#littleredtyrant

crybabyvessel​ / hastalababa / littleredtyrant

It was the small twinge in his little finger that had set him off. A feeling so unfamiliar to STEVEN - one that made him question if perhaps he had injured himself while cleaning his rocks earlier. It was not an uncommon occurrence for himself, there had been times when he had injured himself on sharp rocks and not noticed until morning. However looking down at the finger in question, STEVEN could not see any injury in question, but in the poor lighting of his bedroom, he could see the faint red trailing from his finger to the room outside.

Grabbing his phone he quickly texted <WALLACE> hoping that his friend also could see the same thing he could, receiving a reply of ‘What are you even talking about STEVEN?’ that he could feel his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

With that in mind he started at his finger once more, knowing that tugging the thread would be useless. Quickly texting his friend back, he informed <WALLACE> that he was talking about a cat doing tricks on television and decided to take a walk into Brieve instead. Taking his phone, just incase something bad happened while he took his walk, he left his apartment quietly. 

The bedroom was impeccable. The bed was neatly made and everything from the desk in the corner to the small bookshelf didn’t even have a trace of dust. It was a small room, but despite its size, there was also a table and a small t.v. In fact, the bedroom was so clean, it didn’t even look like someone lived there, save for the turned on lampon the desk.

“What? Were you expecting a warm welcome?” Scoffed a voice, hidden by the darkness of the room. “Always be polite, Yu.” He stated in a mocking tone. “Polite, calm and honourable.” He scowled. “That’s all I ever was: the perfect son. The top of my class, polite, respectful. I am inexistent; I have nothing that is my own. All I have is my parents’ beliefs, their morals, their ideals. I am but a shadow of a living boy, his true existence eradicated by his parents and rebuilt to be their own. Yu Narukami?” He scoffed. “He never existed.”

Yu found it odd. Here he was, trapped in Kouha's closet and yet it seemed like the male had not noticed. It had felt like an eternity had passed by - although if Yu was being honest with himself, it was probably more like ten minutes. He had done everything he could to attract attention: meow loudly, scratch the door, etc. It seemed like Kouha would never open the door.

And then Yu thought of a way to clear his boredom. He started playing with the Ren's clothes. He wore them like a hat, ran with them like a jersey, and tried to use them to grab the doorknob like a lasso. When Kouha finally did open the closet, Yu slid out on a pile of clothes.

Edgeworth looked on in awe at the spectacle that was unfolding in front of him. There he was. His father, Gregory Edgeworth standing tall and mighty, defending the victim who was accused. Defending the law against the evil prosecution who wanted the defendant in jail.

To him, his father’s job seemed to be the best in the world. What would be better than to defend the weak and defenseless? Nothing would ever come close to that. To be a defense attorney was his only goal, and he knew he would work to become the best of them all.

Beaming, he sat proudly in the court gallery, watching as his father did his job. Protecting whoever needed help, no matter their circumstances.

At the end of the trial, he ran down to the defense lobby, leaping into his father’s arms.

That’s definitely okay~ Ja’far is yours until 3/31.

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"Halfway there…" Tenryuu grinds out through her teeth. What a piss-poor condition she was in: nursing a plethora of bruises and cuts and hurting in a million places, even in ones she didn’t know could hurt, but she’s breathing. Still alive. God, one of them had sprung up on her blind side. Jerks. 

Once upon a time, the Mikawa’s had a plan for the dark-haired baby girl that came into the world that slate-grey winter day. Tenryuu was sure none of them involved said baby girl growing up to find herself in brawls on a daily basis, with morons possessing too-big bodies, or hidden knives, if their bodies aren’t big enough.