On the Edge
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madimpossibledreamerCasting Larry as Joey is the only thing that has ever gotten me excited about writing him. But it fits so well, which means, well. Awesome!Larry, coming through! /grins
Also, happy pi day!
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Ace Attorney/YuGiOh crossover universe. Or something. (Duel Destinies!)
Summary: Larry's on a mission, and Phoenix isn't the only one who would do anything for his friends.
Word Count: 955
Rating: Gen
Also, happy pi day!
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Ace Attorney/YuGiOh crossover universe. Or something. (Duel Destinies!)
Summary: Larry's on a mission, and Phoenix isn't the only one who would do anything for his friends.
Word Count: 955
Rating: Gen
Duelist Miles Edgeworth chooses death. The words that started it all.
It’s lucky I decided today of all days to go see the guy, Larry thinks, breath coming in huge gusts. And he says I’m an idiot.
He’d dropped the letter in that over the top, fancy script on the floor of the guy’s office. Edgeworth wouldn’t be pleased, but then again, if he lived through this, he could just deal. And not a deck. Whatever, he could hate his old pal even more than before, just as long as he lived to do so.
I know exactly where to find him, too. Some days his sense of the dramatic is actually useful. That old Von Karma building, where he held the tournament. Larry’s legs were screaming, but he could treat himself to pizza or something later.
Lucky, too, that it’s not far, considering Larry had no vehicle. Lucky that Edgeworth hated the elevator, couldn’t stand ‘em, and the building was high.
He makes it to near the top and sees Miles standing as if transfixed, staring at the fountains far below. But on the other side, well, it’s a drop, but it’s not as far of a drop. And the balcony is large enough they don’t run the risk of missing it altogether. He sees Edgeworth gulp and begin to raise his foot.
“No, you don’t!” he yells and takes a running jump.
He barely makes it over a gap yikes, that was there? and doesn’t miss his aim. He hits Edgeworth, who looks startled, and then they’re falling. And then, impact.
He’d somehow ended up on the bottom, and right now he feels like a truck ran him over. He can’t catch his breath.
Miles seems stunned, but then the predictable anger returns. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Once his breath returns, Larry mutters, “Right back atcha.” When he slams his fist into Edgeworth’s cheek, he doesn’t hold back at all. “That’s for being selfish. Hurting all your friends like that—not to mention Frannie?”
“I’m surprised she hasn’t skinned you yet,” Edgeworth mutters, but he’s starting to go back, to look like the unsure, frightened guy Larry had only grown familiar with lately.
“Clearly it’s my charming personality,” Larry states with a smile. It earns a touch of amusement in those eyes, and that’s what the Butz was looking for. “Seriously, you’re not allowed to just leave us all like that. Not when you’ve rejoined the side of not-psychopaths.”
Grey eyes glance to the side as a hand grasps at his left arm. “Yes, but for how long, Larry?”
“H-huh?” What the hell is going on in his brain?
“I’d rather die than become my stepfather.” The voice is quiet and low, but it sounds like the jerk isn’t more sure of anything.
“Well, who said that was the only solution? You’re not gonna become him, Edgey. You can be like your father instead.” Larry scoots himself and sits against the wall, strategically stretching his legs out completely in case Edgeworth decides to be an idiot again. At least he can make it more difficult.
“I don’t even remember much about him anymore.” It’s sad and exhausted. If Larry didn’t know better, he’d think Edgey was halfway dead. Nope, nope, no ghosts. Too close.
“Wait, you’re serious about this.” I mean, yeah, probably, he should’ve thought about that, given that it was serious enough to attempt suicide over, but still.
Aaaand, yeah, that’s the glare he hadn’t missed, though the last time he’d seen it was over a duel disk. “Really, you hadn’t figured that out. Sometimes I wonder whether you even have a brain in that skull of yours.” And there are the insults, too. Like ‘you’re a disgrace to the game. What’s a baboon like you doing here.’ But hey, I’m used to them, now. They don’t bother me anymore.
…Much.
“Hey, this is the brain that got second place in the tournament, when even you didn’t place.” Oops. Larry, this is not the time to be picking at his self esteem, no matter now tempting. “You’re such an idiot, Edgey. You always insist on doing everything yourself, despite the fact that we’ve told you, over and over again, we’re your friends. We’re there for you, whatever you need.”
The surprise on Miles’ face would be comical if not for the situation. It turns pessimistic, though, which isn’t the point. “And how do you think you could help? By continuing to spout those annoying friendship speeches in my face?”
Larry rolls his eyes. “It’s your fault we have to keep repeating ourselves. Because you never listen.” Again, that’s surprise. Good, keep him off his feet and maybe he’ll actually think about things, and, you know, not throw himself off a really tall building. “And, you know what, go ahead, become that old evil jerk. ‘Cause you know what? You’ve got friends, whether you like ‘em or not, whether or not you try to scare ‘em away, and if you fall, we’ll be there to catch you. We’ve pulled off more insane things than just saving a friend from himself.”
The ‘Demon Duelist’s’ face is completely blank, and for a minute Larry thinks he’s managed to completely break him.
“What, you think Nick’s the only one that gets to be cool and help out a friend?” He grins and gives Miles a thumbs up. “Not a chance.”
Edgeworth doesn’t move for a long while. Eventually, he sighs and buries his head in his hands. “Or in your case, throw them off buildings.” It’s very quiet, but right now all Larry can do is listen, so he hears it.
“What are friends for?” Maybe, just maybe, Miles’ll make it through this.
It’s lucky I decided today of all days to go see the guy, Larry thinks, breath coming in huge gusts. And he says I’m an idiot.
He’d dropped the letter in that over the top, fancy script on the floor of the guy’s office. Edgeworth wouldn’t be pleased, but then again, if he lived through this, he could just deal. And not a deck. Whatever, he could hate his old pal even more than before, just as long as he lived to do so.
I know exactly where to find him, too. Some days his sense of the dramatic is actually useful. That old Von Karma building, where he held the tournament. Larry’s legs were screaming, but he could treat himself to pizza or something later.
Lucky, too, that it’s not far, considering Larry had no vehicle. Lucky that Edgeworth hated the elevator, couldn’t stand ‘em, and the building was high.
He makes it to near the top and sees Miles standing as if transfixed, staring at the fountains far below. But on the other side, well, it’s a drop, but it’s not as far of a drop. And the balcony is large enough they don’t run the risk of missing it altogether. He sees Edgeworth gulp and begin to raise his foot.
“No, you don’t!” he yells and takes a running jump.
He barely makes it over a gap yikes, that was there? and doesn’t miss his aim. He hits Edgeworth, who looks startled, and then they’re falling. And then, impact.
He’d somehow ended up on the bottom, and right now he feels like a truck ran him over. He can’t catch his breath.
Miles seems stunned, but then the predictable anger returns. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Once his breath returns, Larry mutters, “Right back atcha.” When he slams his fist into Edgeworth’s cheek, he doesn’t hold back at all. “That’s for being selfish. Hurting all your friends like that—not to mention Frannie?”
“I’m surprised she hasn’t skinned you yet,” Edgeworth mutters, but he’s starting to go back, to look like the unsure, frightened guy Larry had only grown familiar with lately.
“Clearly it’s my charming personality,” Larry states with a smile. It earns a touch of amusement in those eyes, and that’s what the Butz was looking for. “Seriously, you’re not allowed to just leave us all like that. Not when you’ve rejoined the side of not-psychopaths.”
Grey eyes glance to the side as a hand grasps at his left arm. “Yes, but for how long, Larry?”
“H-huh?” What the hell is going on in his brain?
“I’d rather die than become my stepfather.” The voice is quiet and low, but it sounds like the jerk isn’t more sure of anything.
“Well, who said that was the only solution? You’re not gonna become him, Edgey. You can be like your father instead.” Larry scoots himself and sits against the wall, strategically stretching his legs out completely in case Edgeworth decides to be an idiot again. At least he can make it more difficult.
“I don’t even remember much about him anymore.” It’s sad and exhausted. If Larry didn’t know better, he’d think Edgey was halfway dead. Nope, nope, no ghosts. Too close.
“Wait, you’re serious about this.” I mean, yeah, probably, he should’ve thought about that, given that it was serious enough to attempt suicide over, but still.
Aaaand, yeah, that’s the glare he hadn’t missed, though the last time he’d seen it was over a duel disk. “Really, you hadn’t figured that out. Sometimes I wonder whether you even have a brain in that skull of yours.” And there are the insults, too. Like ‘you’re a disgrace to the game. What’s a baboon like you doing here.’ But hey, I’m used to them, now. They don’t bother me anymore.
…Much.
“Hey, this is the brain that got second place in the tournament, when even you didn’t place.” Oops. Larry, this is not the time to be picking at his self esteem, no matter now tempting. “You’re such an idiot, Edgey. You always insist on doing everything yourself, despite the fact that we’ve told you, over and over again, we’re your friends. We’re there for you, whatever you need.”
The surprise on Miles’ face would be comical if not for the situation. It turns pessimistic, though, which isn’t the point. “And how do you think you could help? By continuing to spout those annoying friendship speeches in my face?”
Larry rolls his eyes. “It’s your fault we have to keep repeating ourselves. Because you never listen.” Again, that’s surprise. Good, keep him off his feet and maybe he’ll actually think about things, and, you know, not throw himself off a really tall building. “And, you know what, go ahead, become that old evil jerk. ‘Cause you know what? You’ve got friends, whether you like ‘em or not, whether or not you try to scare ‘em away, and if you fall, we’ll be there to catch you. We’ve pulled off more insane things than just saving a friend from himself.”
The ‘Demon Duelist’s’ face is completely blank, and for a minute Larry thinks he’s managed to completely break him.
“What, you think Nick’s the only one that gets to be cool and help out a friend?” He grins and gives Miles a thumbs up. “Not a chance.”
Edgeworth doesn’t move for a long while. Eventually, he sighs and buries his head in his hands. “Or in your case, throw them off buildings.” It’s very quiet, but right now all Larry can do is listen, so he hears it.
“What are friends for?” Maybe, just maybe, Miles’ll make it through this.
