euphoria (miles edgeworth x reader)

four

I woke up to clicking and yelling.

There was a mysterious coat on me. I suppose it was a blanket.

But what startled me...I was in a room I didn't know.

It held formality and was decorated beautifully.

There were books and tea sets on a glass table.

The comfortable thing I was sleeping on was a red couch.

The room was quite dull, yet bright.

The curtains were closed but the sun still shone through.

I groaned, then realized.

I was in a random strangers room. And someone was fighting.

I shrieked.

I needed to get out of here.

Just a few seconds later, Prosecutor Hot rushed into the room.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't explain why you're here." He said, leaning by my side.

"Yeah! It'd be nice to know why I'm here!" I huffed.

"Uhh..err..I didn't know where you lived...I would've asked but...you were angelically asleep and..I couldn't disturb you..so I just brought you to my study room." He said, calming enough to calm me down.

I panted. "That explains things..but you could've awoke me."

He nodded. "I know. And I should've. I apologize if you heard the...squabbling...Von Karma doesn't really like guests. Particularly female guests."

"Von Karma?" I asked.

"Yeah. Manfred Von Karma. My adoptive father. Prosector? You must've heard of him."

"I have. But...I didn't know..he was your dad."

"Be careful with those choice of words. He's not my dad." He said, mentally angry.

"Right. Sorry." I looked away.

He sighed. "I'm sorry you're here. I truly am. I should've called Mr. Wright or Ms. Fey. They could've brought you to a safer place."

One thing I hate is people blaming themselves for mistakes. It's so...sad.

"Prosecutor Edgeworth..please..it's okay." I said warmly.

"Please, call me Miles."

Next step, eh?

I nodded. "It's gonna be okay, Miles. I'll survive."

He chuckled. "Of course you will."

I smiled and if this were any normal show, book, or any other cliche creation, we would kiss.

I knew it would happen because his eyes turned warm and I felt the aura of love. But we just met.

And if this were any cliche creation, someone would interrupt us.

And that's what happened.

"MILES HARPER EDGEWORTH!!!" A female voice screamed.

He sighed and walked out.

I heard him reply with "FRANZISKA VON KARMA!!"

I giggled at his reply and took my chance to look around.

I decided to look at the books first to see what he was interested in.

There goes the arguing again. What could I expect? He's a prosecutor for crying out loud!