Chapter 1
"Big brother...?" a little girl called out.
"Hm? Oh, Franziska. You need something?" Miles asked.
Franzy lightens up and smiles.
"Brother, take a break and let's play!" Franzy grins.
"I can't, Franziska. Uncle V-, I mean, father, wants me to read over these." Miles sighs.
"What's that? the trial records? ...If i can help you, will you be able to play with me...?" Franziska sadly asks.
"I think so. But you must finish with your studies first." Miles says.
"Ok. I'll do my best to help you, big brother!" Franziska smiles.
"MILES! FRANZISKA!" a loud thundering voice called.
"Y-yes, father?" Franziska stammers.
"How dare you disobey my orders and disturb Miles when I clearly told you not to, Fransika?!"
He slapped her cheek... Hard.
"B-but..." Franzy holds her stinging cheeck.
"You DARE answer back?! worthless fool!" Manfred Von Karma empties his glass of water by pouring it on Franziska.
"Father! Th-that's enough. I-i'll hurry up finishing the trial records. It wasn't her fault, I-i asked her to help me." Miles stammers in fright.
"HELP YOU?! how can SHE, a foolishly foolish little useless girl, ever help YOU?! Argh. Hurry up." Manfred says, leaving the room.
Franziska was sitting on the floor... staring after her "father".
"...Fran.. here." Miles tenderly helped her dry herself.
"..." Fran was staring at the reports on Miles' desk.
She wanted to help.
To make her father proud of her.
To hear her father say: "Good work, my daughter."
To even just acknowledge her as his own.
She wanted to see him smile at her...
And..
Miles... she wanted to be with him..
together, as partners...
in the court of law.
And the only way to do that...
is to be PERFECT.
"Miles Edgeworth. I'll do it myself. Finish your work. I have to do mine. Someday... someday... someday i promise you... I WILL be a prosecutor. The PERFCET prosecutor... that will surpass even YOU!" Franziska pointed at edgeworth.
With that, she stormed off the room. Feeling her cheek where her father slapped her. Making a promise to herself and edgeworth.. Leaving the life of having fun and enjoying.. Trust...love...what are those? She locked them all up. Never did she smile for real again. Her smiles...were smiles of pain. With that she aimed to be the perfect prosecutor.