[Phoenix Wright] Ways to Remove Some Tension, written by Anita

Ways to Remove Some Tension
Author: Anita
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Characters: Franziska Von Karma / Phoenix Wright
Genre: het, romantic comedy
Rating: PG
Warnings: lots of fools.
Status: (if applied)
Summary: Miles dares Franziska to spend a week without her whip. The same week she would be stuck with Phoenix Wright at a foolish camp dedicated to mediation. Now, she’s so close to winning, tension has built up to the limit but she still needs to face the attorney. Will s/he survive it?
Notes: Story written for the Secret Coconut, a fic exchange promoted by the community Saint Seiya Super Fics Journal. The stuff related to Law is not accurate. In case you don't know what mediation is, check Wikipedia. But the camp and the cases presented here are not real, I don't have any idea how it would work in the game universe.


Disclaimer:

Phoenix Wright doesn’t belong to me, and I don’t get anything from it. Maybe not even your comment. Why do I still make these stories? Who knows… But I’ll keep hoping for the day you’ll comment *maniac wink*


  Franziska Von Karma wasn’t used to feeling the urge to whip someone. Perhaps, she had already felt it a couple of times but truth was that she didn’t have any special recollection. Thus, her hands itched beyond bearable when she had one more encounter with no one less than that fool of an attorney called Phoenix Wright.

  “Aren’t we supposed to be done already?” she asked the old man who was helping people in and out of her room.

  The man gave his clock a look that seemed to take forever only to shake his head. Again, sluggishly. “We still have fifteen minutes, ma’am.”

  ‘Man…’ Franziska thought as she watched Wright sit his client by the large table, of which she herself was head.

  From the same door – who were they fooling? That was a curtain at best –, came a puny guy who looked almost as foolish as the spiky-haired attorney.

  Well, fifteen minutes to go meant that it had to be the last mediation session at least. Not that she would stay for in case it weren’t.

  Twisting a piece of her clothes, she withheld the urge to whip the old guy, the clock, Phoenix Wright, the small guy, that irritating woman, Phoenix Wright, the table, Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright… Miles Edgeworth.

  “Miss Von Karma?” A very tall woman, who represented the part opposing Phoenix Wright, woke her up from her reverie.

  Oh, yes. Her too. Twice or three times.

  Dismissively, she turned her glance to the documents concerning that lawsuit.

  What could it be that Phoenix Wright stood right there? Part of her hoped for a murder but that tall woman and her expensive suit didn’t smell anything close to a prosecutor. Moreover, during that special camp, held in a week dedicated to mediation efforts, both Wright and Franziska had repeatedly had to deal with a plethora of cases that had nothing to do with their specialty, Criminal Law – or homicide, to be more precise.

  That other part of her just wanted their presence in the room – could she call that foolish tent a room? – to be some mistake so she could just wrap things up and go to her hotel room.

  The urge to whip Wright increased, making it difficult to properly read the case, which also increased the urge to whip Wright.

  But she had to be fair; the one to blame for it all was her little brother. How could he be a fool enough to dare to foolishly make such a foolish challenge? A week without her whip. And forbidden to use anything in its place!

  He had known, hadn’t he? That she was supposed to be at that foolish mediation camp during said foolish week. So had she. Moreover, Franziska suspected Miles had also been aware of Wright’s presence there. Perhaps, he had even requested Wright spy on her. Two foolish fools full of foolishness of a foolish dare. As if she would lose at anything.

  “Miss Von Karma!” the tall woman called her once more, aggravation filling her tone of voice.

  Whatever, Franziska thought. Mediation, just like all alternative dispute resolution forms, was a very foolish way to pretend a real trial wasn’t necessary. It was already the sixth day and all she had had to do was to sit there and watch people acting like the fools they were, crying, screaming, swearing at each other. In the end, they foolishly felt compelled to settle – after all that was a mediation camp, why go against that foolish amicable environment? – when it was clear the problem wasn’t solved at all.

  For example, the present case file stated it was a criminal suit for aggression, some minor offense that was so foolish, the charges could simply be dropped by the victim. The guy had probably beaten his wife whenever he was drunk. For the hundredth time. He would swear to her never to do it again and promise to pay for the damages, in addition to the alimony on an eventual divorce agreement. This because they would probably split. However, that foolish and feeble excuse for a woman would accept him back the next time they met. That was how mediation never worked. No one had the time to do it properly – much less during some mediation intensive week event –, and the parts always felt compelled to be the grown-ups.

  Franziska checked the papers once more, as her eyes spotted photos of what was supposed to be the weapon. She scowled at the small guy. A baseball bat?

  “You scum!” she immediately said. “No foolish man would live to have any foolish disputes with me if he even foolishly thought of hitting me with a bat!” She hit the papers with the palm of her hands and turned to the woman: “There’s no way you’re going to agree to anything here, foolish woman to be such a fool fooling around this sort of a foolish man! This foolish meeting is over.” Then, Franziska reached out for the forms she had to fill a report and grabbed her pen.

  Before she could even fill it in with her name, Wright interrupted her, speaking hurriedly: “Miss Von Karma, I believe you’ve got the order of events wrong.” Even though he was sitting, it seemed like he had taken a step farther even before finishing.

  What foolish nonsense was that fool saying? Ugh, the urge to whip them out of there…

  Franziska turned once again to the documents and verified the names of the parts. The plaintiff was a Mister Bifford Summoar, and the defendant, Misses Jade Summoar, his wife. Oh.

  “Now it makes more sense,” she declared, taking another look at the small Bifford.

  “No, it doesn’t!” Jade said exasperated. “That coward is only seeking some attention. And from what I can see, Biff’s already got lucky.” She glared at the attorney on her husband’s side. “Such a wuss!”

  “No, no.” Franziska gesticulated with her finger as she explained: “You’re the one I can’t get. What the hell were you doing with that fool? Were it me, he wouldn’t even have time to get me mad.”

  She heard a loud noise come from the plaintiff side; his lawyer had just hit the table with her hand. The woman’s eyes shook slightly in an effort to control herself as she requested: “Could you please not refer to my client in such a way? He was the victim of that insane woman and he has been repeatedly humiliated by her demeanor before mustering the courage to report her. But we are willing to make a deal, so they can just forget each other and go on with their lives”

  “Biff and you can take that deal and put it in…”

  Wright interrupted his exasperated client to directly speak to Franziska: “My client doesn’t acknowledge any of the charges, so we can’t settle for anything.”

  “Well, then this session is over anyway. As I said, it is foolish to foolishly negotiate with fools. Let’s just go home.” She picked her pen again and started writing her name.

  But the plaintiff’s lawyer objected:

  “It is not over yet! My client asks you reconsider, for he doesn’t want to be further humiliated having to stand before a court.”

  “That fool?” Franziska’s reaction was prompt, as she raised her eyebrows and pointed at Biff. “He’s used.”

  “What?” The lawyer looked back at her, a vein about to pop on the forehead. “And you are not behaving accordingly, Miss Von Karma. I’ll make sure to write a complaint.”

  Wright seemed to brace himself on the other side of the table, even before Franziska could react to the threat.

  In place of answering the other lawyer, she couldn’t resist commenting:  “Are waiting for a meteor, Phoenix Wright?”

  He really thought she would lose her little brother’s dare for some smug lady?

  “Um… I was just… Um… Hm…” Wright staggered. “Well…” He picked his papers and studied them with a frown. “I believe my opposing colleague is correct, Miss Von Karma. And the defense agrees with hearing their proposal.”

  Franziska sighed and crossed her legs before motioning for the bitc… the woman to speak what she wanted.

  As the lawyer presented her case, the prosecutor watched happen just what could be predicted: Wright refused the request for five food baskets per month in exchange for the drop of the charges.

  “Can we go home now?” Franziska asked.

  “Won’t you say anything!?” the plaintiff’s lawyer complained again. “You are supposed to mediate this, and not sit with the defense.”

  This time, Wright looked offended. “She’s not sitting with anyone, she’s simply ignoring due procedure. But it doesn’t change that we’re not willing accept to give you anything.”

  “That’s right!” exclaimed Jade. “He just wants my money. And after all the love and patience and dedication I gave to him these two years…”

  “Such a fool.” Franziska sighed. “That foolish wimp hasn’t spoken a single word for himself today. There’s no way she would survive two years without doing anything, she’d go crazy.” And she spoke from experience, feeling her hands itch as they instinctively looked for missing whip.

  The lawyer pointed at Wright and Jade. “They’re clearly lying. She humiliated my client, and now she’s acting like he’s delusional.”

  “For once, she’s right… You’ve had better clients,” Franziska said, looking at the defense attorney.

  “What do you mean by that?” Jade closed her fist, as though ready to assault her.

  The lawyer pointed in that direction to show her point had been proved.

  Wright spoke instead: “Miss Von Karma, could you please follow due procedure and close this meeting? This has become a big mess. Also, my client and I had nothing else to say.” But he recoiled soon after.

  A big mess? Due procedure? Was he trying to irritate her so she would have to whip him? His attempt was so…

  Franziska shook her finger negatively. A calm smile on her lips, defying the other. “You fool, how can there be due procedure if we’re not even in court? Forgot it? We’re just playing house here.” She rolled her eyes.

  Looking a little ashamed, Wright only nodded.

  Before anything else interrupted them, Franziska resumed her speech in a more formal tone: “Miss Jade Summoar, Mister Biff Summoar. We haven’t reached an agreement on the charges of aggression. I will close the mediation now. Should you change your mind, come back again so we can sign a term. If not, a date at a real court is already being scheduled.” She stood up and put the papers in front of Wright. “Sign here,” she commanded.

  The urge to whip him only increased the tension on her shoulders.

***

  “Wait right there, Phoenix Wright!” Franziska pointed at the attorney, as he left the mediation room.

  She motioned for his foolish client to just go ahead, and walked toward him. It was very enjoyable how she could see his throat move in a gulp. It wasn’t her whip but it still did wonders to the cumulated stress from having to withhold herself for an entire week.

  “I still need to give her some advice…” he complained.

  Franziska scowled at the lawyer, and then she clicked her tongue dismissively. “So, how much did my little brother pay you?”

  Wright looked back at her, genuinely puzzled. “You mean Edgeworth?”

  “Do you have any idea the hell he’s put me through with that foolishly foolish dare? I still can’t believe I’ve accepted it. Of course, I had no idea I would have you to spy on my then.”

  “I’m not sure what you are talking about, Miss Von Karma.”

  She grabbed a piece of her clothes and pretended it was that fool’s neck, as she twisted it. Even though she didn’t agree, Miles would probably consider choking his friend similar to using a whip.

  When Franziska came to herself, her eyes met Wright’s, as he stared at her pensively.

  “So that was the reason you were so out of it today? A dare with Edgeworth?” he finally asked. Then, he pointed at her hand, still shaky from withdrawal. “Not to use your whip, I presume.”

  “It doesn’t mean I can’t put you in your place, Phoenix Wright.” She stopped her finger a few millimeters from his nose. “Don’t try me.” But it was all a bluff.

  Wright seemed about to say something when the old guy who had been reorganizing the room cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Miss Von Karma. I need to close here.”

  Franziska stared down at the shabby man and smiled. If that foolish attorney wasn’t with Edgeworth on the dare, then she could simply relieve her tension on that irritating old guy for tormenting her all afternoon. She breathed in air, preparing to talk back at him when someone stood on her way.

  “I’m sorry, sir. We’re already leaving.” Wright grabbed her by the wrist and walked out. He only cared to check on her once they were already many steps far from the main camp site.

  She trembled at that point, her mind a blank from so much anger building up. “Do you have a death wish, Phoenix Wright?” Her hands were already very close to his throat when a much safer idea crossed her mind.

  Wright’s Adam’s apple went up and down, his eyes frantically studying her. “W-what?”

  Instead of wasting any more time, Franziska decided for a demonstration on her new technique for removing some of that tension driving her insane. She pulled him close with one hand on his nape and held his arm with the other. Finally, threw her body to close the distance between the two and sealed the moment with a deep kiss.

  Her shoulders felt immediately lighter, as the heat took over her body. She really was a genius.

  “This can really work,” she commented, parting for just enough time to catch some air before resuming.

  Wright could only idiotically nod, as their lips were joined once more before he could react to those words. Not that he would ever find words to even tantamount the wonders she was about to show him.

  “Let’s go to my room,” Franziska commanded, unwilling to hide her lust. “Who would believe it? You got lucky today, compliments from my little brother.”

***

  The last day of the camp was dedicated for final touches. They needed to organize their reports as well as all of the agreements that had been signed to make sure everything was in order. Additionally, some sessions that hadn’t been closed during the week were resumed that day as a desperate measure to increase their numbers.

  Franziska didn’t have anyone scheduled for that day and just sat in the main tent. All of her reports were already perfect, after all... She smiled as she went through the papers about her next job – she was to cooperate with the Interpol. Apparently interesting. Not that it would be hard to top her current task, she thought while throwing a glare at the files on her table.

  “Miss Von Karma?”

  She scowled at a woman clerk, who had called her from that glamorous and functional job in the foreigner right back into the tent from purgatory – because hell had to be of more use than mediations.

  “Umm,” the clerk staggered for a while, making Franziska miss her whip, not for the first time since waking up from a great night on Phoenix Wright’s bed. “There is a couple wishing to see you.”

  When Franziska frowned, ready to just ignore the rest, the woman started speaking very fast: “Their mediation was done by you, and they wanted to have a very quick word. They were emphatic that it wouldn’t take much of your time, they just wanted to thank you.” The clerk looked about to faint when she was finished.

  To thank her? Franziska was still rolling her eyes, convinced there was no way she would ever understand a fool’s rationale when she noticed the woman had moved back to the entrance, where she was actually letting said couple go inside the main tent.

  Franziska got up and her hands automatically reached for the closest object in her reach. After alleviating all the cumulated tension the previous night, she just needed one hit now. Just the sound of something she threw hitting someone. Her little brother would never know… How would he! Not with the whole room so busy in the mess they had created with themselves.

  Just as her hands rose to the air and prepared for the throw, her eyes landed on a hairstyle so foolishly spiky it couldn’t be belong to any other fool.

  Franziska cursed but withdrew, placing the Interpol documents she held on the table as the couple and Phoenix Wright arrived.

  “I was wondering if you had gone back home…” it was the first thing Wright said when they were close enough.

  “And you came here to check?” she asked, staring at the couple hiding right behind the attorney. Her mouth let out an uninterested “oh” upon recognition.

  It wasn’t that she had even paid enough attention to know any of the people with whom she had dealt during the course of that awful week. At the same time, there was no way she wouldn’t remember what had made her so stressed she had to jump on no one less than Phoenix Wright minutes later.

  It was the couple from the day before.

  “Miss Von Karma, the Summoars wanted to have a word with you,” he spoke in a polite tone, even though his corporal expression was somewhat doubtful.

  Before Franziska could finish associating that reaction to the fact that had slept together, a small man took a step forward. It was Biff Summoar, the weakling who had got beaten – perhaps much more than once, even though it was yet to be proved – by his wife.

  Biff lowered his eyes and said: “It is all thanks to your words we were able to reconcile last night, Miss Von Karma.” Following, he showed their linked hands.

  Jade Summoar showed a warm smile and seemed about to speak when Biff interrupted her.

  “You made me see just how much my ways have troubled the person I love the most, and I have promised her I will change. We’re trying to cancel all the lawyery bits at the moment.”

  Franziska might have got the plaintiff and defendant the wrong way when she took her first glance at their case files but she had been right about the way it would end after all. They had settled and gone back together. And much faster than she had foreseen.

  “We wanted to give you a little gift for your sincere advice to us, but Mr. Wright said we could just come here together,” Jade explained in a very quiet voice.

  Franziska lifted an eyebrow at the attorney. “Did he?”

  Hadn’t he got lucky already? Why the foolish excuse to see her, then? Could he be a spy for Miles after all?

  “Well…” Wright replied while fidgeting with his hands. His eyes, however, stopped at her table. “You’re working with the Interpol?”

  “None of your business, Phoenix Wright.” She stretched her hand to cover the documents from earlier. “And could all of you just get out of my way?”

  “They just wanted to tell you how important you’ve been for their…”

  Franziska interrupted the attorney: “You should just advise them not to cancel anything, they won’t last a month.”

  “What?” Biff looked hurt, as he sought his wife’s eyes. Old habits die hard.

  “Exactly what I said. And it’s from experience: people don’t change. She beats you because you’re a wimp. Also she’s got too much energy to bother with someone like you.” Franziska gave her best smile as she flung her finger to flower the words. “Unless you like being beat, Bifford Summoar, just enjoy the precious extra moments she’s giving you in her presence and save the courts some papers. Canceling your trial now would be a waste of people’s time.”

  “Miss Von Karma!” Wright looked redder with each word: “Could you just pretend to be happy?”

  She had her answer ready even before he was finished:

  “Haven’t you learned yet? The foolish receive no mercy. Especially when foolish fools are spouting nothing but foolish foolishness to waste my time.” Franziska shook her head and pointed at the exit of the tent. “Now, could the fools do their foolish exit?”

  Even though the scared couple started walking out, Wright remained, staring at her in disapproval.

  Not bothering, she turned back to study the Interpol documents on her table. “I’m really tired of the foolish foolery of the foolish fools of this foolish country,” Franziska said very quietly.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

  As he put her baggage down, Miles looked around the airport terminal.

  “Embarrassed to be helping your sister, Miles Edgeworth?” Franziska laughed without suppressing her smug tone or smile.

  Her flight wasn’t until two hours and a half but, being international, some foolish rule stated she had to arrive there that early. Making sure her whip was in place – and that there were no foolish fools trying to forbid her from boarding this time; it was really a waste of her time dealing with such foolery time and over again –, she pointed at her little brother’s chest. “If you have anything to say, just spit it out.” After all, he had looked agitated since earlier. “Afraid for your sister?”

  “It’s nothing,” he answered with reticence.

  ‘Huh?’ Franziska thought, taken aback.

  After a shrug, she just grabbed her handbag and looked a last time at Miles. “I’ll make sure to buy you one of those foolish souvenirs with part of the money I won.”

  “It’s still quite suspicious, but congratulations on your self-control, Franziska.” He made a reverence.

  Ignoring the comment – as if she would ever lack self-control –, she fetched for the air ticket inside her purse and turned to face the gate.

  “Wait!” Miles asked as soon as she had her back to him.

  “What now?” She threw him an impatient look, crossing her arms.

  Looking more uneasy than before, he explained: “Umm… Have a safe flight. I think.” After that, he looked at his cell phone and relief took over him.

  Despite her curiosity and her hands itching to reach for her whip, Franziska decided she was no fool to care about his foolishness. Thus, she resumed walking toward the boarding area.

  However, another voice – almost as familiar as her little borther’s – interrupted her.

  “Objection!”

  Franziska turned back again to find Phoenix Wright running through the terminal in their direction. She didn’t save on her whip this time.

  “Ouch!”

  “Of all the foolish dribble! What foolish foolery are you up to, Phoenix Wright?” she inquired as soon as the defense attorney stopped, a hand on her hips. After that, she pointed at his chest. “Do you want all these fools to think I’m a fool just like them?” With one more whip strike to emphasize her question.

  “I have an objection to you going like this, Miss Von Karma,” he answered, still fighting to catch his breath.

  Whip. Whip. Whip.

  “What were those for?” Wright complained, slightly cowering.

  “How is a foolish fool such as you to foolishly assume he can say anything about where I am going?” She smiled, savoring her next hit, which would take place right after his answer.

  “Because it’s unfair how you treated me!”

  Puzzled, Franziska took long to find a reaction to that. Well, there could be none other.

  Whip!

  “I’m going.” She meant to turn again but a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her. Wright’s hand.

  “What are you…” she was asking only to be interrupted another time.

  “You used me because of that bet.”

  Franziska’s eyes instantly turned to where Miles was still standing but her little brother didn’t look anywhere close to surprised at that statement. Looking aggravated, Wright held her face before she could conclude anything else, and smoothly turned her gaze back to him.

  “Do you ever consider other people have feelings, Miss Von Karma?” His tone was very low; his eyes on her looked huge.

  “Of course I do. I just don’t care about them,” she answered with a presumptuous smile.

  “I noticed. You didn’t even try to listen to me that following day and kept talking about being too much for me, and how I was wasting your time. That really hurt me.”

  “I never said that! And I have no idea of the foolishness you’re talking about, Phoenix Wright.” She could finally get rid of the spell that had immobilized her so close to him. But her hand still lacked strength to reach for her whip the way all her instincts told her to.

  “I told you, Wright,” Miles spoke, sounding like someone from a distant land. “I know this wild mare, and she wouldn’t behave like that. Ouch!” He recoiled upon a whip hit.

  Franziska stared furiously at her little brother, while holding her weapon with shaky hands. “What is it to you here, Miles Edgeworth!?”

  The prosecutor tipped his forehead with conceit. “I’m just helping the two fools do the logic.”

  “Fools!? You mean me!? Enough. I won’t hear any more foolery from foolishly foolish fools.”

  “I was talking here!” Phoenix Wright said before she could do anything. “Ouch!” He brushed the place that was hit on his head but didn’t seem to bother much. “I was saying before that, even though I thought you said that… And I think that was very unfair of you after…” He hesitated. “After, you know…” Again, he stopped and scratched his head. “What I’m trying to say. Ouch! Can’t you wait until I’m done?”

  “You’re taking too damn long, Phoenix Wright.” However, Franziska motioned with the just-used whip for him to proceed.

  “As I was saying… Ouch! I understood. I’ll spit it out. I think I might have had feelings for you for a while, and I didn’t think I would be so hard to continue to ignore them until I woke up and you were gone. Ouch! What?”

  “You don’t need to be so detailed, Phoenix Wright!”

  “But I needed to, because it worked, right? I worked for you. So I was wondering if you could use me instead of that whip from now on.” He looked at the floor with his shoulders down. “Please, don’t go away…”

  Franziska raised her eyebrows.

  “I know you’ll say something like it being so foolishly foolish you would be a fool to… whatever.” His shoulders sank even lower as he turned to Miles.

  Her little brother just shrugged. “I’ll leave you two alone. My mission was just to hold the wild mare back.”

  “Miles Edgeworth!” Franziska pointed at his receding figure. “This will have payback!”

  Nonetheless, he did nothing bar a solemn reverence before disappearing.

  She turned to Wright, holding tight to her whip. “As for you.”

  He gulped. Probably, not because of the imminent attack.

  “Indeed, I had never really given any thought to your feelings. And don’t you dream I would ever abandon my whip for anything, Phoenix Wright. Also, in what dreams did you think you could come here and stop me from my work?”

  “It wasn’t that, I just didn’t want to lose you… I’m sorry. I’m really acting like a fool now. I… I hope you have a nice trip and a nice time working over there. Wherever it is. You should go. You wouldn’t want to miss your plane.” He heaved a sigh, now his shoulders seemed even lower than before. “Ouch!”

  “Pathetic.” Franziska clicked her tongue and shook her head in censure. “Now you want to choose when I should go.” Finally, she beamed. “I might have never thought of you like that before, Phoenix Wright, but I might consider it now. Isn’t it what you’re asking?” Approaching the dumbfounded attorney, she used her whip to lace his body from the back and pull him until their bodies were joined. “I wouldn’t mind having a second option to my girl here,” she added.

  Wright’s complexion was so red, he looked about to boil away. “What about the Interpol job? What about me being too much for you, and you kicking me out of your room?” His eyes wouldn’t decide if they would avoid Franziska’s intense stare or foolishly stare back.

  “A fool is a fool who will only listen to other foolish fools.”

  “What?” His head tilted. Just like she wanted.

  Franziska smiled before joining their lips together, but she didn’t take her time and deepened the kiss as soon a positive reaction came from the other part.

  “I mean that, first, I was just kicking out that poor excuse to meet me that was the foolish couple. Not that I minded that you went too. And last, I don’t know what Miles told you but you sound like I’m gonna leave over there. Can’t you wait measly ten days, Phoenix Wright?”

  From his expression, it was just as she had suspected. Miles might not have lied to the defense attorney but her little brother had certainly manipulated him.

  For once, there was no thirst for revenge on that foolish plot. She just wanted to use every second before boarding to remove all tension. With those foolish lips of that foolish fool embracing her by the waist and pulling her even closer. So foolishly.

  “So, can you?” She repeated her question. Without waiting for an answer, however, Franziska planted a light kiss on his right cheek and walked through the gate.

  As she handed her ticket to one of the attendants, her eyes betrayed her and landed on Wright. He was still standing there, unmoving. Just like a fool. A smile took over her lips as her mind noticed ten days could be really long a wait for all the tension that would built up.

  And she wondered whether using her whip could really be a substitute for that longing.  

The End!

Anita, 14/01/2014

Author’s Notes:

This was my second Phoenix Wright fanfiction in English, and I hope you have enjoyed in spite of my lacking skills.

It has been a while since I last worked with Franziska as a main character. Truth be told, this might have been the first time she was truly the main one. It is my second – maybe third lol – story with paired up with Wright and I can’t stop thinking of how much I appreciate them together. Maybe Franziska is not the perfect match for Wright as he is for her but I really like seeing her with him.

Hmmm, I didn’t define any moment of the original story, although it is probably after the first Miles’s game… Feel free to imagine what you prefer. :)

And comments! Please, pretty please, comment if you can. I’m satisfied with whatever, so even if you don’t have time to make a proper one, just tell you read it and I’ll be in Heaven!

I guess that’s it. I hope I can see you again the next time!