Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Twenty]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
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ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
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He must have hit a nerve, because he heard the sharp intake of breath like that of someone flinching. “Yes sir, Mr. Gavin has admitted to more unsolved cases and provided evidence for others. He won’t cooperate with anyone else, he’ll only talk with Phoenix.”
Miles Edgeworth did not hesitate, with few exceptions he was always confident of his decisions and the outcome that was likely to follow. However, for this he felt uncertainty and doubt, if Phoenix was going to be involved…but Miles was never the type of man to let feelings obstruct his work. In that split second he made his decision. “As a matter of fact, Mr. Justice, I was planning to come to the States for a business trip. Coincidentally, the business includes a visit to Mr. Gavin, and if Wright is still involved I will see him.”
“Wait…” Apollo’s voice sound alarmed. “You’re going to see Mr. Gavin? I…sir, I phoned you in the hopes that you would stop Phoenix from visiting him ever again. I don’t mean that you could enlist his help in getting Mr. Gavin to confess to whatever case you’re working with in Europe…”
“I understand, Mr. Justice,” Miles cut in coldly. “Know that if I find Gavin as dangerous to Wright as you claim, I will see to it that he stops. However, if Wright is the only one to draw confessions out of this man then his cooperation will be appreciated by the international authorities.”
Apollo protested on the phone, but not for long, especially when Miles explained that the police were working together on the international stage for this. The boy got the hint that Miles was purely in this for business, that he would not be helping Phoenix, but even as he hung up Apollo asked him to do something about this undoubtedly wrong Stockholm syndrome Phoenix was going through. Miles made no promises.
Yet during the flight to America, he found himself thinking of his former friends. Again, he had lost contact with them. Before, it was Phoenix and Larry trying and failing to contact him, after the disbarring incident Phoenix completely stopped his calls and letters. Miles had not bothered trying to re-establish contact, there had been a reason why he left for Europe again in the first place.
He blamed the reason on Phoenix, but now he couldn’t help but wonder how faultless he himself had been. Franziska, the clever girl she was, had found out everything and called Miles a fool for doing what he did. In her own way she had grown to respect Phoenix Wright, and when she found out what happened between him and her ‘little brother’ - she always ignored the fact that he was older then her - even she had a few sharp words; Can’t handle what Wright could offer you, foolish brother?
And he really couldn’t, again Miles ended up running away again; away from this country, away from Phoenix, because he was afraid of being hurt. He refused to answer any of the other lawyer’s letters and calls, and resisted the urge to return when he heard that his childhood friend had been disbarred. Looking back, he knew he could have returned and offered Phoenix advice, he himself had faced the inquiry board enough times, but he hadn’t. Seven years later now, he wondered what might have changed if he had.
Miles checked in at Gatewater Hotel before calling Gumshoe. The detective was delighted to hear from him, laughing openly and welcoming him with a warm voice. Gumshoe also knew why Miles was visiting, and sobered when they began to talk business.
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“Other benefits, detective?”
“From what I hear, Gavin usually demands to be alone with Mr. Wright, and visiting hours between the two of them are extended and flexible. There were some other…conditions, and the police reluctantly agreed to most of them. Gavin’s been quite cooperative; naming names, giving leads, but he hasn’t been talking since Mr. Wright’s absence, there’s been a car accident, but the doctors say he should be released tomorrow and fit enough to accompany you to the prison.”
Miles tried to ignore it, but something inside him twisted in concern at the new information. For a moment he considered going to the hospital after the conversation, but when he hung up, he changed his mind. In any case, he would be seeing Wright tomorrow when they visit Gavin.
The next day, he was picked up and driven to the prison. The man tried to make small talk, but quickly gave up when it became obvious Miles was more interested in reviewing his files. The long roads were empty, the weather was clear, and the rolling farmlands were so vast that the trip looked more like a vacation then the nasty business it really was. Miles knew better then to relax, and only spared the scenery brief glances to occasionally ease the tension in his eyes. Then the concrete institute, holding the worse humanity could offer, rose up to meet him.
Four thousand inmates, about a third on death row, and probably half of that number were people he himself had put behind bars. The murderers, the rapists, the criminals deemed too dangerous to be part of society; this was where they rotted away until death took them.
As the car drew closer, the guards became more visible. Uniformed figures patrolling on the roofs and towers, some of them looking like ants from the ground. Miles could see a dozen of the same figures at the entryways, and there were probably a dozen more he couldn’t see. They all carried heavy rifles, and some of them were casually pointed to the car, as if expecting it to become another target. Miles didn’t flinch, but his driver looked nervous.
Inside the gates were more concrete and guards, they gave him no trouble after the driver’s identification was verified, and Miles felt a few curious gazes on his own self. He ignored it just as smoothly as he exited the car, and a kindly old man in a tweed suit approached him.
“Ah, Prosecutor Edgeworth,” the man smiled as he shook hands. Over his shoulder, two guards watched him with suspicion, despite the title the man had greeted him with. “Our parking guards told me you had arrived, so I hurried to meet you. I am the assistant warden, Glen Wessier, and will be guiding you on your trip today.”
“I thank you for your arrangements despite the short notice,” Miles acknowledged. He had never met the man before, but was unsurprised that the man seemed to know him, his former ‘demon prosecutor’ image had been well impressed on the people of the legal and correctional facilities. “Has Mr. Wright arrived yet?”
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“Your coming has really shaken things up here, prosecutor. I know you don’t practice in the country anymore, but you’ve been continuing your work in Europe. I know you’re here to help with a case you are working on in Europe, and that our inmate seems to be a lead, but if I may ask, why have you yourself come to see the results?”
Miles glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, “What you truly mean to ask is why I am not content with simply letting the American authorities do the questioning, correct? Normally I would have been content with that, but we both know that is not what is truly happening.” Glen shifted uncomfortably, and Miles continued. “Leaving the questioning to a civilian without training or access to case-relevant information is simply improper. I am simply here to make sure the leads we may receive are credible.”
“I can see where your opinion lies, but Mr. Wright doesn’t exactly need training to get Gavin to talk, the inmate willing chose to cooperate as long as Mr. Wright is present.”
“As long as the inmate’s conditions are met,” Miles smoothly interrupted. “I was under the impression that some of Gavin’s requests would not have been approved if proper rules were enforced.” This time, the flinch was more visible. Glen looked away as Miles’ dark eyes stared at him, and when he next spoke, he sounded almost apologetic.
“The truth of the matter is, if anyone here acts in a way that could be interpreted as misconduct, there are ways you can get rid of that label.” Glen’s voice dropped in a conspiratorial whisper, “There are networks here that even the most meticulous detective would have trouble figuring out. Inside this prison is a whole new world, with its own rules and etiquette. There are back doors and connections here that can get anyone anything, you think you get a grasp of it but there are so many exchanges of alliances, goods, and services that it seems as if it is forever changing. The world here is mad, and it doesn’t just belong to the inmates.”
Miles could hear the unspoken words, and lowered his voice as well, “your guards are corrupt.”
It was a statement, not a question, and Glen continued in his quiet volume. “When I find something like that, I try to punish the guard, but the alliances here make it hard for an outsider to find anything. You probably know too, that despite his disgrace Gavin is not completely alone. His prosecutor brother, for example, is determined to keep him safe from the rest of the inmates. Gavin has a few favours he could call for himself, and he acts enough of a model prisoner to prevent investigations. As for Mr. Wright, well, if even the police are encouraging him to come because Gavin talks, who are we to stop him?”
The man shook his head when Miles opened his mouth, willing the prosecutor to let him continue. “We search Mr. Wright every time he comes in and he’s never made trouble, we’re understaffed and underfunded enough to turn a blind eye to what the two get into as long as it’s not harmful. There are other inmates we feel need the attention more, those who are receiving treatment, and those who are considered to pose a risk to themselves or others. Gavin is content with staying inside his cell as long as he has his books and the occasional company. Mr. Wright comes in at the oddest times, and I know the rumours the guards discuss about the two, so it makes it harder to figure out if the guards are given incentive not to watch, or if they truly do not wish to.”
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Stone, concrete, and plaster made up the corridor they walked. The place was more expansive than Miles had expected, he could see other corridors and stairways leading in other directions that he didn’t wish to dwell in. Finally, Glen arrived to a door, slotted a card, and opened in. It was a small room with a few chairs and table, across them was a window taking up most of the wall, showing another room that was no doubt for the standard interrogation. Miles hardly paid attention to it, he was staring at the person seated inside the window, who looked up as he entered and met his eyes.
Phoenix Wright had changed. Miles had heard of the man’s fall since his disbarring, and the last photo he saw of the man, when he had researched Gavin’s trial, he almost couldn’t recognize the scruffy, unshaven man as the idealist lawyer he once knew. The current Phoenix who now stood in front of him had cleaned up, but the changes were still there. His eyes were older, less bright, and though he had shaved he continued wearing that wool hat. The tie he now wore was no longer pink, but a shade that seemed a replicate of his hat. His suit was the same style as before, but the colour was obviously off, Miles realized to his dismay that it was the colour Kristoph Gavin had worn.
Seeing Phoenix in the lighter, almost silken shade of blue irritated him, for it proved too well Gavin’s claim on his childhood friend.
Obviously unable to read his thoughts, Phoenix approached him, stopping when they were within a respectable distance. “Edgeworth,” a polite nod, “How have you been?”
That was all he had to say? The last time they had talked, Phoenix had alternated between begging and yelling at him. The hurt, almost broken look in his eyes was a far cry from the politely neutral expression he now wore. Then again, it had been seven years now, they both had to move on. Phoenix had made new friends, this young Apollo, whoever he was, seemed deeply involved in the issue. He was in a much better position than Miles himself was, perhaps even more useful to Phoenix.
More important.
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I have just fell in love with this fic *A*
Can't wait for more.
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I can't believe only one people commented so far.
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This is such a painful cliffhanger.
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