Narumitsu Oneshots

Take my hand, i'll show you the way

AN: sooooo...this takes the certain times where phoenix wright and miles edgeworth reach out to help eachother(becAUSE THEY'RE GAY AND YOU KNOW IT!!!).

The first time it happened, they both were kids. Only nine years old with big schoolbags and a heart full of dreams and hope for a bright future.

He remembered kids gathering around the spikey haired boy, fingers pointing as they chanted "Thief!", eyes holding no mercy.

He remembered the way phoenix's shoulders hunched, head lowered as he struggled to wipe away the tears streaming down his face, blue eyes bright with desperation.

"It wasn't me!" But no matter how much he protested, the kids didn't stopped, fingers still pointing with clear accusation.

And on top of that, teacher walked up to phoenix, leaning down to the boy's level as she levelled him a fake smile.

"Now now, why don't you apologize to miles, phoenix?" Miles knew the boy wasn't at fault. He could see it in his eyes, but despite all that phoenix sniffled, opening his mouth for an apology until miles realized he'd heard enough.

He stood up, pointing at the teacher with complete certainty, just like his father did in the court.

"OBJECTION!"

And at the moment, he was the first one  to reach a hand to help the boy.

The second time, it was phoenix's turn to help.

It happened so fast that miles didn't even see it coming. One moment he was running behind larry and phoenix and the next his foot caught up on a small dent on the asphalt, tripping face down on the ground.

He grit his teeth and used his hands to prop up on the asphalt, inspecting the damage he'd took by his small trip to the floor.

Scratchs adorned his palms and blood trailed down his leg from a wound on his knee, and it didn't take a genius to figure out he wounded up pretty bad.

It stung and burned, and miles covered it up with his palm to stop the flow but backed away with a pained hiss. Good to know it was as bad as it looked like.

"Miles!" He heard a pair of footsteps and quickly looked up to see phoenix running up to him, larry hot on his trail. He skid to a halt in front of the boy sitting on the ground and stretched out a hand for miles to take, blue eyes glinting with worry.

"Here. Let me help." Miles did nothing but to stare at him, eyes wide in shock. The gesture was somehow foreign to him, but it filled him with this weird warm feeling. Carefully he reached out and took phoenix's hand, allowing him to help him up.

"Don't worry, ok? We'll go to my place and my mom will help with your knee." Miles sighed, letting a part of his weight rest on his friend as the two led him to the wright residence. He knew he'd be fine. He'd be fine as long as phoenix wright was there.

The third time, when phoenix reached out for his hand, 15 years had passed.

Miles remembered his cold cell, where all that kept the room from falling into pitch silence was the shouts of the security guards and the distint murmur of another prisoner, begging them that it was all a misunderstanding and she was innocent.

And suddenly he was sitting on that not-so-inviting worn out plastic chair that seemed to be for decades ago, arms crossed as he stared back at a certain spikey haird attorney.

At that time he'd pushed away all the hope in his heart the moment he saw phoenix sitting on the other side of the glass, because someone so bright, so hopeful didn't deserved to be involved in such a thing. Von karma was no joke, and he'd get what he want.