The Romantic Turnabout [EdgeworthxOC]

6. The Turnabout Moment

I stepped in front of Edgeworth's apartment and knocked. I happily held my basket in my hands firm, rocking on my toes and heels, back and forth. The door opened, with a friendly greeting awaiting me. "Good evening, Miss Moore." The bellboy smiled.

I returned the emotion, handing him my basket. "Shall I introduce you to a cocktail?"

"Oh yes please!" I cheesed.

"Okay, right this way." I looked around Miles office. It was rather neat. I sat on the red leather couch, and turned to the wall behind me, admiring the picture of what appeared to be the suit jacket that Edgeworth always wore, with a sword embedded inside it.

Edgeworth turned his chair to his desk, with a glass of red wine in his hand. I snap my head in his direction, in shock. "Oh, you're already here!"

"Of course." He seemed to be confident. "I'm always here after work."

"Oh, am I interrupting your studies?"

"No, not exactly."

"Not exactly?" I repeated.

Edgeworth stood up, with his left arm behind his back, and his glass twirling in his right. He walked over to the drawers that stood by the exit and opened them.

"So, what were you doing?"

"Actually, I was looking for some clues."

"...some clues?" I recurred.

"Yes...at court today, I felt as though I didn't mention something, something that could be a key to this case." He slams the drawers shut, returning to his desk and settles his glass down. "Nonetheless, we're still onto something."

"Well, at least you're taking your work seriously again."

Edgeworth glanced at me cautiously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, remember yesterday, you didn't act as though this case was vital to you, especially being that the crime took place in your own apartment."

"Ah, yes...I was rather in a depressed state." Edgeworth told ashamed.

"Oh."

"Yes, it all goes back to my father. He was in my shoes once, well, hypothetically speaking." Edgeworth sat at his desk. "A murder took place in our home, and something happened..."

"Like what...?"

"Someone had switched our car model antiques around the shelves." Miles explains.

"What???"I tilt my head in dismay. "Why?"

Edgeworth shook his head. "I don't know, and to this day I still don't. The antiques all represented a facet for each color:

Red for Courage, Blue for Vigilance, Purple for Loyalty, Yellow for Honesty, Orange for Modesty, White for Purity, Green for Envy, and Black for Betrayal."

"What is their significance?" I asked.

"Well," Miles began. "The order the cars were presented on the shelves was Red, Purple, Yellow, Orange, Blue, White, and Green. Black was always the last car in that order."

"How come?"

"It showed that Black was always the last thing that anyone in the family or in the line, would want to come across either by someone, or by themselves. So it was basically an oath, to never take advantage of one another."

"Well that's an interesting way of keeping a promise." I complimented.

"Indeed." Miles chuckled. His lips became neutral again. "But something was vague about the sequence of the cars..."