Caged Heart: A NaruMitsu Fairy TaleWhen love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
-Kahlil Gibran, On Love from The Prophet
There was once long, long ago and far away an Emperor with a heart encased in ice. He was as beautiful as a sculpture, with his dark grey hair, sharp bangs that surrounded his handsome face and dark grey eyes that looked out on the world. Cold, distant and remote, he was the ruler of his land and had been for many years. Others thought of him as being a marble statue made of stone and with a heart of ice, untouchable, unfeeling and without emotions.
Whispers among the courtiers said a woman had broken his heart, and this was the reason why he closed himself off. There were those who dimly rememb
After All This Time--Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Resolutions
May 8, 1888
She is a ghost.
Helena Young, the young woman who had hired us to find her lost fiance, is a ghost.
With these words reverberating in my mind, I almost missed Miles turning right at the stop and I didn't notice for a few precious seconds that he had turned right. When I finally did, he was a good fifteen paces ahead of me and I had to hurry in order to catch up to him.
"Where are we going?" I asked, panting hard as we raced around the corner and sprinted across the street, narrowly missing a cart laden with fruit and vegetables that was slowly creaking toward us, the driver cursing us roundly as we weaved in and out away from him.
"To Carter Street," he yelled back, jumping over a puddle close to the sidewalk and sidestepping a noxious pile that was next to it. "I noticed there was an address sewn into the black band which I'm assuming is the wearer's address so I thought that might be one way we could solve this perplexing mystery and t
After All This Time--Chapter 4
Chapter 4: We've Been Hired By A Ghost
May 8, 1888
We took the relevant parchment that we needed and packed up the rest in an uneasy silence. Once we had completed our task and put the boxes back on the dusty shelves where they belonged, we opened the door and called out to the rector whom we knew to be in one of the rooms.
Presently, we heard his faint voice acknowledge our call and we waited in the gloom, his footsteps coming toward us.
Miles was silent for some time and I wondered what he was thinking about although I had a good idea what was oppressing him at this point since the same thought was on my mind, too.
I looked at him.
“It's a puzzle worthy of Sherlock Holmes,” I mused and Miles nodded in agreement. “Nothing about this case makes any sense and I'm hard pressed to come up with a reasonable explanation for the facts that we do have.”
“Agreed.” Miles looked thoughtful as he considered the facts of the case as t
Phantom LoverShadows dancing,
skin on skin, a phantom voice
calling my name
A whisper on the wind
Phantom breath tickles my ear
A soft whisper, "My love, I love you... I'll always love you..."
Why can't I forget? Why can't I heal?
Why can't I leave him in the past?
Why does he haunt me still?
The one I loved more than any other
I love him still,
My beloved phantom...
-Lament by Phoenix Wright (1st anniversary of Miles Edgeworth's death)
WhispersCan you hear me, Miles?
I'm dreaming of you again tonight.
Grey hair and eyes stick in my memory,
Your voice whispers words of love in my ear...
My body aches for your touch and your love.
*Whispers gently: I am always with you, my beloved...*
Can you hear me, Miles?
I miss you so badly...
I didn't have a very good day today
With everything going wrong,
And nothing going right.
I wished that you were here to soothe my hurting heart,
Your hands would gently banish my fears, to help me face another day.
*Whispers tenderly: I am here by your side; reach out and touch me, my beloved...*
Can you hear me, Miles?
I'm angry with you today for leaving me,
For abandoning me to face this life alone...
Why did you leave me, Miles?
I don't understand...
I'm really hurting
And I need you...!
*Whispers softly: I never left you, my beloved. Extend your hand; I am there close by...*
Can you hear me, Miles? I'm so lost without you...
My heart hurts and
Life In Two ActsThe sun has risen on another day
The world spins in an unchanging, unrelenting
Dance that it has danced for millennia
Time marches on in it's own irrevocable fashion
And We who Are dance to it's Tune
Fatalism swelling in Our Breasts.
What are We, then?
Man, woman, child? All Three or only One?
Something More? Something Less? Something Mysterious, Something Unfathomable and
Are We a mockery? Are We all We can and could Be?
All of us on the stage to play our parts
Whether they be preordained or self-inflicted
We have our roles, our consciences, our loves, our hates, our
Prejudices. Our Weaknesses. Our Lies, to Ourselves
And to Each Other.
Who are we, then?
What is it that burns in our blood? What is it that burns in our minds? What is it that
Burns in our Souls?
What is it that binds us together?
What tears us apart?
Are we doomed to Inconsistency, Inconstancy, Irreversibility, Irrelevance?
What is it that makes us what
Who are We?
What are We?
Are We merely Blood and
Miles Edgeworth, NemoMy name is
I live alone
In the dark shadows
Wanting to venture into
Imprisoned in the
I AM NEMO
I have no friends
I have no family
I have nothing
MY NAME IS NEMO
I AM NEMO
I am someone who lives
With my pain
With my past
With my memories
With my ghosts
With time gone by
With blood on my hands.
I AM NEMO
I cry out from the darkness
Pleading for someone
My father dead
My mentor a murderer
I am Nemo
The No one
The Body without a Soul
The Mind without a Spirit
The heart without the love
And tender affection.
I live in the Darkness
Alone, villified, wandering
Nothing can comfort me
All men are against me
My heart is cold but yet
My name is
Little Place of Forgetting-13
Chapter 13: Hunters Prelude
Kaine and Umbrae watched Phoenix sleeping soundly, their faces matching grim masks. For some reason that they couldn't fathom, they felt restless and cagey and couldn't really make head or tail of the reason why.
It all came back to the slumbering man that lay chained to the back wall, of that they were sure of. Kaine's eyes narrowed.
"Something's wrong," he said tersely and Umbrae looked up at him in surprise at the venom in his words. They had been standing here for some time in silence, listening to the raspy breathing of their prisoner. He'd been unconscious for some time after they'd given him his last dose but at least he wasn't giving them any trouble which left them free to indulge themselves in other activities as they chose.
"Wrong?" Umbrae echoed, his brow creasing in puzzlement at his lover's words. "How could anything be wrong?"
"I don't know," Kaine admitted, his eyes flickering to the shadows flitt
All Things Being Equal-20
Detective Gumshoe's Office
I waited in Gumshoe's office, my foot tapping impatiently as I awaited his return. I sat there in turns glumly, staring intermittently at the ceiling, the wall and back to the ceiling again and then in irritated impatience since I couldn't imagine where he'd gotten to and what it was that was keeping him. The last I recalled was that he had to take a phone call and had gone into the hallway in order to do so. The point being that he should have been back by now.
About fifteen minutes had passed since then and I wondered where in the world he was and why he hadn't come back in since I was pretty sure that he must have finished the call by now. I sighed with agitation, my foot tapping the tiled floor relentlessly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. It was odd; there was so much frenetic activity going on in the hallway outside but, inside, it was eerily still and silent.
I waited a few minutes more, my hand cupping the left s
Little Place of Forgetting-12
Chapter 12: Last Call
The days seemed to crawl at a snail's pace here in the dark and I had no concrete idea of just how much time was passing or how much had already passed. Every day seemed the same, with nothing to separate it from any other of a thousand days. I had no idea, really, of what was going on outside of my prison. Time had ceased to have any meaning here.
Kaine and Umbrae had been down to visit me again-along with taunts and threats, kicks to the side and a few slaps thrown in for good measure-a day or so ago; I hadn't seen Dr. Benson for awhile and I wondered at both his cryptic last words before he'd left on his last visit: "I'll be back in a few days to see you again. Be safe and don't tell them about me... It's far safer for you if you don't..."
What, exactly, had he meant by that? I'd mulled it over and over for some time in my still foggy brain and I was no closer to an answer now than I had
The Stars Above
November 18, 1815
The Assembly Room
Wimpole Street, London
Phoenix Wright settled himself more comfortably on the cushioned chair and took a moment to take a look at his surroundings. He was dressed in a simple, yet elegant outfit: blue coat, black waistcoat, white shirt, pink cravat, tan trousers with white stockings and black leather shoes. He'd dressed more carefully than he usually did since he had a meeting with someone who would, he took his pocket watch out of his fob pocket and looked at it, arrive soon.
In the meantime, he was free to scan his surroundings. The tea room in the hotel was elegantly decorated and he couldn't help but goggle at how the chandeliers seemed to be made of carved crystal, with diamond shaped bangles that dangled from delicately wrought strands that hung in perfect loops across the base. The square tables were set up in orderly rows, white linen napkins lying on the top of the white lace tablecloths that covered each of
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