A NaruMitsu fic I wrote as a gift fic for my friend Ribelle! Dedicated to her with grateful thanks! ^)^
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KICKIN AWESOME THUMBNAIL ARTWORK IS BY RIBELLE MADE ESPECIALLY FOR MY FIC! THANK YOU! ^)^
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A/N: I do not own Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Larry Butz or Maya Fey; they belong to CAPCOM. The plot and incidental characters, however, are mine. ^_)^
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CollegeStudent!Phoenix x CollegeProfessor!Miles. AU. Phoenix has a massive crush on his handsome History professor but it looks like his yearning may go unanswered by the one he so desperately desires...
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A NaruMitsu Teacher x Student fic that I wrote for my friend Ribelle as a gift to her! ^)^

The first chapter is lighthearted with comic events although the second chapter is much more serious in tone and the third wraps everything into one, neat little package. *I may add to chapter 3 at some point since it is rather short compared to the other two.*

Hope you enjoy! ^)^

Not beta read.

THANK YOU to all my readers! I couldn't do it without you! MUCH APPRECIATED! ^)^

SPECIAL THANKS to my beloved husband, DezoPenguin, for his enduring love, care, the title and support! LOVE YOU BABE! *kiss*

Hope you all enjoy! I'll probably make corrections later; always room for improvement! ^_^

Rated M, male/male relationships, Phoenix x Edgeworth, Romance
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November 15th
McClean Hall, Room G18 Lecture Hall
American Civil War 302
2:20 P.M.

"Mr. Wright?" Professor Edgeworth's annoyed voice cut into my reverie and I jumped, startled, at hearing him.

"Y-Yes, Professor Edgeworth?" I cursed myself inwardly as I did so, hoping that I didn't sound half as stupid and stuttering as I thought I did.

"I asked you what the significance of the Confederate defeat at Gettysburg was. Could the Confederates have won the war had they won that crucial battle?"

My mind was a complete blank.

"Uh... I... well, that is to say... I...uh..."

My face was beet red with embarrassment as Professor Edgeworth sighed once more in annoyance and I could feel the gaze of thirty other pairs of eyes as my classmates stared at me, hearing scattered titters coming from various places in the classroom. My Civil War History professor didn't, as I well knew, suffer fools gladly, put up with any mischief in class and took a very dim view to tardiness or inattention.

To my chagrin-although I knew full well what was coming-those dark grey eyes settled right on me, his mouth quirking at the corners. I knew he was annoyed and I felt my face getting even hotter than it had been previously until I was certain that I looked like a boiled lobster.

"Mr. Wright, if you intend to pass this course, you need to pay attention." He looked over his glasses at me, an elegant eyebrow raising.

"Y-Yes, Sir..." I mumbled, my eyes dropping to stare at the floor. I was mortified that my favorite professor had publicly called me out and, even worse from my point of view, probably thought that I was an idiot. With another sigh and a long suffering glare in my direction, Professor Edgeworth turned back to the blackboard and continued the lesson while I sank lower in my seat.

That was the way that our third meeting went today when I found out that he was my teacher and would be for the next two years for all of my History classes. While I was very happy that this would be the case while Dr. Gilbey was in the UK, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and I fervently wished that I could stop staring at him and actually pay attention to the lesson that he was teaching.

American Civil War 302 was one of my favorite classes, after all, but I had the sinking feeling that there might be more of these in future since he was so handsome that I couldn't help staring. I also had another class with him, Canadian History 101 and the less said about how that class went earlier this morning, the better!

It's going to be a long two years, I thought morosely as I straightened up slowly and giving Larry an evil look out of the corner of my eye as he poked me in the ribs and sighed, getting strange looks from the people who were seated closest to me.

Definitely a LONG two years!

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And that was how our third meeting went. The second wasn't much better as the same thing happened in that class, as well and I blushed with humiliation as I remembered it.

Although I hadn't made any excuses for my inattention that morning in my Canadian History 101 class, the truth was that I had had a late night the evening before, finishing up a Biology lab with Larry (who, as usual, was more interested in flirting with Dr. Chance's pretty T.A. than he was in getting any kind of work done) which left me the task of writing up the results.

To make a long story short, I'd spent all night working on it-much to my surprise, and annoyance, Larry somehow managed to persuade her to go on a date with him-and swore eternal vengeance on him for putting me in this predicament in the first place. Bleary eyed and exhausted, I'd handed in the lab before classes even started and, that done, headed over to the cafeteria for some much needed breakfast and coffee. Especially coffee.

Little did I know at this point that an event was to take place that would bring someone quite unexpected into my life, someone whom I would never have anticipated even possessing the slightest bit of interest in me.

It's funny how things work out in life, isn't it?

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Earlier that morning...

November 15th
Dining Hall
Fitzgerald University
7: 00 A.M.

I shuffled along slowly at the various food trays, taking a plate and putting it on top of my tray as I pushed it along the top of the serving bar. I chose a few items-scrambled eggs, some toast, six strips of bacon, bagel, a cup of coffee and a large glass of orange juice-and made my way to the end of the bar, walking slowly over to the nearest table and sitting down.

I ate slowly at first but, by the time I had finished the eggs and bacon, I was eating with more gusto and enjoying my breakfast immensely. I watched other students arrive as I drank my coffee, greeting some before going back to my repast. When I looked at my watch some time later, I was surprised to see that it was 7:50 A.M. and I would have to hurry if I wanted to make my first class of the day on time.

I ate the remnants of my breakfast quickly, practically gulping down my orange juice before placing all my dishes on the tray, grabbed my book bag from its place by my foot under the table and tossed it over my shoulder as I walked over to the table by the cafeteria kitchen, tossing my napkin and other trash in the garbage can. I placed each dish, cup and silverware in its proper place and tossed the tray into another tub.

I had whirled around, preparing to leave when I was stopped short in my tracks by colliding with someone, hearing a startled oath, and the sound of fluttering papers, as they flew out of the person's grasp and I heard the unmistakable sound of them scattering them all over the floor.

"Oh, geez...!" I exclaimed my face beet red with embarrassment as I quickly knelt, grabbing several sheets that were closest to me, spread out like a fan. "I'm really, really sorry...! I..." I happened to look up just then and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the most beautiful pair of eyes I'd ever seen in an equally beautiful face.

Dark grey orbs looked at me through a pair of wire frame glasses; a handsomely chiseled face with cupid lips framed by dark grey hair with sharp bangs and a perfectly shaped nose. As my eyes continued to trail downward, I saw a solidly built body that filled out his crisp white dress shirt and black slacks perfectly, his black-and-white checkered tie lying flat against that broad chest. I couldn't help but wonder if his chest was as toned as his outfit suggested.

I could see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe.

I continued to stare silently at him as I picked up more papers mechanically without even thinking about what I was doing; it was like my body was on autopilot as all my attention was focused on the man who knelt down on the floor beside me and I couldn't help but wonder if he was a professor although I couldn't remember seeing him around before.

I knelt there, unable to tear my gaze away fro him, finding it also difficult to breathe. Those dark grey eyes seemed to fill my whole world and I wasn't aware of anything else going on around me.

"Do you intend to stay on the floor all day or would you please hand me the papers you're holding?" The voice was rich, mellow and thick with amusement.

I flushed, swallowing hard as I quickly handed him the papers. "There you are."

"Thank you, Mr. …?" He raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"W-Wright. Phoenix Wright."

He smiled and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. "Thank you, Mr. Wright." He inclined his head briefly before he stood while I kept my stationery position on the floor, my breath catching in my throat.

I couldn't understand the strange feelings that were coursing through me or why he had held me captive with a look. What was it about him that held me spellbound and why was my beating so hard in my chest?

Time stood still... until I felt a hand clap me on the shoulder. I squeaked with surprise and spun around on my knees to look into Larry Butz's confused face.

"Hey man, whatcha doin' here?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.

I licked my lips nervously and opened my mouth to speak when I promptly closed it again, realizing that whoever the man had been that he was no longer there. My eyes widened in confusion as I looked quickly around the rapidly filling cafeteria and not seeing him anywhere.

"Did you see him?" I blurted out, grasping Larry's arm with trembling fingers.

"See... who?" he replied, surprise clear in his voice.

"There was a man in here earlier," I explained, my fingers tightening, "and I accidentally ran into him, knocking some papers he held out of his hands. I helped him pick them up and then..."

Larry looked doubtfully at me. "Nick, there isn't anyone here so whoever this mystery man of yours is that you're talking about... well..." He spread his hands.

I frowned. "That can't be..." I bit my lip as I let go of Larry's arm, flushing a dirty red. "He was here!"

"Sure, Nick, sure." Larry's tone was dismissive and I snapped my mouth shut with an aggrieved air, glaring at him. "You gonna sit down there all day or are you gonna get up?"

"I'm not sitting," I muttered as he held out his hand. I let go of his arm and took it, scrambling quickly to my feet and dusting myself off.

"We have class in a few minutes so we'd better get going," I remarked, stiffly changing the subject and Larry nodded as we threaded our way through the slowly filling hallway.

We walked in silence as we left the cafeteria, my thoughts tumbling over one another, wondering just who the man I had run into had been. I'd not seen him before so he had to be new; with that dark grey hair, he had to be a professor but one who had a very youthful face that looked no older than I was and I was twenty-five and in my second year of college.

That couldn't be right, I thought to myself biting my lip. How could someone who has grey hair be no older than me? He has to be considerably older than I am but...those...eyes...God, I can't forget those beautiful eyes...

Larry elbowed me and I yelled in startled annoyance, glaring daggers at him while he looked unrepentant which only nettled me more.

"What did you do that for?!"

"I've been talking to you for the past five minutes and all you've been doin' is starin' off into space." He looked hurt and I immediately felt a pang of guilt at the hang dog look on his face. "So I was tryin' to get your attention."

I sighed. We'd been friends since we were children and I knew how prickly and unpredictable he could be.

"Sorry, Larry," I said soothingly, "you're right... I shouldn't have been so... spacey..."

Larry looked mollified and launched into telling me how his date with the Biology professor's T.A. went but my mind continued to wander into the man I had, quite literally, run into earlier. I couldn't help but wonder who he was, why he wasn't familiar to me and why on earth I was feeling so strange. I'd never felt like this before and I wondered where these odd, and vastly confusing and conflicting feelings, were coming from.

I'd come out when I was sixteen-thankfully, with the full support of my friends and immediate family-and set about living my life to the fullest. I hadn't dated for three years and the less said about my last relationship, the better.

I'd moped for some time after we'd broken up; I was deeply hurt for my ex-lover's betrayal bit deep and I couldn't help but feel bitter about the way that everything had ended. Going to college was the first step in healing my wounds and I'd thrown myself into my studies with gusto.

I wasn't too interested in dating seriously at this poi t and, although I did date periodically, I wasn't in a serious, mutually exclusive relationship and I was perfectly happy, and content, with that.

I was surprised, though pleased, to learn that my childhood friend, Larry Butz, also attended Fitzgerald University and we became roommates in one of the senior dorms on campus.

I often wondered what, exactly, women saw in Larry. He was never lacking for dates and, although he never seemed to be able to form a lasting relationship with anyone, he didn't seem to dwell on it too much-well, after the histrionics, that is-before he was off and running in hot pursuit of his next conquest.

I'd had a few women who were interested in me but I politely refused, explaining that I preferred men although I did say that I wouldn't be adverse to going to The Coffee Shack, the main coffeehouse on campus where students and faculty alike congregated, with them for either studying purposes or for chats over coffee or tea, if that was their preferred beverage of choice.

The results were mixed. Some didn't seem to mind, a couple burst into tears and one girl, who was a classmate of mine in my Classics class, was so offended that she dumped her iced tea right onto my lap before storming off. (I really couldn't understand why; I had been honest with her as I was to all the other females who had expressed interest in me. I still don't understand, even two years past.)

"I can't believe that she dumped me for the captain of the university football team!" Larry exclaimed, waving his arms around in the air and I was jolted back to reality with a savage jerk.

"She did?" I asked, coughing to cover the fact that I hadn't been listening. Again. "How rude of her."

"I know, Nick!" He obviously missed the heavy sarcasm in my tone or ignored it, one of the two, as we turned the corner and walked past the library, greeting friends as they passed by. "What does that blond himbo have that I don't?!"

I bit my tongue and remained silent since I didn't think that Larry really wanted to know my opinion on the matter and he, taking my silence for acquiescence, continued his harangue for the next three rooms. Thankfully, he was finished by the time we reached Room F15 where we had out first class of the day, CANADIAN HISTORY 101.

Admittedly, the class itself was interesting-I didn't know much about the country that bordered our own so that was quite fascinating to learn more about it and Canadians, themselves-but the professor, Dr. Landon Gilbey, was boring. His monotonous, droning voice was a chore to listen to and had a bad tendency to grate on my nerves so I tended to tune him out more often than not; thankfully, I taped his lectures so I was doing very well in his class but I often found myself daydreaming of the perfect man and the mystery man that I had encountered earlier this morning kept coming to the forefront of my mind.

What was it about him that I find so fascinating? I wondered, following behind Larry as we entered Dr. Gilbey's classroom and took our seats at the back of the room. I can't get him out of my mind and he seems determined to stay there. Who is he?

I didn't have to long to find out since he walked into the room a few minutes later. I could dimly hear the appreciative murmurs from some of the females in my class and, curious, I turned my head to look... and I froze when I saw who was standing there at the front of the room, a half smile on his face. My jaw dropped in shock as I stared at him in mute silence.

That's...THAT'S-!

"My name is Professor Miles Edgeworth," he began, his soft baritone voice having no trouble reaching the back of the room where Larry and I sat, "and I'll be taking over Dr. Gilbey's classes for the next two years while he's away in the United Kingdom for a sabbatical and research tour." He smiled again and I felt my heart skip a few beats, my hands starting to shake.

I hadn't realized that I was staring in gap-mouthed amazement until I dimly heard Larry's "Nick? Yo, Earth to Nick!" voice speaking to me but I really wasn't paying all that much attention to what he was saying since my eyes, and complete attention, were focused squarely on my professor.

He's so handsome, my mind chittered at me while my heart pounded in my chest, the sound so loud that I was surprised that the person seated next to me on my left didn't hear it. He's so dreamy... and his voice ...my God, that beautiful, melodious voice...!

"Hey!" I heard a miffed voice hiss and I was roughly jerked back to reality when Larry poked me hard in the ribs.

"OW!" I yelled, glaring daggers at my friend as I rubbed my side, wincing. "What did you do THAT for?!"

Larry looked unrepentant.

"Professor Edgeworth was talking to you," he murmured, gesturing to the front of the room with his hand and my eyes followed its direction.

"He...was?" I gulped, my heart falling somewhere in the direction of my feet as I became fully aware of the cold stare he was giving me. I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

I'd been wondering for the past hour and a half who the man I had, quite literally, run into this morning at breakfast had been and now, as I sat there with what felt like every eye in the classroom focused on me, I found out that, not only was he was a History professor...he was also my teacher.

"Indeed, Mr. Wright," I heard him say, his words coldly directed at me. "Thank you for joining us in class and, in future, I would be pleased if you came to class prepared and paid full attention."

I slid down in my seat as he turned and, picking up a piece of chalk, began to write something on the blackboard, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow me. It was certainly a auspicious beginning, to say the least and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the way that things were going to go from now on...or if I could somehow get a grip on my stupid feelings.

It was going to be a very long two years.