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[fic] Phoenix Wright: One More Day

Phoenix & Co.: Against All Odds


Title: One More Day
Fandom: Phoenix Wright; Phoenix & mysterious cameo :3
Rating: G
Word Count: 731
Summary: Never put off till tomorrow what may change your life today.
Notes: Won second place at pw_contest for week #13: "He who hesitates is a damned fool."

The paper had lain on his desk for six days now, an island amid the clutter, as though his textbooks and unopened mail and notebook-paper doodles were afraid to go near it. He'd almost been able to ignore it, at first, slide it off to the edge of his awareness, and life had gone on around it -- homework was done, dinner was eaten, paper airplanes were folded with aeronautical precision.

Just another hour, time to think things through, and then he'd know for sure; but hours lengthened into days and that blank white glare still mocked his indecision, until finally Phoenix could take it no longer and, with an angry glare of his own, snatched up the paper. A few scribbled words were sufficient to fill out the form, his signature made it official, and uncertainty melted into a solemn sense of excitement. This was one of those grand moments, he realized, the single action that changes everything, alters the course of destiny itself.

Now, standing before his academic advisor's office with the fateful paper clutched in his hand, the uncertainty was beginning to knock on the door of his heart again. The longer he stared, the larger loomed the open doorway, and the paper was beginning to crinkle beneath the grasp of his fingers, but he didn't notice. What if this is a bad idea, what if I can't ever catch up, I'm being reckless, I should think it over some more--

In fact, he might have stood there all afternoon if the professor hadn't glanced out the door and seen him there. "Phoenix, my boy!" he called with a smile, cheerfully waving him inside, and there was no way Phoenix could turn around now (and besides, his advisor had always had a strange confidence-imparting effect on him; perhaps having faith in people makes a difference). Reflexively drawing a deep breath, he stepped over the threshold and strode to the professor's desk before the indecision could catch up with him again.

"And what can I do for you this fine afternoo--" The professor raised an eyebrow as Phoenix cut off his query, holding out the paper in both hands, his mouth suddenly too dry for words. Reaching over the desk, he took the paper, and Phoenix waited a heart-racing, fidgeting lifetime, hands twisting behind his back, while he scanned it.

Finally, the professor's eyes rose to meet his, smile still in place, though it had taken on a hint of knowing gravity. "Changing your major, are you?" the professor inquired, as mildly as if he were commenting on the weather.

Some of the tension in Phoenix's mind lifted. "I-- I think so."

He consulted the paper again. "From Theater to Pre-Law? That's quite a leap, my boy. I should think you'll need to be more certain than that."

Phoenix tried to force his thoughts into a row, to come up with the appropriate thing to say, but another deep breath and he could hold his worries in no longer. "Well, the truth is, Professor, I'm not very certain."

The professor waited, attentive; Phoenix's hands dropped to his sides. "See, there's this... thing I want to do." This person I want to meet. "But I'm not sure if I can really make it, but I still feel like I need to try."

He wasn't sure what to expect after that admission; later, he realized that he must have looked rather shocked when the professor burst into a hearty laugh. "Well, then! We must all have goals to pursue." He assessed Phoenix with a thoughtful eye. "And truthfully, my boy, as long as your heart is in it, I believe you'll do fine."

In spite of himself, Phoenix smiled, and the gnawing uncertainty backed away another step. He dropped his eyes, now twining his fingers in front of him. "It'll take a long time. Five years, maybe."

The professor touched the brim of his hat in a familiar gesture, a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, but if you don't start today, it will take five years and one day."

The small flicker of confidence in his heart was beginning to burn brighter, and as the professor took up a pen and added his own signature to the form, Phoenix had a suspicion -- merely the tiniest inkling -- that it might just blaze steadily enough to see him through.


Date: Oct. 19th, 2010 at 05:41 am

Oh my goodness! This was so sweet! Awwwwww. It makes my heart all fuzzyy...
Phoenix is way too cute here. C:
I am definitely adding this to my memories!

Toward Truth

    Fanfiction, Winamp skins, and occasionally icons and graphics created by Faith. My favored fandoms are Phoenix Wright, Yuugiou, and Digimon, with a few others thrown in the mix. I love requests, so if you've got an idea, toss it my way.

    Thanks for stopping by, and here's hoping that you enjoy your own journey toward that one truth. ♥
  • personal journal // DigiFaith
  • site // the Skyport
  • original fic // the Notebook
  • original rp // light & shadow
  • doodles // deviantArt