Trials of Love (Phoenix Wright x Female Reader)

Chapter 14

My heels clacked against the sidewalk as I left the office, my mind still wandering. "What was he so distracted about? And why worry about me? If anyone is helpless, it'd be Maya." I huffed to myself, my briefcase swinging in my arm.

The daylight was leaving the city and dark clouds had begun to appear, leaving me to navigate blindly in the dark and pouring rain. "Why didn't I grab my umbrella?!" I complained, looking around for shelter. I spotted a bus stop nearby, thankful for something.

I nearly slipped as I took cover, taking a seat on the bench. It was a heavy downpour, and I was soaked to the bone. I had, unfortunately, worn a white shirt underneath my blue suit jacket, so I did my best to cover my visible bra.

Glancing at the bus schedule, I realized with dread that I had just missed one, and the next wouldn't arrive for another hour. Shivering, I glanced around for any sign of life. There was a scraggly young man, probably homeless or drunk, on the other side of the bench, eyeing me. I turned away, my face red. "God, I wish Phoenix were here." I whispered, "At least I'd have company."

And like some sort of miracle, Phoenix stumbled onto the bench, dripping wet. His spiky hair was soaked and heavy, which made him look strange and unfamiliar in a weird sort of way. "Nick!" I waved softly, my other hand holding my suit jacket in place.

He seemed surprised, taking a seat and looking away, instead focusing his attention on the druggie on the other side, glaring like a coyote would look at a snake. I felt disappointed that he wouldn't talk to me, but some things can't be helped.

Wright was sitting so there was plenty of space between me and the rough dude, but as soon as the guy stood up, clearly as drunk as you can get, Nick moved uncomfortably close to me like a protective dog. The man looked angry, but wobbled closer and took a seat on my other side.

'Shitshitshitshit' I thought looking at my shoes. The tension between the two men was palpable, which only added to my discomfort.

"Heyaya," the drunk greeted, his speech slurred, "Wassa preety gorl liake you doin' with dis guy?" He put a hand on my thigh, "Come t' my plass, whydoncha?"

Phoenix put an arm around my shoulder, moving me closer. 'This couldn't get any worse.' I decided to myself, desperately wanting to run for my life.

"Mm, hessa pordeective kien?" The drunk hiccuped, scooting closer still, "Ditch em, bahb, I cn makk ya feel liake nun' else. Yuuv a nice pair, I want em to meself."

Flustered, I stayed silent. Wright finally decided to speak, his voice sharp like a thistle. "Hands off. She's not interested, clearly." He snapped, glaring.

"You don gett ta make dessisons for th' girly, everyun wans me. She's no diffent." The scraggly man snapped back, tugging roughly at my suit jacket that I was using both hands to keep covering my shirt.

I looked at Phoenix pleadingly, trembling from the cold. "I said hands off,  what do you not understand about that?" Nick growled, slapping his hand away.

"Perssisdan, aren't ya? Well, so m' I." The drunk put his arm around me as well, the smell of liquor making me nearly gag, "Names Ian, wassyours?"

"Uh... Y/N." I answered quietly, "It's... Nice to meet you." But Phoenix growled, tensing. "Don't answer him, you'll only encourage it. Forget manners." He said coldly.

I yelped quietly when I felt Ian rub my thigh again, a little more rough. This time I pushed him away, which made him angry. "Everyun wans me, jus le me do me job!" He hissed, trying more bold maneuvers.

Phoenix stood up, furious, picked me up, and moved to the other side of the bench. I squeaked, but otherwise stayed silent. "You okay?" He whispered, glaring cautiously at Ian. I nodded, clearing my throat quietly. Flustered, he put me down on the edge of the bench.

The next half-hour passed in silence, unbroken by the rage between the men. I'd be flattered that Ian wanted me, but he gave off a really bad vibe. It was embarrassing enough that Nick was acting so protective. But after our conversation earlier, it kind of made sense. I was too polite to fend for myself, which was just plain stupid.

None of this helped my little crush on Nick, either, but I was pretty good at suppressing those feelings. He clearly didn't like me in that kind of way, he probably just saw it as a sibling-like bond. But, I mean, there's always a chance. And that chance was the only thing I needed.

The bus arrived earlier than expected, and Phoenix and I took a seat, in a way that Ian couldn't sit next to me. Instead, he sat next to Phoenix, scowling. Feeling that I was safe enough, I finally got time to relax, falling asleep.