100 Whooop! CT & JP Double 100th Song Chapter Celebration!
“This Is Ace Attorney”
Sung to the tune of
“This Is Halloween”
from Disney’s
The Nightmare Before Christmas
{Sahwit, Wellington, and Lance}
Boys and girls of at least teen-age,
Wouldn’t you like to see a series so strange?
Well, we’ll take you on a journey,
Through our games of Ace Attorney.
{Gumshoe}
This is Ace Attorney,
This is Ace Attorney,
Prosecutors keep on cutting my pay.
{Gant}
This is Ace Attorney,
Cross-examine a birdy,
Lawyers with Chords of Steel like a sonic boom.
They’re our games,
Object like Worthy,
In this series of Ace Attorney.
{Yanni}
I am the killer living in the boat shack,
Waiting in obscurity to strike back.
{Matt}
I am the villain hiding under your nose,
Hiring an assassin and stooping to new lows.
{The Gallery}
This is Ace Attorney,
This is Ace Attorney,
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
{Manfred}
In this series,
I call home,
Perfect records are ruined with the pursuit song.
{Judge}
In this series, don’t we love it now?
Everyone’s waiting for the next turnabout.
{Lana}
Check that photo,
A scarf’s in the muffler,
A contradiction’s waiting to be found,
And you’ll-
{Winston}
Objection!
This is Ace Attorney,
The Rookie Killer knows no mercy!
{Lang}
Intrigued yet, pup?
{Trucy}
Hey, that’s really great!
[Space]
Voice your case,
Up the ante,
Look inside my magic panties,
Force Polly to be my assistant every day and night!
{Athena}
Everyone object!
Everyone object!
{Widget}
In our series of Ace Attorney.
{Kristoph}
I am the murderer with the skull-shaped scar,
Lost a poker game and went way too far.
{The Phantom}
I am the wraith without emotions or care,
I can be anyone and anywhere.
{Blaise}
I am the monster running the P.I.C.,
Launching the franchise with a single penalty.
{The Gallery}
This is Ace Attorney,
This is Ace Attorney,
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
{Armstrong}
Zee Ace Attorney!
Zee Ace Attorney!
{Ahlbi}
We’ve got strange people to spare,
It makes the games more fun, I swear!
{Betty}
That’s how we are,
{Bonny}
But most of us lack fury,
{Betty and Bonny}
In our series of Ace Attorney.
{Meekins}
In this series, sir! I-
{Judge}
Don’t we love it now?
Everyone’s waiting for the next turnabout.
{Franziska}
Phoenix Wright ruins all of my perfect cases,
Objecting like a fool.
I’ll whip him ’til he’s on a gurney!
This is Ace Attorney,
I object perfectly!
{Pearl}
Mr. Nick’s Mystic Maya’s special somebody!
{Maya}
My friend Nick’s the King of Comebacks,
He’ll buy me burgers right after this song!
{The Gallery}
This is “Ace Attorney”,
This is “Ace Attorney”,
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
Ace Attorney!
{Edgeworth}
In this series,
I call home,
The truth’s always found with the pursuit song.
{Everyone}
Ob, ob, ob, (Ace Attorney! Justice for All!)
Ob-ob-ob, ob, ob, (Trials and Tribulations! Apollo Justice!)
Ob-ob-ob, ob, ob, (Dual Destinies! Spirit of Justice!)
Ob-ob-ob, ob-ob-ob,
{Phoenix}
Objection!
Notes
JP: My turn! Happy October Everyone! My special milestone song-fic takes place after the DLC case from Spirit Of Justice, Turnabout Time Traveler, aboard banquet hall within the Flying Chapel after the wedding of Sorin Sprocket and Ellen Wyatt. Being the sucker that he is, Phoenix somehow gets roped into cleanup duty after the reception with his trustee BFF agreeing to help him. I hope you all enjoy this double chapter of our Celebratory Chapter 100, with me kicking off things (and CT’s own homage the 100th Milestone following right after) with a dash of romance – dedicated to requested Teardrop1013 on A03 and Phaya lovers everywhere!
Happy 100th Song-Fic celebratory greetings to all! 😊
CT: Meanwhile, as Phoenix is proclaiming his love for Maya in song-form, Pearl, who is standing in a nearby doorway with her sleeve rolled up in preparation to slap him to within an inch of his life if he chickened out, slowly slides out of the room without her feet leaving the ground. I swear, considering that Phoenix has managed to remain unscathed for nine years despite denying both Pearl her fantasy of him marrying Maya and Trucy her desire to have a new mommy, Phoenix truly invincible and lucky beyond belief.
“Gonna Be My Bride”
sung to the tune of “The Other Side”
from the musical film
The Greatest Showman
“Refresh my memory again, please.” Phoenix Wright expelled an exhausted groan, his bunched-up biceps showing visible strain from the weight of the pile of dirty dishes he had just grabbed off another banquet hall table. “How exactly did we end up being honored guests at the nuptials only to wind up being part of the cleanup crew right after?”
The Kurain leader, who’d somehow abandoned her task of gathering the champagne flutes off the table because she was too busy trying not to blush at the tantalizing view of her former employer’s back muscles bunching up under his vest – he’d long since ditched his trademark blue suit jacket – had needed an extra moment to realize the question had not entirely been rhetorical.
“Because Ellen deserved a break, Nick!” She replied with forced blitheness, trying to appear unaffected at the sight of the sweat drops rolling down the tanned column of Phoenix’s neck, as the strenuous labor had resulted in him undoing a couple of buttons on his white shirt. “I thought she and Sorin deserved a head start on their much-deserved honeymoon since she already did the cleaning up after her first disaster of a wedding – surely the blushing bride couldn’t be expected to do it again?”
“Fine. Then I suppose the newlyweds can consider this to be their wedding gift, courtesy of the Wright Anything Agency,” he grunted in response as he grabbed another heavy stack of plates. “I couldn’t afford to get them much of anything since I’m still playing off the expenses of my spur-of-the-moment trip to Khura’in a few months ago!”
The exertion from hefting the stack of bone china had resulted in the glistening beads rolling from his forehead to now be trickling down his throat to his chest, exposing a glimpse of chiseled pectorals. Maya had to put down her tray of crystal glassware to prevent it from dropping as the sight suddenly made her mouth go dry.
Mystic Ami help me! When did the Old Man man get over that so-called back pain he got in West Asia? And when in the name of the Holy Mother did he get so sexy? Somehow in the last decade, Nick went from being Dork Man to DILF Man!
Phoenix had returned from the kitchen, having unloaded his latest pile of tableware, and was now rolling up his shirtsleeves.
The titillating display of surprisingly strong, corded forearms, as naked as the day he was born, made fleeting contemplations of swooning dance within the necromancer’s head.
As she unabashedly ogled both his neck and his arms, the Kurain head was unable to decide what she wanted to eye-bang more. It was a toss-up betwixt the corded strength of those displayed arms, all golden and warm under the reception hall candlelight, or the strong, tempting neck and teasing glimpse of his bare chest. Altogether, all that virile manliness on display at once was making the spirit medium suddenly feel inexplicably dizzy.
In an uncharacteristic case of observance, the spiky-haired man noticed his friend looking slightly unsteady on her feet and strode over, extending his palm and pressing it against her burning forehead.
“Maya, are you all right?”
I have no idea! But I’ll just chalk this up to the world’s most serious case of wedding fever, she thought wildly. How else to explain my reacting like such a ridiculous fangirl over my best friend who I’ve known forever?
The jagged black brows were knitted in concern.
“Take it easy! There’s no need to overwork or tire yourself needlessly – we have all night to do the cleanup.”
“I’m fine,” she cleared her throat nervously and jerked her face away from his examining hand, her cheeks flaming. “But we will be here all night if it’s just the two of us! I’ve already called Pearly for reinforcements. She and Trucy are on their way.”
“You called Truce? And Pearls?” He seemed surprised. “But the rest of the cleanup crew is still milling about – we’re really just an extra set of helping hands. Don’t you think it may have been overkill?”
“Welp, Ema took off with Klavier, Mr. Anti-Marriage Edgeworth took off like a bat out of hell the minute the reception was over, and Athena wasn’t going to be of any help since she was obviously in a big rush to go home and Skype with her not so secret boyfriend Apollo, so I didn’t have much of a choice for backup. And naturally, I had to call in the big guns with Pearly! Her cleaning skills at your disaster office last year are evidence that my little girl can handle far bigger messes than this!”
Maya couldn’t resist this golden opportunity to yank her former employer’s chain. At that moment, she was especially eager to resume their normal friendly banter, which was far more preferable to these latent unnecessary feelings within her which were getting harder and harder to suppress.
“In case you need the reminder, Old Man, I did send her to clean up your office last Christmas which apparently was a total pigsty! The girl is a miracle worker … Although she did claim you’d gotten extra lazy because you were so lost without me while I was away training!”
Even though she playfully stuck out her tongue to indicate she was busting his chops as always, Phoenix knew his erstwhile assistant had no idea how much validity there was in the squib. He had been feeling completely down in the dumps until he had gotten that letter from her, which had not only cheered him up but given him the brilliant idea of holding a trial in the exploded courtroom in the fateful case that had finally exonerated Simon Blackquill.
However, at that moment for some reason, having Maya point out how morose he’d been without her made him feel uncomfortable and inexplicably defensive.
“That first year I got my badge back was a rocky one, at best, what with exploding courtrooms and the like,” he retorted curtly. “Not to mention a cryptic employee suddenly morphing into the Lone Ranger due to his mistrust of our newest Wright Anything Agency addition! Everyone gets a little bit sentimental around the holiday season – I never claimed to be any different!”
Maya was taken aback by the uncharacteristically gruff tone. Normally, the mild-mannered lawyer reacted with an affected air of resigned acceptance whenever she busted his balls – she’d been completely unprepared to be on the receiving end of such vituperation.
And the Turnabout Terror still wasn’t done with the rebuttal.
“If you want to talk schmaltzy, overly mawkish moments, I could easily rib you for the way you, Athena, and Ema chased after poor Larry for accidentally catching the bridal bouquet, which you were clearly gearing for!” He put his hands on his hips, obviously enjoying her flustered reaction and lack of response. “It sounds like all those soap operas you’ve become glued to lately have come to a head! Since when did you get so mushy about girly, corny things like becoming the next bride, anyway?”
The Master felt as though she’d been slapped in the face. Even though she was now a grown woman and no longer the wide-eyed teenager she’d been when they’d first met, ipso facto, Phoenix had never gotten past seeing her as his late mentor’s pesky kid sister. Moreover, it was glaringly evident he still saw her as the same scrawny, burger-loving kid he’d constantly had to bail out of bum murder raps. Even worse, he barely even registered that she was even a female possessing feminine wants and needs, like marriage and a partner to love. Knowing this, while feeling about him the way that she did, hurt more than if he had physically struck her.
In all actuality, she’d died a little inside.
Without another word, she hastily turned away from him before he could see the telltale redness of her now stinging eyes.
The baffled Comeback King wasn’t sure what to make of this unanticipated reaction, but as she busied herself with putting more glasses on her tray, he saw that her fingers were trembling now.
Holy Shiitake Mushrooms! Is she crying?
“Maya, what’s wrong?”
That was when he swore he heard a slight sniffle. A heavy feeling of remorse, coupled with a side of alarm, raced through him.
“Aww … double whiz fish and fiddlesticks! Did I upset you or something? I didn’t mean to, honest!”
The village leader still refused to look at him, or even turn her head in his general direction as she continued with her task, giving him no choice but to take her by the shoulders and turn her reluctant form to face him.
Maya’s ivory cheeks were now burning red with embarrassment by his combative words, contrasting even more than usual against those exquisite dark orbs, which always bore so much vibrancy and strength despite the years of tribulations. At first, Phoenix thought he had imagined the signs of looming tears until he raised her reluctant chin with his finger and saw the liquid beads shimmering at the corners of her eyes.
Well skull-fuck a duck and call me Felix!
As he studied those lovely irises, the glittering specks of deep brown infused with lighter hues, he felt a sharp pang of regret at the pain he now saw there; hurt that he had somehow caused.
Damn you, woman! Even when I win… I still end up losing. No battle of wits is worth hurting you –even if I’m not even sure how I did it!
He was torn between the senseless urge to facepalm and the irrepressible need to gather her into his arms and apologize for being the cause of the agony reflected within those mocha depths.
Maya Fey always knew how to get under his skin. Now she’d somehow made him feel guilty when all he’d been doing was defending himself from her relentless haranguing! To this very day, she was the only woman who had somehow, against his will, stayed in his heart for over ten lonely years.
She’d gotten so beautiful over time. Almost heartbreakingly so. Whenever he was around her it took all his willpower to fight the yearnings he’d not felt since his naïve and jejune college days, when he’d fallen in love for the first time. But he was no longer young, and foolish though he might be, he had no place for such complications in his life right now.
“Please don’t cry.” He reluctantly dropped his hand, which had been idly cupping her chin, and stepped away from her while affecting his best cajoling tone. “I never meant to hurt your feelings. I thought we were just doing our usual back and forth jesting – I didn’t mean to take it too far…”
“No, it’s fine,” she replied dully. “I mean, I’m pushing 30 and have never known any sort of love or romance beyond those soaps of mine, which you claim are nothing more than a cleaning product. Therefore, it makes sense that you’d wonder why on earth I’d ever want to get married and have a family. That’s something only real women want, right?”
Before the astonished man could reply, Maya shook her head ruefully.
“Anyway, whether you see me as one or not, Nick, I am a grown woman now – a worldly Kurain Master. I’m no longer the starry-eyed, small-town girl who first became your assistant.”
“Maya, I never meant…”
She held up her hand to stop the interruption.
“For your kind information, the village elders have been strongly pushing me towards creating the next Fey heir, since I’m not getting any younger. As a matter of fact, they’ve been in touch with a world-renowned matchmaker to find a suitable husband and arrange a marriage for me.”
He reeled back in shock at the news.
Holy jumping Moses in a sidecar! This day is nothing but insults and punches to the groin!
“Sweet crustacea of West Asia!” The DILF finally croaked, feeling his stomach plummet to his feet. “Arranged marriage? Matchmaker?”
“Funny you should say, West Asia, because that’s exactly where I’ll be returning to when I go meet the man potentially chosen as a betrothal candidate,” Maya returned loftily, raising her chin. “I wasn’t sure about proceeding with things up until now, but I guess that bouquet toss awoke something in me and made me realize that I don’t want to die alone, Nick. Get that dopey look of disapproval off your face … It’s not as antiquated as you think. Many cultures out there still have arranged marriages, which tend to have a lower divorce rate than traditional love marriages, statistically speaking.”
The brunette was so busy trying to seem unaffected and detached that she completely misread Phoenix’s expression to be one of disapprobation. If she hadn’t abruptly turned her face away again, she would have noticed how now that he’d finally lifted his jaw off of his chest, her friend’s mien had turned 50 shades of green, and if anything he looked like he was about to be sick.
She spun on her heel, about to head towards the kitchen with her filled load of crystalware.
“I’m sorry if the news came as a shock to you,” she continued crisply. “I wasn’t sure how to bring up the subject prior to this. However, now seemed as good a time as any. When I go back to the village tonight, I’m going to tell Mystic Matilda that I’ll be prepared to journey back to Khura’in in the next two weeks.”
Phoenix felt as though he’d been given a sucker punch to the gut.
His best friend was leaving the country – leaving him! – yet again?! And this time, when she came back, it wouldn’t even be as a renowned Master – but as another man’s fiancée?! Or worse… As another man’s wife?!
The mere notion made him feel positively ill.
Holy white salted fish on a Triscuit – I can’t let that happen!
“OBJECTION!” He shouted to the spirit medium’s retreating back as she headed towards the kitchen. “You – you can’t do this, Maya! I – I won’t allow it! I forbid it!”
His over-the-top reaction at what she assumed was simply instinctive fear of being left alone again was almost comical. Historically, between refusing to take cases for months on end and refusing to shave or wash his hair during his hobo phase, Phoenix always did tend to be a hot mess whenever she wasn’t around, whether he wanted to admit it or not!
The forbidding part sure was a nice touch though!
“You’re hilarious, Nick.” Maya rolled her eyes and pretended to offhandedly flip her long raven hair off her shoulder while casting him a backward glance. “Since Apollo’s been gone, you can’t even forbid your underaged daughter from her semi-homicidal tactics of using Athena as her onstage assistant in the name of magical entertainment! What earth makes you think that you have the right to…”
Her words trailed off as the act of turning around made her nearly fall right on top of the blue attorney, who had somehow sidled up squarely behind her and was presently regarding her with a pleading expression.
“Jiminy Christmas, Old Man!” She exclaimed. “You nearly gave me a heart attack! You are not Bambi so quit skulking up behind me like a deer in the forest!”
Without uttering another word, Phoenix suddenly dropped down to his one knee, and the psychic’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head as her mind began spinning.
He couldn’t possibly be… No, of course, he wasn’t! She was merely being a ridiculously fanciful maiden yet again and was simply reading too much into things. This was no different from all the times she’d wistfully, yet erroneously, believed that even if the man of her dreams saw her as a little sister, he at least acknowledged that she was of the female persuasion!
“What, in the name of Lady Gaga’s diamond-encrusted bustier are you doing down there, Nick?” She attempted to sound flippant while somehow managing to conjure up a giggle. “Did you need to tie your shoe and then get stuck down there because your bad back came back for an encore? Do I need to help your geriatric behind get up again?”
Phoenix didn’t reply to the baiting jest. Instead, he stretched out his arms, palms turned upward, indigo eyes now staring up into hers with an imploring expression.
It was do or die time now. There was no turning back. This inevitable moment had finally come.
For as long as there is breath in my body, I cannot – will not! – allow Maya to belong to anyone else. Not when she is the only one who can lift me up when I’m down, even with a simple letter, when nobody else can. She’s the only person on earth that ignites not only the fire in my heart but my passion for anything and everything in life. Every fiber of my being – down to my very gut – is telling me that this is the right thing to do. I can no longer let the complacency, fear, or demons of my past stand in my way. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says. This feeling is so good that it cannot be ignored. I’m going to follow my bliss and act upon this glorious halcyon sensation. A joy I only feel when I’m with her.
“Marry me,” he blurted out, unsure of what else to say. “Please don’t marry somebody else, Maya. I need you. I – I love you.”
The tray of glasses in the astonished psychic’s arms went crashing to the floor as her hands flew to her mouth. Nonetheless, both remained mindless to the countless shards of glass flying in a million directions. Their gazes were solely fixed on one another as the rest of the room, and the universe around them seemed to disappear.
Phoenix swallowed hard.
“I’m not interested in light little flings, skin-deep attractions, or long loveless marriages. With you, I only want a raw, full-blooded connection, to share a bond full of passion and breathtaking adventure. After all, love is not a pastime but a privilege.”
The Kurain Master was speechless for the second time that night – but this time, instead of lament, the tears that were now flooding her eyes were ones of surprise, elation, and wonder. Encouraged by the happy glow radiating on that ethereal visage, the earnest legist continued his speech.
“Maya, you are like the ocean. Breathtaking to look at, strong enough to not be destroyed, and gentle enough so others find comfort in your presence. I don’t know how I managed to be so blessed to be one of the lucky few who finds not only that when I’m with you, but an unmatched bliss and wonderment unparalleled by anything else I have known, or ever will know, in my entire life.”
“Pinch me,” she whispered tearily, clasping her hands against her chest. “I must be dreaming … yet this is so far beyond my wildest hopes and dreams! Do you really mean it, Nick? You truly want to marry me?”
Rising gracefully to his feet, Phoenix gave a debonair, Miles Edgeworth-inspired bow, took one of Maya’s hands and placed a swift kiss upon it, then did a quick pivot on his heel before flashing her a jaunty wink.
[Phoenix]
Wright here and now
The final turnabout
Hope to turn things around
Pray that you’ll heed this
Please marry me
Cuz we are meant to be
After the misery and the strife we’ve been in
You are my miracle and beyond wonderful
Crazy and zany, won’t you be my lady
You’re unconventional, but fate’s intentional
Burger Queen you’re the one for me
[Phoenix]
On bended knee here I will pray
That you will wed me Maya Fey
‘Cause you’re all that I’ll need
Please spend your life by my side
My love will you become my bride?
Girl you know it’s true that we were both meant to be
My heart’s a lock and only you hold the key
Take me as your everlasting guy
My love will you become my bride?
[Maya]
Is this a whim? It’s making my head spin
I never could have dreamed that this could happen
I’m shocked, you know
And I will tell you so
We’ve been just friends thus far it’s all so sudden
For so long I’ve loved you, I will admit it’s true
Yet friendship’s one thing, marriage ain’t no small thing
But I’m under your spell that’s the truth in a nutshell
I’ve fallen for that man in blue
[Maya]
On my feet I start to sway, my mind’s a spin of disarray
It’s come down to this there’s no more room to run or hide
Cuz Nick asked me to be his bride!
Take those vows and say “I do”
Is what you’re asking of me
If Pearly heard this I know she’d squeal with glee!
Oh, Nick!
Would this mean you’re really mine?
If I agree to be your bride?
[Phoenix]
I have been so lost since we have parted ways
All those lonely nights that I wish you had stayed
[Maya]
Whenever I’m with you, I never cry or frown
Always buy me burgers when I’m feeling down
[Phoenix]
Recall all those times that I fought for your three acquittals?
Thanks to me your crime record’s clean
Seeing your tears left my heart aching
That Khura’in case was pure groundbreaking!
Aren’t I a risk to be worth taking?
But in the end it’s up to you…
[Maya]
I can’t deny that we’ve grown much closer lately
But these ain’t poker game stakes that we’re making!
[Phoenix]
It’s no bluff we’ve shared a decade of attraction
A kiss would be heaven come on let’s make it happen!
[Maya]
I hate myself for swooning! When did you get this fine?
[Phoenix]
Forget the pretty words let’s go and get those lips on mine!
[Maya]
Kiss me!
The legal legend gently cradled the psychic’s chin in his palm, and as she raised her face up him, he tenderly slid his hand upward to caress her now rosy cheek, softly running his thumb over that dewy, beckoning Cupid’s bow, which parted in anticipation.
Chest heaving now due to the erratic palpitations of her heart from his intimate touch, the diviner couldn’t tear her gaze away from that masculine mouth. During all the years of presumed unrequited ardor had come acknowledgment of just how much more attractive the object of her affection had become over the years. Like a fine wine, he’d only improved with age; even gotten younger looking to a certain degree, somehow! Nonetheless, this was the first time she’d noted just how handsome his lips were. Lips, she had always felt, were just lips. Purposeful, yes. Well-designed, fine specimens in this case, absolutely. But she had never been an aficionado of lips in the past, a fact she now admitted with no little sense of regret upon viewing the pair Nick bore. Undisputably, she’d made a critical oversight in not realizing that she had been missing something. In this case, this aesthetically pleasing set that hovered just above her own would certainly be a source of pleasure.
Well, she certainly wasn’t going to compound her follies. Her shortcoming of overlooking this physical attribute would have to be swiftly remedied. As immediately as it took her to kiss him.
Christ on a Sunday, Old Man, you’re moving slower than a snail on a treadmill! Could you just festinate and plant one on me already? I’m dying here!
As much as Maya appreciated the tender persuasion bit as much as the next girl, at that moment she knew she was going to lose her ever-loving mind if that so-smoochable-they should-be-illegal lips of his weren’t on hers this instant!
Although he couldn’t resist a slight smirk at her sudden impatience, the juberous man’s pulse was pounding like a jungle drum. His courage wavered as he leaned down, hovering with his lips only inches from hers, while she seemed to be struggling with the decision to keep her eyes open or closed. It suddenly dawned on Phoenix that this was not just their first kiss – but undoubtedly Maya’s first kiss as well. Therefore, he needed to make sure it was worthwhile and memorable! But damned if it hadn’t been over a decade since he’d locked lips with a woman – not since his college days! – and now he wasn’t even sure he remembered how! The art of kissing, he hoped, was surely the same as riding a bicycle though …
[Phoenix]
Must ensure…worth wait…
[Maya]
Now!
The impulsive beauty snatched his tie then, crashing that delectable mouth against his before he could finish the thought.
Out of pure reflex, the defense attorney softened his lips, his eyes closing at the same time as hers did.
It was a softer kiss than she’d expected from him, full of promise, yet no pressure, but all the love in the world was spoken in that instant, without another word needing to be said.
The famous Betty Everett song was right on the money.
If you want to know if he loves you so, it’s in his kiss.
Maya wrapped her arms around Phoenix’s neck as he pulled her tightly against him and gently deepened the kiss. She felt her heart pounding and her ears ringing, and giddily wondered how she’d ever managed to go this long without knowing the tender sweetness of his embrace.
It was as though their lips belonged together, just as much as they did.
The new lovers were both panting slightly when they finally pulled apart.
[Phoenix]
Now you’re mine
[Maya]
YES!
“Sis told me a soulmate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most.” She reached up and placed a soft hand against his cheek, a warm glow flooding through her as he turned his head and kissed her palm. “The one who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. That’s you, Nick. It’s always been you.”
“All these years, my heart was yearning, and unknownst to me, the tides were turning. I needed something real. Something, someone, that nobody could steal.” His heart was nearly bursting with exultation. “That I somehow earned your love shines through me like the brightest of suns. Thankfully I don’t have a clue how God has given me the work of art that is you.”
She flashed a cheeky grin as she peered up at him through her lashes.
“Well, sweet-talker, it looks like you have yourself a brand-new fiancée!”
“What I have,” he corrected her with a chuckle, “is a future Mrs. Wright with lips hotter than a thousand blazing suns!”
[Phoenix, Maya, Both]
We won’t be led astray from the pledges we made today
Cause you’re all that I’ll need, my future will by your side
Gonna be your bride!
Take those vows and say “I do”
And that goes double for me!
My heart’s a lock and only you hold the key
Take That! Together we can soar so high
Phoenix Wright Freedom Express Ride!
Take those vows and say “I do”
(Future’s by my side)
And that goes double for me!
(She’s gonna be my bride)
Say “I do” then climb on for the ride!
Maya Fey’s gonna be my bride!
As the songbird duet finally came to the halt, the newly betrothed man impulsively bent down and swiftly captured his bride-to-be’s smiling mouth in another lingering kiss that left them breathless.
Standing outside the reception hall, the now starry-eyed Pearl Fey, whose acolyte robe sleeve had previously rolled up in preparation to give Mr. Nick the mother of all slaps, was now grinning from ear to ear, having secretly witnessed this whole jubilant event from her longtime childhood fantasies finally come to life.
“What’s up, Pearly?” Asked Trucy Wright, who’d ducked into the bathroom upon arrival, missing the whole thing. A puzzled frown marred her smooth forehead as she watched her pseudo sister literally hug herself with glee. “What are you so smiley about? Do you really love cleaning that much?”
The radiant beam directed at the magician that spread across the teenage spirit medium’s face would have put the sun to shame.
“Come on, we’re out of here, Truce!” Pearl announced gleefully, grabbing her soon-to-be actual sister by the arm and dragging her towards the exit. “Let those two handle this mess by themselves – they never get to spend time alone together anymore! You and I have more important things to do!”
“I don’t get it!” The bewildered illusionist was huffing while struggling to keep up with the quickened pace of the dreamy pretzel-haired girl, whose feet appeared to be floating off the ground instead of walking. “Where are we going?”
“Dress shopping of course! How do you feel about matching bridesmaids’ gowns?”
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