Narumitsu Oneshots

Wistful

AN: this one was inspired by this comic i saw on tumblr. I hope you guys like it :D

Miles edgeworth liked to think he was a grounded man. A cutting prosecutor, a forboding nemesis. Definitely not some random person you'd like to mess with.

He had his own dangerous jesus christ i could've died moments, stared at a gunman right in the eyes when the barrel was pointed at him.

Well, that was for times he had nothing to care about. Now, he had a lot of reasons to live for.

Take phoenix wright, for example. That stubborn bastard.

Ok, miles was not saying he wanted to have more than a friendship with that man.

Especially since that little thing was his biggest weakness, turning the terrifying prosecutor to a red-as-his-suit mess.

Romance. Such a foolish, foolish, concept.

His words had grown sharp since his rookie days, his stare as cold as ice. It worked greatly in court, but with things that needed softness and vulnurablity...not much.

...Good thing he had more important things to worry about. Like getting phoenix's badge back, because the lack of those bright smiles of his scared him to death.

Phoenix was never supposed to look like that. Tired and angry and just done with this world.

And if he could make phoenix smile again, maybe, just maybe he'd dare to finally spill the beans.

Which, was probably a big lie.

You see, miles had lots of chances to confess, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. It was either cowardice, or he valued their friendship too much to ruin it with his own selfish reasons.

He cherished what he had with phoenix, there was no one else he could trust like this. And at the same time, that friendship wasn't enough. Miles wanted more.

Despite all the mixed up emotions stirring inside of him, the coward side of his mind had seemed to win the battle against his heart a hell lot of times than miles liked to admit.

His breath puffed out of his mouth in a white mist, as he held on to the disposable cup of tea with a slight frown.

They just returned from investigating a crime scene, and now he was dragging phoenix with him back to his car. It was a few blocks away, and now miles was wishing he'd parked the car somewhere closer.

"Well, that was a long day." Phoenix mumbled, watching the steam rise from his own paper cup.

"That's an understatement." Miles grumbled inbetween his sips, letting the warmth of the tea wash over him. Phoenix hummed in response, and a content silence settled back between the two.

The sky had grown dark a long time ago. The only source of light were the streetlights, with some small white dots that showed cars driving past.

Miles risked a glance at the ex attorney. He had a small smile on his face, not as joyful as the smiles he wore all the time before his disbarrment, but not the sarcastic smile either.

That made miles feel warm on the inside, and something told him this one wasn't because of the cup of tea he was holding on to like a lifeline.

He took another sip, feeling accomplished despite the investigation being a disaster. Gumshoe had came back with his arm in a cast, nothing out of ordinary.

"So, how's your boyfriend?" Miles spat a big portion of his tea, turning at the other man so quick that phoenix flinched.

"My-what?" Miles stuttered, feeling his face grow hot as phoenix laughed nervously, adjusting his beanie with his free hand.

"I mean, i thought he was your boyfriend since you talk about him all the time." The prosecutor blinked, before reality crashed back into him.

"He's not-" For some reason his face was burning up, and miles just reached up to pinch to bridge of his nose to soothe his nerves.

Don't freak out don't freak out don't freak out-

"He's not my boyfriend." Phoenix looked surprised, "Oh." A beat passed, and then-

"You should tell him." Miles glared at him, or at least hoped it'd be intimidating enough-he felt like an angry, walking tomato.

"I don't remember asking you for romantic advice, wright." Phoenix paused, expression turning sheepish in a swift moment as he ducked his head.

"Yeah, that was none of my business. Sorry." Snow crunched under their shoes, and miles felt his heart do a back flip as he stared back at his dearest, dearest, childhood friend.

You have no idea, do you?

"It's just..." His eyes softened as he looked back at miles, the small smile still intact.

"You talk about him all the time, and you say he saved you." Phoenix glanced down at the white underneath their feet, a strange glint in his eyes.

That was all it took, to make all the emotions in miles' being start a war.

Should i tell him?

NO!

I'm going to tell him.

Don't you dare!

Don't tell me what to do!

Miles clenched his jaw, and for the first time, he was dismissing the logical part of his mind.

Maybe he couldn't bring himself to tell him, to grab his shoulders and shout it's you i've been talking about all time you dumb human being!

But he could give a hint, right?

"I never told him." Phoenix glanced back at him, his eyes watching intently as he raised his cup to his lips.

"What?"

"He has no idea." Phoenix watched him for a moment, miles could see the gears working in his head as he searched for words.

"I think you should let yourself be happy, edgeworth. And he makes you happy." Phoenix smiled, but there was a wistful hint in it. His fingers fidgeted with the lid of his paper cup.

"You deserve this, you know." Miles swallowed, feeling his heart in his throat when phoenix dropped his gaze.

In the spot where phoenix walked next to him, he could see a man with a blue suit and a golden badge shining against the lapel.

His smile was so geniune, so carefree before and now-

Now it was as if phoenix was stuck in a cage and was expected to never get out.

His hand trembled when he reached out for phoenix's hand, letting it hover in the air for a moment before dropping his hand back to his side.

Do i, though?