[Author's note: This is... The beginning. The story will be written about Ema, another one about Lana, possibly in the future. Enjoy!]

"Please, Fräulein."

"Are you insane?"

"For you?"

"You just answered my question."

"You won't regret it."

"I think I will."

"That's a yes, Ja? Wait, don't answer that."

"N-"

"See you at eight. Fräulein Skye."

-Skye Residence – June 27th 7.59pm-

"Klavier?" Lana raised an eyebrow at the tall, tan man standing in the doorway. "Is there an issue at the prosecutor's office?"

"Not of concern, Fräulein Skye."

A moment's silence passed, and Lana didn't cease to look more and more confused.

He grinned, and tapped the doorframe rhythmically.

"May I ask what business you have here?" Lana asked, attempting to hide the puzzled glance that covered her face from Klavier's view.

Ema stumbled down the stairs in her usual attire, minus the lab coat, to see what the commotion was at the door. Her sister wasn't usually one to spend a long time talking to someone, or standing in silence in this case.

She saw as Klavier's face brightened when he saw her. His light blonde hair blew in the cool night air contrasting with the tan of his face and she watched, as he carefully flipped the amulet that hung around his neck, so that it looked more like a letter 'G' Than a 'd'.

"Seriously?" She said, digging out a packet of chocolate Snackoos that hid in her pocket. She munched noisily, and turned her gaze to Lana.

"Come now, Fräulein." He said softly, lowering his voice, gazing at Ema and stepping through the door. "You could really regret it."

"Or I could be very pleased." She replied, shortly.

"What. Is. This?" Lana asked, her voice raised.

Klavier grinned. "From all of the screaming fans," Began slowly, looking at Ema intensly, "I choose, you to take with me tonight."

"I'm no-"

"Shush now."

Ema scowled as she was silenced, and continued to munch on her chocolate snacks.

"You should leave, Klavier." Lana said, in a strong tone.

"Ja, I agree." He said, nodding, "With Ema."

Before she knew it was coming, he'd snatched her Snackoos, and took her hand in his, pulling her out of the door.

"LANA!" Ema protested, trying as hard as she could to stay rooted, but Klavier found himself surprisingly strong.

Bored moving slowly, he picked her up forcefully, and carried her in his arms towards the motorbike that was waiting at the end of the driveway.

Lana stood scowling. She'd never liked any of the prosecutors, bar one of course, and it didn't please her for Ema to, what seemed to be, dating one of them. She scowled again as her phone started vibrating in her pocket, and picked it up to see the name on the caller ID. Her eyes widened, and she pressed a button, holding the phone to her ear.

"Lana."

"Yes?"

"Can you get away tonight?"

"I can. Or, of course, you can come here."

"What about your sister?"

"She won't be back for a while."

"Really? That doesn't sounds like Ema."

"She was forced."

"Okay, I'll see you shortly."

"See you, Edgeworth."

A motorbike started its engine, and a scowling Ema sat behind Klavier, with a Snackoo held firmly in her mouth.

It quickly revved, and drove away, Ema's snackoo falling onto the ground, breaking cleanly in two – the only reminder that the large motorcycle had been there before.

"Heh heh heh." Edgeworth laughed, hearing the motorcycle drive away, "Have fun Ema."

The phone clicked off, and Lana smiled.