You Get What You Need
Words: 698
Characters: Phoenix Wright, mentions of Kristoph, Apollo, Trucy, and Edgeworth
Rating: R for language?
Warnings: Harsh language! Slash content if you squint.
Summary: Some first/second person POV fic that spawned from the opening line. I don't really even know anymore. Phoenix talking about the events of Apollo Justice.
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The clock has stopped at 4:47. His clock. The clock he gave me.
Funny how life works out. One minute, you're some hotshot kid, and the next you're just like any other poor schmuck. You think you've got it all figured out, and then the rug gets pulled out from under you, and you realize you don't know a damn thing.
Welcome to real life.
You see, you can make promises about how you're gonna be together forever or just think that someone's gonna be in your life for more than a few years. But that's not how it works. And I know that now, because I'm not a kid anymore. Maybe you don't know it. You'll learn- we all do. And sure, it fucking hurts like hell, but that's life. You're not livin' if it doesn't make you bleed.
So you grow older. You get bitter. You lose people. Hell, maybe you find a job working in a dive, playing poker just to pay the bills. And your kid- the one you adopted? She works at a bar to help pay the bills. You never told her she had to, but hell, she's got a mind of her own sometimes.
And you get friends. Sure, I had friends. Not like before, but you can't always ask for that. No, I had a friend who decided he was gonna make it his mission to fuck my life up as much as he could. Some friend, right? Like they say- "who needs enemies"?
So anyway, you make ends meet. It ain't pretty, but it's what you've got. And then one day, your life, your old life, to comes knocking. After you swore up and down that you were fucking finished with the law, there it is again. And this time...this time you figure you'll pick it up just to see if you can make a difference still. You're not that dumb kid anymore, but you figure that maybe, if you try, maybe things will get better. People will come back, that sort of thing. 'Cause, you see, inside, you're still that dumb kid. And you realize that maybe that part of you never died.
But first, you have to vindicate yourself. So you catch the son of a bitch who fucked you over. It's not what I wanted but hell, it worked. And I didn't say it was perfect. Or that what I did to the kid was right. But damn if it didn't put a murderer in jail. And yeah, maybe it wasn't the best thing to do. But you try being in my place and see what the hell you do.
And that kid? The one I, fine, I'll admit it. I fucking used him. But that kid, he comes knocking a few months later and I figure I can use his help. 'Cause, you know, he reminds me of someone. He's got a long way to go, but he'll get there. And hell, maybe we need more kids like him- people who haven't been fucked over yet. So I figure he can use Truce's help, and they make a pretty damn good team. And after a while, I'll admit that I became fond of him. Not that I'm telling him, but he's kind of like a brother. Maybe more like a son, knowing what I know now.
But anyway, these two kids, they kind of worm their way into your heart and become your reason for living. And the past- the one that used to chase you so close? You're making headway on it. You can escape it. You don't need to get back at the bastard who did this to you anymore. You have a family now. You don't have your friends again, but that's just how life is. We don't always get the shit we want.
But you know, they're right. Sometimes, you get what you need.
Characters: Phoenix Wright, mentions of Kristoph, Apollo, Trucy, and Edgeworth
Rating: R for language?
Warnings: Harsh language! Slash content if you squint.
Summary: Some first/second person POV fic that spawned from the opening line. I don't really even know anymore. Phoenix talking about the events of Apollo Justice.
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The clock has stopped at 4:47. His clock. The clock he gave me.
Funny how life works out. One minute, you're some hotshot kid, and the next you're just like any other poor schmuck. You think you've got it all figured out, and then the rug gets pulled out from under you, and you realize you don't know a damn thing.
Welcome to real life.
You see, you can make promises about how you're gonna be together forever or just think that someone's gonna be in your life for more than a few years. But that's not how it works. And I know that now, because I'm not a kid anymore. Maybe you don't know it. You'll learn- we all do. And sure, it fucking hurts like hell, but that's life. You're not livin' if it doesn't make you bleed.
So you grow older. You get bitter. You lose people. Hell, maybe you find a job working in a dive, playing poker just to pay the bills. And your kid- the one you adopted? She works at a bar to help pay the bills. You never told her she had to, but hell, she's got a mind of her own sometimes.
And you get friends. Sure, I had friends. Not like before, but you can't always ask for that. No, I had a friend who decided he was gonna make it his mission to fuck my life up as much as he could. Some friend, right? Like they say- "who needs enemies"?
So anyway, you make ends meet. It ain't pretty, but it's what you've got. And then one day, your life, your old life, to comes knocking. After you swore up and down that you were fucking finished with the law, there it is again. And this time...this time you figure you'll pick it up just to see if you can make a difference still. You're not that dumb kid anymore, but you figure that maybe, if you try, maybe things will get better. People will come back, that sort of thing. 'Cause, you see, inside, you're still that dumb kid. And you realize that maybe that part of you never died.
But first, you have to vindicate yourself. So you catch the son of a bitch who fucked you over. It's not what I wanted but hell, it worked. And I didn't say it was perfect. Or that what I did to the kid was right. But damn if it didn't put a murderer in jail. And yeah, maybe it wasn't the best thing to do. But you try being in my place and see what the hell you do.
And that kid? The one I, fine, I'll admit it. I fucking used him. But that kid, he comes knocking a few months later and I figure I can use his help. 'Cause, you know, he reminds me of someone. He's got a long way to go, but he'll get there. And hell, maybe we need more kids like him- people who haven't been fucked over yet. So I figure he can use Truce's help, and they make a pretty damn good team. And after a while, I'll admit that I became fond of him. Not that I'm telling him, but he's kind of like a brother. Maybe more like a son, knowing what I know now.
But anyway, these two kids, they kind of worm their way into your heart and become your reason for living. And the past- the one that used to chase you so close? You're making headway on it. You can escape it. You don't need to get back at the bastard who did this to you anymore. You have a family now. You don't have your friends again, but that's just how life is. We don't always get the shit we want.
But you know, they're right. Sometimes, you get what you need.