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Truth in the Matter

by Lost Souls

Lost Souls Miles' mind works a lot different from most people. This is what he feels and thinks all the time.
Ever since he could remember, Miles had always had a thing for just about everyone. He could see the beauty in the simplest of details and the biggest of wounds. He was only seven but he was able to love the world for the delicate detailing that he could see in the trees, plants and even the sky. But Miles was never an artist, in fact, art was his worst subject. He always had a part of himself that he couldn't express in any way shape or form. That was why when he first met the new kid in the class, he was absolutely speechless. The boy had short spiky black hair, that reminded Miles of a porcupine or something along those lines. His eyes were a somewhat muddy brown, that brought back memories of melting chocolates and playing in the rain all at once. His face was somewhat rounded, somewhat square and Miles found it cute. The suit that he was wearing didn't help at all, and Miles fund himself staring at the kid's body. The suit was well fit, black with a white suit shirt, and the most beautiful stormy blue tie he had ever seen. Then the boy introduced himself, and Miles knew that he had to find a way to express his gift to the kid who had stopped his heart.
Miles hadn't noticed exactly how long he had been staring, or how spaced out he had gotten because when the teacher, Mrs Shoyete, stormed up to him and yanked him out of the class by force, he had a miniature heart attack.
"Mr.Edgeworth!" She had snapped, waving a large grubby finger in his face. "I don't know what has gotten into you, but you better straighten out be for I get you sent to the special education class!"
This wasn't the first time she had threatened, but it had been the last. Right as he got back into the classroom, he was sat at the front of the room, so she could keep an eye on him. Then she told the new kid to introduce himself.
"I-I'm Pheonix Wright." He responded, in a shy and timid tone, that made Miles go red in the face. The boy was scared, to scared to move, and Miles decided he would help.
"I'm Miles Edgeworth, it's..." Miles paused as he slowly realised that he was standing, right beside Pheonix, blushing still quite brightly.
"Are you alright Miles?" It was the soft voice of Pheonix Wright. es felt his face burning even warmer.
"I...Yah, I'm just not good with words." Miles admitted and Pheonix smiled brightly.
"That's alright, I don't really like to talk all that much either. In fact, I think this is the most I have ever talked to anyone." That was when it happened. Mrs Shoyete grabbed both of them by the shoulder and yanked them to the office.
The principle was a fairly understanding man in Miles' opinion, and actually quite nice. His name Shin, Woe Shin and he had always been supportive of his students, even the special ed ones.
"What seems to be the matter Mrs Shoyete? You don't normally bring me, two students." He has asked looking up from his coffee mug. His soft grey eyes the colour of a brewing storm.
"They were disrupting the class, and are both unable to properly communicate. I think they both need t be in special ed!" She hissed and Mr Shin just chuckled.
"I thnk that these students are very familiar Mrs Shoyete, don't you?" He smirked. "Miles Edgeworth and Pheonix Wright, ace attorneys at one point if I'm not mistaken. But there was an incident with a time machine. Lots and lots of memories loss. I think they need a transfer to the Special Cases room."
With a sigh, Mrs Shoyete nodded. She had a feeling that they would have ended up there anyways. They were famous in the real timeline. Now along with many others, had no clue about what had happened, or who had been friends vs enemy. Rivalries had gone out the window. It was something many people had been able to see, but not all. It was something that Miles didn't quite understand. It was the first time in a long time, Miles collected a piece of logic. 'Why do so many people recognize us?'