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Promises by yangxichun

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									                    Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at
                     http://archiveofourown.org/works/325250.


 Rating:              General Audiences
 Archive Warning:     No Archive Warnings Apply
 Fandom:              Gyakuten Kenji | Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth,
                      Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
 Character:           Ichijou Mikumo | Kay Faraday, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth
 Additional Tags:     Father-Daughter Relationship, promises, moral support,
                      Upbringing
 Stats:               Published: 2012-01-22 Words: 1390


                                   Promises
                                     by Theophila

Summary



      Edgeworth is surprised when Kay presents him with her promise
      book and asks him to sign it for her. It seems actions truly speak
      louder than words as he reflects on the circumstances that
      brought them to this moment...




 “Mr. Edgeworth!”

 The familiar voice broke the silence of Miles Edgeworth’s office, jolting him
 to awareness of where he stood. A chess piece rolled off the table, having
 been knocked over in his surprise as he had gone to reach for a knight to
 move, attempting to counter a confrontation he had put into play last time
 he had a chance to look at it.

 Silence may be golden, he thought, but like glass, it seems to be easily
 shattered.

 “So, I was thinking about what you said before,” the voice babbled on
 cheerily as Miles looked up at the culprit who had indelicately interrupted
 the peace. Kay Faraday was brandishing something that looked like a
 notepad and beaming brightly. How, he wondered, could anybody be so
 energetic? “And it kind of made a lot of sense and—“

 “Hold it!” Miles held up his hand to stem the bubbling stream of words. “You
 were thinking about what I said before? Might I ask what you refer to, Kay?”

 “Well…” Kay paused a second, seeming slightly uncertain. “You remember
 two days ago, right? When I was chasing the Yatagarasu at the Babahlese
 Embassy?”
Miles frowned. He certainly remembered: how could he forget defending
Kay’s innocence with scant evidence to exonerate her?

“You told me after… that it’s good to conduct some self-reflection now and
then…” She went on, looking at her notepad.

Miles nodded. He had been incredibly worried during the ordeal, and had
later reprimanded her for her lack of consideration and recklessness. Kay
had offered contrition and the promise to be more careful, earning her his
gentle praise and words of advice.

“So, when I got home after everything that happened,” Kay continued, “and I
saw the promise book I made with my daddy all those years ago, it made me
think about what you said and…” She offered the notebook to Miles, looking
up at his surprised expression. “I thought perhaps if I made some promises
to you…”

“Are you prepared to keep those promises?” Miles quirked a brow as he took
the notebook to read.

“Mr. Edgeworth!” Kay pouted, “Of course I intend to keep my promises! I
may be the Great Thief Yatagarasu, but I am not without honour!”

“Be aware of to whom you are speaking,” was the sole response Miles could
muster as he opened the book to the set of promises Kay had bookmarked.
He noted with interest that they followed on from the promises she had once
written to her father, and that they had been highly decorated with curls
and small flowers, coloured in fluorescent ink.

Tearing his gaze away from the illustrations, Miles’ eyes followed the
surprisingly tidy handwriting as he read through the promises Kay had
written.



“Dear Mr. Edgeworth,

I) I promise to look before I leap.

II) I promise to reflect on my words and actions.

III) I promise to seek after only the truth.

IV) I promise that I will be honest at all times.

Yours Sincerely,

Kay Faraday.”



“Kay,” Miles looked up from the page to the young lady standing before him.
“I am… touched… by your consideration.”

Kay nodded, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. “I was hoping you
would sign them for me, Mr. Edgeworth. Like my daddy did with the original
set.”

A warm blush coloured Miles’ features. So, what she had said at the
embassy had been true: “when I talk to you, it’s like I’m talking with my
father.” It wasn’t a matter of his age, he supposed: in addition, perhaps his
words and actions had played a role in her views.

How do I respond to a request such as that? Miles wondered. How do I follow
Mr. Faraday’s addition to the promise book?

“If you don’t mind, Kay,” Miles said slowly, thinking carefully about how to
reply. “Would it be alright to hold on to this for the time being until I am able
to formulate a meaningful response to your promises?”

“Sure!” Kay’s cheerful energy seemed to have returned, and she was once
again foraging in her bag for some item, and then smiled as she presented a
small, plastic-wrapped package. “I bought swiss rolls on the way in – I
thought we could share them!”

Miles could only smile, proceeding to prepare a pot of tea for two.

                                        ***

The enjoyment of tea and cake had been swiftly curtailed by a report from
Gumshoe regarding a missing person and a new case. Kay had
enthusiastically nearly dragged Miles out the door to investigate, much to
his chagrin. Loathe although he was to admit it, the tea would have to wait
for another interval of peace and quiet.

Sitting in his office later that evening, Miles glanced over at Kay, who had
passed out on his couch. Gumshoe had lent his coat as a blanket, and Miles
had dimmed the lights so the only light was from the lamp on his desk. In
her sleep, Kay rubbed her nose and shifted slightly under the coat, but
didn’t awaken. It had been, all things considered, a very difficult week –
Miles could not blame her for falling asleep in his office.

Something caught the light of his lamp, directing his attention back to his
desk. Kay’s promise book sat separate from the papers relating to the case,
still awaiting his signature. He had since completed the appropriate
paperwork for the evidence to be used in the following day’s trial, and all
that remained was to tidy away into his files. Perhaps, he thought, now
might be the ideal time to address the promises Kay had made.

Opening the book at the promises she had originally made to her father, he
read over the words that had been written in a painstakingly tidy manner by
a very young Kay:



“I promise not to take anything from strangers.

I promise not to go anywhere with strangers.

I promise not to cry in front of strangers.”
The sum of the promises seemed to be self-reliance, safety and dignity, Miles
thought as he re-read them, remembering Kay’s hesitance those ten years
ago, to reveal that she had broken one of them – and attempting not to
break another. He sighed. Her tears had been entirely permissible, given
the circumstances… her father, surely, would have understood…

Miles’ eyes fell onto the different style of penmanship, written in the same
ink, by Kay’s father, Byrne Faraday. A simple message about keeping rules
and his duty to help her keep them, he asked her to keep her promises, to
be a good girl, and signed off with a message of love.

Kay’s words from two days ago played again in his mind… “I’m sorry, Mr.
Edgeworth…” She had stared at her feet, blushing. Nonetheless, he had
found himself gently resting a comforting hand on her shoulder, providing
gentle advice to keep her from sinking in her sorrow. “It’s funny,” she had
told him, “when I talk to you… it’s like I’m talking with my father.” He had
wondered about that at the time, but now…

Turning to read the new set of promises, Miles reflected on that moment,
mulling over what he had read from Byrne Faraday’s response, before
picking up his pen to sign Kay’s words with promises of his own.



“Dear Kay,” He started.

“Both our fathers were men who ensured that the law was upheld, and that
rules were kept.” He paused, thinking, before adding, “It is my duty to
uphold these same laws and pursue the perfect truth, ensuring that justice
is served.”

“With this in mind, it is my honour to oversee your observance of these
promises.”

Miles resisted the urge to rest his pen on the page, lest the ink stain it,
while he decided upon a promise he could likewise aspire to, something to
help Kay and… he supposed, provide her with moral support and
inspiration.

“In turn,” he added, “I promise to guide and help you in these promises, and
I promise to assist in your pursuit of the truth.”

“You are a good girl, Kay, and I trust you. Let us uphold our fathers' legacies
together.”

With a smile, Miles read over his response to ensure there was nothing else
he could add to that, before finally signing the book to seal their agreement.



“Respectfully yours…”

“Miles Edgeworth.”
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