Requested?: No
Prompt: No
Timing: Between DD and SoJ
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Reader's Age: 19 (Trucy being 17)
Reader's Occupation: Prosecutor
Reader's Relations: Miles' adopted daughter
Warnings: None?
Other notes: Yeah... so this came to me...
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"(Y/n) (M/n) Edgeworth, you are taking this case and I know you'll do what's right."
"Do I have to? Also why am I always getting the theft cases? Can't you give me something more exciting, I dunno like a murder? Or a double murder? That would be fun..."
"(Y/n), I've told you this before, you're not getting any murder cases until you're twenty one! I don't want you getting PTSD after seeing something like that, it's not a good thing."
I groaned, "But, Father, Aunt Franziska was handling murder cases when she was THIRTEEN! I'm nineteen! Please, just give me one."
"(Y/n), you will do as I say until you move out. Until that day, I am your father and I am just doing what's best for you."
I sighed again, "You're not my real father though! He was killed when I was five! So don't try to even pretend you're my father!"
"I have custody of you though, (Y/n). Also let's not forget that you chose me over being adopted by Wright."
"That was only because I didn't want to make his life any harder, at the time you adopted me he was still disbarred and he had Trucy to look after, I didn't want to put any more pressure on him."
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"Is the prosecution ready?"
I sighed, leaning my lower back on the bench, my arms holding me up, "The prosecution is ready, Your Honour, I guess," I replied with the most bored tone of voice.
"Miss Edgeworth?"
"Hm? What is it?"
"I can't help but to notice the fact that you seem to sound bored... Are you mocking our court system?"
I sighed, "No, Your Honour. I'm not. I'm just a bit fed up with the fact that I'm always the one put in charge of the the theft cases. Could we get back to the case."
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I quickly filed through the evidence I'd been given, Damn you Gummy, why couldn't you sort this out for be before giving it to me?! I was getting even more stressed as the trial drew on, shown by my increasingly messy hair, which was getting more untidy every time I ran my hands through it trying to think of a come back to Miss Cykes' argument of how Trucy was completely innocent. Although, this time, I was on the verge of winning the trial, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Trucy on the verge of tears in the defendant's chair and I couldn't handle it; I knew Father would be disappointed in me for purposefully losing a trial, but I couldn't put Trucy in jail for something I knew she didn't do especially when I was head over heels for the young magician. I may have been known in the legal world for being ruthless with cases and always fighting til the end to get ta guilty verdict. After both my biological parents were killed by an evil person when I was 7-8 (I can't remember how long ago it was) I didn't want anyone else to have to go through what I went through so when the Miles Edgeworth adopted me, or as I now call him, Father, I persuaded him to teach me everything he knew about becoming a prosecutor.
