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My mom says I need to stop drawing and focus more on my schoolwork.

Meeting Bill Cipher

A Second Chance?  (Miles Edgeworth x Detective!reader) -some angst at the beginning, but a nice ending- Miles Edgeworth was a relatively lonely kid. He was considered a loner by some, and by others they thought he was a bit stuck up. After all, his father was a famous defense attorney, and his family therefore was rather wealthy. However, this didn’t mean that he actually was the way the rumors depicted him to be.  He had some friends, three to be exact. Larry Butz, Phoenix Wright, and a girl named (Y/n) (L/n). Together they were the signal samurai, and had corresponding key chains to prove their friendship. They would constantly hang out together and they seemed like quite the group, but they were happy... at least, some of them were. Miles had a crush on (Y/n), however hard he tried he couldn’t get rid of it, and everyday it seemed like she just got closer and closer to him. ‘Why can’t I just tell her?’ he thought one say, heading home from school.  His father knew that his son liked someone, and had gotten a description of the girl from his flustered and embarrassed child, but he had never met her before. He had met Miles’s male companions, but never the girl who captured his young heart. “ Over dinner, Gregory Edgeworth asked his son about school. “It was fun, I suppose. Phoenix, Larry, (Y/n) and I played on the jungle-gym and Larry fell off.”  “My goodness! Was he okay?” “Yes, he was fine. He laughed it off but he was bleeding. (Y/n) gave him a bandage for it. She’s so prepared for almost anything.” Gregory watched his son’s face flush red and a small smile creep up onto his face. “You really do like this (Y/n) quite a lot, don’t you, my boy?”  Miles nearly choked on his drink. “F-father! She’s just a friend, nothing else!” Gregory smiled, “That blush on your face says otherwise.”  ‘Curse his sharp observation skills.’ Thought Miles, his blush growing. “So what if I like her? It doesn’t mean that she’ll possess the same feelings I do.”  “You’ll never know unless you tell her. Plus, you two are friends, I doubt it will change anything if she doesn’t.” That quote would stay with Miles, haunting him for many years. The next day, after school, (Y/n) decided to walk with him after school back home. They lived relatively close to each other, so it wasn’t uncommon to see them leaving school together. ‘She’s so close..’ Thought the young Edgeworth, and his father’s words and he decided now was a better time than never. Oh, but how life can play such cruel tricks.  “(Y/n) I have something to tell you.” “Hm? What is it Miles?” “I lo-” Just then two teenage boys walked over to them and shoved the two children away. “Beat it losers.” Said one of the older boys, the other chuckling as Miles hit his head on the iron gate behind him and fell down onto the pavement. Miles’s head hurt so much. A headache to be sure, but also frustration toward the teenagers.  “Meanies! Shove off you big bullies!” (Y/n) yelled at the older boys and tuned to help Miles up. “Are you okay?” She held her hand out to her fallen friend. This, of course, flared up Miles’ anger, due to the pain of his headache and the humiliation of being pushed around right in front of his crush and having her defend him like he was a damsel in distress. He slapped her hand away and glared at her. “I’m fine, shut up won’t you? Gosh you’re so annoying! Just leave me alone!”  He realized what he said the moment he looked her in the eyes. There were unshed tears threatening to fall. “O-oh... I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Bye.” As Miles reached out to grab her hand and make her stay, she ran from him, leaving him alone on the sidewalk. That night, he couldn’t sleep a wink. The next day at school, he tried to speak to (Y/n) but she did everything in her power to avoid him. It was killing Miles slowly and Larry and Phoenix could see that something happened. The moment that Miles got close to (Y/n), she would leave. They got concerned for their friends, especially since they knew a certain girl’s secret. Phoenix was the one to ask (Y/n) about

what was going on and she told him about what happened. “It doesn’t help that I’m moving away tomorrow.. I was kinda hoping I could confess to him by then, but I guess that’ll never happen.”  That day (Y/n), Phoenix, and Larry walked to (Y/n)’s house to say their last goodbyes, and by the next morning, (Y/n)’s family was gone. When Miles came to school, a few flowers in his backpack for (Y/n), he noticed something weird. She wasn’t there. When he asked the teacher where she was, his heart nearly stopped. “Sh-she moved away?” Miles was crushed. He had broken (Y/n)’s heart, as Larry had told him the previous day, and now he would never be able to make things right. (Y/n) (L/n), the girl he had been pining for, was gone and he’d probably never see her again. --Time Skip-- It had been almost 15 years since that fateful day when (Y/n) moved away, and to this day, Miles still regretted what he did. At that current moment, however, he had been called in to check out a murder case. His bright red sports car parked in the drive way and he walked into the house. Detective Gumshoe was already in the house, outside of the crime scene.  "Good morning, Detective. What do we have for today?"  "Ah! Mr. Edgeworth, Sir! I'm actually waiting for my new partner to arrive. My niece just got out of training and is a full fledged detective now. She's gonna join me on this case, sir." Miles was surprised. "You never told me you had a niece, much less siblings. Congratulations on your new partner. What's her name?"  "Her name's (Y/n). Come to think of it, she's actually your age, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir." Miles's heart sped up a little. 'Did he say (Y/n)?' Just then, both of them heard the front door to the house open, and footsteps coming closer.  "Uncle Gumshoe.. er, sir. I'm sorry I'm a little late, I got caught in some traffic."  Miles looked toward the voice and his eyes began to widen. She had grown older and taller, but he'd recognize her anywhere. "It's no problem, (Y/n). Oh, before you go in, I want you to meet someone! This is Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. He's been assigned to this case as well." At the mention of the name, (Y/n) looked toward Miles for the first time in almost 15 years. She seemed shocked to see him. "Oh. Umm. Hello, Mr. Edgeworth. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while, hasn't it? It's an honor to be working with you."  'Mr. Edgeworth?' He thought, not liking how it sounded coming from her. "Hold the phone, you two have met before?" Her uncle said, looking a little surprised. (Y/n) nodded.  "We spent a few years of school together. Anyway, we should get to work." Miles could not believe his luck. Almost 15 years, and the universe has given him another chance. 'But does she still feel the way she did when we were kids?' He wondered, entering the crime scene. "The victim is a rich 32 year old man named Mr. Daniel Myres. He was stabbed to death with a sharp object." Read Detective Gumshoe from the autopsy report, giving it to Miles. The body was gone from the room, the chalk outline being left behind. There was blood on the floor, slightly dried, but not entirely. "There's multiple things wrong with this room." Said (Y/n), squatting down to get a better look at a pile of glass by the window. Miles nodded, "Detective Gumshoe, do we have any potential weapons in police possession?" "Yes sir. There was a butchers knife found in the victim's back with his blood on it. Not only that, but aparently, the victim's neighbor, Kenny Longoth, is the prime suspect in the murder because the victim's wife claims she saw him kill her husband." "Was there any fingerprints found on the knife for proof?" Asked (Y/n), putting some gloves on and looking toward the window where the supposed killer entered. "Yes, the victim's and wife's fingerprints were on it, but that's it. So the Mr. Kenny probably used gloves." Miles looked around the room and heard a soft laugh. Turned around, he saw (Y/n) looking out of the broken window. "I don't think the accused is the one who killed the victim. I

believe that our supposed eye witnesses might have killed her husband. There's glass from the window outside on the ground meaning that the glass was broken from the inside. Have someone take a pictures of that as proof of evidence. Someone should probably also check the kitchen. I think a butchers knife should be missing." A police officer went outside to take a picture and check the kitchen while Detective Gumshoe had to leave the room to make a phone call. Miles decided now was as good a time as any to finally talk to her. "It seems life has served you well?" He said, looking around for any decisive evidence. "I suppose." She replied, continuing her own search. "How about you? I thought you wanted to be a defense attorney like your father." "Well.. Life had different plans for me. I thought you wanted to be an artist?" She smirked and looked toward Miles. "I guess Life had different plans for me." The prosecutor blushed slightly and smiled at her. "Mr. Edgeworth, how are Phoenix and La-" "Miles." (Y/n) looked back at him in confusion. "What?" "You can call me Miles. You know that. We're friends." 'Ah, yes, there's that familiar sting.' (Y/n) looked away. "I thought you wanted me to stay away from you." Miles frowned, "I know I said that.. but I was only because I was embarrassed. I just got pushed around in front of you and then you tried to help me. I thought you would think I was weak and my head hurt so I snapped at you. Then you moved away and I... I never got to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt you.. I wanted to tell you how much you meant to me." There was a soft silence in the room and nobody said a word. Miles felt his heart sink. "I- forget I said anything. I'm sorry." "No, don't apologize. I'm sorry too. I made you think I hated you or something like that. I forgave you a long time ago, Miles. It wasn't fair of me as well to leave so suddenly and not say goodbye to you." Edgeworth blushed at the mention of his name, and she continued. "How did you feel about me back then?" "I... I loved you. I was quite attracted to you and wanted to tell you, but those highschoolers interrupted me." (Y/n) looked at him in shock, a bright red blush growing on her face. "Y-you loved me??" Miles blushed even harder now and he heard his father's words. "You'll never know unless you tell her." "I'd be lying if I didn't still feel attracted to you." There was a warmth in his chest as he looked at her smiling face. "How about we talk more about this over coffee? Tomorrow morning before the trial?" "I'd love to." Just then, Detective Gumshoe came back and explained the situation. Mrs. Myres was under arrest and was going to be present at the trial the next day. The sun was high in the sky when the two detectives and the prosecutor exited the building. Lots had been learned and for two of them, feelings that both of them thought were lost were rekindled, burning brighter than ever. "See you tomorrow, Miles!" (Y/n) called out, the corresponding male looking back at her and smiling, waving to her before entering his car. 'I've gotten a second chance. I'm not about to screw this one up too.'

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