[RL: - Thursday, February 19; Midday | Phoenix; Tyki; Edgeworth later?]

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix stared blankly at his computer monitor, idly tapping his pen against the desk. Thus far, the offices of Wright and Co. Law had been relatively quiet. It was a welcome change from the last few weeks, which had seen a steady flow of potential clients (a few had panned out, some of whom even paid), but while he was still up to his neck in debt, it was nice to have what seemed like a long-awaited break. In fact, looking out the window where he could see the Gatewater and the fading evening light behind it, he thought he might lock up early. There were only a couple hours left in the day, after all, and people rarely stumbled in any later than 2pm on a Wednesday, anyway.

Standing up, he lifted his arms above his head, wincing until he heard a satisfying pop in his back and then dropped his arms with a sigh. The whole being an average lawyer in Los Angeles thing was starting to take its toll on him. He couldn’t wait to get home, kick his shoes off, and enjoy some mindless television on the couch, a soda and warm TV dinner in hand…

…Or maybe not.

He nearly jumped at the sudden appearance of a gangly figure standing awkwardly in his doorway. Clearing his throat, he quickly smoothed his shirt and suppressed a sigh. (There went the rest of his day…)

Still, he smiled earnestly and said, “Hi,” holding out his hand in greeting. This was a rare occasion; people usually barged in and did the talking for him. “I’m Phoenix Wright.”

The man didn’t say anything in return. As a matter of fact, the man had yet to acknowledge Phoenix’s presence at all, which was a bit unsettling and caused Phoenix to frown. His arm sagged a little.

“Er, did you need a lawyer…?”

The man lifted his head slightly, then took an unsteady step toward Phoenix. He was shaky and he was limping, and his face appeared to be twisted in pain. He took another step and muttered, “I need… I need, I need…”

Phoenix swallowed and stared for a moment, his hand going for the phone. This guy didn’t look good at all… “Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “Do you need me to call someone?”

“I need... I need to…” The man stopped about a foot away from Phoenix’s desk and dropped his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth. “I need to…”

“Hey…” Phoenix reached out as if to steady the man, but the distance between them was too great; he held his hand up in a placating gesture while his other hand grabbed the phone and lifted the receiver to his ear. “Just… hang on a second, okay?” He tried to sound reassuring. “I’ll get some help.”

Then the man suddenly looked up. For a brief moment, they locked eyes, but before Phoenix could possibly know what was happening, he suddenly found himself staring down a thick barrel aimed right at his face… a thick barrel that was coming out of the man’s forehead straight through his skin. Phoenix stepped back and dropped the receiver. “What--!?”

There was a strange sound, like the cocking of a gun, but Phoenix didn’t wait around to see what it was. It was a good thing, too; he jumped to the side just in time to hear the bookshelf with his law books (Mia’s formidable, mocking law books) be blown to smithereens, the aftershock of which nearly sent him sprawling. Without looking back, he scrambled to the bathroom and immediately slammed the door shut, already fishing for his cell phone. He an idea of what was going on, but God, what could he do?

Dialing without thinking, he used his free hand to pile whatever he could in front of the door (it wasn’t much: a wastebasket, a few towels, and a mop) which probably wouldn’t be very effective, but at least it was something. While the phone rang on the other end, he eyed the small window above the toilet. There was no way he’d be able to make it out of there, and he was on the second floor, anyway. Which, in short, meant he’d basically trapped himself. Fantastic.

He couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, but that probably didn’t mean anything. He stayed as far away as he could, wedging himself between the toilet and the sink, and proceeded to make a phone post.

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[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

"You're very arrogant to think so, Edgeworth," Tyki said coldly. "I envy your so very ordered and neat little life."

It was all very well for Edgeworth to call him short-sighted, when no one could have imagined that such a thing would happen. He supposed that Edgeworth had never made a mistake in his life, or failed to predict the future with perfect accuracy.

"And Phoenix is quite right," he added. "All I'm doing here is wasting time." He looked at Phoenix. It was him who'd asked him to stay longer, and he was more than ready to leave now and destroy some things.

[samuraiprosecutor]

"If you knew more about my 'ordered and neat little life,' I doubt you'd continued to envy it." There was thinly disguised irritation in his voice, a cold glare in his eyes. With that, Edgeworth rose from the bed and crossed to the bathroom in a few long, smooth strides.

"But it seems we can all agree on one matter," he continued, his tone suddenly and deceptively casual, as he disappeared behind the door. "Obviously you have work left to do here." He reappeared, his hands busy with the ties of the black, cotton robe now wrapped around him, and treated Mikk to a tight-lipped smirk. "Don't let us keep you."

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix gritted his teeth in response to Tyki's comment. The idea that Edgeworth's life was so 'ordered and neat' was the same conclusion others had jumped to in the past, and Phoenix fought the urge to jump to his friend's defense in retaliation. Couldn't people see there was more to it, that there were reasons people acted the way they did?

"Sorry for wasting your time," he finally said, rising from the bed as well. He tried not to let his annoyance show, but his jaw was still set tightly as he spoke. "I'll stay in the city. I'll just... get a taxi back to my place later."

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

Tyki might have had more sympathy if he'd known, but not much. Couldn't the very same question be directed towards Edgeworth? There were reasons people acted the way they did, whether that person was Edgeworth or Tyki, and he didn't appreciate being condemned and belittled when he was in the middle of trying to save lives - the very act which would probably result in his own death, shortly.

"And if you knew something about my life, I wonder if you would condemn me so," Tyki replied, just as stiffly.

He was especially angry because all that had happened here was that both of them were mad at Tyki, when Edgeworth was the one who'd started off being rude!

"Don't apologize, Phoenix," Tyki said. "I'm certain you'd rather not spend more time in my presence than you must, in any case." That last was said a little petulantly, and even he flushed slightly at his own pettiness. "As a matter of fact, I'll just leave before I can make even poorer a showing of myself," he muttered as he turned to leave.

[samuraiprosecutor]

"Given what I've already seen, it's probable," Edgeworth commented offhandedly to Mikk, and Wright's intention to return home earned him a significantly cocked eyebrow, but otherwise Edgeworth contented himself with simply watching their exchange, his smirk widening minutely as his friend's irritation became clear.

As Mikk turned to go, Sigi finally loped back to his master's side. Edgeworth reached down to run his fingers through the dog's ruff, his gaze fixed on Mikk's back.

[attorneyatlol]

Edgeworth's remark earned him a disapproving glance, but Phoenix refrained from making any comment. As far as he was concerned, they were both acting petty.

He turned his attention back to Tyki, watching the man's retreating form for a moment before he finally released his built-up tension with a sigh.

"I didn't mean it like that..." Aside from his knee-jerk defensiveness, he wasn't so much angry at Tyki as he was irritated about the situation in general, and the mounting weariness from his ordeal with the akuma wasn't making matters any better.

He ran a hand through his hair. At the very least, he owed Tyki his thanks. ...But maybe not here, he decided after another quick glance in Edgeworth's direction. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of another source of contention.

"...But you're right," he added. "You should probably get going. I'll, uh... see you out."

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

Tyki paused in the doorway and glanced back. He ignored Edgeworth, afraid that the anger in his chest would flare into a desire to actually hurt the man if he looked at him. While he didn't believe he would act on it, he was afraid his own sadism would be visible to the two men in his eyes. So he he had eyes only for Phoenix.

"I wonder how you meant it, then," he said. He almost refused the offer to see him out, but that would be unconscionably rude by the standards of his own time, and he inclined his head to indicate Phoenix was welcome to accompany him.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth didn't wait around long enough to watch Mikk be escorted out. He turned sharply on his heel and walked back to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, with some satisfaction, "Lock the door behind him." He swung the bathroom door half shut, and as the hiss of running water sounded from behind it, Sigi took up a post on the other side.

[attorneyatlol]

Like that would stop him from getting back in, Phoenix thought, briefly wondering how Edgeworth thought they'd gotten inside in the first place.

He didn't answer Tyki as he walked past him into the hall. In all honesty, he probably had meant it like that, but the moment of frustration had since passed, and by the time he'd reached the foyer, he'd calmed down and swallowed enough of his pride to mutter a quiet apology.

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

Tyki snorted softly at Edgeworth's remark and walked with Phoenix out to the foyer, calming down once he was out of the irritating man's presence.

"No, don't apologize for him," he said, turning to the other man. "I shouldn't have let him needle me, but there was no call for his rudeness, either. You shouldn't bear that burden."

He paused. "Do you want me to take you home now, or do you still wish to wait?"

[attorneyatlol]

"I was apologizing for me," Phoenix explained and then, after some thought, quietly added (with a resigned sort of amusement), "For the most part."

He scratched the back of his neck and considered his options, but it didn't take too long to come to a decision. "My apartment's kind of close to my office. It'd probably be better if I stayed in a hotel or something." He shrugged, then, and dropped his hand to his side. "I'll figure it out."

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

"You weren't rude," Tyki returned, then smiled ruefully at Pheonix's words.

"As you wish. The offer's open, that's all." He shrugged faintly and started to head for the doors, then paused and stepped back towards Phoenix.

"By the way," he said, and reached out with amazing quickness, catching Phoenix by the back of the neck. In a moment, his lips brushed against Phoenix's in a light kiss, somehow full of sin even though it was so brief.

Then he straightened and released him. "Now that is a proper thank you for saving your life," he said, smirking as he turned away.

[attorneyatlol]

A puzzled "what--" was all Phoenix managed to get out before he was effectively silenced by the kiss, his body going rigid as he tried to pull away. It was so brief, though, that by the time Tyki had released him, he stumbled back from the force of his own efforts, barely managing to catch his balance on the wooden floor.

For a moment, the only thing he could do was stare, but at Tyki's words, his brow furrowed, and he reached up to wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve, flushed with embarrassment and indignation.

He tried to think of a retort, but his mind couldn't seem to latch onto anything, so he averted his eyes and simply said nothing.

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

Tyki liked the look of that blush on Phoenix's face, and considered telling him so. There might perhaps have been some of that appreciation visible on his face as he glanced over his shoulder towards the other man. But he decided not to push it any further than he already had.

"If you need or...want... anything further," he said, his tone making the word 'want' even more sinful than the kiss had been. "Please don't hesitate for a moment in calling me, Phoenix. Good evening."

Okay, maybe he couldn't help pushing it a little further after all.

And he stepped towards the door, not even intending to open it.

[attorneyatlol]

Like he would ever want anything from Tyki. He considered saying as much and then some, just so he could get the last word in, and it took the reminder that Tyki might very well be going out to his death to keep Phoenix from shoving him out the door.

With his face still flushed to the roots of his hair and his fists clenched tightly at his sides, he trained his gaze on Tyki's back and finally said, "Good luck." It was almost painful to say through his gritted teeth.

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

Tyki glanced at him again, smiling with a bit less of an evil cast, the expression a bit more rueful.

"Thank you," he murmured, then turned away and stepped through the door. He disappeared without so much as a ripple to show his passage.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix stood there a while longer, motionless until he willed his muscles to relax and absently reached up to wipe at his lips again. His face was cooling off, but he was no less annoyed, and he took his frustration out by glaring daggers at the closed door.

[samuraiprosecutor]

It wasn't until the voices had died down completely that Edgeworth finally appeared in the hallway, dabbing at his chin with a small hand towel and glancing curiously at the door. Sigi trailed along at his heels, his gaze fixed, as usual, on Wright.

"You couldn't have kept him out of my bedroom, at least?"

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix nearly jumped out of his skin and whirled around, quickly dropping his hand to his side.

"What?"

[samuraiprosecutor]

If Edgeworth noticed the overblown reaction, he gave no sign. "If you felt the need to barge into my room, you might have at least done so alone. The visit was unpleasant enough without him invading my privacy."

[attorneyatlol]

"I..." It took a moment for the words to sink in, but Phoenix eventually shook his head and fixed Edgeworth with a half-hearted glare.

"Sorry," he said. He tried not to let his exasperation over Tyki's departure show, but he had a feeling he was failing miserably. "Keeping him out of your bedroom wasn't exactly my top priority."

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth gave a soft 'hmph' in response, and dropped his hand to his side, running his fingers through Sigi's fur. "Obviously, but if it had at least been a priority, I imagine this visit would have ended up as less of a home invasion and more of a...rescue mission, or whatever it was you intended."

He entered the living room then, came to a stop a foot before Wright and studied him for several moments, his brows furrowing.

"You plan to return to your apartment?"

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix didn't want to think about how the visit ended or how it could have ended or anything having to do with any endings at all right now. In fact, he would have been just fine forgetting about the entire day in general, impossible as it was. The sight of all the akuma and the piles of dust that used to be people... It made him ill just thinking about it.

"Eventually," he replied, and the tension in his body released with a sigh. He was absolutely exhausted. "Maybe in a couple days. In the meantime, I'll find a hotel or something..."

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth watched him a few moments longer, his brows still furrowed, before turning his attention to the thin strip of light shining through the open curtains that covered the balcony doors. There was a hesitation underlying his voice when he asked, "This area was cleared of the...things you described?"

[attorneyatlol]

As he ran a hand through his hair, Phoenix unconsciously followed his friend's gaze.

"The area around your complex was cleared," he said. "I don't know if that means they won't be back, though..." He turned to Edgeworth, hoping to offer what reassurance he could, but he was finding it difficult to muster the enthusiasm needed to smile. He tried, anyway. "I think you'll be fine. Just... don't answer your door for a few days."