ONE HUNDRED!?

Miles Edgeworth had, to put it frankly, royally fucked himself over. Well, actually he hadn’t. This was merely his pish-posh fancy-schmancy brain overreacting. Let’s review the facts.

At 3pm on a cold November day, Miles payed a visit to his old grade school friend and legal colleague Phoenix Wright. Due to … recent events, he felt he needed to see if Wright was still doing alright. As he arrived at the doorstep of his apartment, he suddenly felt hesitant. He stood and stared at the doorknob in front of him, not daring to reach for it.

Pull yourself together Miles. It can’t possibly be that bad, right? He’s still the same man you knew all those years ago and came to know again. He’s still the man who saved you. So, why are you hesitating now when he needs you the most?

Miles took a deep breath and reached for the door.

Is there not something you’re forgetting? A voice in his head reminded him. Knocking, where were his manners?

But before he could correct himself the door unlocked and swung open, earning the culprit behind the act a startled “Ngoh!” from the prosecutor.

“Doors aren’t that scary, mister! It’s the person behind them you should be worried about.”

Before him stood a tiny girl, probably no older than eight years old. She was dress in a rather odd costume of sorts, a pink hat and cape with a black dress. Miles started to wonder if he had gotten the wrong address. Maybe wright had simply moved. The traveling prosecutor was gone for quite some time, so for him to miss out on something like that wasn’t entirely out of the question. It had taken him a week ago to figure out about Wrights disbarment.

“My apologies, it seems I mistook your apartment for a friend of mines, Miss-”

The young lady was quick to respond, “Trucy Wright!”

Wright? Maybe he was on the right track after all. Or maybe it was some bizarre coincidence. the only way to figure out was to ask.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Phoenix Wright, would you?”

“Daddy? Of course I know him! It’d be weird if I didn’t …” the girl chippered as if the answer should’ve been obv- hold it did she say-

“Daddy?”

“Yeah! You know him?”

Miles decided he’d discuss this with Wright once he met up with him.

“Could I have a word with your father?”

“Oh daddy isn’t here!”

“… Pardon?”

Did … did Wright really leave his child to fend for herself!? What was he thinking!?

“Don’t worry yourself mister I can take care of myself! Daddy is going to a” She lowered her voice as to mimic Wright, even going as far as placing her hands on her hips and making a pout. “’very important job interview, Truce. Now be a good girl while I’m out’ and then I said ‘okaaay daddy!’. But then I got mad because we agreed that I was gonna take care of him! I even practiced extra hard on my magic trick for my show this week!”

Miles stifled a laugh at this charming little lady, she was quite the character. “Are you always this willing to share you and your father’s conversations?”

Trucy thought it over before responding, “Well, daddy does tell me not to talk to strangers, but you’re okay!”

Miles was flattered, but it did little to hide his concerns.

What was he thinking letting her be by herself? He could at least hire a babysitter, though I suppose that would mean spending money he can’t afford.

Oh Wright, what are you doing … ?

“you can come in if you want, mister.” Trucy interrupted his thoughts. “We can wait for daddy together! Oh oh, and I can show you my magic trick that I’ve been working on!” She eagerly grabbed Miles by the hand and invited him inside.

Miles suddenly remembered, “You never got my name, did you? My apologies Miss Trucy. My name is Miles Edgeworth.”

Trucy’s eyes widened and her face suddenly sparked with joy. “Uncle Miles!”

… What?

“Now I know I can trust you!” she sang happily, dragging him all the way inside to the (quite sad) living room.

As it turns out, Wright had talked a lot about Miles while he had been gone for Europe. He had at least to his daughter, so much so that he was given the title ‘uncle’. Not that he was opposed to it.

However, bearing said title followed with some … more or less embarrassing duties.

“Would you like a refill of your tea, good sir?” the newly moustachioed Trucy asked while pouring him a refill of thin air anyway.

“You didn’t give me much of a say on the matter.”

“You need to be nice to people working in food service, uncle Miles! They work their butts off to make sure you have a pleasant day out! People these days show no respect!”

Hah, wonder where she got that line of dialogue from?

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded, taking a sip of his now second cup of air.

Trucy went on to serve her other customer, a puppet made out of wood with the same hat and cape that Trucy wore. It was sitting at the opposite end of the same small table where Miles sat. The table was so small, Miles couldn’t even sit in one of the fancy little pink chairs Trucy has so generously offered him a seat in.

“Are you enjoying your date with Mr. Hat, uncle Miles?”

Miles started to wonder what he hadn’t simply refused her invite to this tea party. Perhaps the adrenaline rush from her magic show had blocked his sense of rationality. However, seeing this little girl enjoying herself in his company made something ache in his heart. She had probably been lonely while Wright was out on this important job interview so to speak. It was the least he could do.

“Quite.”

“Liar! You aren’t even holding his hand!”

Miles reluctantly reached for the wooden hand of his “date”.

“My apologies, Miss Trucy.”

She cooed at the sight, but Miles noticed a small hit of mischief in her voice.

Leave it to Wright to adopt such a rascal.

“You two are so cute together! Isn’t that right, Mr. Hat?” Trucy reached for a long wooden stick and the puppet suddenly came to life.

“I love you, Mr. Edgeworth!”

“I … love you too, Mr. Hat …”

Trucy giggled and figured she’d tormented the prosecutor enough.

“Okay, check please! Uncle Miles, be a gentleman and pay for the meal!”

“As you wish, Miss Trucy.” Miles reached for his make-believe wallet and grabbed a make-believe stack of dollars to hand to her. However, Trucy didn’t seem to react. They stayed like that for a while before Trucy broke the silence.

“Sooo, are you going to pay or what? Don’t tell me you forgot your wallet uncle Miles!”

He looked at her confused, “I believe I’ve already made my payment.”

“Well I don’t see Benjamin Franklin in your hand.” She crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently.