YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 5

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for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!

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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

[ghostvines]

a/n: if this happened to me i think i'd commit a murder

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Franziska hasn't gone to an arcade in years.

Before everything had come crashing down, Papa had taken them after a successful trial: they would go for pancakes at IHOP, karaoke at the hotel next to it, and then, sometimes, the Tom's World arcade. Miles didn't like how loud it was; he usually ended up watching from a corner or providing dry commentary on Franziska's youthful attempts to shoot basketball (like he was any better, the absolute hypocrite) or hiding in the bathroom. Papa usually stood by the counter. Sometimes his aura of silent menace ensured that he was surrounded with five or more stuffed animals by the end of the night, presented by terrified employees who understood that Franziska's Papa was the God of Prosecutors and deserved animal sacrifices in his name.

But Franziska loved arcades. The constant heavy music, the flashing lights, the mysterious stains on the floor — well, those were minor points of detraction. Far more important, though, was that arcade games were a solo challenge. Something she could learn all the hidden corners and fault lines in, and then crush them to little bits of dust.

Perfection.

Franziska always held her head up high whenever she left an arcade. It was a nice chaser to a trial in which she had also, obviously, won. Usually she didn't even need to whip the machines all that many times.

…

It's been a long time since she's visited. Papa's — dead. Miles Edgeworth is not, but sometimes she feels like if she doesn't keep looking at him he'll disappear too, and she'll just be no one. A stupid little girl with a whip too big for her. It features in most of her nightmares that aren't about Papa or the gunshot wound in her shoulder or Papa-and-the-gunshot-wound-in-her-shoulder.

Anyway, this is a deeply depressing mood altogether unfitting for a place like the arcade, so she's not gone since. But Franziska has been — better, recently. Her flight back to Germany isn't for another week, and her brother is smiling, and Maya Fey had texted her to ask if she wanted to "try another burger joint??? theres GOTTA be one u like i swear it on the burger king himself".

Franziska may not have won the trial against Sister Iris, but sometimes she thinks she's won something far more important.

— Which is stupid and sappy and sentimental, so:

"Miles Edgeworth!"

"Yes, Franziska?"

"I want to go to Tom's World."

His expression melts into something vaguely — fond? "Alright, Franziska."

This uncharacteristic bout of sentimentality, however, is quickly dashed as soon as they get there.

Franziska stares at the screen in quiet, horrified disbelief. She blinks once, and then again, just to make sure she's seeing right, but she is:

まよい 100597

FVK 100581

SOME OTHER FOOL 52210

(A few months after the Big Top case: "Nick, look, F-V-K! Do you think it's Miss von Karma?"

"I doubt it. You really think she'd lower herself enough to play Taiko no Tatsujin? Here?"

"I dunno, I think she'd like it. And only a von Karma could get that kinda score."

"…If you say so."

"Hey!"

"Anyway… I'll play one round to show you how it's done, and then you're up. Alright?"

"Okay! But watch out, Nick. I think I was born for this thing."

"I don't think the ghosts in your blood cry out for arcade drums."

"There you go with your narrow-minded cultural assumptions again — oh, look, it's starting!")

Franziska whips the screen.

"Ma-yo-i," Miles Edgeworth sounds out behind her, squinting slightly, apparently unfazed by the brief flash of red and blue the screen had deployed in its weak attempt to defend itself from Franziska. "Isn't that Maya's Japanese name?"

It is. Franziska had checked every single member of the Fey family's legal documentation for the Turner Grey case, triple-checking Maya Fey's for obvious reasons. She'd done it again when she'd flown back for the Elise Deauxnim case, just in case she bumped into Maya Fey and had a chance to demonstrate that she knew what the other girl's blood type was. Foolishly there had not been, but Franziska was still holding out hope.

"Miles Edgeworth, you don't think…"

"I could text Wright to check," Miles offers.

"Absolutely not!" Franziska whips the floor. "You will spend the rest of the night smiling at your phone if you do so!"

"That is patently untrue," Miles says, petulantly.

Franziska scowls up at the screen.

Some part of her knows she should feel — indignation, rage, the urge to reassert herself as absolutely perfect. And she does, of course. But something about it being Maya Fey who's beaten her —

Franziska is curious about Maya. She can admit that much. They are the same age, and yet Maya is so much stronger than she is; can stay strong for her little sister, can wear a carefree smile after spending days hosting wayward spirits, even after Maya's own mother —

Well.

And now she's good at arcade drums, too?

Franziska pictures it. Maya with drumsticks in either hand, laser-focused on the notes flying by on the screen, beads in her hair swaying as she hits with beautiful, precise violence. Her mouth still greased from the burgers she'd no doubt had at the store at the neighboring intersection. Maybe she'd be smiling. Maybe her eyes would light like twin fire.

"—Franziska? Franziska?"

Miles Edgeworth is, of all cliches, waving a hand in front of her face. Franziska whips the ground again.

"Miles Edgeworth!"

"…You want me to get tokens for this, don't you?"

"Six of them," Franziska decrees. "This will not be an easy fight."

Miles pauses, then, and looks at her for a second. Then two.

"What is it?"

"Did you just say it wouldn't be easy?"

"Yes," Franziska says. "Do you need your hearing checked, little brother?"

"No," Miles says, shaking his head. "I just… You…"

"Speak up!"

"You really like her, don't you, Franziska?"

He escapes to the token machine before Franziska can start whipping his face into a nice cream.

Oh well. She looks back up at the screen.

Maya Fey is going down.

Re: FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

[missiletoe]

WAHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM OMG theyre so in love <3