A/N: This was somewhat inspired by a prose on DeviantART, the story and happenings, however, are completely unrelated to the piece; it was the idea of unsent letters and that is all. :3 I hope everyone enjoys, R&R please.
I do not own Phoenix Wright/Gyakuten Saiban.
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It had been a long morning, a long tiring morning. As I set my briefcase on the desk I stared out the window, wondering what would become of the afternoon ahead of me. I couldn't help but feel troubled, though I wasn't sure why at first. I had won the case with flying colors, the defendant proven not guilty after three strenuous days of gathering evidence and building what seemed to be an impossible case.
Soon, though, I realized what was wrong. 'Miles' He is haunting my thoughts again, thoroughly worming his way into the back of my head. I can't help but wonder why he was being so adamant about avoiding me. Slowly I recall why though.
About seven months ago, in this very office, Miles Edgeworth had professed his love for me. And I stood there, gaping in silence like an idiot. He looked up to me and for a moment I thought I saw the gleam of a tear, and he was gone.
From that day forward, I had only seen ghosts of him lingering about. At the moment when he had confessed, I was not sure what to think, what to say, and I certainly didn't know how I felt. As the days wore on though, and I saw less of my friend, I slowly came to the realization that I could answer his feelings.
"Nick, are you going out now?" Maya's voice jarred me from my thoughts and I looked over at the young smiling girl.
"Ah, yes, I have some business to attend to, take the rest of the day off, alright?" I smiled to her and she nodded, she knew what was going on, the girl has intuition like none I'd seen before, except for in Chief. As she left I smiled softly to myself before picking up the piece of paper on my desk with the address of Edgeworth's office on it and headed out.
Upon arriving at the lobby just before Edgeworth's office, I was greeted by his second assistant who was filing some papers. "Mr. Edgeworth is currently in court, if you would like to wait in his office though, feel free to go in and take a seat. I must ask you not to touch anything though. It should only be about ten to twenty minutes."
I silently thanked the woman with a nod and a smile and made my way into the room. Immediately I noticed it was much more spacious then my own office and seemed to have been professionally decorated. A large window sat on the east wall to the left of the main desk that two comfortable looking chairs sat in front of and one exceptionally inviting chair sat behind. Files and papers were stacked neatly on the desk and file cabinets lined the wall behind the desk, creating an organized and efficient look for the room.
As I took a seat, I noticed something on the desk that seemed out of place. A small fireproof lock box was sitting open, the keys directly next to it. It appeared that Miles had lost track of time and had to rush off to court, leaving it there and open. My curiosity got the best of me and successfully booted out common sense before I could get a handle on what I was doing.
I rose from my seat and gingerly strode to the left and around the desk, picking up the papers that lay within the box. I really didn't know what I was doing at that point, these were obviously official papers seeing as how they were in a fireproof box, but I was overwhelmed with the urge to look and see for myself what it was that Miles valued so much he would lock away.
My eyes widened slightly in shock as I started to read the first of the papers.
Dear Wright:
It was another awkward encounter today of silence and remorse. I thought things might finally get back to the usual but I'm starting to see that the option of normality is no longer open to us. My heart shattered when you just stared at me, mindlessly mouthing words but forming nothing. I slinked away that day, rejected and dejected. I thought I could get back to just being me though, stoic, arrogant, charming in a prince-like fashion; however, no such luck has befallen me. My cases continue to suffer as my mind drifts to you. This is really quite troublesome, emotions are such a bother.
Sincerely,
Miles Edgeworth
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Dear Wright:
Regret. I'm starting to regret ever pouring my feelings out to you. I wish to blame it on a mix of emotional trauma and hormones but I know that what I told you is true and I mean it, even if it is causing you to stay as far away as possible from me. You seem to like to pretend that I do not exist anymore and that troubles me. I feel as if I've ruined our friendship through seeking more based off of selfish feelings and desire. I love you, Wright, but even after I told you that –even as I tell you now- there was and is no fairy tale ending. I remember that look that had come to your face so alarmingly fast that I almost jumped out of my skin. I said the words, looked up, and you stared at me in such a way that my heart sank to the floor. So I turned and left. No words needed to be spoken because your eyes said everything I never wanted to know.
Sincerely,
Miles Edgeworth.
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Dear Wright:
I feel like a child today. Having practically run from your sight, I slammed into the bailiff on the way out and almost toppled him over. I wonder what you have done that has made me feel so incredibly unable to control myself. I suppose it's that I'm afraid of what you will say if we finally do speak again. What is it that hurts me more though? Knowing from that look I saw in your eyes over half a year ago that you had no interest, or knowing that one of these days you will tell me directly the many reasons why you cannot love the once "Demon Prosecutor" and even further back, childhood friend. I'm feeling quite peculiar from all of this. I solemnly wish I had never said anything at all.
Sincerely,
Miles Edgeworth
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Dear Wright:
Are you disgusted by me? Does the sight of gray hair with peeked bangs, magenta, and a cravat drive you sick to the point that you wish death upon each item and their owner? I long for you not to have these types of feelings but somewhere deep inside me I feel as if it could all be true. I have successfully avoided contact with you; I do suppose you are very grateful of that. My mind is flooded with questions and doubts and as of recent I have found it very difficult to focus on anything other than you. Sometimes I wish I could actually send these letters to you, but I fear it would just be another mistake.
Sincerely,
Miles Edgeworth
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Dear Wright:
Desire, burning passion, I feel these right now Phoenix Wright. I feel them for you. My body hungers to be near you, to touch your skin and bask in the warm light of your gaze. It feels animalistic, dirty, obscene. You are the only one who has ever done this to me, you are the only one who has ever come this near to breaking me so completely that I wish you would tinker a bit more so that I might fall and be freed from your grasp. Are you proud of what you've done, or do you even know? Do you know that it's not just my body, but my heart that longs for you? As magnificent as these feelings are, I wish they would leave. There is no point in pining away for a man who is so obviously uninterested. Congratulations on winning your case today though, it's quite remarkable how you always seem to rise from the worst scenarios and turn them to your favor in a matter of moments. I admire that about you greatly, though I have a hard time admitting it sometimes.
Sincerely,
Miles Edgeworth
I had been so involved in my reading that I didn't notice the arrival of Edgeworth until it was far too late. I looked up with a start when I hear the sudden thud of a file folder hitting the ground and a sudden intake of breath. As swiftly as I had looked up, Edgeworth strode over, snatched the letters from my hands and firmly planted his right palm to my left cheek.
"How… how dare you, Mr. Wright!" Though my face was burning I do have to admit it was a relief that Miles said something to me. I gaped at him stupidly, my mind racing with the newly gained information and the quite pissed off Edgeworth before me.
"I… Miles let me explain, I only wanted to…"
"Only wanted to what?!" As he yelled I noticed some of his bangs got tossed in front of his eye before he moved it out of the way with a quick flick of his head. "To come in here, rummage through my personal papers and then laugh with the rest of the world about how Miles Edgeworth, once one of the most ruthless attorneys was losing his touch over some spiky haired, half wit, dumb luck chum?!" Edgeworth exhaled and his shoulders heaved. "Out!" He yelled before I could speak one word of contradiction. He slammed the papers into the box, closed it and proceeded to try and shove me out the door.
"Edgeworth! M-Miles! Stop! No, that's not why I came here! Would you just listen to me?" I stammered and tried to pull myself together and stop myself from being pushed out but it was too late. A moment later I was standing outside his door as it slammed shut and clicked to the lock position. Not only had I failed in getting a chance to talk to him, I also may have caused some severe damage to our already worsening friendship due to insufferable curiosity.
One thing was for certain after reading those letters though; I desperately needed to talk to Miles.