Narumitsu Oneshots

Not guilty

TRIGGER WARNING: blood(it's not that much but well better be safe than sorry...).

AN: jeez. I'm just on chap three and i'm already writing angst. Help me please T-T

Miles edgeworth should've known that the moment phoenix wright barged into his excuse of a life, things would never be the same.

Admittedly he did, somehow. But he didn't expect it to change that much. Once again, he underestimated his childhood friend too much for his own liking.

They did call him the turnabout terror, afterall.

Miles' changes aside, one thing that never became the same was the case that came up for him and phoenix. He was getting used to it now, to have cases that caused utter chaos in the courtroom.

That was almost all he got by now, and things would get more...interesting if wright would be defending.

They sought the truth together, yes. And miles would be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy facing off against that man. But sometimes the events that took place in the courtroom had him question the whole bloody universe itself.

That was nothing new. he'd been questioning the way the world works for a while. Since that day phoenix asked to cross-examine a parrot, to be precise.

It'd been a while since miles got his hand on a simple open-and-shut case. And though this could be one, by no means it was simple.

...at least this time no assassin threatend them with a spirirt medium's life. and phoenix's client had to be innocent. Phoenix found no psychelocks on him regarding the case.

Yet miles couldn't help but feel bad about it. there'd been a heavy pit settled in his stomach since the moment he got out of bed. An ominous sense of awareness that told him something bad was going to happen, and he had evidence for it. Two, actually.

When he met phoenix in the defendant lobby like they agreed to do so, the first thing that set him uneasy was the mere difference in the attorney's posture.

He looked pale, dark bags under his eyes betraying the lack of sleep as he sat down on that sofa. He must've been flicking through the documents and the evidence for the last time. and miles was sure he'd been looking through them since the moment he got the case. Despite that, his eyes took in every word as if this'd been the first time he was seeing through the case.

Phoenix looked so sick at that moment to the point where miles had this lingering urge to grab him and drag him to his house.

And chain him to his bed until he went back to his normal self. But of course he ignored it until it faded away and he thought nothing of it.

Because the moment phoenix slipped into the defence bench and started to object to the small silver lining of contradictions in the witness' testimony, miles thought that pale attorney he saw at the defendant lobby was a phase of bad emotions caught up to the man.

He did have depression, after all.

And again, miles forgot That man was the literal definition of the deceiving looks.

Phoenix wright was an ace attorney. meaning that he could laugh when he was crying on the inside, smile even if there'd be a thorn on his side. At the same time, he was an emotionally open man. whenever he'd hide such thing as a simple papercut would be for the sake of the others.