investigating.
First case of Edgeworth & Wright!
Word Count: 1026
( Part VI )
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( Part VI )
The movement of a pawn. “I suppose it’s all one big conspiracy,” a voice states dryly.
The knight takes the pawn. “Now, Kaiba, what would make you say that? You’re getting paranoid.”
The young CEO stares at the board with a glare worthy of a general.
“Being acquainted with Yugi and the rest of the idiots will do that to you,” he agrees. “But I’m a young CEO in what happens to be an oddly cutthroat field. You’re the only one I can even vaguely tolerate, let alone, to a certain extent, trust. I believe you to be intelligent, self-motivated, willing to take risks.”
The British man shakes his head. “That’s my queen,” he corrects, and that’s one bishop gone forever.
Good riddance. People needed to stop bringing in destiny and miracles and actually act to bring them about. “You may seem all gentlemanly, but that’s hardly the whole. I just don’t bother.”
Edgeworth snorts politely, leaning back in the chair and sipping the tea. “No, I doubt anyone would accuse you of that.” He sighs. “Unfortunately, Wright has the same talent to attract the ridiculous. And it is our rivals who shape us, save us, hone our skills. And—if we’re unlucky—drag us down with them. We’re caught in this fight to the bitter end.”
Kaiba makes an irritated sound in the back of his throat. Perhaps, like Duel Monsters, this is yet another mind game—yet the two are one and the same, manipulative yet brutally honest. Unapologetic for who they are or how they’ve gotten here, for here is a good place to be. “I’d walk away. They’ve certainly caused me enough trouble. But…wouldn’t that be weak?”
It’s a question with no answer, not that Kaiba expects one. He needs to bring his best game, now.
“I don’t care if you bang dudes in your spare time. Just don’t do it in the hotel room. I don’t wanna walk in on that shit.”
“We didn’t have a conversation like this about the girls.”
“That’s because I could at least think about how the girls were hot.”
( One maniac at a time we will take it back )
( Rivals )
“I’ve had enough of games! What’s going on?” Apollo demands, voice booming over the playing field.
The piercing blue eyes dart over to him, and then the drifter throws off the beanie, familiar spikes springing free. Apollo gapes, for once, completely quiet. That’s Phoenix Wright, the Turnabout King and disgraced champion.
“Well, how’s this?” a voice offers, now no longer muffled by the raggedy scarf Wright tugs down from his face. It’s shockingly cheerful for a guy who had pretty much disappeared after his once shining reputation was in ruins, to the point there were recurring rumors about his death or mysterious disappearance. He was one of the hottest dueling topics in the tabloids. Perhaps even more than the King of Games, since at least a little more was known about the latter definitively.
“Shadow Games are real, this is in danger of becoming one, and if you stay, you’re likely to get caught up in this whole mess, too.”
Apollo thinks. He can be reckless, rash. He’s either overly angry or really nervous, but neither are really conducive to thinking things through logically. Most of the time.
Despite what the others in his class say, though, he is capable of patience sometimes, and he uses it now to examine the situation. He can’t just run into this like he usually does. It’s bigger than that.
So all this time, his mysterious benefactor hadn’t been some unknown duelist. And had been, maybe, dragging him into something, but at least was giving him a choice, now.
Maybe that was superficial. He half expects that Wright knows that, too. And yet.
Part of Phoenix still believes, and that’s enough to convince him. If a man who had lived through such horrors could still believe that good exists, then who was he to deny? Here was his chance to make a practical difference.
“Like you’re getting rid of me.” He recognizes that goofy grin, but the sharp, dangerous way the eyes narrow as he turns back to the other player is definitely new.
“There’s a boy I’ve got my eye on.”
“That’s hardly appropriate, Wright.”
“…Not what I meant.”
“As always, you need to learn to be specific.”
“He could be a good protégé. And we need those, in this time of darkness.”
“Wright, you’re getting to be as dramatic as your ghost friend.”
“She’s hardly dramatic. Other than being a ghost.”
“And I’m supposed to believe she times her entrances and exits that perfectly by coincidence, am I?”
“And she was certainly one of the ones who began the duel-disc slamming tradition.”
“…I get your point.”
“Did I do damage to your life points, then?”
“…You don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“The same could be said of my friends. I suppose I learn by example. And from the best.”
“Are you telling me you have cheated in every single duel since I’ve known you, Wright?” Edgeworth’s voice is unusually low and unusually dangerous.
Phoenix sports the same wry smile that Miles is really beginning to hate and flicks a hand nervously through the back of his hair, spikes bouncing as he does so. “Not really. I learned early on that the magatama wasn’t much use for duels. Well, normal duels. I make no promises for Shadow Duels, but we haven’t really faced each other in one, and since those are high-stakes and somewhat cheating, anyway, all I’m really doing is cheating them back. This little baby’s much more useful for, say, knowing when someone’s lying to me, or keeping a secret in their heart, and that’s not much use up there.”
He continues smiling, aware that he’s rarely if ever lied and certainly not to Edgeworth’s face. And that, despite himself and the closeness that suggests, his old friend can tell when he’s lying.
He still lets out a breath when Edgeworth speaks again. “You narrowly avoided a lawsuit, Wright. Good for you.” It’s an Edgeworth joke, probably, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to take it for granted.
The first sound, after Larry opens the door to his apartment is Phoenix slapping Miles in the face. And from the noise, he hadn’t held back at all. “You were gonna let me think you were dead, you jerk?”
“It wouldn’t have been a lie,” Edgeworth says quietly, with a conviction that hadn’t been present for a while.
Nick yells longer before the words process, and then he’s stunned speechless. “I—what.”
“I was standing on the edge, staring into that abyss.” The voice is soft but powerful, the same one that had held audiences captive. “I would like to say that I would’ve been strong enough not to take that step, but…I don’t think I can say that, in fact. Larry saved me. With a plan that was, frankly, ridiculous. You would’ve been proud, Wright.”
Nick notices the voice tremble at the end and wordlessly pulls Miles into a hug. Surprisingly, Miles makes no move to hurt Phoenix, so it’s probably safe enough for Larry to join in.
Instantly, there are protests, as Miles gets suffocated in the middle, and Larry starts laughing hysterically.
Surprisingly, in the end, they all end up laughing. It’s a good step on the way to rebuilding their friendship.