Title: A Prosecution Love Story
Author: Julia...<3
Rating: Not suitable for people who aren't franny and edgey shippers.
Genre: Romance
Status: In the works
Pairing: x
Summary: Miles discovers the love of his life was always right in front of him while Franziska tries to whip Miles into sense.



The trial was over. Miles had won. He smiled and cheered for himself in the lobby, but it didn't feel... complete. He wanted someone to share his victories with. Someone to hug or hold... someone to help him with cases or someone to grow old with. Althought the thought sent shivers down his spine, he always thought of it that way. He always thought of the possibility to LOVE. "Ahem. AHEM. MILES!" Franziska said, raising her whip. "Don't make me do this to you." she said. But Miles didn't respond. He just stood in his place, quietly thinking. "You asked for this, you foolish fool from this foolish earth." Franziska said, whipping Miles. "OUCH!" Miles said. "What was that for?"
"Is this some foolish question from a foolish fool like yourself?" Franziska asked. "You were ignoring me completely!" she exclaimed, whipping Miles a few more times. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Miles said. "I didn't notice you were there. I was busy thinking." he said.
"You foolish fools shouldn't even have brains." she said, smiling. "Just what were you thinking about?"
At that very moment, Miles gazed into Franziska's beautiful blue eyes and remained speechless. Why didn't he notice it before?

"Will you have dinner with me sometime, Franziska?" he asked generously. He couldn't believe what he had said yet it was so pure and so true; yet it came out of nowhere. Franziska was stunned, but she said, "I will accept this offer of yours. Pick me up at the Prosecutor's Office at 7:00 PM. No excuses if you're late."
Franziska turned around but smiled. She knew that it would happen someday; all she had to do was hope.
"I'm such an idiot." Edgeworth said. But the bad feeling he had in his gut was gone. All he had to do was wait for 7:00; because until then, Edgeworth would have no meaning to his life.





P.S. On the other forum I'm on, I post chapters seperately, but only if on demand. For example:

Post 1 contains chapter 1.
Someone read the first chapter and posts "More!!" or something like that.
And then I post chapter 2.
And so on and so forth.
I hope I can post it in that fashion.

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Last edited by Julia...<3 on Wed May 14, 2008 9:50 am, edited 1 time in total.

Great story so far!!! I am a big / supporter and I can't wait for the next chapter.

Glad you like it
This story will reconvene tomorrow

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"This is it Franziska. You can't blow this." Franziska said, fixing her hair in front of the little compact mirror in her hand. "You knew he'd ask some day. You can't scare him away like everyone else." she said, reassuring herself. She heard a knock on the door to her office. "That might be him." she said, smiling. She put down the mirror and walked toward the door in her black high heels. Clasping the door handle with her right hand, she softly said "You can do this. You can do this." to herself repeatedly. She turned the handle and said "Miles." in a calm and collected tone. "Franziska." he said. Franziska walked out of her office and wrapped her arm around Miles'. Together, they walked onto the streets and headed for wherever Miles intended to bring them. "Miles," Franziska said. "Yes, Franziska?" Miles said.
"This is all professional." Franziska said. "Right?"
Miles' heart tore up inside, but he knew that Franziska was going to try and hide this. So, Miles nodded. "Pure professionalism." he stated. Franziska smiled and continued her walk with Miles. "Where do we go from here?" she asked. Miles shook his head. "I'm not telling." he said. Franziska was going to whip some sense into him; or perhaps whip him until he talks. But she managed to resist; something she usually doesn't do.

"Franzsika," Miles said, taking a piece of cloth from his pocket, "I want you to put on this blindfold." Franziska looked at him with a glare of some sort, and snatched the blindfold from his hand. "Give me that." she said. She wrapped the cloth around her head and Miles tied the cloth's ends together at the back. "Now take my hand, and never let go." Miles said. Franziska glared at him from under the cloth, and said, "Is this some weird exercise of yours?" she said. Miles shook his head. Franziska paused for a few moments. "I shook my head." Miles said. "Oh." said Franziska. Franziska reached out her hand and looked for Miles'. Miles held held onto Franziska's hand and said, "Follow me."

Franziska squeezed Miles' hand on their way to wherever Miles intended. "This is it." he said. Franziska let go of Miles' hand and unraveled the blindfold to see...

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Franziska unraveled her blindfold to see a beautiful candelit-picnic. "Miles, this is.. this is..." Franziska said, turning toward Miles. "You aren't proposing, right?"
"Of course not." Miles said. Yet. I mean, no, never. I mean, yet. I mean.. ugh. he thought. "Let's have dinner?" he said. Franziska nodded, and sat on the picnic blanket. Miles took out a small container from the picnic basket and opened it. It contained pasta. He opened another container to reveal bread. "Miles, this looks delicious. And it smells fresh!" Franziska said, grabbing one of the plastic plates. "It's nothing." Miles said. "I made it myself."

What he just said was a pure lie. He had Al Dente's deliver the meals 5 minutes before they'd arrive; therefore making it fresh and... good.

"Er, dig in." he said, getting his own plastic plate. They got spoonfuls of the pasta on each of their plates and well, dug in. "Mmm! Miles, this is amazing!" Franziska said. "What's in it?"

"Err... Basil, walnuts..." Miles said. "Miles, this is Puttanesca, not pesto." she said.
"Then you already know what's in it." Miles said, taking a bite of his bread. "Right." Franziska said. She was starting to get suspicious. Franziska took the box of the pasta and looked at the lid. "Al Dente's!" she said. "Miles, you ripped them off!" she said.

"I just wanted to impress you." he said, frowning. Franziska patted his back. I wanted to impress you too." she said.

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Miles looked at Franziska in the eyes. Franziska looked back. They both felt a small spark of some sort.

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Alright! Another Miles/Franziska writer comes out of the woodwork! I like what you're doing here. Considering your age and the fact that English is probably not your native tongue, your writing is praiseworthy. I look forward to reading more. Keep at it. Writing for these two is a challenge, but very rewarding when you can pull it off. Perhaps I can collect your feedback on my own work once I've finished the latest chapter. It's almost done. *wink*

I also recommend Caelestis' When the Wall Crumbles as well as the works in the Graphiction thread, if you haven't already read them. Again, good work so far. I look forward to seeing where you go with this.

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I think it's pretty awesome, so far. I like the Miles/Franziska pairing, and you've written this well.

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Thanks, dude
I actually speak more English than Tagalog, our language, so this is kind of like cake. Except the fact that every other writer here has a more advanced vocabulary, so I have to kinf of step up.


Miles and Franziska slowly inched toward each other. Miles closed his eyes and knew this was it. But a familiar voice ruined it all. "Franziska?" said the voice. Franziska sighed deeply, and looked around. There stood an old man. His nose was kind of bird-shaped, and, much like Miles, he had a few frills on his shirt. "Father!" Franziska said, standing up and dusting off her skirt. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"What's more important is why you are here. With HIM." Manfred said, clearing his throat. Miles stood up, and reached out his hand so he could shake hands with his mentor. But Manfred ignored this gesture and continued to look at his daughter. "We're having a meeting, father." she said. "Why are you here?"
"I always take a nightly walk in the evening. You know that." Manfred said. Franziska shook her head. "You never walked at night when I was little." she said. Manfred smiled. "It seems you figured out my lie." he said. "But your lie is worse. Do you think you can start going out with someone without me knowing?"

"Father, can we talk away from who I'm with? Please? This is quite embarassing." Franziska said with a flip of her hair.
"Embarassing because we're infront of your date." he said. But he agreed, and walked to one of the nearby trees. "Father, we're not on a date." she said, furious. Is this old coot going to keep this up?

Oh yes he will.

"Whether you're on a date or not, you two were about to.. er.. 'make out', as some of you young people would say." Manfred said, glancing at Miles, who was making his frills, er, frillier. "I was going to clean off the sauce he had on his.. cheek." she said. It was an obvious lie. "With your lips? I doubt it." Manfred said, grabbing Franziska's arm. "I'm bringing you home." he said.

"I'm not a child anymore! Let go!" she said. Manfred shook his head once more. "I'm escorting you back to your home; whether you like it or not." he said, dragging Franziska away. "MILES! Miles! miles! mil..." Franziska kept shouting his name, and her voice got fainter and fainter. To Miles, hearing her say his name sounded so sweet; as if the judge was saying 'GUILTY!'. But the fact that his only hope of love was being dragged away tore him apart.

Miles decided to pack up, when he stumbled across a card of some sort. It said...

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"...Nick? Where have I heard that name before?" Miles said, thinking. A thought jumped into his head. "Wright!" he said, getting angry. He tore up the card into shreds.

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Wow, I'm seeing more Miles/Fran popping up! Anyway, I'm enjoying your writing, especially on one of my favorite couples!

Interesting in adding Manfred into the mix. I highly doubt he'd like the match...
Oh, and oooh, Miles is jealous!



Aw, thanks for spreading the word!

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I'm glad you like this =)
It's been weeks since people commented it, so I just gave up on it.
I'm working on another fic though.
So now I need to juggle the two XD

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Franziska & Miles.

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I LOVE this fanfiction!
Keep writting PLEASE!