changing my major. @turnaboutsister
changing my major.

It might have seemed like a weird time for a break, but it's not like Phoenix was complaining, that just meant he could relax for once and catch up on some sleep.

Resting his feet on his desk, Phoenix tried to read the script he was supposed to be analyzing for his “existentialism in theatre” class. Words seemed to blur together as Phoenix tried to read this character talking about mirrors.

Ugh, okay there was no way I'll be able to focus on this right now, he thought, flinging his book on his desk, letting it camouflage into the mess in front of him. Papers lazily thrown on top of each other, a yearbook, candy and chip wrappers, photographs from when he was a kid, and now, some boring, French play about people in Hell.

Ugh, okay there was no way I'll be able to focus on this right now, he thought, flinging his book on his desk, letting it camouflage into the mess in front of him. Papers lazily thrown on top of each other, a yearbook, candy and chip wrappers, photographs from when he was a kid, and now, some boring, French play about people in Hell.

Phoenix yawned and stretched, his mother should be home soon, and that meant he could eat something besides instant noodles for once.

As if on cue, he heard the lock in the front door click before she entered. “Phoenix! Come, quickly!”

Uh oh, her voice was muffled through the walls, but he could detect a bit of urgency in her voice. “Yeah…?” He stood up, realizing how badly he needed to, he must've been sitting there for what, three hours?

Cracking his neck, Phoenix walked into the kitchen to meet his mother, “what did-”

“Take that!” She thrust several sheets of paper into his face, causing him to blink rapidly before he was able to register that it was the newspaper.

“The news? What, did something happ-” his voice faltered as he stared at the headline and accompanying photograph. His head shot up to look at his mother’s expectant face, she simply nodded.

Phoenix’s throat felt dry as he read aloud “‘Up and Coming Prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth, Wins in a Landslide Victory!’ PROSECUTOR?!” Although Phoenix didn't know much about law practice, he knew that was the opposite of what Edgeworth always said he wanted to be.

Phoenix stood there for what felt like an eternity, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. His eyes scanned the article before he decided to get a better look at his childhood friend.

Edgeworth’s hair looked the same as it did when he was younger, and he wore some ridiculous pink suit with frills and embroidery on the lapels of his suit. His outfit in the picture was almost comical, and Phoenix was sure he would've laughed, if he didn't look so… sad. Edgeworth looked downcast in the photo, standing next to an older man in similar clothes (Phoenix wasn’t sure if this man was a human being, or some evil vampire). His gray eyes that used to sparkle and shine whenever he talked about his father and being a lawyer were dull and lifeless, and his face was twisted into a scowl. The caption below the picture said “Prosecutor Manfred Von Karma and his protégée, Miles Edgeworth.”

Phoenix sat down in the kitchen slowly, allowing this information to sink in. His mind whirled with questions about Edgeworth, “where has he been for the past 11 years? What’s happened to him since then? Why did he give up his dream of being a defense attorney? Where’s his fath-?”

Phoenix felt something on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see his mother handing him the phone, “Well?” she asked, brow quirked, “are you going to sit there and ogle at the article, or are you going to do something?”

“Mom, I don't even have his nu-” a sudden realization hit him as she shoot him a knowing look. He knew what he had to do now.

He stood back up and grabbed the phone and a pair of scissors, the article clutched tightly in his other hand.

“Hello? This is Phoenix Wright, I’d like to change my-oh, right, my ID is…”


“Pro bono… that's when something's forbidden by law, right? No wait, that's not…” Phoenix groaned alone in his dorm room, studying for this stupid bar exam. His eyes glossed over the law textbook, vision blurry from trying to study late at night.

He yawned and stretched, tears escaping from the corner of his tired eyes. He looked over towards the clock on his desk, groaning again as he saw that it was nearly 1 in the morning.

“Ugh… I’m never going to pass this stupid test…” he looked over on his desk, this one was nearly as messy as this his one at home by now, except for a small corner of his desk, with two pictures framed side by side. His eyes softened as he picked up the one on the left, a small sense of nostalgia bubbling to the surface.

He yawned and stretched, tears escaping from the corner of his tired eyes. He looked over towards the clock on his desk, groaning again as he saw that it was nearly 1 in the morning.

Phoenix sighed and placed the happy memory back in its place, next to the unhappy present. “... but I have to, I have to save him.”

He sat down again and looked at his laptop, it had certainly seen better days, he thought, opening up his email. An eyebrow shot up when he noticed that he'd received a message only a couple of minutes ago, from the woman who defended him back when his evil ex framed him for murder.

Make sure you get some rest, Phoenix Wright. If I’m correct, you should be taking the bar exam soon, and you definitely won't pass if you stay up all night studying, trust me.

-Mia Fey.

Phoenix blinked in surprise and quickly typed out a response, How'd you know I was still studying? -P.W.

He waited a moment to see if she'd reply, which she did in almost an instant.

Phoenix, it wasn't that long ago that I was in the same position as you, so I can understand the kind of stress you're under, even without the fact that you have someone you specifically want to help. Just take a deep breath, make sure you give yourself some breaks, eat healthy, and have a normal sleeping schedule. You're smart, Phoenix, I know you'll ace the bar exam, and once you do, I might just have a job opening at my agency with your name on it.

Phoenix's eyes opened wide, though he knew she couldn't see.

Are you serious? Thank you so much Mia! Okay, I’ll go to bed now, thanks again for the advice and the job offer!

Phoenix closed his laptop and yawned again, he shut his laptop and allowed himself another look at the photographs next to him. “Don't worry, Edgeworth, I’ll save you,” he promised the photograph, turning off the light.

As he climbed into bed, Phoenix was still thinking about his old friend. He thought about the two of them laughing together, catching up over a cup of coffee, watching a movie, hell, even just the two of them sharing a smile between each other would be enough for him.

He smiled, one last thought lingering in his mind as he drifted off…

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