The Christmas Spirit: Ch. 3After a few hours of waiting for the doctor then going through a thorough check-up to make sure he was physically and mentally all right, Miles was finally discharged from the hospital. It was now 7 p.m. and he walked solemnly on the sidewalk, weaving through people running here and there with large bags and wondering why the shops were so crowded this late in the day.
'Oh wait,' he mused, 'it's Christmas Eve today, isn't it? Damn.'
Scowling to himself, he needed to get away from all the people, so he crossed the street (making sure there were absolutely no cars to hit him) and began walking through another city square. Miles looked around to see mostly couples and families gathered there, chatting away happily to one another. That turned his mood even fouler.
"I really hate this holiday," he muttered.
"Aw, don't say that!"
Miles practically jumped at the voice that seemed to be right next to his ear. He spun around and gasped
The Christmas Spirit: Ch. 2Miles slowly blinked his eyes open as he made it back to the conscious world. It took him a while for his vision to get used to the sudden white light, but once it did, he realized that he had no idea where he was. He was staring up at a white ceiling, lying on a slightly stiff bed. In fact, he himself felt stiff, along with a dull ache in his back and head. He sat up slowly, trying not to worsen the pain, and finally looked around, discovering that he was in a hospital room.
"Ah, look who's up!"
Miles's head turned toward the voice and found a red-haired nurse smiling brightly at him from the doorway, clipboard in hand.
"What happened?" Miles asked, still confused as to why he was there.
"Well, you were almost struck by a car last night," replied the nurse as she made her way to the side of his bed, "but someone had pushed you away so you weren't hit. Unfortunately, you fell onto the sidewalk rather hard and fell unconscious.
The Christmas Spirit: Ch. 1Series: Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney
Genre: AU, romance, and angst
"Okay, that's a wrap!"
The musicians of the rock band 'The Gavinners' all sighed in relief as they completed the last song of the rehearsal. It was 9 p.m. on December 23 and they were preparing for their Christmas concert on Christmas Day. But more than anything at the moment, they all wanted to go home.
"Thank God that's over! I'm ready to bolt on out of here!" cried the drummer of the group, Larry Butz, as he threw down his sticks.
"Why? So you can go see your girlfriend who's probably going to dump you soon?" keyboardist Maya Fey teased, calling on the fact that Larry's relationships never last very long and it's always the girls letting him go.
"Hey! She and I are made for each other!" he wailed, gesturing wildly, which caused Maya to roll her eyes.
"I have to agree with him, though," interjected Klavier Gavin, the lead sin
Miles's Moving Castle: Ch. 4The owner of the popular bakery was a young man named Larry Butz. When he was a child, he was a huge troublemaker and nobody thought he would succeed. For the first two years after graduating from school they were right: Larry jumped from job to job, quitting for various reasons, from boredom to because a girl had dumped him (which happened a lot). It wasn't until he asked his best friend Phoenix for advice that he got his calling.
"Didn't you want to own a bakery?" Phoenix had asked, recalling the 'what do you want to be when you grow up' assignment he and Larry had to do in elementary school. "Why don't you go for that? And please try to stick with it this time."
And so Larry did. Within a year, it became one of the best bakeries in the country, people coming far and wide to taste the pastries. Today was no exception, especially with the festival going on. At the moment he was standing behind the
Miles's Moving Castle: Ch. 3"Don't hold it against them. They really aren't bad people."
Phoenix had been staring after the soldiers in surprise when the smooth voice of the stranger had brought him back to reality. He jerked his head up and finally got a look at his savior.
The man was several inches taller than him. He had pale skin, light gray hair with long bangs that framed his face, and silver eyes. He wore a magenta jacket that hung loosely on his shoulders, a white cravat wrapped around his neck, a black vest over a white dress shirt, matching magenta pants, and shiny black shoes. He was very handsome, and Phoenix had to admit that this man had taken his breath away.
"So, where to? I shall be your escort this afternoon," the stranger asked with a gentle smile.
"Oh! Ummm just to the bakery "
"I'm sorry, but I must warn you," the man said as he removed his arm from Phoenix's shoulders and linked it with Phoenix's arm, "I