Miles Edgeworth (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
prosecutes) wrote2009-03-09 04:02 am
prosecutes) wrote2009-03-09 04:02 am
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Nightmare § 2
"Sie müssen sei letzte Detail perfekt!" Manfred von Karma yelled furiously, waving around a sheet of paper. No older than ten years old at this time, a young Miles stood his ground, shaking.
"Sir," he meekly replied, "p-permission to speak?"
The man nodded.
Edgeworth spoke up, "I have only been in Germany for a few weeks... I can't be in the advanced literature class yet."
"Werd endlich erwachsen," came the response through clenched teeth as von Karma flung the paper in the boy's face. Miles looked solemnly at the progress report in his hands... as expected, his marks in literature class were abysmal.
"...Grow up," Miles quietly translated to himself.
Though not yet accustomed to German, Miles had become a lot better at reading body language since his arrival at the von Karma house. The man's posture and facial expression were a silent dismissal. Miles took the opportunity to get out of there as fast as he could, running back to his room with the accursed paper clenched in his hands.
The boy ran by his young step-sister hastily, ignoring her outcry of "Doof!" as he made his way to his room. Miles closed the door and flung himself onto the bed, only to hear the crinkling of paper underneath his chest.
Blinking in confusion at the grade report still clenched in his hand, Miles rolled to the side and inspected the newly found piece of evidence, a letter addressed to Miles Edgewroth. Spelling error aside, the boy eagerly tore the envelope open once he saw the return address - Phoenix Wright.
"Hi, Miles!" the letter read. "It's been forever since I saw you in school. Why'd you move away and not tellme us? Larry's worried too. He didn't say nothing, but I think he's just distracted cuz girls are talking to him. Did your dad get a new job or something? --"
Miles couldn't bring himself to read any further.
He hugged the letter tightly and curled up into fetal position on the bed, expression a mix of anger and sorrow. To von Karma's dismay, Miles hadn't grown up just yet. His eyes swelled up with tears as he buried his face in a pillow and tried to shut out the inevitable images which would once again flash through his mind.
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*Wakes up with that very same expression on his face, sans the tears.*
"Sir," he meekly replied, "p-permission to speak?"
The man nodded.
Edgeworth spoke up, "I have only been in Germany for a few weeks... I can't be in the advanced literature class yet."
"Werd endlich erwachsen," came the response through clenched teeth as von Karma flung the paper in the boy's face. Miles looked solemnly at the progress report in his hands... as expected, his marks in literature class were abysmal.
"...Grow up," Miles quietly translated to himself.
Though not yet accustomed to German, Miles had become a lot better at reading body language since his arrival at the von Karma house. The man's posture and facial expression were a silent dismissal. Miles took the opportunity to get out of there as fast as he could, running back to his room with the accursed paper clenched in his hands.
The boy ran by his young step-sister hastily, ignoring her outcry of "Doof!" as he made his way to his room. Miles closed the door and flung himself onto the bed, only to hear the crinkling of paper underneath his chest.
Blinking in confusion at the grade report still clenched in his hand, Miles rolled to the side and inspected the newly found piece of evidence, a letter addressed to Miles Edgewroth. Spelling error aside, the boy eagerly tore the envelope open once he saw the return address - Phoenix Wright.
"Hi, Miles!" the letter read. "It's been forever since I saw you in school. Why'd you move away and not tell
Miles couldn't bring himself to read any further.
He hugged the letter tightly and curled up into fetal position on the bed, expression a mix of anger and sorrow. To von Karma's dismay, Miles hadn't grown up just yet. His eyes swelled up with tears as he buried his face in a pillow and tried to shut out the inevitable images which would once again flash through his mind.
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*Wakes up with that very same expression on his face, sans the tears.*