Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney. Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth. 040 Sight
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Ema was far from thrilled about having been asked to leave the High Prosecutor’s office so Phoenix and Edgeworth could ‘talk’. What could possibly be so important that she could not be included? Phoenix had not left her out of any of the other investigations and she was old and experienced enough to hear it all.
They were supposed to be enemies anyway or at least rivals- no matter how much she wished she was on the Prosecutor’s side, and they shouldn’t therefore have anything to talk about at all outside the case, or at least nothing that the sixteen year old should not be able to hear.
So she pressed her ear to the door to investigate placing her tape recorder at the bottom of the door for scientific proof of the conversation. It wasn’t like the teen hadn’t shown the device to Wright at one point but at the time she hadn’t thought he’d been listening.
“Sofa hair?” came Phoenix’s disbelieving voice.
“I know,” was Edgeworth’s reply though there was a hint of amusement to his voice as well as something darker that Ema was not quite sure what it was. The sound of a step, the prosecutor had edged closer towards his ‘old-friend.’
“Really it has been too long- you stopped taking cases Wright, what changed? She’s like your little friend isn’t she? Maya? That’s why you came back.”
Phoenix did not reply the sound of springs as he sat down in the couch Ema had been fanaticizing Edgeworth sleeping on just moments beforehand. But from experience maybe he didn’t have to say anything, Phoenix was one whose body movements were more likely to give away the real truth of what he was thinking.
“I’ve missed you.” The young girl nearly choked… where had that come from?
“What happened to I never wanted to see you in court again?”
“A little shock is all… I never wanted to be against you. Our situation is different now.” Another sound of the couch shifting, but not heavy enough for Edgeworth to have sat down. Ugh, she wanted to see what was going on!
She considered seeing if she could find her way back down to the security room- these rooms must have been monitored with cameras against thieves or criminals. But she concluded that by the time she got down there and actually convinced the security guard to let her see the feed it could be all over. Besides, Phoenix would get suspicious if Ema was not there waiting for him when he came back out again.
The High Prosecutor’s sister was therefore left with one choice, and reaching up to the doorknob very quietly opened it just a fraction, enough not to be noticed or passed off as the teen not having closed the door behind her properly. It was a small miracle that the door opening itself was silent, or maybe it was just quiet enough that the two were too occupied to hear it.
It was through this slit that she peeked and got an eyeful of what was going on. It was indeed Phoenix who was sitting on the couch, Edgeworth’s hands either side of his head as the Prosecutor in question leant closer with a sly smile on his face.
What was going on here?
But it was what she saw next that made her realize that on top of the tape recorder- she really really needed a camera. A quiet camera, a good quality camera for good … scientific reasons. This would have made spectacular evidence for… something.
Who do you tell when you see the opposing sides Prosecutor and Defence kissing? Her sister might find it amusing, if she still had the ability to smile, or maybe that Detective Gumshoe, he was close to Edgeworth, right?
She had to admit she had had a small crush the silver haired Prosecutor, but with the way his lips caressed the attorney’s, Phoenix could have him all he wanted- as long as she got photos.