One day, an old guy who was bald but had a beard and had a name I don't really know because I'm a n00b to the Phoenix Wright game series was walking through  a forest. He got lost. But while he was lost he found a pretty garden, so that made up for him being lost. "Oh, what a lovely garden! This makes up for me being lost!" He said to himself. He decided to take one for his three lovely daughters. "I think I will pick one for my lovely three daughters," he said--wait. He's imitating the narrator. ...Why do I--"Oh look! I'm not lost. I will now return home to give this to my lovely three daughters!" He then rode his horse--wait a second, I thought I was supposed to narrate him find the pathway or--wait! No! Not the scene break! Not ye--

-scenebreak-

"Hello, my three lovely daughters!" The man/judge said cheerfully as he walked into his household.

"But, dad..." said one who had a halo over her long, dark hair. "You have two daughters. ...The other one's a guy."

"Now, now, my daughter-who-is-so-thin-I-touch-air-instead-of-her-shoulder, I think a father would know who his children are."
"...I'm not thin! I'm DEAD!"

He chuckled. "Why not you go talk with your sister who you always talk to."
"You mean Phoenix?"

"Yes, her. You're teaching her to cook, aren't you?"
"And how to be a lawyer."
"Hahahah, silly daughter, girls can't be lawyers."
She sighed. "I give up..."

Dinner was served by the klutzy Phoenix, who almost spilled the stew on his older sister. Luckily she disappeared to her other sister, who managed to catch Phoenix in time before all was lost.

After dinner was eaten, their father had a big smile on his face. "Now, my three daughters, I have a wonderful gift for you all."

"Dad...I'm your son--"

"Hush, Phoenix," the father was already reaching into his robes. He pulled out a rose.

"That's pretty!" Phoenix exclaimed.

"Very nice," commented his not-floating sister.

"...You picked that from a garden off the trail in a dark and creepy forest, didn't you?"

The father/judge blinked. "I what? How could you tell?"

"The way you're holding it, it has lots of thorns, the way it was cut--or torn--off the bush, and the pollen. Oh and it's color. It's a red that's two shades richer and bloodier than your average not-creepy-garden garden variety." She said wisely.

Phoenix marveled at his older sister. "Wow, sis! That was amazing! I only caught the way it was torn off and its color!"

His translucent sister smiled.

"Okay, bed time, my dear daughters!"

"But--" Phoenix began.

"Don't bother," whispered his non-translucent sister. "Just smile and nod."

"Okay! Smile and grin! I can do that!"

So Phoenix smiled and grinned and went to bed.

-scenebreak-

The next day, Phoenix sat up in his bed and yawned. "YAWN. Wow. That was a nice sleep. I'm going to go to the market with my sisters because I like them and enjoy objecting the guys who hit on them."

So Phoenix and his sisters went to the market.

As they were off at the market, their father was happily tending his own garden.

"Tralalala, I am happily tending to my own garden."

When suddenly, there was a loud banging on his door, and it was much louder than his gavel.

"Oh my! There is a sudden loud banging on my door and it is much louder than my gavel!"

The two girls' and unfortunate man's father stopped happily tending to his garden and opened the door to greet the most-probably-not-at-all-happy stranger.

"Why, hello most-probably-not-at-all-happy stranger! Has somebody stolen something from you?"

A towering man clothed in a thick, frilly cloak leered down at him. "Yes, as a matter of fact, somebody has stolen something from me." He said, his eyes sparkling menacingly.
The judge-father blinked. "Oh my! Who was it? Would you like my floating daughter, my non-floating daughter with long hair, or my non-floating, short-haired and gendrly confused daughter to defend your case?"

The man stared at the judge-father.

"...You have until tomorrow to leave me one of your daughters in exchange for stealing my rose. Do not comply and I promise you will not enjoy the consequences."

The old man would not stand for that.

"I will not stand for that!"

"Would you rather you had no daughters instead of two?" He sneered.

The old man decided two was better than none.

"Okay. Two is better than none. ...Where am I to leave one of my lovely three daughters?"

The frilly-cloaked man's eye twitched. "In my garden. Where you stole the rose."

"...Can I have directions for that? I can't get lost on purpose in the same place twice."

The man produced a slip of parchment. "Use Yahoo! maps if you're that inadiequite with navigation. Farewell, bald judge-man who seems to lack any ability to comprehend how extreme my punishments are." He then disappeared as if he was never there.

The judge-father blinked. "Oh my! What am I to do!?" He was in quite a predicament. How could he choose which one of his daughters to give up? "How am I to choose which one of my--"

The door flew open.

"Fatherfather!" Phoenix called out as he ran into the house. "I found a perfect recipe that big sis is gonna teach me!"

"Father," asked Phoenix's older, not Mary Sue-winged sister, "What is the matter? Our door has some very slight dents in it and you seem to be one shade lighter. Is there a problem?"

"Yes," said their father, "There is. I am to give one of you up."

"Give one of us up?" Gasped the not-translucent sister.

"Father! That is preposterous!" Gasped the translucent sister.

"....You don't want to hear the new recipe?" Pouted Phoenix.

The judge-father sighed. "My three daughters....I...I do not know if I can give any of you up! I have stolen a rose, and for that, I must give one you up to the frilly-cloaked man!"

It was silent for a moment.

".........He's asking one of us in exchange for a third-rate creepy-forest rose?" Asked the sister that floated.

"...Actually it seems more fourth-rate to me," commented Phoenix.

And it was then the judge-father made his decision.

"I have made my decision!" He announced.

"Who!?" Asked all three.

"I choose you, Phoenix. You...maybe this frilly-cloaked man can help you become the woman you really are."

"Wait what??" Phoenix's jaw dropped.

"...That is full of so many wrongs..." muttered the youngest sister.

"B-but...father!" Phoenix cried. "Why would you do this to me?!"

"It is...for the best of our family!" The judge-father sobbed before running off to drown his sorrows because Phoenix was to depart tomorrow. "I must drown my sorrows because you depart tomorrow!"

-scenebreak-

Phoenix walked down the path, Yahoo! maps in one hand, the stolen rose in the other. "I think I got lost too early..." he squinted at the map. "Yah...it said to get lost four miles after the threatening looking trees and then to get lost ten miles after the dried out thorny bushes. ...Looks like I got lost six miles after those bushes--OW!!" Phoenix crashed into something. "Who the heck leaves a freaking rought-iron gate in the middle of-ooh...pretty garden..."

The young man was too distracted by the beauty of the garden to notice that the gates opened for a number of minutes.

"Oh look! The gate appears to have been open for a number of minutes. ...But is this the right place?"

"Yes," boomed a voice. "Enter. This place is now your home. But, you most obey three rules and only three rules. Rule number one: You are not to enter any locked door. Number two: You many not lay eyes upon me. Number three: You are to not object me."

"B-but...I like objecting things. It's so much fun..." whimpered the man.

"...............NO."

"Okaaaaaaaaaay...."
Phoenix slowly entered the courtyard and into the towering castle of towering gothicness. "Wow..." Phoenix marveled at the beauty of the castle. "Oh, uh, hey, ominous voice guy who wears a frilly cloak? I just thought you should know, I'm a dude, not a chick, so...I hope we can be friends...and you know, it's never good to have a friendship based on lies or anyth--"

"I know you are a man, Phoenix," snapped the voice. "Only an idiot would not notice such a thing."

"So...you're just some lonely, grouchy guy who needs fashion advice then? I can do that. My big sis taught me lots of things!" Phoenix said with a grin.

There was an ominous silence edged with frillyness. "...Just drop off your things in your room and come down to the dining hall for dinner. You must be hungry after getting lost so many times."

"Oh, wow! Thank you so much! You know, for a hermit with bad fashion, you sure are nice!"

"...How do you even know that my fashion is bad? Not that it is bad..." replied the voice that seemed to come from the air itself.

"Anybody who doesn't show themself must have horrible fashion. That or they've got one bad facial hair problem. Or both. Or--"

"Silence!" Boomed the voice.

"Okay..."

-scenebreak-

Phoenix sat at the end of the very, very long table. "...This table seems a bit too long for somebody who lives on their own..." he commented. "And I'm sorry about that bad fashion comment. This blue blazer's very nice, actually..."

A shadow on the other side of the very, very long table sighed. "I told you, for the last time that was the donate-closet you went through...that suite looks awful on you."

Phoenix stuck out his tongue. "Well I think it looks nice, so there. And if I'm going to be imprisoned in here forever and ever and ever with some lonely hermit with a really pretty garden that I barely even know, I think the least you could do to make me comfortable is let me wear the clothes I wanna wear."

"...I am ashamed about the fact that I cannot argue with such logic."

Phoenix smiled. "Why thank you. ...So now what?"

"I retire to my study. You are free to wander the castle as you--"

"Wheeeeee!!! Spooky castle!!" Phoenix squee'd, already darting off to wander the castle.

"...Wish." Finished the annoyed shadow.
Phoenix wandered the castle many times. It wasn't until about a week later he was bored.

The young man sighed as he flopped down onto an overly-puffy chair. "SIGH. It's so lonely here...and six-hundred and forty unlocked doors out of six-hundred and forty-one can only be so interesting for so long..." he stared at the ceiling when an idea came to him. He let out a gasp. "GASP! That locked door! I should look at it! But wait....frilly hermit told me to not go in any unlocked doors. ...But only one's locked, so that only makes it a locked door, thus singular and not plural, thus I'm not breaking any laws." He grinned. "Fantastic!"

Phoenix then bolted up and rushed to the locked door. He hummed his own theme music as he did so until he reached that locked door. Carefully, the blue-suited man looked around. "Hm..." Phoenix examined the fancy doorknob. "There are scratches...either he suffers from vertigo and has trouble unlocking it or has oversized claws." Phoenix poked at the knob. It moved. "It's unlocked.. ...Guess I'm not breaking any rules here..." he opened the door and stepped in...

...To then trip over a torn up chair.

"WHAH!" He yelled as he tumbled over. Phoenix righted himself to see a lovely, glowing rose. A rose that looked very much like the one his father had picked. Only glowy and sparkly.  "...Pretty..." he said, walking over to it.

A bone-shaking rawr erupted from around the room. "HOW DARE YOU ENTER THIS ROOM!" Boomed the familiar voice.

"Huh!?" Phoenix whirled around to see a towering, hairy figure of a man in a frilly cloak, this time pulled down enough to reveal his frilly-sleeved shirt. He looked horrendously angry, and the fur covering his entire body did not help the not-creepy factor.

"You entered this room uninvited," he growled.

"Objection! It was unlocked," Phoenix said with a smirk.

The beast gritted his teeth. "...And you just objected me. You have broken two rules. Do you know what that means?" Snarled the man.

"...I lost the game?" Tried Phoenix, a nervous smile on his face.

That only caused the beast to rawr.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry--...hey, what's your name? I just realized that if I'm gonna be living with you forever and ever and ever, I should know your name."

The frilly man-beast blinked. "...What?"

"Your name!" Phoenix said with a smile. "What is it?"

"..........You can call me Edgeworth."

"Okay! Hiya, Edgeworth! I'm sorry for entering this room uninvited, even though that wasn't breaking a rule, and I'm sorry for objection you, where that was a broken rule." He held out his hand. "Friends?"

Edgeworth eyed him, half stunned, half resentful. ".............." He simply shook Phoenix's soft, human hand. "Phoenix...I suggest you head for bed now before I change my mind and snap your arm in half..." Edgeworth tightened his grip.

"Right!" Phoenix squeaked before darting off.
Phoenix woke up the next morning, the sunlight pouring in from one of the many oversized windows that his room had.

"Good morning, starshine, the Earth says hello!" He chirped and stretched. An idea then came to him.

"Oh! I know! I'll make something super special for Edgeworth, as he is being so kind as to let me do whatever I want in this big castle except for let me leave which vaguely reminds me of a vampire book I read. ....Which must mean he's nice!" He hopped out of bed and quickly changed into his blue suit.

"Maybe I'll play the piano for him as a nice way to wake him up..."

Phoenix did just as he had planned, save for the burning of the toast, the near exploding of the pancakes thanks to misreading 4tsp of baking powder for 4 tb of baking powder. Oh and the whole mistaking the organ for a piano too.

"What is that racket?!" Rawred Edgeworth as he stormed down the stairs, frilly cloak flowing after him. He was about to smash whatever it was that was making that racket when he saw that it was Phoenix.

"Oh. Wright. You."

Phoenix looked up. "Mornin', Edgy! I made you breakfast!" He grinned.

"Yes, I smelled it from my tower...listen....do you enjoy other things besides wrecking cursed persons' kitchens and smashing their antique instruments?"

"Why, of course!" Phoenix hopped up. "Wait are you cursed?" He asked, his jaw dropped.

A muscle in Edgeworth's jaw twitched. "....Yes." He said through gritted teeth...fangs...sharp pearly whites?

"No way! I thought you had some hair problem but I didn't want to say anything at risk of sounding rude."

"..........Just follow me. I'll explain as we go."

"Okay!"

So Phoenix followed Edgeworth through many rooms, hearing his somewhat emo-tastic story of being a rich jerk.

"And that is how I became the beast I am today," finished Edgeworth.

"Not because you dissed Opera?"

"No...why--who--...never mind. Here we are." He stopped in front of a set of very heavy doors. He then opened them dramatically to reveal a huge room full of books. So many books it made the Library of Congress (which didn't really exist in the time this legend was made...) seem like George Bush's library. "Okay, swirl around all dramatically like you love it so I don't have to feel like such an as--what are you doing?"

"Prancing around the library all dramatically like I love it so you don't feel like an ass?" Tried Phoenix.

"..." Edgeworth said nothing, deciding that would be the safest way to keep his brain cells from imploding.

"I have a special evening prepared for us later tonight. Arrive to your room at seven sharp--"

Phoenix gasped.

"Are we going to do each other's hair?!" He squee'd.

"No...what on earth gave you that idea?"

"That's what my sisters did."

"...You're graceful. I thought I would see if you could dance."

"...Isn't that a bit awkward? I mean, you're a cursed rich guy. I'm a poor gifted guy--"

"Just get to your room at seven sharp, where what's in the REAL closet and meet me in the ball room. Understood?" He barked.
"Okey-dokey, artichokie!"

Phoenix entered his room, after a long bath, at seven sharp, skipping his way to the closet. He opened the closet doors to discover a wonderful yellow suite, frilled at the sleeves. He let out a gasp. "GASP! It's such a cool looking suite even though it has frills! I bet this is what he wanted me to wear to the ballroom!" Phoenix quickly changed out of his blue suit into the yellow one.
"This looks cool. I just hope I don't step on Edgy's feet...he doesn't look like the kind who'd forgive that," commented Phoenix before leaving his room. He made his way down to the stairs and after getting lost for five minutes, found himself in front of a very large set of doors. "This must be the ballroom..." he thought aloud.

Phoenix reached out, ready to open the doors when they opened themselves.

"Whoa! How'd--oh. Hiya, Edgy!" Phoenix waved to his captor/friend. "You look nice in not-so torn or old cloaks," he complimented.

"...Thanks." Edgeworth managed to force a smile. He then bowed and held out his hand. "Would you care for a dance, Wright?"

"Sure!" Phoenix chirped, taking Edgeworth's claw. "So what kind of dance are we going to try first? Your household objects aren't going to start singing, are they?" He looked around, half curious, half apprehensive. The young man didn't like the idea of inanimate objects singing possible love songs.

The beast-man cocked a thick eyebrow. "No. What on earth made you think that?"

"No reason," Phoenix said quickly as he and Edgeworth made their way to the center of the ballroom. "So what kinda dance?"

"What kind of dance," Edgeworth corrected automatically. "I mean...I think a simple waltz would suffice, don't you think?"

Phoenix nodded his head rapidly. "Yah! So who's gonna be the man?"

Edgeworth almost lurched, as if he was choking on his own spit, which he of course would never do, as he is Edgeworth and Edgeworth does not choke on his own spit. "Lead? I think I will lead. Your father did not seem like the type to teach you or your sisters how to do any proper ballroom dancing."

Phoenix thought for a moment. "Yah, that is kinda true. My older sister did teach me some, though. But yah, you should be the man." He said this with a grin. "So, lead the way, man," he then laughed.

Edgeworth rolled his eyes before carefully placing one hand on Phoenix's waist.

"So what's with this curse-thing?" Asked Phoenix as they began to dance. "Is there anyway to break it?"

Edgeworth let out a sigh. "To the point, aren't you? Yes, there is a way to break it."

Phoenix took a small step to the left, following Edgeworth. "And...?"

"...True love breaks the curse," he said after a long moment of hesitation.

Phoenix almost tripped over his feet. "What?!"

Edgeworth cringed. "Please, don't think--"

"That's so cool!! My younger sister would probably know who you could talk to for that! I mean, I can't really offer my sisters...one's dead and I don't think you're a necro, and the other, well, hey, she's my younger sister! What kind of big brother would I be to just say "Here, take her! She's my younger sister, so do what you want, I don't care LOL.""

Edgeworth almost stopped dancing but stopped himself. "I...see."

Phoenix smiled. "Can they come over later? They'd love to meet you, I bet!"

Edgeworth spun, careful to make sure that Phoenix didn't lose his balance. "I think that's enough dancing for tonight."

"Oh...okay..." Phoenix said sadly. "...Night then?"

"...Yes. ...Good night." Edgeworth bowed. "It was a pleasure dancing with you..." he dropped Phoenix's hand and turned around, leaving the room.
Phoenix made his way to his room, feeling rather saddened. He was having fun talking and dancing with Edgeworth. What in the world had made Edgeworth change his mind. "Was it my dancing?" He asked himself, changing into a nice pair of pajamas. "Or..."

And then it hit him.

"MY BREATH! I forgot to keep up my oral hygiene!" He cried out. "I must fix that!" Phoenix yelled out, not bothering to put on his shirt before running into the bathroom to keep up his oral hygiene.

-scenebreak-

Edgeworth sighed as he sat down in his wrecked study. "Why did that idiot judge have to send him?" He growled, moodily staring at the rose. He watched as another petal fell to the table. He felt his lips pull back into a snarl. "Apparently falling in love isn't as difficult as I thought...Although...having it be mutual..." Edgeworth sighed.

-anotherscenebreakblasphemy-

Phoenix woke up the next morning later than usual. As he sat up to stretch, he found a note on his other pillow. "Hey, a note!" He picked it up and unfolded the parchment, curious as to what it said.

"'Dear Wright: If you want your sisters to visit, please meet me in the garden so we may discuss this. I am willing to let them visit under certain conditions. Signed, Edgeworth.'" Phoenix cocked his head to the side. "Huh...so he'll let'm visit? Cool!" Phoenix set the note down and changed.

"I hope he wasn't waiting too long," muttered the young man as he walked down the stairs. "It's rude to keep people waiting."

Phoenix found the garden and found Edgeworth slouched over on a bench. "Morning, Edgy! Didn't mean to keep you waiting...!" He called out, carefully walking around a hydrangea bush.

Edgeworth looked up, his face difficult to read. "Not too long," he said carefully.

Phoenix's face fell slightly. "Oh, sorr--"

"Don't worry, sleep's important," Edgeworth said almost hurriedly, trying to correct his mistake.

"So...your sisters. Would you like them to visit?"

Phoenix nodded. "Yah!"

"Then can you promise me that they are to not see my face?"

"But.."

Edgeworth glared.

"Of course! Yes! I can promise that!"

Edgeworth smiled. "Wonderful."
Phoenix's eldest sister floated through the gates later that day. "My, Phoenix...this is quite a place to be in..."

"It's pretty, though!" Commented his younger sister. "When do we get to meet he man who kidnapped you?" She giggled.

"That isn't a laughing matter," sighed the older sister.

"Aahahah..." Phoenix rubbed the back of his head nervously. "He's...out. That's why I could invite you guys. He's very shy, you see...and he doesn't like guests much, but he didn't want me to be sad or lonely, so eh let me invite you over."

"Hmm..." Phoenix's winged sister eyed him for a moment. "Interesting..." she turned her attention to the organ.

"Hey, Phoenix!" The younger girl tugged at her brother's sleeve. "I wanna see the garden!"

"Okay!" Phoenix hooked his arm with hers. "Wanna joi--oh..." Phoenix was about to invite their older sister but she was nowhere to be seen. "...I guess she'll take the tour herself..."

-scenebreak-

The sun was setting and Phoenix had to bid his sisters good bye. "Bye..." he said sadly, escorting his youngest sister to a carriage that Edgeworth had hired to take home.

"Bye, Phoenix! I hope we can see you soon...!" She waved as the door shut. "Hey....where's older sis...?"

"Good question..." Phoenix looked around. "You know, ever since she died, she's been rather distant."

His younger sister nodded in agreement.

"Phoenix," the dead sister appeared behind him. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"GAH! Y-yah...s-sure..." Phoenix put a hand to his chest, as if that would stop a heart attack. "What is it?" He asked once they were some feet from the carriage.

"The man you are with. I fear he may hurt you....he locks you up in here does he not? What if he becomes too abusive?"

"Huh? Oh, Edgy? He's not...like that. He just has a curse, that's all. I'm sure if you guys can find him a girlfriend it'll break and I can live you with you guys again." He grinned.

She stared at him. "....I...see..." she managed to say. "I will look into this then...." her eyes were off to the distance. "Farewell, brother. Please call out if you are ever in trouble..." she drifted away, back to the carriage.

"Bye....?" Phoenix watched her enter the carriage and then watched it take his two sisters back to their home.

"Hm...Edgeworth...abusive?" The thought hung heavily, making him feel uncomfortable.

Edgeworth returned later that night to see Phoenix sitting at the dinner table, looking quite depressed. For some odd reason, this upset Edgeworth. "Wright? What's wrong?" He asked, walking over, keeping himself out of the light thanks to habit.

"Hm? Oh, nothing..." Phoenix replied glumly.

Edgeworth frowned. "I don't like it when people lie to me," he said, trying to not sound threatening.

Phoenix said nothing for a moment. "...I think I'll go to bed. My sisters and I spent a lot of time wandering around." He pushed his chair back and stood up. "Night, Edgeworth..." He walked off, leaving Edgeworth staring after him.

Once Edgeworth was sure Phoenix was floors away, he let out a roar and smashed the chair next to the one Phoenix had sat in. What in the world was wrong with him? He was stupid to have thought love happened so easily and so quickly...

"No," Edgeworth said sternly. "I'm not in love. I'm simply infatuated with him because he is the first human being in a very long time to be kind to me."

There was a pause in Edgeworth's thoughts.

"Who am I kidding?" He spat and stormed off to his own room.

-scenebreak-

Phoenix lay on his stomach, resting his chin in one of the many soft pillows that were on his bed. His mind was processing what his sister had pointed off. Did he develop Stockholm Syndrome? No...he wasn't relating to Edgeworth in such a sense...he had entered the castle with a mind to be nice no matter what. Phoenix always did that. So why was it that his older sister's words were nagging at him?

"True love was what would break the curse...--WHOA! BACK UP!" Phoenix nearly fell out of the bed.

"Where did that come from? Why is that crossing my mind? Why..." he shook his head. "No. No. Nononono...I am not in love with him. No. No way no how no way would I be in love with him..."

The words meant nothing, though. They were all a lie and Phoenix could tell that. But why would he need to lie with himself? There was no reason.

Phoenix groaned and buried his head into the pillow. "Stupid love thing...and curse thing...who am I kidding? But Edgeworth hates me..." he whined, burying his face even further into the pillow.