Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [UNFINISHED]

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Who: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [CLOSED]
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other

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A few hours passed between what he assumed was daybreak and his wandering around the city. As uneventful as it was, he was heading back to the complex by late morning.

Miles assumed that Phoenix would still be sleeping. Without the sun, he had no idea how much time had passed, other than by glancing at his watch, which only worked if there was light around.

The room number was remembered, and he walked down the hallway, scowling at himself. He found out minor details, and was no closer to solving anything. Stopping at the room number, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

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Phoenix was sitting on the couch, when Edgeworth returned, a blank sort of hopelessness filling him with each passing moment. Had he dreamed Edgeworth up? Was this place making him lose his mind, that he would invent having company?

But then the door opened, and Phoenix stood, quickly, turning towards the entryway...

"You..." he whispered, staring, dumbfounded. Well, it had been a lot sooner that Phoenix could have hoped for. At least he hadn't stayed away a year this time...

He was torn between relief and anger at the memory. Had Phoenix not pressed upon Edgeworth how pissed off he'd been when the man had just up-and-left the first time? Phoenix hadn't quite forgiven him yet for that, much less have him do it again!

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Miles paused in the open doorway, surprised to see Phoenix standing there. The one word caused his stomach to tighten nervously as he slowly entered the room, letting the door close quietly behind him.

"...You're up." He stated indifferently, as if missing any reason why Phoenix could be upset with him. Miles was tired and not in much of a mood to argue, so he would not point anything out. Besides, according to Miles, he didn't do anything wrong anyway.

"We're losing daylight. We need to go."

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"We need to..." Phoenix repeated, blankly, trailing off. It seemed, at least for the moment, that he was bypassing both relief and anger and heading, instead, straight for vague, uncomprehending impassivity.

"How the hell could you just... leave? I thought we agreed to go out together! Why did you--" he cut himself off, looking away. Calm down, Phoenix, this isn't helping anything!

But all he could think of was finding that note, crumpled away under Edgeworth's desk...

And he almost felt nauseous.

"...Fine. Let's go." He moved to grab his jacket from the hall closet, pulling it on. He wondered vaguely how long on pair of clothes was going to last him, but he was too angry to really even care.

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Miles pressed his lips together into an expression of annoyance at Phoenix's outburst. His hands slide into the pockets of his coat, having not moved from his place in the living room.

"You were sleeping." He said pointedly, struggling hard to mask any underlying emotions. "And I wasn't. I intended on returning before you woke up."

As Phoenix comes back with his jacket, Miles scowls a bit more, rolling his eyes as he turned to leave the apartment once again. "I was not aware I made you my keeper, Wright."

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Miles was pushing him on purpose. He had to be.

"You should have left a note!" Phoenix answered, standing much closer to him now than he had been before. "You could have written that you were coming back-- hell, you could have just left a note telling me you were ever even really here in the first place!"

He was letting his anger get the best of him. He almost cringed inwardly. It was rare something like this happened... but it had before, and Miles was hardly a newcomer to getting the brunt of it.

Even when he'd first come back from wherever the hell he'd been, Phoenix had told him he wished he'd have stayed dead.

Phoenix frowned. He knew he said things he didn't mean when he was angry. He wondered if it would happen again.

He stepped past Miles, jerking the door open and moving out into the hall.

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"..."

Miles stood there for a moment, somewhat shocked. Phoenix thought he wasn't coming back? The anger from his rival was something he had experienced before, and it only made that tight feeling in his stomach worse. Deja vu. Tugging gently on his cravat while taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Miles moved to follow after Phoenix.

Lingering in the hallway, almost as if deciding whether or not he should even follow at this point, Miles decided on what was originally planned and walked to catch up to him.

"Wright, wait."

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Phoenix stopped short at the sound of his name being called. He glanced back, watching Edgeworth carefully. It seemed most of the anger had diffused, and now all that was left was the aftermath of fear. Fear that Edgeworth had left without him. Fear that Phoenix was going to be alone again. Fear that he was losing his mind.

"What?" he asked, looking tired, worried, disheveled. Without gel, his hair wouldn't spike, so he looked even messier than usual. God, he couldn't stand going without his hair spiked. Maybe that was part of his bad mood.

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Miles also looked worse for wear, having slept next to nothing the night before. Despite that, he tried to get his silvery hair as decent as possible. A spoiled brat such as him was not good at roughing it. He was tired, in desperate need of a good shower, and was craving tea like crazy.

Stopping a foot or so before Phoenix, Miles met his eyes with his own grey ones. It took him a moment to figure out what to say, swallowing the tight feeling that decided to form in his throat.

"I trust you, Wright. In a situation like this, I would expect the same in return."

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That wasn't what Phoenix had expected him to say at all.

There were, however, a million responses to that. Most of them centered around a core "Why should I trust you?!", which Phoenix didn't think would be, all around, the best response to pick. He settled for something that got the same point across, but was much less... instigating.

"If you want me to trust you, then promise me you won't leave. Promise me that you'll come back if you decide to just... run off without me." He paused for a moment, searching the man's eyes. Edgeworth had never betrayed his trust before. He'd left, but... but could Phoenix really blame him? Sure, he could have gone about it better, but...

Well, he was human... and human made mistakes.

...And maybe Phoenix could forgive him for that.

In all honesty, though, the fact that Miles Edgeworth trusted him was a bit of a revelation.

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If for no other reason, Phoenix forced Miles to trust him. Getting knocked off your high horse by someone, only to have them defend you later on, even after you practically order them to not pry. It took a lot for Miles to actually admit to trusting someone, especially someone like his rival.

Even if that rival had an uncontrollable desire to find good in everyone, even Miles, when no one else would. As much as he failed to admit, if it wasn't for Phoenix.. he would have been incarcerated for not one, but two murder charges.. as well as would have never realized the error of his ways

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Phoenix smiled suddenly. That was all he'd wanted to hear.

"Good. I'm glad." His gaze turned down the hallway. Now that they'd gotten that all settled, it seemed silly to be angry with Edgeworth for stepping out while Phoenix had been asleep.

"Let's get going, then. Maybe we can find some actual people around here..."

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Miles rolled his eyes again, but it held a different meaning than before as this one had a small smile on his face.

"I found.. someone." He said, glancing down the hallway. "A kid. He told me that there's something weird with the doors in this city." Dark grey eyes narrowed at the lack of logic that was coming out of his mouth, and he scowled again. "That is.. if you walk into a door, and you come back.. you end up somewhere else."

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"...Really?"

Phoenix glanced at the door to his apartment with sudden worry. What if he couldn't get home one day? He'd tried so hard to establish at least a small sense of normalcy here, but... but what if...?

He suddenly brushed past Miles, going to the apartment door. He opened it, and stared, with relief, back into the quiet emptiness of 105. For now, it seemed this door was safe...

But Phoenix left it cracked, just in case. Just in case closing it entirely would be what made everything change.

Turning back towards Edgeworth, he frowned. "We'll have to be careful," he murmured. "I heard something like that myself... from someone named 'Robin'." Sure, Phoenix hadn't met the guy yet -- they'd only talked through those strange 'computers' that seemed to be everywhere he turned. Even so, Phoenix had no reason to doubt him -- especially now that Miles had confirmed it.

Even so, the thought made Phoenix apprehensive about going out. What if they couldn't find their way back?

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Miles stopped, glancing over his shoulder at Phoenix as he walked all the way back to the apartment. He frowned as he watched, not intending to make him worry.

"There might be a pattern." He tried, although it was highly doubtful. The initial idea of doors and random locations failed to make sense anyway. Despite being tired and hungry and running low on patience, he was determined to hold onto some shred of optimism.

If not for him, then for Phoenix.

"We need to stock up on whatever we can find. This is a city, there has to be a store or something somewhere." At the very least, he needed a change of clothes. His suit was too expensive to be sleeping in all the time.

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"That's a good idea," Phoenix murmured. "I looked through the apartments, but the idea of wearing other people's clothes..." Especially people who had... well, disappeared... it made him shudder.

"Hang on. There were bags... in the closet. Duffel bags. We can carry back anything we find easier that way." He moved back into the apartment, going to the hall closet. There were a couple of old sweaters hanging up, moth-eaten and dirty-looking. Phoenix bypassed them, kneeling to grab one of the bags on the floor. There was a tennis racket inside, and he took it out, tossing it back on the floor. They wouldn't be needing anything like that.

Stepping back out into the hallway, Phoenix smiled. "Okay. Let's... let's get going."