Disclaimer: The Phoenix Wright cast belongs to Capcom.
Pairing: Phoenix x Franziska
"Objection! This evidence clearly contradicts the—uh, the…err…"
"Objection! Phoenix Wright. Fools that make irrelevant outbursts that waste my time deserve a whipping. Don't you agree?"
"N-No! No I don't."
The judge glowered at the defense. "But they certainly deserve a penalty." He banged his gavel. "Fools should think carefully about what they say in this courtroom."
Great. Not only a Franziska, but a Manziska too. I'm not a fool! Phoenix eyed the two with his exasperated drenched-in-the-rain look. He scanned the court record again. Argh! I know there was a contradiction in the testimony! If only I hadn't been staring at—
Franziska glared at the porcupine across the courtroom when he hunched over with that stupid look again. "The reason you can't find any contradictions between the testimony and evidence is because there are no contradictions! Just admit defeat so we can all move on."
No! There is a contradiction. I was just momentarily distracted…Argh! Phoenix slapped a hand over his face. He couldn't stop thinking about that…thing. And what he did to that…thing.
"Mr. Wright, are you quite well? This is a court of law! This is no place to be making silly faces," the judge thundered.
"Urgh…" Phoenix straightened up behind the bench. Franziska was scowling, the judge was frowning, and the jury was buzzing. Then he slouched and the drenched look reappeared. "Your Honor, uh…the defense requests a brief recess to have a word with the prosecution."
The judge's face reflected surprise and the prosecutor raised her whip. "What is this foolishness?"
"Five minutes," he pleaded. "That's all I need."
"Objection! Mr. Phoenix Wright has already delayed the trial seven times with similar displays of insanity. There is no—"
"Prosecutor Von Karma." Phoenix was suddenly clear-eyed and serious. "Five minutes. Otherwise I'll have to do…it. In front of everyone."
"W-What?" Franziska clutched the sleeve of her left arm tightly in the other hand.
"Enough!" The judge shook his head in annoyance. "I will not tolerate this travesty for another second. The defense's request is granted; however, there will be no more delays for the remainder of this trial. Understand?" He glared at both parties and slammed his gavel. "Court is adjourned for a five minute recess."
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As soon as they were in the corner of the lobby furthest away from the curious bailiff, Franziska rounded on Phoenix.
"What do you think you are doing?" she hissed furiously. She was too close to whip him properly so she merely stared at him with an angry expression on her face.
"I—" Phoenix swallowed. That…thing. It was right there, and he desperately wanted to—
Franziska stabbed the whip handle at his chest. "You what? Did you think I was going to go easy on you because of our relationship? Don't be ridiculous. How many times have I told you that in court you are still a foolishly foolish fool of a little man, and I don't care what kind of foolish sentiments you may possess. In court I—"
The tirade stopped suddenly when Phoenix extracted a band-aid from one of his inner jacket pockets and ripped open the little paper packet. He placed the sterile-smelling sticky under her left eye and smoothed it down with a finger.
"Ph-Phoenix Wright—"
"Franziska." The defense attorney hadn't taken his finger away. He was smiling a small goofy smile as he looked at her. "I'm sorry. It's just that I seem to keep having flashbacks of what I did to that cute little dot under your eye…last night."
Last night? Last night he…Franziska gaped rather unprofessionally and felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. "Th-This isn't the place to—This is a courtroom, you foolish—!"
"Objection." Phoenix touched the tip of her nose with his index finger. "Can't I still love you in court?" When the beautiful, but flustered prosecutor only stared dumbfounded back at him, he grinned. He was damned if her face wasn't the cutest sight that ever greeted his eyes.
Phoenix glanced up to see the bailiff coming toward them. Recess was over.
He leaned down and delivered a quick peck on her band-aid. "Don't go easy on me," he murmured with a touch of smugness. "I've just figured out the contradiction."
Franziska watched the attorney lope back into the courtroom, his hands in his pockets. He was such a fool. And an idiot. And…such a fool.
Franziska followed him with a scowl on her face—but inside, she was flying.
A/N: Um...so, I guess he was fascinated with her mole...Don't ask. xP;