Author: Anita
Fandom: Phoenix Wright (Gyakuten Saiban)
Characters: Phoenix Wright, Franziska Von Karma, Miles Edgeworth
Genre: humor, romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: complete
Summary: Phoenix is surprised when he receives Franziska’s help in dissuading Larry Butz from thinking Love is blind. But why does her big plan include her seducing Edgeworth?
Notes: Story written for the Secret Coconut, a fic exchange promoted by the community OA Fanfics Community.
Happening sometime around the end of the third game.
On Love and Blindness and Foolishness
In the list of situations I never thought possible to find myself into, I had a first-row ticket right in my hand to watch one to the top items.
“You do know how to use a camera, Phoenix Wright?” Ms. Von Karma asked me with a lifted eyebrow.
“O-of course!” My answer sounded far from convincing and made her put her slender, silky fingers back on the device she had just handed me. I pulled it back. “I do know!” I said with confidence. “But why do you need me record this? If can’t figure out how to put on a spy camera, chances are it’ll be harder to hide a whole man holding it for you.”
When I thought her whip would be the next thing she’d give me, Ms. Von Karma just shook her index finger with a smile.
“It’s just to be safe. Sometimes I wonder how you ever won any cases, Phoenix Wright.”
I think better before pointing out she was supposed to know it firsthand. Her BFF “the whip” was still here somewhere—although I couldn’t see it—ready to hit me.
Ms. Von Karma then added, “It’s possible my little brother will need a cold shower on him after what I have planned for tonight.” She… giggled? “And that’s when your intervention will be required.”
I gulped, suppressing the images of how that scene would play.
“Just sit on the couch over there,” she continued and used her hand to indicate her clothing. “I still have a lot to prepare, as you can see.”
No, I couldn’t, really. She already smelled very well. Probably the brand of an expensive soap she had used while showering. She had that fresh feeling surrounding her women had after a long hour in a bathtub. I chuckled alone in her apartment living room. That might as well already prove the whole point of that night.
Maybe I should call Larry and tell him how with only soap I already had lost half his common sense and was sitting with a camera at Franziska Von Karma’s house. However, just the thought of that person—Larry Butz—made my insides burn. He was the reason, after all, I now found myself in this impossible situation.
I couldn’t even remember well how it had started. Well, surely the case in which I had again to defend Mr. My-Guilt-Is-To-Love-Too-Much could be called it. Although Larry had once again been a suspect in a murder trial because of his love life, as he was finally acquitted, the guy still had the guts to profess it just happened the love was blind. I usually hold my sharper opinions to myself—I know Larry would never hear them anyway— but I couldn’t this time. I had to state at the top of my lungs, finger pointed at him: “You do know what they say; if love is blind, why would lingerie be so popular?”
I just wanted Larry to open his eyes. He did tend to become worse than blind, sheer stupid, whenever a girl caught his heart. If he were rich, I’m sure my career could alone depend on the fees he’d bring in to me. Just for the murder cases; let’s not even start on legal advices he always needed in the middle of the night.
But our small argument was supposed to be just that. Larry would eventually run off to somewhere else or crack a joke or just not listen to me at all hadn’t Ms. Von Karma appeared out of nowhere and done the most amazing thing I should ever presence. I mean, after she did the most expected thing from her—whipped the two of us “fools”. Then she agreed with me. More than that, she was adamant to prove that appearances were much more useful than love.
Not many hours later, she called my office to request my presence the following day at her apartment. Here. Now. Her plan had been sketched to perfection, she had told me the moment she ushered me in. Her intention was to show Larry Butz she could make someone fall for her charm if she wanted. As if all that effort wasn’t already too much when the other person was just “the Butz”, the chosen victim turned out to be none less than her little brother, Miles Edgeworth.
“I figured that fool would be pleased if I went for the most improbable person and had him fall for me with just the help of the right visual aid,” Franziska explained with a curtsey. “Even you can understand that, Phoenix Wright. I will prove it to him beyond reasonable doubt, and you should just sit and watch.”
Those words still rang inside me. I was indeed sitting there, a digital camcorder in hand. I couldn’t deny having Edgeworth’s heart would be a feat, even for woman as attractive as Franziska Von Karma. Moreover, Larry wouldn’t be able to say anything either when presented with a video and an eyewitness—myself.
The doorbell rang, making me jumpstart at the thought it was all about to start.
“Must be the delivery, get it now,” Franziska called from a small creak of her door, before shutting it again with a bang.
Of course, did I expect her to cook? Relieved I’d still have some more time to get used to my role there, I looked around the room. “But where is the money?”
Her door made another opening sound. “Stop asking foolish questions!” The bang was louder this time.
But why did I have to pay for a dinner she was about to share with another man? I couldn’t care less if Larry understood the point or not—he wouldn’t anyway. And call it true feelings, while I just call it physical attraction to her but there was no way I would be able to ask this money back and live to actually have it. More than that, in her mind, she was helping me with this. Even if I didn’t want it.
And what the hell had she ordered? I closed the door after donating weeks of meals to the cause and seeing the delivery guy leave, then stared at the package. Which might as well be made of diamonds, judging by the bill.
I walked toward what seemed to be her bedroom door and stopped midway. The smell of her perfume lingered from one of the times she had come out to shout me orders. Feeling lightheaded, I decided to go back and just put the dinner over the kitchen counter. That soap had already been enough to put my thoughts where they shouldn’t and would never be, but that perfume was killing.
Can't that enough prove my point? Or did it prove right the opposite, that maybe love was blind to the potential death sentence from an objection of attraction?
Dang… Cross that. It’s lust. Not love. I would have to be blind or at least committed not to lust over a woman like Ms. Von Karma.
This is nuts! I immediately think as I shake my head and return to the living room. And I didn’t need that. The next moment, I feel the whip burn against my back.
“Why isn’t it ready, Phoenix Wright?” Ms. Von Karma demanded, already standing in the living room.
I gape at her appearance. She has the exact same look and clothes as before. Considering she had just spent more than half an hour to get ready, and a lot of my budget, I expected her to wear those killing tight dressed with more openings than fabric. Even her hair… I know it’s too short to do much but she could have at least had it frizzed or curled. Anything. Put some spike in it, for heaven’s sake. Didn’t she hear me say lingerie to Larry? Should I just spell it for her, while it was still time?
I was about to presence firsthand embarrassment when Edgeworth decided she was running some fever and called a doctor or have her rest.
But what if that was the plan? Okay, playing doctor could seduce many men. And I felt dizziness just imagining Ms. Von Karma appealing to me some frail state. However, Edgeworth was a gentleman. Would he really consider taking his sister to bed other than to tuck her in and leave? Whereas I knew—in flesh—she was as healthy as ever… the thoughts of what was probably coming…!
This time I deserved the WHIP cracking on me.
“Go get the food and set the table, Phoenix Wright! Stat!” Ms. Von Karma said when I looked back in confusion. And delivered another whip.
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IS SHE REALLY DOING IT?, read the message Larry had sent me some time while I got the whole thing ready. Ms. Von Karma couldn’t really believe Edgeworth would buy that she had cooked him dinner, could she? More than that, had she told Larry anything? If so, wouldn’t it be more efficient to have him here? On the other hand, if anything went wrong, she still had the chance to try again as long as Larry didn’t know tonight was the night. But he did seem to know it…
What did you hear?, I reply, making sure I’m concealed behind the sofa. I faced the dining table from here, and had in my field of vision the larger couch where Ms. Von Karma intended to take her brother afterward. It still sounded wrong but my mind wouldn’t erase the information they were brother and sister. Even if not by blood.
FRANZY SENT ME THIS WHOLE FILE ON HOW SHE HAD BUILT HER CASE! SO EXCITING! LIKE I’M THE JUDGE IN COMMAND HERE! IT’S LOVE, NICK, I’M TELLING YOU!
I didn’t have the heart to inform him Ms. Von Karma never acknowledged the judges to be in command. For one, he must have seen it for himself… more than once.
Another text message arrived. I ALMOST FELT CONVINCED THAT LOVE ISN’T BLIND, NICK! BUT THEN I NOTICED HOW BLINDLY IN LOVE I FEEL FOR HER!
I rolled my eyes and conceded he could only be blind indeed. But had she really sent all that? How much of the plan had been revealed? Why not just call him to the apartment that night? Then a cascade of memories streamed in front of me and I decided that for everyone’s safety, my presence was at our best interest.
While I had been busy with Larry, Edgeworth had already arrived with a bottle of wine and now sat at the table in front of me. He looked puzzled to say the least, as his eyes took in whatever they could. He knew something was up.
And yet, jealousy burned inside me. While their conversation centered on cases they were working on, and some prominent ones going around in other courts, Ms. Von Karma’s voice came out tender, almost happy. She had always had this soft attitude toward Edgeworth, I had noticed before, rarely using his whip on him. As the difference wasn’t that conspicuous, the thought only occurred to me now, what if she had feelings? So my presence here, Larry’s convincing and everything was nothing but an excuse for her to make her move.
She wouldn’t go so far with such a plan, would she? My brain started working again. Ms. Von Karma wanted me to film the two at least on the verge of having sex; this was what her proof was really about. Even when it came to the Von Karmas’ perfectionist way of life, a limit still had to exist. And voyeurism wasn’t within the border lines, I hoped.
My right leg felt numb as they finished the really good-smelling dish. Apparently, I had also sponsored two small cakes, which came along with the delivery. I asked myself what exactly was I supposed to record when they kept talking about work. At one point, Ms. Von Karma shook her index finger to correct her brother only to be soon re-corrected by him. I could have laughed at this, wasn’t I feeling fidgety.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, leaving her cake only slightly eaten and disappearing into the kitchen.
Punching my leg as it started hurting, I studied how Edgeworth would behave now he’d been left alone. And he was the same as ever, now calmly checking his phone. His expression revealed nothing, whether it was a personal email, a news bulletin or a viral video. Didn’t feel the least bothered by his sister’s behavior? Or were dinners at her apartment a thing? The two never looked the siblings as much as today, I concluded with hope.
But should I really hope her plans fall through, when they were to help me? I recoiled, tasting the bitterness of being a betrayer to our cause. Still, a new thought spread throughout my body. I didn’t care to defend Larry Butz a thousand lives, if only—
I slapped myself to stop it.
Promptly, Edgeworth tilted his head in my direction, listening in. Hiding the best I could, I held my breath and paid attention to the sounds. Would he get up?
By the creaking from the chair, that was exactly what he did. However, I couldn't hear his footsteps as much as I tried. He could be watching me from above at that very moment. To make thing worse, the pangs from my reawakened leg had me muffling a cry as my eyes became wet.
That was one of the few times I'd feel grateful to Ms. Von Karma's whip cry as it shook the ground close to me.
"What are doing standing there, Miles Edgeworth?" she called and I could finally hear him move back a few steps.
"I thought I heard something and—" He paused so abruptly it made me gulp in anticipation to the cause.
When he still wouldn't resume, I had to risk a glimpse. After all, this was the first abnormality of the night, which meant my work had to start.
And my instinct was correct. Franziska—how to call her Ms. Von Karma ever again?—leaned against the wall wearing a very tight lacy lingerie prone to cause me a nosebleed if I took all the delicious details exposed just on the side of the sofa.
Although I always knew she had a nice figure, I always blamed it on her hips. It could be an effect from choosing the right piece, but her breasts looked the perfect size, moving softly as she lifted her arm once again, indicating her whip. Wow, usually my encounters with Franziska start with me noticing the small piece of hell before even acknowledging the owner. Now, it wasn't but a accessory.
"What do you think, little brother?" she asked with a smug grin, her eyebrows arched.
Edgeworth had his back to me but I could imagine at least a third of what could be going through his mind. He might be praying for an earthquake or anything to save him from himself. I saw he ball his hands up in a fist and take one step closer to her.
"What is this about?" His voice was the only firm part of him as he shifted weight from one leg to the other every fifteen seconds.
Franziska giggled for the second time that night and closed the distance, putting her finger through Edgeworth's hair to comb it to the back. Then, she observed with amusement it return to the same position. Approaching her lips from a now very stiff Edgeworth, she whispered something inaudible to me. Something that made him recoil.
Still, she insisted, running her hand to his chest, leaving her palm there wide open and whispering more. Sweat went down my neck from too much wondering. How would she look from up close? What was she saying that seemed to ease up someone like Edgeworth? Was her perfume so enticing as it felt from where I was crouching?
I still could only see his back but it spoke enough. He had surrendered. I immediately turned on the camera and made my best to frame the two while concealing the lens. Focusing my eyes directly on them again, I almost gasped. Franziska had already removed his jacket and worked on his cravat. He wouldn't stop her anymore, I knew right there.
Leaving her whip on the floor, she forced him to the couch and sat on his lap there, where she proceeded to unbutton his white shirt. Finally, Edgeworth acted on his own and put his lips to her neck, running them softly as far as her ear. His hand looked enormous helping hers with the shirt and then undoing one of the delicate bows of her attire. He seemed to have fun pulling a side of the long silky ribbon and watching is fall to over over arm.
I felt on my limit but couldn't remove my eyes from the unbelievable but yet more than expected scene. In my head, I begged the world to just stop and go back.
In a quick movement, Edgeworth had gained top position and laid Franziska on the couch. As he held her down and she emitted muffled sounds, I held my breath. But what I heard soon after wasn't on the script.
"Are you crying?" he asked somewhat confused. I'm not sure I could stay just "somewhat" confused when a girl trying to seduce me broke in tears but that was the exact description from his tone. Edgeworth for you.
I couldn't even confirm whether she really was. Edgeworth was again with his back to me and his body covered her upper half. Although at other times I would have noticed her beautifully long legs exposed only to my eyes, that wasn't one of them.
"I'm gonna kill Phoenix Wright!" I heard her say before pushing Edgeworth away and standing up. Now I could see her face, I wished for the opposite. The future—my future was written there in painful details. "How can this fool be so foolhardy foolish not to foolishly know what any fool would!"
She marched to where I was and whipped blood out of me. "You foolish piece of
absolute foolishness!"
***
"I should apologize, Wright," Edgeworth said already perfectly clad in his cravat and not a strand of hair out of place. He finished cleaning the cut on my neck and studied the cotton on my nose as he put on a Band-Aid on my cheek. "Are you sure you don't want to cover the rest?" he asked.
Noticing Franziska had returned from the kitchen with a cup of tea, I nodded in silence. She was still glaring, as though about to use her whip again. Shouldn't I be angry?
"Just get dressed, Franziska" Edgeworth complained, standing up the moment she sat on the sofa alone with her tea.
"Perhaps it wasn't all an act before?" she said shaking her index finger.
"I already explained Larry Butz made me think you had some devious plan to get me in trouble tonight. Assuredly, I had given the information the benefit of the doubt, coming from such an unreliable source but the whole night was a succession of you sounding like the Evil Magis—I mean, like a mischievous villain from some very popular show on TV."
"It had to be Larry," I commented bitterly but regretted the attention it got me so I went mute again.
It seemed that while messaging me earlier, Larry had also informed Edgeworth of everything he knew of Franziska’s plans. However, he did it his way, which led to Edgeworth himself needing to test his sister and put her to the limit. Partly, I felt better that was an act from both sides. Partly, I felt terrible I actually admitted feeling better.
“That good-for-nothing,” Franziska agreed, to my wonder, sounding even more bitterly. “This had nothing to do with work, Miles Edgeworth. I assure you.”
“Well, I am relieved. I was ready to report you for your antics, to be honest. I should take my leave now he’s stopped bleeding.”
I motioned to stand up but failed, feeling my sight darken from the attempt.
“You should rest a little more, Wright,” Edgeworth said, already at the door. “No need to see me leave, Franziska. Just offer him tea instead. He deserves it after all this.”
Franziska stood up the moment we were alone and returned to the kitchen. She would really offer me tea? Well, she probably still had hot water from the one she had just prepared… I watched her appear with a bottle of my favorite grape juice and two glasses in hands.
“I thought we all deserved some,” she explained taking the seat by my side and pouring the purplish liquid for me. “Despite you being so useless. What part your foolish brain couldn’t apprehend of me saying before I needed you to intervene when things got too far? I could have just set a camera if I only needed the video, you foolish fool.”
Unsure of what to answer but sure she wouldn’t care either way, I just nodded while sipping from the juice. It might seem unwise to intoxicate my brain with grape juice in that woman’s presence but my whole body hadn’t been much functional even before she hit me.
And now I thought body… wasn’t hers a little too close and a lot too sexy? My eyes flew straight to the cleavage on her tight corset. Details, don’t focus on the booby details. I mean—
Her eyes caught mine before I could put them somewhere safer.
“I see that, for a change, you weren’t just uttering nonsense when you said love wasn’t blind,” she said matter-of-factly.
I couldn’t breathe, knowing a whipping session was about to come. She put a finger over my lips, making me aware the cotton hadn’t been able to contain the nosebleed. Sliding that same finger slowly to the side, she followed it with her eyes… and then her stare lowered to my lips. I hadn’t had time to even theorize her intentions before she kissed me passionately, enlacing me with her arms.
“What is this for?” I asked without thinking. “I don’t think Larry would take our sex tape as proof.” However, deep down I knew he’d take a sex tape featuring Franziska as anything.
“You filmed enough of my little brother. Now I need my payment for aiding you, Phoenix Wright,” she whispered against my ear. So that was what that warm breath felt like against my skin! Heaven.
I kissed her on impulse, and felt her reciprocate. This was the worst time to say I didn’t ask for need, or did I need it. “I wouldn’t mind paying forever for this favor,” I said already panting. “But wait, won’t Edgeworth be angry and even report you if you do that?”
“Who said I would? You were the one recording it all, Phoenix Wright.” She removed my tie and put it over my lips. “Now silent. I’ve been waiting too long and been through too much for this.”
By the way she spoke, it was almost as if she had done it all just to get me. But this would be crazy, right? Still, here I was, allowing her to strip me, despite the problems I would have if Larry let anyone else see that video—and he would, of course. If anyone described me that scene a few hours before, I would also have called it crazy.
And then, she opened up the lingerie and my mind shut down.
Love may not be blind but it sure makes you at least mentally challenged, I learned.
THE END!
Anita, Jan 23th, 2016.
Author Notes:
That quote Phoenix uses on Larry in the beginning is indicated as author unknown, but it’s definitely not mine. Just from it I could envision the whole story, except at the moment I saw Franziska actually using the plan as an excuse to catch Miles. It took me only two minutes to see how she and Phoenix would work much better. I wish I had got a better ending but I assure you it was almost even worse. For a while in the middle I kind of got stuck and could hardly move on until I finally regained momentum but then… I was interrupted at the best of my inspiration and it went downhill again T_T I wish I had more time for better but at least I managed!
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