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Through the Dark Turns and Noise (chapter one!)Topic%20Title

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Title: Dark Turns and Noise; Chapter One.
Author: yours truely ;)
Rating: i'd say it'll be pretty PG-16 throughout, mostly due to coarse language, I expect.
Genre: mystery perhaps, not entirely defined just yet.
Status: not complete!
Pairing: suggested (as for now) Miles and Phoenix
A/N there are various references to Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney I as well as II (Justice For All) just a heads up for everyone ;) i'm not sure where i'm going with this! but i figured i would post the words that i have scribbled so far. i have an idea where the plot is heading, but it's still on it's way to being developed

I: In The Glitter of the Dark


One misty, cool night in February - the twenty-third to be more precise, something was afoot. Suspicions in the form of soft wisps of wind that snuck just past the lock of the window, barely ajar, scraped along the underside of his strong jaw. Those slender fingers, strong and smooth connected to a map of skin which was his palm were seemingly different than what they seemed only nights before, and as his bright, wildly interested eyes scanned the crevices of his skin, all those creases were abnormally larger than they so seemed since his last brisk examination. Phoenix could clearly view his visage through the outer glass protection of his photo, petite with a frame of delicate flowers varying in selection tangled through the design of the thin outer rim and situated gingerly upon his desk. From as far back as he could remember, he was never so contemptuous towards anyone for any reason, but tonight with these questions wandering through his thoughts, he was left defenseless against the discomfort evident across his features. His eyes alone encapsulated a severe sense of distress while his fingers, quivering and unsteady, held his pen with a smudge of ink clearly bleeding into a puddle on the paper. With such an incredible sense of luck, and a great deal of supreme intellect gained from Mia in the past, Phoenix had become a well pronounced defense attorney with quite the reputation of his own. In contrast to his accomplished colleagues in this field, he had never stepped foot into the territory of forgery or withholding evidence of any value. Said succinctly, Phoenix Wright was a man of honesty and a crusader of truth. Standing behind his post in the courtroom, he possessed such vitality and a sort of glow about him due to his determination to reach the end of the road. Justice was a significant virtue in his life and had made a great deal of progress in his career as a man of law, meticulous with examinations and giving credit where credit is due. He, however, never did work alone and with the help of his allies, had only then reached the brutal chain of events which transpired in any certain case. With an immaculate reputation to work with, various clients came to him requesting his assistance and with a usually surprising investigational adventure, could prove his client to be innocent - that is, unless the blame did fall on their shoulders.


This particular picture which he was thoughtfully admiring was that taken in the previous case, a group of familiar faces before those double doors to enter the courtroom. Miles Edgeworth, stubborn as hell but still an old friend with an equal belief in justice -- to an extreme. Perhaps it was what kept their friendship intact and what an odd friendship it was. A constant battle of wits and a race to the finish, as to who would win the convincing vote of the judge, who in the end would be the bearer of bad news as to who would spend their life behind metal bars or walking about the streets, living out their life to the fullest. That strike of a gravel would ultimately determine which road they were to take, up or down all on the decision of one man’s shoulders. A easily mislead man, no less, which is why it was Phoenix’s job to sway his belief to a separate direction and he was damn good at what he did. Just fresh out of school, taking on some of the intense murder cases and having to endure what chaos plagued the world rather than what the average human of their mid-twenties.


Tonight was a night that irked Phoenix, and it was not entirely often that he received a perfect night’s sleep after the discovery of various murders, but on this night, the twenty-third of February, there was an eerie chill stealthily ascending his spine. Completely on edge, he wracked his brain for an answer, while that same vexatious bother, tainted through his expression, perplexed him further.


“What does this mean?” His voice rose to a dull whisper, nearly inaudible to even his own ears, “What could this possibly mean?” Countless pages of information laid out across the desk before him, pieces of a shattered puzzle left to be accurately fastened together once more and without a lead in site. In regards to previous cases and the sly tricks of various prosecutors he had encountered, he was fully aware that in order to reach the true, correct verdict was to investigate the matter, every last possiblity for doubt must be eliminated and an educated conjecture at the very least would be required to take residence in his mind. As he had learned very wisely, in order to reach your client the innocence, you must and absolutely must possess a full, genuine belief that they are innocent entirely. Lucky for Phoenix, that was rarely the issue, but however in this turn of events, the qualities of "small and defenseless" were engraved into his mind. Though he seemed a very confident young man and lawyer, studiously browsing over the information given to him though in every shadow of his face, there was a formidable terror that quite possibly this case would be his last. he felt fatigued by crime and as if he was spending the first years of his life stationed in a profession which would drag the life out of him faster than anything else. he loved justice, he loved that he was the man who brought out the true villian, he loved that he had been such an immense help to those who's cases he had taken so willingly. yet he felt something was missing, a void had began as an insideous possibility only a few years earlier and had branched out, sprouting into a monster that loomed over his shoulders everyday. he needed a break, and after he took the time to realize it, it made him question exactly what he wanted to do with his life. An attorney was an amazing profession and he had gained incredible benefits, including a multitude of new sorts of knowledge beyond just what lies in the rules of law. Once something is done, sometimes not even sorry can save you; if you push something too far, consequences of foolish actions will accompany them. Essentially, through his encounters with beneficial as well as detrimental characters -- and without any stretch of exaggeration were they entirely that -- in his career this far out, had forced those life lessons on him. They were not learned in how own eyes, but these extreme situations were set upon his shoulders with challenging questions to be answered by him. Some lacked solutions and that irked him, those few questions that someone somewhere could answer, but without the proper evidence, could not make that deduction on his own. That person could be the enemy or the ally, that he had to decide for his own, and whether said person was speaking entirely the truth or throwing in a few surplus verbs and nouns, or perhaps conveniently forgetting a few of those if they would even speak with him to begin with.


He was at a loss for words, his mind wandering from his case, to his personal life, to what he was going to do about these doubts. He couldn’t just live the way he was heading, with these same ugly fears that taunted him regardless of where he was. He was stuck, and as he gazed out to the roads which he could take, several or more along the way, the same uneasy scowl nailed itself to his lips. Full of insecurity and with a lack of understanding, he played a game of close your eyes and let your instincts lead you to your fate.
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