So, I've been reading this forum for a while now, but I never really posted yet. So this week I was reading some topics in the Defendant's Lobby and looking at some fanart and I got this idea for a fanfic. Took me three days to write (cause I'm so damn slow XD) and I thought it wasn't too bad so I decided to publish it on FanFiction. But I haven't been getting a lot of feedback so I'm starting to think it must suck pretty bad XD Either that or people are just being lazy with reviews, which makes me sad cause I love getting feedback ^^;; So yeah, I decided to post it here so more people can read it. I hesitated a bit though, cause I'm really not that confident with my writing skills, but then again I'm always so hard on myself, I don't know what to think at all XD So here it is, and I hope you don't hate it ^^;;



Title: Selfish
Author: Shiva
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Status: Completed (Oneshot)
Pairing: PhoenixEdgeworth
Summary: Right after the events of GS3, Phoenix realizes there's something wrong with Edgeworth and decides they have to talk.

Warning: SPOILERS for GS1-2-3

FanFiction.Net link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3792418/1/Selfish



After excusing themselves from Hazakura Temple, Phoenix, Maya and Pearl headed to Très Bien, where the others had been waiting for them for a while now. When they finally got there, Edgeworth and Franziska were sitting across from each other, obviously trying to ignore Gumshoe and Larry, who were sitting next to them. Judging by the look on Franziska's face, she was desperately resisting the urge to whip Larry to death. Oh no, Larry... Were you hitting on her all night? Phoenix thought with a sigh.

They crossed the room and joined the others at the table in the back. Phoenix sat next to Edgeworth, Maya across from him with Pearl next to her. Edgeworth crossed his arms over his chest, his index finger tapping impatiently against his upper arm. He looked over at Phoenix, giving him a smirk.

"About time, Wright. And you said you wouldn't keep us waiting."

Phoenix scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... Sorry about that."

The conversation didn't get any further. They were suddenly interrupted by Maggey, who had come to take their orders. She was as loud as ever, and seemed very happy to see everyone again. Phoenix took a glance at Gumshoe. He had suddenly stopped talking and was now staring at Maggey. Phoenix smiled. At least this would save Gumshoe the embarrassment of sharing one of his pathetic life stories. For now, anyways.

The meal eventually arrived. Oh, the horror. It tasted even worse than Phoenix remembered. No one said a word though, cause Maggey was now sitting next to Gumshoe, watching them expectantly.

"This is really good, Maggey!" Maya said suddenly, giving the waitress a huge smile. Wait... Is she serious? Phoenix thought. This can barely be considered food.

Phoenix snorted. "If you like it that much, I guess you won't mind finishing mine, then?" He pushed his plate towards her.

Maya glared at him. "Nick! I'm not a pig, you know? Besides, it's rude not to finish your plate!"

I knew it. Even Maya couldn't be crazy enough to like this. "Oh, I beg to differ." He grinned.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Maya pouted, puffing out her cheeks.

"Well, with all the burgers you--"

"Mr. Nick!" Phoenix looked over at Pearl, who seemed pretty angry with him. "You can't say things like that to your special someone!"

"S-Sorry Pearls..." Phoenix scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Outwitted by a nine-year-old again...

Everyone shared a laugh and then went back to eating. Thank god I'm not paying for this...


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Phoenix was crushing the remains of his meal with his fork. He seemed to think he could fool people into thinking he ate more than he actually did. Gumshoe is gonna kill me. How is he even going to afford those instant noodles, now?

His train of thought was interrupted abruptly when Edgeworth stood up from the table.

"It's getting late. I should probably go. Thanks for the meal, Detective." Phoenix looked at him in disbelief. It's only 7 o'clock. It's not even close to Pearls' bedtime yet!

"No problem, sir!"

Edgeworth took a few steps away from the table. He stopped to glance at the others and bowed his head, excusing himself. He started walking away again, towards the exit.

Phoenix was still staring at him, dumbfounded. He didn't understand Edgeworth's behavior. Why does he always have to do that? He thought. He barely says anything all night, and then he leaves without a word. And he seemed to be in a good mood after the trial, too. What happened?... He really helped me out a lot with this case. I couldn't have done it without him... Shouldn't he be happy everything turned out okay? I mean, at least he didn't risk his job for nothing. It's kinda like his victory too, right?... Dammit, Edgeworth! Why can't you be happy and celebrate for once?

Phoenix finally snapped out of it and realized he had been staring at the door for a while now. That's it. I can't let him leave like this again. He stood up and started walking quickly towards the door.

"Nick! Wait! Where are you going?" Maya went to stand up, but Franziska immediately grabbed her by the sleeve and brought her back down.

"Let him go," she said simply. "I think our little brothers need to talk."

As confused as she was, Maya smiled at that remark. She always thought it was funny that Franziska called Edgeworth her little brother, despite him being actually seven years older than her. But what she was smiling about was the idea of Nick being her little brother. He'd probably get mad if she started calling him that too. She couldn't help but wonder how he would react. It was definitely worth a try. She giggled at the thought.

Outside, Phoenix was running towards the parking lot. I hope he's not gone yet. He turned the corner of the building and saw Edgeworth standing next to his car. Oh, thank god.

"Edgeworth!" Phoenix shouted, now walking at a more reasonable pace, relieved he made it in time. Edgeworth watched him as he walked up to the car.

"What is it, Wright?"

"Where are you going?" Phoenix asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

Edgeworth raised an eyebrow at him. "To my office. Why?"

Phoenix looked puzzled. "At this time of nigh-- Wait... You still have your office here?"

Edgeworth rolled his eyes. "Of course. Just because I've been traveling abroad doesn't mean I don't need my office anymore. It's not like I wasn't planning on coming back."

That's not funny, Phoenix thought. I know you didn't mean it like that, but... Phoenix sighed loudly.

"Anyways... What are you going there for at this time? We were supposed to have fun tonight. And then you just up and leave like that to go to your office? Can't this wait till tomorrow? What could be so important that you can't stay and have fun with your friends for once?" Phoenix tried to calm down a bit. He was getting pretty worked up over this, and had raised his voice a little more than he intended to.

Edgeworth stared at him for a moment, obviously at a loss for words. He finally looked away, grabbing his left arm with his other hand. Phoenix knew what that meant. He had caught Edgeworth off-guard and now he felt vulnerable.

"Well?" Phoenix asked, slowly losing his patience.

"Fine. I'll explain. But not here," Edgeworth finally replied. "Get in the car." He unlocked the doors and they both slid into their seats. The shiny red car headed out of the parking lot, in the direction of the prosecutor's office.


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The car ride was completely silent. Edgeworth seemed uncomfortable enough already, so Phoenix didn't insist. All he could think about was what the other man had to say. I hope he's not too mad at me for forcing it out of him... Oh well... I have to know what's going on.

Edgeworth finally stopped the car. He got out, followed by Phoenix, and they walked silently towards the building. When they finally entered, Phoenix felt a bit uneasy. The prosecutor's office wasn't exactly his favorite place to be, especially since he had gotten so famous and everyone there knew who he was. But thankfully, there was barely anyone left at this hour, so he didn't get too many looks.

They took the elevator up to Edgeworth's office. Even though they had been quiet for a while now, being alone in the elevator only added to the awkwardness. Phoenix avoided looking directly at Edgeworth. He took a quick glance at him from the corner of his eye and noticed Edgeworth was still looking away from him. This is not good, he thought. Is he really gonna be willing to talk once we get to his office? The tension was getting pretty hard to handle. Damn. Why does his office have to be on such a high floor?

They finally reached the 12th floor. At last! Phoenix was more than happy to get out of there. Then he remembered Edgeworth wasn't a big fan of elevators either. He almost felt bad for complaining in his head.

He followed Edgeworth down the hall and they eventually reached his office. Edgeworth took his keys out and unlocked the door to let them in. Phoenix crossed the room and stopped in front of the desk, leaning against it. He watched Edgeworth as he closed the door behind him.

As he turned around, Edgeworth noticed Phoenix sitting on the edge of his desk. He crossed his arms and let out a sigh. He hated people touching his stuff, but now wasn't the time for this. As annoyed as he was, he decided to let it go.

"Wright... I don't know where to start." Edgeworth looked down at the floor.

I knew he'd say something like that, Phoenix thought. Edgeworth was still staring at the floor, apparently not willing to talk. I better say something...

"Oh, it's okay. I have all night." Phoenix said in a very serious tone.

Edgeworth lowered his left arm, his right hand still holding tightly onto it, and turned his head to the side. "Maybe this was a bad idea after all..." Here we go again...

"Look, Edgeworth. I know you have a hard time expressing yourself, but I've had more than enough of that stupid silent treatment. You said you'd talk, and made me come all the way here. So talk."

Edgeworth sighed loudly. He didn't really have a choice, did he?

"Can I ask you a question?"

Phoenix gave him a puzzled look. "Sure." I don't know where he's going with this, but at least he's saying something.

"How did you really feel when I disappeared, two years ago?" Edgeworth was still looking away, not comfortable with his own question.

Phoenix looked at him in disbelief. He had already explained it to him a million times, but apparently Edgeworth wasn't listening. He snorted.

"Honestly? When I saw that stupid suicide note you left, I felt like choosing death myself. I knew you weren't really dead, but I felt like the Miles Edgeworth I always knew was. I never felt so betrayed in my entire life. After I defended you in court, I told you the only reason I became a defense attorney was so I could help you. I knew the whole demon prosecutor image wasn't the real you, and I wanted to find out what happened. And when I finally uncovered the truth about the whole thing, I was so happy to know I was right all along. You were still the same Edgeworth I always believed in. And all I wanted was for you to start trusting in yourself again. I wanted you to trust me like I trusted you. And just when I thought things were getting better, you disappeared on me. You hurt me. A lot."

Phoenix realized what he had just said. He must have sounded like an idiot. Whoa... I didn't mean to get so emotional about it. At this moment, he half wished Edgeworth wasn't listening. But apparently he was, cause he was now staring at him, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Did I really... hurt you that much?"

Now it was Phoenix's turn to feel awkward. This is getting weird... He evaded the question.

"What about you, Edgeworth? Why did you really leave? And don't give me that 'finding the true meaning of a prosecutor' crap. I already know about that. And you know as well as I do that's not the only reason. I came across the same situation last year during Engarde's trial, and I didn't run away because of it."

"That's... what I've been wanting to tell you." Edgeworth looked away again. But this time he seemed willing to continue. Finally, we're getting somewhere.

"Actually, I already told you the truth. Because of you, I was saddled with unnecessary feelings. So I left until I was able to understand them."

Phoenix brought his palm to his face in discouragement. I thought he was finally going to say something I didn't know. So much for hoping...

"Edgeworth," he sighed. "I already knew that. You--"

"Wright. Let me finish, will you? I would appreciate if you didn't keep interrupting me from now on."

Phoenix rolled his eyes. "Sorry. Go on."

"As I was saying, I left so I could learn to deal with those feelings. I hated myself for it, but I felt like I couldn't face you until I did. And when I finally came back last year, I knew you would react the way you did. But I didn't blame you. The only one to blame was myself. But maybe if you knew the truth, you wouldn't have had so much hatred towards me then."

Phoenix stared at Edgeworth for a moment. He was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Edgeworth was now looking directly at Phoenix. He seemed to have gathered some confidence somehow.

"I didn't actually..." He paused. "Disappear."

What?

"This whole year, I kept in touch with Detective Gumshoe. I was worried about you, and I kept asking him to help you with your investigations. It was my way to redeem myself for leaving. And then I realized... The simple fact that I kept in touch... It could only mean I already understood all those feelings I was struggling with."

Phoenix couldn't believe his ears. So he was worried about me all along? He didn't leave for his own selfish reasons? He got off the desk and took a step forward.

"You could have told me before, you know?"

Edgeworth looked away again. "I was afraid you'd be mad at me for not keeping in touch with you directly."

... Now that you mention it...

"Well..." Phoenix took a deep breath. "Like I said, I knew you were alive all along. So I was pissed you didn't keep in touch with me in the first place. So what difference does it make? It would already have been better to know you actually cared. You didn't have to wait another year to tell me this." He crossed his arms. "But if you really wanna know, yes, I'm pretty mad that you would keep in touch with someone else behind my back. I guess you really didn't trust me, after all."

"Forgive me... But you got it all wrong. I already told you. I couldn't face you until I could deal with my own feelings."

"Dammit, Edgeworth!" Phoenix was losing his patience. "Can you cut it out with all the 'feelings' talk already? I don't even know what you're talking about anymore! You try to convince me you cared all this time by telling me you were actually keeping in touch with someone else while I was worried sick about you? You know what that is? A contradiction. A fucking contradiction!" At this point, Phoenix was practically yelling at the top of his lungs. He shook his head. "I don't understand you! What are you trying to say?... And what does all of this have to do with you leaving the restaurant earlier?"

Phoenix looked down at his feet and tried to regain his composure. He didn't mean to yell, but the whole issue had really gotten under his skin. He looked up at Edgeworth again.

"You know what? Maybe you were right. Maybe this was a bad idea after all."

He went to leave, but Edgeworth grabbed his wrist before he could reach the door.

"Don't go."

Phoenix protested, but Edgeworth wouldn't let go of his wrist.

"Please. Sit down and I'll explain everything."

Phoenix let out a huge sigh and nodded. Edgeworth let go of him. Phoenix walked past him again and made his way to the couch. He let himself fall down on it, to show his discontentment. I should have just left...


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Edgeworth just stood there a moment, gathering his thoughts. He was hoping Phoenix would have caught on already. It would have made things so much easier. But of course, he couldn't expect him to understand what he himself had so much trouble understanding before, let alone read between the lines. He looked at Phoenix, who was now staring at him, arms crossed. Edgeworth felt a little uncomfortable. He walked up to the couch and sat down on the other end, so he wouldn't have to endure Phoenix's gaze.

"When Larry called me, three days ago, and told me your life was in danger, I panicked. I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you while I was gone, so I had to come back right away to make sure you were okay, and to see what I could do to help." He took a deep breath. "When I learned you only had a cold and would be fine, I was so relieved... But I still felt guilty for not being there, so I decided I would help you, no matter what."

Phoenix blinked, then looked over at Edgeworth. "It wasn't your fault, though. You had a good reason to be out of the country this time. But thank god you came back. If you didn't, I couldn't have taken the case, and who knows what would have happened to Maya. You were the only one I could trust with this."

Edgeworth lowered his eyes. "It's funny you would say that, seeing how useless I was."

Phoenix raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Edgeworth stood up, and took a few steps towards the window. He stopped and let out a big sigh, before lowering his head again. Phoenix could only see his back, but he could picture the expression on his face.

"I let that girl escape... I stupidly passed out and almost screwed everything up. I'm useless."

"Aww, come on! Don't bring that up again! I already told you it wasn't your fault."

Edgeworth sighed again. "You're wrong. It is my fault. After all these years, I should be able to handle a stupid earthquake. If only I wasn't so weak..." He brought his hands to his face, desperately trying to remain calm. He didn't want to break down in front of Phoenix.

"Are you okay?" Phoenix asked, a bit worried.

No response. Edgeworth... Phoenix stood up and walked up to Edgeworth, who was now shaking a little. He put his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"It's okay, Edgeworth. Don't worry about it."

Edgeworth turned around abruptly. His eyes were red and some tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"No, it's not okay, Wright! You don't understand! You have no idea what I have to go through everytime this happens! I usually don't think too much of it, because I know it's just something I have to deal with, but this time, I really let you down! If only I could have controlled myself just this once, I--"

Edgeworth flinched. Phoenix was now hugging him tightly, his chin resting on his left shoulder.

"It's okay, Edgeworth," he repeated softly. "I understand."

Edgeworth was a bit hesitant at first, but he finally gave in and rested his forehead on Phoenix's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. They stayed like this for a while, Edgeworth slowly regaining his composure.

When they finally let go of each other, Edgeworth felt awful for bringing up that subject again. Why couldn't he let it go? He knew Phoenix didn't hold it against him in the first place, as he had told him many times the day before, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about it. And now his stupid inability to deal with his own problems had led him to lose his cool again, and in front of Phoenix, of all people. But as bad as he felt, he had wasted enough time already. He took in a deep breath and decided to get back to the point.

"You know..." He looked directly into Phoenix's eyes, now that they were only a few inches apart. "There's only one reason I accepted to help you with the case."

"What's that?" Phoenix asked.

Edgeworth was silent a moment, but he didn't look away. "I wanted you... to be happy."

Phoenix flinched. Wait... What? He didn't know what to respond.

"But I couldn't help but wonder," Edgeworth continued. "Did you..." He lowered his eyes a moment, then looked at Phoenix again. "Did you miss me when I was gone?"

Phoenix blushed a little. This is getting weird again... Why does he keep asking all these questions? He cleared his throat.

"Hum..." He looked down. They were way too close and he was getting uncomfortable. "I guess so... But at least you kept in touch this time. It's not like you disappeared again."

There was a long silence. Phoenix was still looking at the floor, trying to figure out the meaning of the question. Why would he ask something like that? He pondered. Then he remembered Edgeworth was only there because of the incident. He looked up at Edgeworth again, his eyes filled with what appeared to be sadness.

"When are you going back?"

Edgeworth was surprised to see the look on Phoenix's face. Did he really miss him that much?

"It depends..." He paused. "Will you be sad if I leave again?"

Phoenix shook his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What are you talking about? It doesn't matter how I feel. You're only doing your job. And studying foreign judicial systems will only make you a better prosecutor."

Edgeworth stared at him for a moment. No matter how hard Phoenix tried to hide it, that look in his eyes couldn't fool anyone. Phoenix didn't want him to leave, and Edgeworth knew it.

"Your happiness is more important."

Without thinking, Phoenix threw his arms around Edgeworth again, holding him even tighter than before. That surprised Edgeworth a bit. He had expected him to argue some more, but apparently he had given up. Edgeworth raised his arms and wrapped them around Phoenix's shoulders. He smiled to himself. Phoenix really did want him to stay.

Phoenix was lost in thought. So that's it? He's not leaving?... Is it really okay for me to let him stay? I really don't want him to leave, but... Am I being selfish?... I know his job is really important to him. I don't want him to throw everything away because I don't want him to leave... Why would he base such an important decision on me? I don't get it...

Phoenix lifted his chin off Edgeworth's shoulder and slowly pulled away. He let go of him and looked him in the eyes again. Edgeworth's hands were now resting on his shoulders. Maybe I should just let him leave. It wouldn't be fair to him if he stayed because of me.

"Edgeworth... I--"

Phoenix didn't get a chance to continue. Edgeworth grabbed the back of his head with his right hand and pulled him into a kiss. Phoenix's eyes widened in shock. What's going on!? As confused as he was, he didn't feel the urge to push the other man away. Am I... okay with this? Phoenix surprised himself as he started to kiss back. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Edgeworth's neck. What's happening to me? The hand at the back of his head was now sinking into his hair, fingers running through it gently. Phoenix shivered. He hadn't felt this good in ages. What is this I'm feeling? He deepened the kiss. At this point, he didn't care how weird the situation was. All he knew was he didn't want this to end. Is this why I want him to stay? Am I...

Edgeworth finally broke the kiss. They were both out of breath and panting heavily. Phoenix's face was flushed. He was still a bit confused but he couldn't care less.

"Edgeworth..."

Phoenix looked at him and realized he was gazing into the distance. All of a sudden, Edgeworth let go of him. He turned around and took a few more steps towards the window. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Phoenix was baffled. He didn't know what to think anymore. He needed to calm down. He took a few steps back and leaned against the desk again.

"I know you still have feelings for that girl."

What? Is he talking about Iris? Why the hell is he bringing her up now?

Edgeworth sighed loudly. "I'm such a hypocrite, aren't I?" He chuckled. "I tell you all I want is for you to be happy, and then I put my own stupid feelings first and do something like that."

He turned around to face Phoenix. "There's something you need to know." He looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then looked at Phoenix again. "Before I accepted to defend Iris in court, I made a deal with her. I told her I would only take her case if she told you her secret afterwards. I didn't know what the secret was at the time, but I knew it had something to do with you, so I wanted her to tell you so you would stop suffering. But at the same time, I was afraid of what her secret might be." He sighed. "Turned out I was right."

Phoenix was staring at him, still trying to piece everything together.

Edgeworth turned away again, unable to face Phoenix any longer.

"So you wanted to know why I left the restaurant earlier? I was disgusted with myself, that's why. I couldn't accept the fact that you liked someone else, while I was still stuck with all those useless feelings. I'm sorry I'm so selfish."

Phoenix blinked. It was a lot of information to take in all at once. So all this talk about unnecessary feelings... All this time...

He stood up and walked up behind Edgeworth, who was looking at the floor. He wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in his back.

"Oh, Edgeworth... It's so like you to say something like that." Phoenix smiled against Edgeworth's coat. "You take a jet back here to make sure I'm okay, you risk your job to help me with a case you have nothing to do with, you decide to give up on your studies because you want me to be happy, and then you say you're selfish?" He chuckled a bit. "Miles Edgeworth, you're anything but selfish."

Edgeworth put his hands over Phoenix's. "I still want you to be happy. I couldn't forgive myself if I prevented you from being with the one you love."

Phoenix smiled again. "Well, you didn't push me away yet, so I guess it's a good sign."

Edgeworth gasped, lifting his head up. "What?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Miles."

Edgeworth's eyes widened. He turned around, Phoenix's hands still clenched around his waist. He looked at Phoenix, who was smiling at him softly.

"It's okay, Miles, to put yourself first sometimes."

Edgeworth brought his hand up to Phoenix's face and gently stroked his cheek. Phoenix blushed a little, which made Edgeworth smile. Edgeworth leaned in and kissed him again, resting his other hand at the base of Phoenix's neck. He had no intention of letting him go anytime soon, but he no longer felt selfish about it.



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Last edited by Shiva on Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:47 am, edited 5 times in total.

Awww! I like it! It's sweet, and you really feel for poor Edgeworth until Phoenix tells him he feels the same.

Though, there were a few lines of Edgeworth's that kinda threw me.



That's the big one. I bolded the part that threw me. I can't see Edgeworth using "totally freaked out," and it nearly tossed me out of the story. "Completely panicked" sounds a bit more like him.

Otherwise, incredibly awesome story!

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Thank you for pointing that out ^^
I actually thought it sounded weird too, but I was tired when I finished it and I'm still not done fixing some of the wording. I think I'm gonna change it now.
If there's anything else, please tell :)
I love constructive feedback.

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Aww :) Bless 'em :) Hum, as to feedback, well, bearing in mind I'm hardly Emily Bronte myself, let's see ...

It did move a tad fast for me in general but then I tend to think of trying to get anything personal out of Edgeworth as being akin to pulling teeth but that may be unfairly based on a particularly frustrating person from my past that I use as a point of reference:) But I know how tricky it is to try and get what you're trying to say into a short story without moving things along to a degree.

I think maybe you could draw a bit more emotion out of it without going over the top. Because you are dealing with just the two of them, in a room, having a cross-purposes conversation to a degree, I think you can afford to dwell a bit more on their specific feelings and thoughts. It's fairly clear from GS3 that both of them are constant thinkers and you could probably play that to your advantage.

eg. "When they finally let go of each other, Edgeworth felt a bit bad for bringing up that subject." I would be inclined to be less abrupt than "a bit bad". There's one or two other bits where you could have gone to town a bit on their internal monologues too and maybe have them gradually realising what the other is thinking.

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Hmm... I know what you mean. I actually changed it a few times already and I'm still trying to come up with a better phrasing ^^;; That's why I like getting feedback. It usually confirms what I thought should be changed.

And about the internal monologue, I might add a bit more here and there. I got kinda lazy at some point I guess and realized a few hours later I hadn't put any in a few paragraphs XD Then I went back and added some in. Also, I tried writing this a bit more from Phoenix's POV, cause getting inside Edgeworth's head can be a bit scary XD I didn't wanna risk it.

Oh and by the way, english is actually my second language, so if you think some of the phrasing is weird or doesn't make sense, don't be afraid to tell me ^^;; I'm gonna work on the fic more later, but for now I need some sleep bad. So keep the feedback coming :)

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If English isn't your first language then I'd say WOW, frankly! You speak it better than me I think!

(I like getting into Edgeworth's head actually but I think I must be a sick puppy)!

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There I changed it a bit. It used to be:



And I changed it for:



Is that better? ^^;;

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I really enjoyed this since I'm a huge Phoenix/Edgeworth fan myself! You did a good job with their characters, and the story was written well! I hope to see more from you! :)

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I reread this at work, and WOW! I love the changes! The flow is much, much better.

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Yeah that reads so much better to me :) One minor thing though - you're using "incapacity" a bit oddly there and might consider changing it to And now his stupid inability to deal with his own problems". I think that's just a translation thing.

I've just had about 10 people working on trasnslating ONE LINE of French for me just to get the exact meaning I want so I am knocked out that you can write in two languages. Respect.

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Ooh that's the word I was looking for! Thank you :) I knew incapacity sounded weird but I only had the word "incapacité" (french) in mind and I guess I translated it directly by mistake. I'm changing it right now. And I don't know what you needed translated that took 10 people, but if you ever need something translated from French, you can ask me anytime ^^;;

Back to the fic, I think I might add to the last few lines, especially the last paragraph, cause it still sounds a bit plain to me. It's like you can see I was getting tired near the end XD

Oh and thank you SpinnyRoses and Syrus for the comments :)

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