Fanfic: The Mentoring of Miles Edgeworth (Oneshot)
Right, first fanfic posted on here! Not sure what I need to put really, so I've just copied the format from 'Objection!'
Fandom: Ace Attorney (just putting that in case I post something that isn't AA at some point...)
Summary: A prosecuting lesson between Miles Edgeworth and his mentor, Manfred Von Karma, goes a little pear shaped... This was written for one of the challenges posted on 'Objection!' - can be found here: http://idletheme.com/objection/challenges.php?chalid=2 . Just something quick and to the point. Spoilers for 1-4 - Don't say I didn't warn ya! And please ignore the lame title, I couldn't think of anything better. Suggestions welcome!
Characters: Manfred von Karma, Miles Edgeworth
Warnings: Violence
Rating: 13+, I'd say, it's not *that* violent, but still...
Disclaimer: I don't own Ace Attorney, unfortunately, and the characters belong to Capcom. No copyright infringement is intended.
"OB-jection!" The teenage Miles Edgeworth exclaimed, whilst throwing his arm out passionately and pointing at his mentor, a look of confidence on his face.
"No, no, no Miles, you've got your pronounciation wrong again. Let's do it one more time, shall we?"
Miles had been practicing how to shout 'Objection' for at least an hour but he felt like he'd gotten nowhere. On every attempt Von Karma had picked up on something that wasn't quite right. And of course, being in the Von Karma household meant that everything had to be perfect. All afternoon Miles had received harsh, nitpicking comments from the legendary prosecutor and by now, the 15 year old Edgeworth just wanted to sit down, read a book and relax.
"Your nails are too long, Miles, clip them or you will be laughed at for being effeminate! Legendary prosecutors like myself wouldn't be seen dead with such feminine nails! Time spent getting manicures for those nails of yours could be time spent getting crucial pieces of evidence, Miles. Cut your nails!"
"You need to throw your arm out with more strength than that, Miles! Is your arm made out of jelly? By the way you were flopping your arm out then it looks like it is! Do you think you'll be respected and feared by people if you point like that? Go to the gym and lift some weights, get the strength up in that arm!"
"Miles, what on Earth are you pulling that stupid face for!? You can't grin like a fool when you're doing something important like presenting evidence in court! A smirk is acceptable when you've backed the defence into a corner but you'll never go down in prosecuting history if you just stand there smiling like an idiot!"
That was just some of the 'constructive' criticism Miles had been given by his mentor that afternoon. By now he was sure that his mentor was just picking on the unimportant details to piss him off. Like the length of my nails will really affect my reputation as a prosecutor! Was learning how to shout "Objection" really all that important, anyway? He's treating it like it's the most important bloody thing to being a prosecutor... It's just a word!
"Yes, Sir. One more time."
Miles cleared his throat, outstretched his intertwined fingers until he heard the satisfying crack, and looked downwards, loosening and shaking his shoulders in the process. This is it, Miles. One more time, show Von Karma what you've got! He'll leave you alone then...
Miles took several long, deep breaths to try and focus his mind. Perfection, Miles.
Suddenly, Miles snapped his head upwards to look directly at the Von Karma standing before him expectantly, threw his arm out with every ounce of energy he had, and shouted as loud as his lungs would allow him.
"Ob-JECT-ion!"
"Perfect, Miles! You've got it!" For the first time that day, Manfred smiled at Miles. Sure, it wasn't exactly a warm smile, more of a smug grin, but still, a smile was a smile when it came to Von Karma. Almost as suddenly as it came, however, it disappeared from his face, being replaced with the stern look of disapproval Miles was usually greeted with. "Do it again."
Miles groaned and rolled his eyes at his mentor. "Do I have to, Sir? I've been practicing all afternoon, I need to sit down."
Miles was slightly startled at his rebellious outburst. Did I just answer back to Von Karma?
Von Karma bit back at Miles with his vicious tongue almost immediately. "I said DO IT AGAIN!" He raised his hand to strike the cowering boy before him, and, putting in as much force he could muster, smacked his hand across the young Edgeworth's cheek, the contact of his open hand with the soft flesh of Miles' face making a loud noise that echoed around the room they were standing in.
Miles was nearly knocked clean off his feet by the impact. Von Karma could really pack a whallop when he wanted to. Whilst Miles was trying to regain his balance and his composure, he heard the angry tone of his mentor cut through the sound of his own heavy breathing.
"I only wish I could've done that to your pathetic father, before he was killed by his pathetic little son!"
Something in Miles snapped at that moment. He snapped his head up to glare at Manfred nearly fast enough to give himself whiplash. He felt his eye start to twitch and he balled his hands into fists. His body was overcome with fury and he no longer had control over his own actions.
"OB-JECT-ION!"
Miles, with more anger than he had ever felt in his life, drew his hand back behind his own shoulder, scrunched his eyes tightly shut and thrust his fist forward, hitting Von Karma directly in the centre of his face, punching through his nose. Miles heard a crunching sound and when he opened his eyes, he saw his mentor standing before him, blood all over his face and his eyes opened wide in shock.
Miles couldn't quite believe what he had just done but he knew better than to stand there and think about it. He swiftly turned on his heel and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him firmly. He kept running until he reached his room, where he stormed in, swung the door shut and rapidly swiveled the key in the lock, shutting himself in his room.
He looked at the rapidly drying blood on his hand in wonderment. I just punched Von Karma in the face...
And God, it felt good.
Fandom: Ace Attorney (just putting that in case I post something that isn't AA at some point...)
Summary: A prosecuting lesson between Miles Edgeworth and his mentor, Manfred Von Karma, goes a little pear shaped... This was written for one of the challenges posted on 'Objection!' - can be found here: http://idletheme.com/objection/challenges.php?chalid=2 . Just something quick and to the point. Spoilers for 1-4 - Don't say I didn't warn ya! And please ignore the lame title, I couldn't think of anything better. Suggestions welcome!
Characters: Manfred von Karma, Miles Edgeworth
Warnings: Violence
Rating: 13+, I'd say, it's not *that* violent, but still...
Disclaimer: I don't own Ace Attorney, unfortunately, and the characters belong to Capcom. No copyright infringement is intended.
"OB-jection!" The teenage Miles Edgeworth exclaimed, whilst throwing his arm out passionately and pointing at his mentor, a look of confidence on his face.
"No, no, no Miles, you've got your pronounciation wrong again. Let's do it one more time, shall we?"
Miles had been practicing how to shout 'Objection' for at least an hour but he felt like he'd gotten nowhere. On every attempt Von Karma had picked up on something that wasn't quite right. And of course, being in the Von Karma household meant that everything had to be perfect. All afternoon Miles had received harsh, nitpicking comments from the legendary prosecutor and by now, the 15 year old Edgeworth just wanted to sit down, read a book and relax.
"Your nails are too long, Miles, clip them or you will be laughed at for being effeminate! Legendary prosecutors like myself wouldn't be seen dead with such feminine nails! Time spent getting manicures for those nails of yours could be time spent getting crucial pieces of evidence, Miles. Cut your nails!"
"You need to throw your arm out with more strength than that, Miles! Is your arm made out of jelly? By the way you were flopping your arm out then it looks like it is! Do you think you'll be respected and feared by people if you point like that? Go to the gym and lift some weights, get the strength up in that arm!"
"Miles, what on Earth are you pulling that stupid face for!? You can't grin like a fool when you're doing something important like presenting evidence in court! A smirk is acceptable when you've backed the defence into a corner but you'll never go down in prosecuting history if you just stand there smiling like an idiot!"
That was just some of the 'constructive' criticism Miles had been given by his mentor that afternoon. By now he was sure that his mentor was just picking on the unimportant details to piss him off. Like the length of my nails will really affect my reputation as a prosecutor! Was learning how to shout "Objection" really all that important, anyway? He's treating it like it's the most important bloody thing to being a prosecutor... It's just a word!
"Yes, Sir. One more time."
Miles cleared his throat, outstretched his intertwined fingers until he heard the satisfying crack, and looked downwards, loosening and shaking his shoulders in the process. This is it, Miles. One more time, show Von Karma what you've got! He'll leave you alone then...
Miles took several long, deep breaths to try and focus his mind. Perfection, Miles.
Suddenly, Miles snapped his head upwards to look directly at the Von Karma standing before him expectantly, threw his arm out with every ounce of energy he had, and shouted as loud as his lungs would allow him.
"Ob-JECT-ion!"
"Perfect, Miles! You've got it!" For the first time that day, Manfred smiled at Miles. Sure, it wasn't exactly a warm smile, more of a smug grin, but still, a smile was a smile when it came to Von Karma. Almost as suddenly as it came, however, it disappeared from his face, being replaced with the stern look of disapproval Miles was usually greeted with. "Do it again."
Miles groaned and rolled his eyes at his mentor. "Do I have to, Sir? I've been practicing all afternoon, I need to sit down."
Miles was slightly startled at his rebellious outburst. Did I just answer back to Von Karma?
Von Karma bit back at Miles with his vicious tongue almost immediately. "I said DO IT AGAIN!" He raised his hand to strike the cowering boy before him, and, putting in as much force he could muster, smacked his hand across the young Edgeworth's cheek, the contact of his open hand with the soft flesh of Miles' face making a loud noise that echoed around the room they were standing in.
Miles was nearly knocked clean off his feet by the impact. Von Karma could really pack a whallop when he wanted to. Whilst Miles was trying to regain his balance and his composure, he heard the angry tone of his mentor cut through the sound of his own heavy breathing.
"I only wish I could've done that to your pathetic father, before he was killed by his pathetic little son!"
Something in Miles snapped at that moment. He snapped his head up to glare at Manfred nearly fast enough to give himself whiplash. He felt his eye start to twitch and he balled his hands into fists. His body was overcome with fury and he no longer had control over his own actions.
"OB-JECT-ION!"
Miles, with more anger than he had ever felt in his life, drew his hand back behind his own shoulder, scrunched his eyes tightly shut and thrust his fist forward, hitting Von Karma directly in the centre of his face, punching through his nose. Miles heard a crunching sound and when he opened his eyes, he saw his mentor standing before him, blood all over his face and his eyes opened wide in shock.
Miles couldn't quite believe what he had just done but he knew better than to stand there and think about it. He swiftly turned on his heel and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him firmly. He kept running until he reached his room, where he stormed in, swung the door shut and rapidly swiveled the key in the lock, shutting himself in his room.
He looked at the rapidly drying blood on his hand in wonderment. I just punched Von Karma in the face...
And God, it felt good.