Chapter 1: The Prelude of Miles Edgeworth's Turnabouts

Ema Skye ran through the streets of Los Angeles. Her long, eye-catching white trenchcoat flapped behind her back with the wind, her long brown hair that used to be tied neatly into a bun is now becoming a total mess because she had lost her hairclip, her body is sweating and her face reddened because of dehydration, and she got bruises and cuts here and there all over her legs, showing that she had fallen a lot of times.

THUMP!

And again she fell. This time, because of a brick – after previously going over stones, roadblocks, dogs' tail, and spare rubber tire out of nowhere. All of her experiment items fell out of her bag and scattered everywhere. and it seems that she got one extra bruise on her knees next to the scrape that she made when she stepped over a dog's tail and fell. She almost cried because of the pain, but she quickly gathered her stuffs, stood up and run again. Most people who saw her thought that she's a mad person escaping from a mental hospital, someone being chased by a mass murderer or just a typical schoolgirl chasing after a panty-snatcher. Of course, Ema heard them all. Had she is not in a rush she'll just came to each of those bastards and punch 'em in the face. But she didn't have time. She has to meet that person quick…because he's the only person who can help…

And he's the one who has to be responsible for this! She murmured as she ran along.

At last, after half an hour running without stopping she arrived at her destination: High Prosecutor's Office. She was out of breath, but she quickly entered the building with a weak step.

"Ema? Wh-what happened to you? Are you okay, dear?" the High Prosecutor's Office receptionist lady quickly approached her. She was really concerned seeing the ex-chief's sister in a very concerning condition. Her face is really pale, as if she was ready to faint anytime. The lady, which is named Sylvia, took her to the employees' private lounge and gave her a glass of water. Ema drank all the water and put the glass on the table, then stood up again and walked to the door.

"Ema! Where are you going?! You're still pale…and your legs are bleeding…"

Sylvia tried to convince Ema to rest for some more time, but it seemed to be useless. Ema kept trying to walk out of the room.

"…Sylvia…"

"Yes, Ema?"

"…Mr. Edgeworth…is he in his office?"

"Y-yes…"

Ema quickly opened the door and walked towards the elevator as fast as possible, ignoring Sylvia who called out her name many times so loud that it echoes through the long hallway. People are staring at her, but Ema didn't care. When the elevator door is finally closed, Ema quickly pushed the 12th floor button. As she leaned over the cold glass wall, she gazed through the LCD panel on top of the elevator door which displayed numbers to indicate which floor did the elevator located now. The numbers kept rising – a sign that the elevator is going higher and higher.

Just a little moment…and I'll be there…

Sis, I'm sorry…I broke our last promise…

But I really have to do it…because, well…Trust me, sis. This is the best way…

At last, the LCD showed the number 12. The elevator stopped, and then there's a sound of a bell followed by the opened lift door. Ema didn't waste any time to go to office number 1202, even though her whole body feels like burning because of all the injury she sustained during her trip all the way here. On the office number 1202 door, there's a golden plate with the name Miles Edgeworth written on it. The plate was so eye-blindingly shiny and reflects your face in a golden shade. With no doubt, Ema opened the door wide, shocking Edgeworth who seemed to be busy writing something on his desk.

"MR. EDGEWORTH!"

Miles's hands stopped moving. He can only stare at Ema blankly when the girl approached his desk. Ema felt weird, how come he didn't atleast commented about her dirty clothes and her messy look. She knew really well that the demon prosecutor which she really respected cares about hygiene and neatness of every guest that entered his office – and that includes her, even though she's the ex-chief's sister. After staring each other in silence for too long, Miles turned his eyes back towards the letter that he just penned, folded it neatly, and crouched down to open one of his desk shelf and shoveled through the contains – he seemed to be looking for an envelope.

"…Sis…sis died last night…" Ema said with a trembling voice, breaking out the silence between them. She tried to talk as calm as possible. "Did you…know?"

Miles nodded and replied with a slight "mm-hmm", still looking for an envelope. At last, he found one and brought it over to his table.

"So, you came all the way here to my office dressing up like a homeless only to tell me something that I already know?" he said, still with no expression as he put the folded letter into the envelope, removed the seal and crouched back to look for a stamp.

Meanwhile, Ema started to tensed up. She curled her fists and clenched her teeth, trying not to do anything bad to the prosecutor with every bad thought that was filling her mind that second because of anger. "Did you know why sis died?" she asked, with a tense voice. Miles looked up, and stared at Ema

"Because of sickness, isn't it?" he murmured coldly, toneless.

Ema shook her head "If you really want to know why sis died…come with me to the hospital, now!"

Miles thought for a while, and crouched back "Not interested" he replied behind his expensive mahogany desk.

Ema's eyes that had turned red since long is now full with tears. "You…you are my sister's boyfriend, why…why did you response so coldly towards her death?!"

Miles sighed, and turned his face back to Ema again "So your point is, you want me to cry over Lana's death so hard like those guys in the soap operas?! Ema, if you only want to bother me, please get out of my office, now! Understand? I'm busy!"

Ema was shocked hearing the words that had just been said by Miles. Without a word or even a doubt, she stepped forward towards his desk…

SLAP!

Miles tried to recall as fast as possible what had just happened to him.

Ema Skye, 16, his girlfriend's sister, slapped him.

He went into a temporary shock for five minutes. This is the first time in his life he'd been slapped by a girl.

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Inside the bright red Alfa Romeo Brera, the two went quiet. As Miles drove his car, his face went sulkier than usual – either because of concentrating on the road or his cheek is still painful because of Ema's slap (which still leaves a very bright red mark on his pale white face). Ema who was sitting on the passenger seat only stared blankly at the sceneries that went by so quickly. The silence continued until they arrived at their destination – Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

After Miles parked his car, Ema led the road without saying anything. Passing through the hospital corridors filled with people passing by, Miles only followed the girl without asking anything until they passed a sign which says NICU – Neonatal Intensive Unit Care. He stopped walking immediately.

"Ema…"

"Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?"

"I had this weird feeling since I entered the pediatrics section. Now why are we entering the NICU?! Didn't you take me here all the way to Beverly Hills to say goodbye to Lana for the last time?!"

"What kind of boyfriend are you?! How come you didn't know that we had held her funeral this morning?!"

"Then why are we here now?!"

"…"

"Ema Skye, answer me!"

Ema turned around and continued walking, ignoring questions from Miles. He then realized that he didn't have any choice but to follow. He then saw Ema talking to a male nurse, then they were lead to a sterile room and they both have to wear plastic coats on top of their clothes to maintain the hygiene inside the NICU – Miles thought those sterile coats looked more like raincoats. After that, the automatic door opened – revealing several incubators with babies inside. On each of those incubators, the babies' status cards were latched. The card is filled with basic information – name, date and time of birth, parents' name, and other medical records that is barely illegible. Miles didn't know why, but he had a strange, uncomfortable feeling – probably because he doesn't like children, especially babies because they're very troublesome. He wanted to get out quick, but he can't. He was really curious why Ema brought him there.

They then stopped in front of an incubator with a small baby inside – very small compared to the other babies that he had seen in the room. Miles looked towards the status card and found that the name column is empty and his birth date is 24 July 2017

Yesterday?

"Mr. Edgeworth…"

Ema's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He quickly turned his face away from the status card and looked to his girlfriend's little sister "Y-yeah? What is it, Ema?"

"This baby…it's yours"