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General Rule Of Society//Make Yourself

Title: General Rule Of Society
Fandom: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth
Summary: Phoenix and Edgeworth on election day. That is all.
Rating: PG for possibly offensive political material?
Author's Notes: I didn't write this with the intent of bashing one party or the other. I'm a Democrat, but I respect Republicans too. And I know this screws with the timeline, but ROLL WITH IT. Written for mission_insane , for the prompt from an unthemed table: 'Know'.

It was a tense moment, to say the least.

They had always quietly tiptoed around the issue of politics, but with the state that the country was currently in, it was impossible to avoid. Still, whenever Phoenix and Edgeworth talked politics they always rubbed each other the wrong way and the conversation ended up either dying or in disaster. They feigned nonchalance as they glanced at the TV, Phoenix smirking when he saw Obama take Pennsylvania with a crushing force. Edgeworth conveniently pretended not to notice the projected electoral votes in the corner.

“Still rooting for McCain now, Edgeworth?” he taunted, swishing around a bottle of root beer. Because everyone knows that real men drink root beer. His friend kept his mouth tentatively shut, lest he spew off something undignified. Miles Edgeworth attacks with dignity, not vulgar phrases and lowly insults, like his defense attorney friend. Still, seeing an admired candidate losing quite terribly to a dreaded Democrat was disheartening.

“Face it, America’s moved on. Look at what the Republicans have done in Washington for the past eight years. We’re smarter than that this time around—“

“If you’re wise, Wright, I’d advise for you to keep your mouth shut and allow me to watch this.”

“What, Faux News? You’re only watching them because they agree with your messed up opinion—“


Phoenix huffed and slammed the root beer bottle down on the side table. “You know what? At eleven, I’ll be making fun of your sorry ass for picking the losing guy.”

“And you only agree with Obama’s policies because you’re teetering on the brink of welfare,” Edgeworth returned coolly, folding his arms.

For a moment, the attorney appeared serious, almost offended. “That’s low, Miles Edgeworth.” Forget the fact that he was at his house, drinking his root beer, sitting on his sofa, watching his LCD screen TV. Forget the fact that he even allowed Phoenix into his home out of the nonexistent goodness of his heart. Phoenix was here to blatantly mock him, with no good reason at that.

10:30. The clock was ticking.

“Here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen—and it looks like Barack Obama will be the 44th president of the United States of America!”

The excited shouts from the park in Chicago were immeasurable. Edgeworth tried to focus on this instead of Phoenix’s ecstatic screaming, which was like a wound to his heart.

“Ha ha, in your face, Edgeworth! I told you that America’s not a total dumbass! For the people, by the people—“



“I will see to it that you don’t have any clients for the term that Obama is in office.”

Title: Make Yourself
Fandom: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Matt/Maya
Summary: Once you hurt yourself, it's difficult to stop. Multichaptered.
Rating: PG-13 for now, may go up in future chapters.
Author's Notes: Lolwut? This is for 50lyricsfanfic , prompt "It's a cold day in a cruel world, I really wish I could've saved you; then who would save me from myself?"


“It’s a cold day in a cruel world, I really wished I could have saved you;
Then who would save me from myself?”


He was pretty sure that having no human contact—real human contact—for this long wasn’t healthy.

To be honest, he didn’t mind. He hated having to put up with other people’s shit all the time anyway. This was better…

Or so he told himself. He couldn’t gauge how much he had changed in this place, mostly because he had nothing to compare. He had forgotten the people of two years ago well enough to move past the events. There was no use dwelling on things that were already done. If he still couldn’t bring himself to feel anything even remotely close to remorse, what was the purpose?

This said, he was justifiably surprised when one of the guards called out roughly, “You’ve got a visitor, Engarde.” He was only shocked because he couldn’t think of a single person who would want to see him. His case has garnered national press, leaving a very bitter aftertaste in many fans, he’d guess.

Following the guard to the visitor’s room, he saw the last person he’d ever expect to see here.

“Do you remember me, Mr. Engarde?” she whispered. “I’m the girl who was kidnapped because of you.”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to come here. Maya was, in all honesty, scared shitless of the man in front of her. But she needed to ask him a few things. She had already predicted his answer to many of them, judging from what Nick had told her about him. It was worth a try, anyway. It wasn’t as though he could lunge at her and strangle her to death, right?

Damn. Now that mental image would not go away, and she found herself growing more fearful.

He looked severely discomfited, almost frighteningly so. “Really? What brings you here, anyway? Come to laugh at the fallen star?”

She had partially expected that. Shaking her head, she looked at him straight in the eye and said, “Look, I just want to ask you a few things.” As an afterthought, she added, “It’s not like you have anything better to do, right?” Maya knew she was right. He probably distanced himself from the rest of the crowd, thinking he was better than them. In all honesty, though, he was the worst; he was too ‘good’ to have the blood on his hands.

He clenched his fists and glowered, getting more and more irritated. “Why don’t you go talk to your lawyer friend if you have questions? There’s nothing I can answer that he can’t,” he hissed.

Patience, Maya, she told herself, and she took a deep breath.  “He can’t tell me why you’re like this. He can’t tell me the real reason you had killed Mr. Corrida. Even if you didn’t tell him, you owe it to me to explain.” It’ll be the only thing you’ve done that’s right in a while, jerk.

His expression changed from infuriated to curious. “…That’s why you came?” Matt’s voice had changed from hostile to mildly surprised. Although it looked as though she wouldn’t have much trouble from here on out, she still had to keep on the defense.

She nodded solemnly. “I’m not going to say anything other than that…”

“Are you going to stay away from me after this little interrogation?”

“I swear.”

He folded his arms. “Go for it, then.”

Matt was holding back so much contempt and bitterness that it almost hurt. He had promised to be civil, though. He wondered what she had expected when she came here. That’s right; she had never met him before, had she? This girl—Maya Fey, that was her name—only went by what her lawyer boyfriend had told her.

He grew irrationally livid at this thought. Phoenix Wright hardly knew anything about who he really was. He could try to base everything on a couple of conversations, but it would be wrong. So very, very wrong. And now that he had instilled the image of a ruthless killer in her head, she wouldn’t even come back. Even though he had said he didn’t want her to come back, he had been lying through his teeth. If she was the only one who was willing to come see him, so be it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was human, and he needed someone.

She opened her mouth, but nothing would come out. He quirked an eyebrow.

“What? Having second thoughts?” he taunted, smirking. With any luck, she’d back off from asking questions. She was the one pulling the strings here, and he didn’t like that. Having no control was the one thing that Matt hated more than anything else. Still, it had been his paranoia that led him to crash and burn, and he couldn’t forget that.

She shook her head vigorously, saying, “N-No! It’s not that, I just…don’t know where to start first. I guess…why don’t you trust anyone? That’s not natural…”
He narrowed his eyes and tried to think of a believable answer. He had never really asked himself that question, curiously enough. It seemed pointless in the long run; trust was nonexistent, nothing more than an elaborate illusion created by people who wanted to suck you dry of everything you had.

“There’s no reason to trust anyone…they’ll just turn around and stab you in the back. What’s the point of trusting anybody after getting hurt more than once?” He laughed bitterly, adding, “There’s no such thing as trust anyway. At most, it’s naïveté. Something we came up with to tell ourselves that people actually care about us.”

Her mouth hung open slightly, apparently not believing what she was hearing. “How can you say that? Why do you think that way…?”

“Because I’m not blind like everyone else. I saw what others didn’t. They were blissfully ignorant.” He looked directly at her, watching a rainbow of emotions cross her eyes. “And you’re one of them, aren’t you? You placed your faith in that incompetent lawyer when you probably would’ve gotten killed because of him—“

“Because of you!” she shouted suddenly. “That ‘incompetent lawyer’ is more of a man than you could ever even hope to be!”

There weren’t any proper words that could describe what he felt when she said those stinging words. Ultimately, he knew she was right, but he was still too prideful to admit that. Wright had kept his cool in a situation where his best friend’s life was hanging in the delicate balance. He had caused hell for too many people; Adrian, Wright, Celeste, her…This whole thing was so fucked up, and he had forgotten about it well enough until Miss Fey here came and brought everything back.

No more civility. If she wanted to play like this, then so be it. “Look, you little bitch, you don’t know anything about me, so why don’t you go run back to your boyfriend and tell him about how much you hate me?”

She didn’t look the least bit fazed. “Wow. There are a lot of things wrong with what you said, you know.” Placing a tentative hand under her chin, she looked at the ceiling. “First, I know enough about you to make a conscious judgment, right? And I don’t have a boyfriend…if you think Nick’s my boyfriend, you’re wrong. I’ve never even held hands with a guy yet, and I’m almost twenty,” she said, slightly amused. “But…really? I don’t hate you. I’ll be honest, I’ve tried, but I can’t.”

He didn’t know what to say.
Matt Engarde just didn’t know what to say to her.

This wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. He seemed to be a lot less contemptuous than she thought. He was just incredibly cynical. Well, that was the nice way of putting it, anyway. In any case, this had gotten easier as she progressed. Maya knew that as long as she was the one asking the questions and maintaining control, then she wouldn’t be cut down.

Smiling softly, she said, “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought you were. A little rude, and maybe a bit of a bastard, and it’s hard to look past what you did—“

“Get to the point, please.”

“I don’t think you’re that bad. That’s—That’s all.” She shrugged her shoulders, knowing he’d probably say something to refute that or make her think otherwise.

Matt just looked at her for an uncomfortable amount of time, scrutinizing her. “You’re a strange chick, you know that?”

She waved her hand. “Please. You don’t know the half of it.” He probably hadn’t heard of what happened at Hazakurain, and even if she told him he wouldn’t believe her. “If you think I’m strange just because of this, then you’d think I’d belong in a freak show if you knew me in the real world.”

His eyes narrowed, and he frowned. Uh oh. What did she do now?

“If…that’s such a useless word. What’s the point of thinking about the could-have-beens?”

She bobbed her head from side to side, trying to think of a valid answer. “Well, it’s abused a lot of the time, but I don’t think it’s that bad. But that’s not really important, is it?”

He looked at her like she was a crazy person.


“What? Strange? Insane?” she asked, folding her arms. “You’re one to talk. At least I don’t kill people. Just an observation.”

“If you’re just going to mock me, you can go do that elsewhere.”

She laughed. He was awfully prideful, wasn’t he? Maybe that was part of the reason she was so intrigued by Matt; he was so different from her. What could be considered inhumane and loathsome to most people was interesting to her. He had caused a hell of a lot of grief for many people, and it was hard to look past that—and she couldn’t look past it, either—but at the end of the day he was just a person. Even if Nick didn’t want to believe that, it was true. Having a good conscience wasn’t necessarily a requirement for being human.

“Why the blank stare all of a sudden?”

“Huh?” She ran a hand absently through her hair. Had she spaced out? “Oh. Um, sorry. Things haven’t been so great for me lately, and I tend to do that a lot,” she mumbled, talking more to herself than to him. “But you wouldn’t understand, would you?”

She didn’t need an answer to that question, because she really didn’t understand it herself.

There was much more to Maya Fey than what met the eye, he concluded. By the way her eyes avoided his, she was hiding something pretty damn serious. He wasn’t about to go and ask for her life story, though, for multiple reasons. He didn’t care, and if she ever did come back, he didn’t want her to act different.

A lie was a lie, but right now that was all he really wanted.

“Mr. Engarde?”

She said his name with such a calm, serene voice that he had forgotten what it was like to be regarded with an air of genuine respect for who he really was instead of the person he pretended to be. It made him feel…satisfied? He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what he was feeling, but he was feeling something, and really, that was all that mattered.


“If you manage to get out of here while you’re still young, what are you going to do?”

Wow. He hadn’t thought about that, mostly because he had resigned himself to the fact that he’d never get out of here. Then, she knew much more about the law than he did, working for Wright and everything.

Matt opened his mouth to answer when a cell phone went off.

Maya blinked in confusion and frowned. “I thought I turned this thing off?...Hello? Oh, hey, Nick. No, I’m just out running a couple errands and getting something to eat…I didn’t bring Pearly because she can get exhausting sometimes, you know?...”

Just hearing her talk with that inept attorney made his blood boil, especially with that affectionate tone. It was irrational and completely idiotic to feel that way—he knew that she had a special bond with Wright—but he just wanted to have some undivided attention for once in a long time. She looked at him but laughed at something Wright had said. Was that on purpose?

“No, I’ll be there in a few minutes, Nick. It’ll be a couple of days before I leave for Kurain, so we’ll have to get everything done in that time. I won’t let you relax for a minute…oh come on, what would you do without me? I’m the one who files all the papers and carries all the boxes around. You’re the one who does all the easy work—“

She suddenly flinched, her eyes growing wide. “That—that time was different, okay? L-Let’s not bring it up again. I’m not nervous, I just don’t want to talk about it right now! Not when I’m he—Fine, I’ll come home now. Bye.”

He watched her hand press the off button and noticed that her hands were shaking immensely, almost frighteningly. Maya swallowed and tore her eyes away from the phone to look at him.

“Sometimes I wish he’d leave me alone…” she murmured, voice broken. Sighing, she just stared at him, completely defeated. “Now you see why I’m not his girlfriend. He’s more like the brother I never had. If someone was that controlling in a relationship, I’d call it abusive.”

Matt rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. He reasoned that the last thing she wanted right now was his input.

“But I’m going now. I didn’t talk to you as much as I’d hoped, but hey, a promise is a promise. I’m not coming back.”

There were times where his charisma—at least, what he’d like to call ‘charisma’—failed him. This was one of those times. What was he supposed to say to her? If he said, ‘No, you can come back,’ he’d look like a fool. But he couldn’t let her walk out the door and never see her again. Maya Fey was his only hope of ever coming close to human contact. She had given him a second chance where no one else would, and he wasn’t about to let that slip away so easily, even if she wanted it to.

She had been completely caught off guard when Nick mentioned ‘that’ case in the middle of a very casual conversation. What were the chances that she was here, talking to the criminal, and he made a reference to the very case the aforementioned criminal was involved in?

Maya shook her head. It didn’t matter anymore. She would never see Matt Engarde again.

“Wait a minute, Miss Fey. You can’t just walk away so easily.”

She turned around and tilted her head to the side. “Why’s that? I thought you wanted me to go, anyway.”

He was visibly uncomfortable, but he tried to maintain his composure, or whatever was left of it. “I don’t have anything here…you’re different. I had already given up. People hate me. Understand?”

Maya nodded slowly, not liking wherever this was going.

“That said, how would you feel if someone showed you something you had wanted for the longest time, and before you can even think about it, they take it away from you? It would be…disappointing, wouldn’t it?”

The malicious smile he was wearing did not bode well in her subconscious. What was she going to do? Now he expected her to come back, and she couldn’t…she couldn’t bring herself to betray Nick like that, because that’s exactly what it was. By associating with the enemy, she compromised her relationship with Nick. For what it was worth, she valued his relationship much more than the almost nonexistent one she had with Matt.

And that was precisely what she was afraid of more than anything else; that she’d find herself in too deep with him.

“So, Miss Fey, what are you going to do? I obviously can’t force you to do anything, but how would you feel if you were in my position? Or are you too scared of getting caught by Wright to do anything?”

She narrowed her eyes and said, “You’re right. You can’t force me to do anything. Goodbye, Mr. Engarde.”

She left there, knowing full well that she’d be back.


June 2009

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