Disclaimer: I do not own anything Ace Attorney related. :P
A/N: I dedicate this to my twin who helped me figure out the plot for this! Love ya twin!
Chapter 1: The Start
The paperwork piled on her desk in a neat pile. Just its presence peeved Ema Skye to no end. She despised the paperwork she had to do for the job she never wanted. And in her current mood, anything would have set her off.
Yes, Ema Skye was completely frustrated. She had woken up late, skipped breakfast, traffic held her back so that she was one hour late to work, and worst of all, she had a huge load of paperwork to finish.
Nothing else could have gone more wrong that day. Of course, she'd been ignoring the existence of her eccentric boss, who hadn't yet shown up. She prayed he wouldn't.
That's when she heard it. The annoying jingles of chains bouncing together, the sound of his large footsteps along the tiled floor, and the annoying song he hummed ever-so-happily.
"Guten morgen, fraulein detektiv." Ema's boss, glimmerous fop extraordinaire, Klavier Gavin greeted her.
Ema decided that it was in her best interests to ignore the man, pretending to concentrate on her work so that he, hopefully, would walk away with no more words.
Of course, Klavier wasn't the type to be ignored. "Are you alright, fraulein?"
"Not now, paperwork to do," Ema grumbled, furiously scrawling the reports she needed to make. She was so aggressive with the report, that she accidentally flung her pencil across the desk. "Damn it."
Klavier chuckled at her clumsy nature. "Sie sind sehr lustig, meine kleine Detektiv."
"Don't bother me if you're going to speak German." She reached over and retrieved her pencil, taking her bag of Snackoo's along with her. She then began to munch away at the oddly shaped snacks.
Klavier knew that once she started eating those…snacks, she would be very hard to converse with the woman, so he got to the point. "We have a new case, fraulein, so let's go."
"Paperwork." Ema muttered, not looking up at her boss. She did not want to go with him to another stupid murder, where she had to hear him bark in German all day long. No way, she'd take paperwork over this fop any day.
Klavier ignored her statement, hooking his wrist under the bend of her elbow, yanking her gently on her feet.
"That can be taken care of easily later on," He pulled her along, his face a happy grin the entire time.
Dragging Ema by her thin wrist, Klavier slipped quickly through the Precinct, dodging the people who passed by. Ema struggled at first, and then gave up and allowed herself to be pulled by the man.
He halted once they reached his motorcycle, a large, flashy purple motorcycle, obnoxiously embellished with his band's signature "G".
"No." Ema protested just at the sight of the vehicle. "I've ridden that once before, and I hated it."
"Oh yes," Klavier chuckled. "I remember that. You were so adorable, holding onto me for dear life."
"Shut the hell up. Any other person would react the same way with your frantic driving. You stupid, glimmerous fop." She began to dig into her bag of Snackoo's.
Klavier merely smiled a wicked smile, taking a helmet and forcing it onto Ema's head. "Don't struggle, Fraulein, I'm not so reckless on my hog that I'd kill us both."
Ema ducked, dodged, and evaded Klavier's attempts at putting the helmet on, but unfortunately for her, he was able to force it upon her head. Klavier, his hand locked around her arm, climbed onto his motorcycle, and pulled Ema onto it, taking both her arms and encircling them around his waist.
"Hold tight, Fraulein," Ema could hear the smirk in Klavier's voice as he stated that.
"Don't you dare drive—ah!" Klavier sped off so quickly that Ema was unable to finish her sentence.
Instinctively, Ema pressed her face into the back of her boss with disgust. She could smell his light cologne clinging to him, but its smell was a lot better than getting the rush of wind that came along with Klavier's haphazard driving.
She groaned in annoyance and clung tightly to him, as a baby Koala would to its mother. She felt him chuckle lightly and purposefully squeezed him more tightly, in hopes of breaking something.
When the ride was over, Ema nearly fell off the death trap. Klavier offered to help her, but she glared at him with such vehemence that he backed off. She removed the helmet and threw it at the man.
"Never again." Ema sighed, exasperated with the man. She pulled a brush out of her bag and fixed her chocolate brown tresses, which had since the ride, become static-y and stuck to her face to her annoyance.
Klavier laughed, a deep rumbling laugh, and Ema tossed her brush at him. She was not in the mood for his silly antics.
"Where's the freaking crime scene?" She looked around, not spotting anything out of the ordinary. "Where are we?"
"You seem pretty excited to see a dead body. I'll have you know, it's an unusual sight, Fraulein." Klavier smirked, turning towards a large building. "This is Bobble Inc. They make an internet search engine. It's very popular."
"I'm sure it won't be nearly as bad as your driving." Ema grumbled, and followed the prosecutor to the scene.
She would have eaten her words back if she could.
"Oh my," She muttered, her hand pressed lightly at her lips.
"Told you, didn't I?" Klavier smirked, patting the flustered detective on the shoulder. "It's nothing you haven't seen before, ja?"
Ema nodded, stepping closer to the scene. It was a bloodier crime scene than the others that Ema had experienced, but it wasn't extremely bad.
The body lay, upright in a chair, supposedly imitating what the victim—a young woman in her twenties—would do on a normal basis at her job. There were slash marks across the woman's face, curved upward in a sadistic smile, like that of a clown.
On her back were three slashes, in a sort of asterisk type design. The woman even had a pencil in her hand, her eyes opened in a fake imitation of life.
"That's just sick." Ema frowned. "Who would want to do something like this?"
"I believe that they think it's a serial killer." Klavier stated, his right hand fiddling with his bangs.
"Do they have any leads at all?" Ema questioned, stepping closer to the body. She examined the body as closely as she could.
"Well, all they know is that this is not the first murder of its kind. Two other young Mädchen were discovered in similar situations."
"No suspects?"
"No, no suspects yet." Klavier shook his head.
"Then…why are we here? You're a prosecutor, so shouldn't you only be here if there's a suspect?"
"Well, there isn't a case, but I offered your services to the police. I told them you were quite the detective, and could prove to be a great help for their case. Is that alright with you, meine liebe?"
"You got me a job as a detective…without my permission?" Ema frowned. "How would you even know if I wanted to do something like this?"
"You get to use the forensic scientist's equipment?" He offered, grinning. "Fraulein, I know how much you love that sort of thing."
Ema couldn't help but smile. "Alright fine, I'll take it. But this doesn't mean I don't think you're a glimmerous fop." She looked around, and spied the forensic unit's items. She quickly scurried over, and Klavier chuckled at the woman's eagerness.
Before walking out the door, Klavier heard Ema squeal. "Luminol!"
He chuckled and walked back to his vehicle, shaking his head lightly at the young detective's love for all things Forensic science-related.