One core trait of Phoenix Wright as a character that I rarely see discussed is how utterly evasive he is about his private affairs. It sticks out the most in AA4 when we see Phoenix from the outside, but "Phoenix won't tell anyone anything important unless he absolutely has to (and even then, he probably won't)" is by no means a new development for him.
From AA1 onwards, we see Phoenix dodge people's questions about his personal life time and time again. In part, this is by narrative necessity - Phoenix knows more than the player is meant to know in order to achieve the optimal tension curve. But AA takes his narrative shortcut and turns it into a real character beat.
Phoenix Wright is the most cagey fucker on the planet.
At the end of 1-1 Mia asks him how he came to befriend Larry and Phoenix dodges the question with a vague promise to tell her later - this also means that in all of his time working with Mia, he's never actually disclosed his full motivation for becoming a lawyer to her.
In 1-2, Maya asks him how he knows Edgeworth and he dodges, because of course he does. The same song and dance repeats at the end of 1-3. And despite Maya's repeated prodding by 1-4, Phoenix still has not told her a thing about his past. That's from October until December that Maya is left going ??? and her questions go nowhere.
Then, between AA1 and AA2, Edgeworth is presumed dead by suicide. Does Phoenix tell Maya about this? Absolutely not. He does not tell her in letters nor is he clear about it when they see each other again in person, months later.
What Maya gets once it's inevitable to talk is a vague 'he's gone' and no elaboration other than the request to not speak about him again.
This is Phoenix's default coping mechanism.
In AA3, there are numerous instances where he mentions forgetting Dahlia, not speaking her name again, etc. Edgeworth is 100% getting the 'person who hurt me too deeply to think about' treatment here.
But to not even tell Maya a vague overview on the matter, when Maya knew him too? Rough. And it just keeps going.
It's six months between telling Maya that Edgeworth is 'gone' in 2-2 and her finding out that 'gone' seemingly means' dead' in 2-3.
Maya complains about it, too. This isn't a matter of 'she never asked again', it's a matter of 'Phoenix is dodging all questions'. Gumshoe has to intervene in order for Maya to finally find out.
And finally in 3-5, does he tell anybody why he's going to Hazakura temple and why he seems interested in Iris? Absolutely not!
At this point we get Edgeworth openly acknowledging that Phoenix keeps his emotional cards extremely closely to the chest. When he states that he wants confirmation on whether or not he has met Iris before, this exchange happens:
Even as Edgeworth directly calls him out on being evasive and never actually speaking to people, all Phoenix can do is acknowledge that this is how he is by apologizing - but he won't change his ways.
AA4 Phoenix is really just a natural evolution of Trilogy Phoenix - Trilogy Phoenix is already evasive, already hates telling people about his struggles or accepting help... It's really no wonder that he'd isolate himself instead of reaching out once he gets disbarred.
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Hi I would like to say that this prompt is funny as FUCK and then feed the hmmk fandom hahahaha dw about my asry fic that still hasn’t started I’m just sillyyyyy like thattt
DGS 2 SPOILERS!!
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This takes place right before Yuujin returns to Japan, it’s very fluffy!! So be warned- and maybe ooc for Yuujin? I don’t think so but I’m not an expert on the guy. Here we go!
I looked out onto Dover with solemn eyes. How could so much tragedy take place.. yet this simple view remained as novel as the day I arrived?Perhaps that accursed day is when it all started. The tumultuous waves slid rose colored lenses over my naive gaze, masking the darkness of London in a shimmering scene. How could I have been so foolish?
Sherlock, my ever faithful partner walked behind me, it was a show of his own uncertainty, he always preferred to spur forward, always chasing some unseen horizon or superfluous mystery, I had once been the steadfast observer, following his footsteps with careful consideration. But this haste was not born of newfound bravery, it was born from a wilting rose, who pressed this bundle into my arms with her dying breath.
*’Iris.. her- her name is Iris..’*
Oh gods, how could a man bear such a burden? I was no caretaker, I abandoned Susato and fled to foreign lands, was this karma’s overdue penance? Coming like a fury to collect her debt? What if-
“Mikotoba.” I startled- Sherlock’s voice was filled with overwhelming emotion, had he been as shaken as I had? I turned back, facing him.
“You really must stop thinking so loud. You’re giving me a headache.”
I startled again, but this time, a laugh was ripped out, I could always rely on Sherlock to keep me grounded, I was giving him a *headache?* I’m sure he was mistaken! The baby was the culprit here! Crying all day and night! The detective looked a tad confused, I must’ve seemed insane, laughing at a time like this. Yet he shared such eccentricities, huffing some air as he watched.
“Yuujin, I do not take kindly to ridicule.”
“Apologies, partner, is that ever looming headache splitting your head open at the sound of my mirth?”
“I should think so, good man! It’s much to early to make that much noise!”
“Ahh, of course, what am I to think of your violin practice at three in the morning, then?”
Just as Sherlock tried to respond- the swaddled blanket in my arms giggled- it was simultaneously terrifying and one of the happiest moments of my life. I glanced at Sherlock to assuage his incoming irritation, but-
..He looked astounded. how brilliant- the smartest man I know being struck with wordlessness at something so simple- did he even understand the significance of this? Should I say something and encourage it or just bask in the awe of his bright eyes-
“Yuujin.” The detective hissed, ears flushing pink. “You are speaking your thoughts aloud.”
“..amazing..” I uttered, holding the baby- Iris- closer- if I did not know better I’d say he looked almost fatherly.
“..Sherlock.”
“Yuujin.”
I blinked rapidly, feeling a rush of youthful impulse. Not to mention an absurd amount of foolishness.
“Sherlock- I have something to say-“ I began smartly, “and I fear once I get it out- I will run to the nearest Steamship and then run some more. I’d like to do so while I’m still full of energy.”
My partner made a small sound of confusion, tilting his head like I was a puzzle he could not solve.
“Come now, Yuujin, you know a pretense as interesting as that is bait for the more intriguing statement.”
“I find myself stalling, like a coward.”
“Hmm, well then, out with it.” Sherlock smiles, crossing his arms. “You’ll need this early energy if you want to run.”
“One thing first.”
“That being?”
“Promise me we will still be partners.”
It was selfish, I was aware of it, highly aware, maybe the selfishness emboldened me to keep talking idiotically- but my tongue has slipped loose from violet ribbons holding me back, I held a beating heart in my hands and tasted apprehension in my mouth.
“..of course.”
And so I spoke, smiling with the light of the rising sun.
“I’m in love with you, Sherlock Holmes. I’m in love with that ridiculous brain that never tires, with the lavender smell of your hair on Saturday mornings. The cigar ashes I find in the kitchen. I love the quiet moments after a case where we sit so closely that I can see the speckles of black in your eyes. I love everything and anything you have and will continue to do.”
I pause for a moment.
“..and with that, I think I’ll run from you, if not only so you can gather your thoughts.”
I turned on my heels and ran for my ship, on a high of love and affection. This was not goodbye, but gods! Was I terrified of his inevitable response! Holmes chased horizons, I could only hope he would chase me too.
“YUUJIN!”
A glance behind me.
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Mikotoba had ran after his confession. Naught but a blue blur on the docks of Dover. I felt a sea of rage build, how dare he stump me like this again!! of course he’d find the one last problem, the only thread capable of tying me up.
He knew I would never tire of the chase, but we were supposed to run side by side!
…irritation mixed with unmistakable fondness rose up, so I did what I do best.
I chased him, reaching out for this red string that stretched across seas.
You know what I really need in fanfics? More confession scenes where one person drops the confessions then runs, fast as fuck, in the other direction.
Like, obviously they’ll meet back up eventually and talk about it (which is hilarious in itself they they would have to sprint to catch up while yelling why they’re like this) , BUT THINK ABOUT IT!!! It 1) give the other person a chance to gather their thoughts so the person confessing doesn’t have to sit in anxious silence and 2) allows the confessor to get it over with quick and overcomes that anxiety over confessing. Also it’s just fucking hilarious.
Like imagine your fav paring or whatever, they get to that part where one (or both idk) realizes their feelings for the other but they’re just anxious to be vulnerable like that or they fear rejection, whatever. One of them suddenly goes, fuck it, and they turn to the other. (Maybe they’re on a sidewalk, maybe their in a park IDK endless possibilities here) and they go:
“ok I’m about to say something, it’s nothing bad (I hope) and I’m willing to talk about it after I say it. I’m 100% serious, this is really not a joke. But I’m going to say this and run to (relevant location). Ok? Ok…. Don’t freak out… iminlovewithyou” *Cue maniac SPRINTING as fast as humanly possible in the other direction* (Bro I’m cracking up just typing about this)
AND THEN!!! You get to chose how they react after a few stunned seconds. Do they sprint after them? Do they shout to bring their ass back over to them? Do they race like hell to beat the other at the determined location??? I don’t know, but it’s hilarious as fuck and can transition seamlessly into heartfelt feeling talk.
(Thinking about this with specific ships is funny as hell too)
Idk I think of more fics had this trope we could all have a grand ol silly time instead of accidentally speed reading through confession schemes because the stress is too much then having to go back and re-read it to fully process it, as one does. You know?
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