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10. Hate Was A Part Of The World I Know

It is only natural for the two of them to not get along. And to some extent that they wondered of what could they ever do in this day.

He was sure that she was not focusing on those things other than what her Father was etching within her to become just like him. Who could blame him anyway? She was just following the creed of their bloodline.

But now, why?

From the looks he was seeing, she was far from being of what he had feared— someone who had been like her Father. Sure she had that stubborn persona, but other than that, she was more than just an "Evil Witch" of the Courtroom. She did not want the crowd to see her being vulnerable; and she is hell-bent on keeping that way. It was perfect.

It wouldn't hurt to ask, but it wasn't easy either. He also knew the stakes were high; she could pull a wild, yet logical guess and he would get caught red-handed that he was scheming something, or she would hit him with her crop and call him a fool.

Nonetheless, he had to try. He couldn't keep this up if he waited for an another day.

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It was morning and they are supposedly studying for the test next week. Most of of the tests' content were clearly easy, no feat; they just need a cover to ensure that they weren't wasting any of Manfred's attention.

The man would occasionally check up every 5 minutes on them to see if they weren't the leisure types. Miles even recalled his mentor's words that stated 'leisures are nonsense'. And of course, that was ludicrous, in his argument, at least. It was something both he and his mentor's daughter needed for a tiring day of absorbing countless knowledge offered by the law books they had throughly red.

Sometimes the two of them cannot afford this little room of breathing.

The only leisure he and Franziska had is when the night settles in; they could do whatever they want as long as the darkness is welcoming its aid and presence.

But as the pressuring continued, and the passing days go by, Miles noticed Franziska to be distant. And for whatever reason it might be, he became more cautious for what it could do was beyond his understanding.

It was like she was slowly dying. Her glare becoming more evident.

When he heard the man march away from them, which was enough to not let him see what one of his students would do, Miles took the temporary invitation and closed his book. Being fed up was not his first impression, but rather he was on business. And that would either end up in a weary situation.

He inched closer to her, and spoke in minimal noise as possible. "Franziska, I need to know something." He told her hastily. As this came to attention, the blue haired girl turned to him, and with a frown.

"What is it this time?"

He paused for a while, taking a small breath. He scanned the area if there was any sign of his mentor, and after he considered that she is the only one here, he sighed with relief.

"Have you ever..." He stopped for a while. (What should I tell her? Every single day she was like this. I don't know if she'll just storm off or hit me again.) He scratched his head and then continued, silencing his little voice and putting it in the small corner of his mind. "... wondered what does it look outside?"

He looked intently of how it would turn out. And for hell's biscuits, he didn't meant being a procrastinator right now...

Shooting him a glare and a scowl, Franziska ceased her eyes from reading her ever-present law book. Only to look at him with that same pale distaste at the topic. "Hmph." She lifted a smug smile at her face. "What did it even got into you, Miles Edgeworth?" She placed her hands on her waist. "Don't tell me you're being a procrastinating type, are you?"