Illegal // Narumitsu/Mitsunaru AU Fanfiction

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"Send them to the court. They're to be declared guilty." Leader Edgeworth monotonously instructed the same, dim-witted, rigidly square-shouldered, tattily dressed captain of the guards for - possibly - the millionth time that week as he lazed over his mahogany desk, his elbows inelegantly propped up among the sea of paperwork clustering around them, scrunching his nose up at the familiar, cheap, scent of instant noodles wafting around that idiotically 'heroic' - thought that was questionable - grin that his employee had been sharing. Captain Gumshoe only ever put up that imbecilic grin when he was around Leader Edgeworth, anyway. The silvery-haired man could see through it as though it were no more than a mere ghost of the transparent walls he'd 'commissioned' the scientists of Japanifornia (the country he resided within the realms of) to create for him.

Fake.

Just like everything else in this world, that stupid grin was fake. Just a show. A facade. Leader Edgeworth knew he should've had the fool executed for that alone, but none of the other guards had any of the charisma or bravery required for the hefty task of taking on their leader's role. They all knew that Leader Edgeworth was a monster.

Everybody knew Leader Edgeworth was a monster. That was why nobody would ever take on a role in the palace by choice, and that was also why everybody refused to move in and live within Japanifornia if they had a say in the matter. So, how did Leader Edgeworth sleep at night when he had a sneaking suspicion that someone out there was probably willingly waiting to assassinate him when he helplessly fell into a vulnerable state?

Leader Edgeworth took it out on others.

There was no better remedy than seeing others in the same situation as you, the silvery-haired man had ingeniously discovered at a young age from his mentor - Leader Von Karma. Although, since Leader Von Karma was now deceased, that title was no longer appropriate; Saviour Von Karma was what Leader Edgeworth had agreed with his step-sister Franziska (whom had been denied any sort of title due to the lack of respect she'd had whilst causing warfare when her father had died over whom would rule Japanifornia out of Leader Edgeworth and herself) to refer to the magnificent individual as. Nonetheless the reason why taking out your frustrations on others seemed to worked was, the silvery-haired man had decided, instinctually inbuilt. Human beings usually felt comfort in others' company. They hunted in packs, not dissimilar to any of the common pests Leader Edgeworth had had shot and hung up on his walls - though he didn't particularly enjoy the way they leered at him every single time he strode past them, almost making him anomalistically bite back those hurtful words he'd said about their kind at the dinner table. Almost.

"Again?"
"Are you questioning me, Captain?" The silvery-haired man languidly stretched and slowly, teasingly, flicked his head upwards to face the scruffy, abnormally gravity-defying - though Leader Edgeworth couldn't say much about that in comparison to himself -,  tip of Captain Gumshoe's wiry, messily combed, excuse for hair.
"No, no of course not, sir!" Slumped shoulders instantly became rigid and box-like once again, stiffened by their Leader's sharp and unforgiving tongue.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Right..." Captain Gumshoe nodded ever-so-slightly, letting out a humongous breath which Leader Edgeworth had been none-the-wiser about before it had been released as his sleek grey eyes were, once again, faced with that dirty-green camel's-hump of a back. The sun's rays casually filtered in through the unmistakably large, immaculately kept and crystal-clear windows which provided some vulnerability to the intimidating, predatory-looking, grandeur of the ancient building with its antiquities - such as its highly valued, ornate, furniture and roughened, grey, brick-walls.
"Oh and, one more thing, Captain."
"Yes, sir?"
"If you call me 'sir' instead of 'Leader' again, I'm going to have to make sure you can't afford another pot of those cheap noodles you love so much."
"Was that all you wanted to say?" Captain Gumshoe gazed upwards at the Leader with a forlorn look in his dark, barely distinguishable, brown eyes, his shoulders slumped once again - an active testament to his dismay.
"Yes. Hop along, now. I have a meeting in an hour's time, you know."
"Yes, S-Leader!"

Captain Gumshoe made sure to get well away at a much faster pace that time.

Leader Edgeworth watched the man disappear from his reach from the elevated platform that his deep crimson, oak, antique, chair and matching, lovingly waxed, desk had been perched upon for the past 5 hours with a longing in the pit of his stomach as his emotionlessly stormy, grey, eyes casted down to the directories of citizens' names once again.

There were so many people under his control, weren't there? So much diversity, so much choice, yet not one of these people was his lover. Hell, Leader Edgeworth wouldn't even be surprised if none of them were even his friends.

Captain Gumshoe? Was he a 'friend'?

The silvery-haired man simply scoffed at his own desperation before scanning over his entirely bothersome paperwork once again.

Gumshoe? A friend? The very thought made the Leader laugh. Gumshoe was nothing more than a fake-smiler. Another employee who was scared of him.

How about....

No, actually, there was no one else that Leader Edgeworth could muse himself over.

At least he had Pess, the silvery-haired man thought, as he signed another death warrant.