Disclaimer: Do not own the Ace Attorney series. I also apologize for OOCness.

Edgeworth's POV

I flicked through the newspaper, hoping the story would be there today. No reference on the front page, and I frowned at that. Surely, it would be a front page story. After all, it isn't every day that an ambassador gets arrested, and your mentor's daughter would be the prosecutor. However, I found it. Even though it wasn't on the front page, it was still a big article. Ambassador Quercus Alba arrested for murder; another victory to the Von Karma name! I smile now, and stir my tea with one hand while reading the story with the other. It was pretty much details I already knew: The ambassador was a leader of a smuggling ring, one of his operatives was responsible for both KG-8 incidents, some of his agents had been caught by Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth (yours, truly), and was found guilty by Prosecutor Franziska von Karma.

Franziska is a feisty young woman. At twenty years old, she is a near perfect prosecutor (she HAS only lost two cases in her career, plus she became a prosecutor at thirteen. I mean, that would be hard to compete against, wouldn't it?) And she is amazingly good with a whip, which I should know, because I have been whipped multiple times with it. And…other than the fact she's my mentor's daughter, that's pretty much it. But there is one more thing my stupid childhood friend, Larry Butz would admit: she is very attractive. I agree a little bit with that statement, but I'm not stupid like Larry, and I will NOT admit it to Franziska, because I am certain that I will be whipped. And she will leave some marks. I put the newspaper down, and took a sip of my tea. My thoughts were cast elsewhere, as I swallowed the tea. I wonder how the wild mare is getting along. Knowing her, she'll probably be gloating, and I should expect her barging into my office any minute now

Franziska's POV

"What do you mean you can't put my story on the front page?" I yelled down the telephone. The person on the other line stuttered, and mumbled something about thenewspaper being already printed. I hissed through my teeth. "Well, reprint the story tomorrow; you foolish fool that foolishly works in a foolishly foolish newspaper office!" The man on the other side responded that they couldn't do that. I slammed the phone down in disgust. Foolishly foolish newspaper office that foolishly can't put my story about my win over the foolishly foolish man, Quercus Alba, because it is run by foolishly foolish people, for they are that foolish because they foolishly don't know who I am. Just then the phone rang, and I answered it.

"High Prosecutor's Office, Franziska von Karma, the Prodigy speaking," I said down the phone. Oh, how I wished that I had hung the phone up when I recognized the foolishly foolish voice on the other head.

"Hey, whassup, Franzy, or should I say, the Prodigy?" the voice on the other end said. It was that foolish fool of a man, Larry Butz. "So, when are you going to do the modeling for my book? I was hoping we could set a date up, 'cause I need to find some time while I'm free. I'm free on April third…" There was some rustling of the paper in the background, and I decided to hang the phone up in a calm manner.

"I AM NOT INTERESTED IN MODELING FOR YOUR BOOK; YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL WHO CANNOT HOLD DOWN A JOB OR A GIRLFRIEND! SO PLEASE STOP PESTERING ME ABOUT IT! ALL THIS TIME YOU WASTED ON FOOLISHLY ASKING ME TO MODEL FOR YOUR FOOLISHLY FOOLISH BOOK YOU COULD'VE SPENT FINDING A JOB THAT WILL SUIT YOUR NEEDS! NOW STOP CALLING ME!" I screeched, and slammed the phone down on the receiver. Then, of course, I have to be seen by someone who is intent on calming me down: my little brother, Miles Edgeworth.

Edgeworth's POV

I could hear the screeches from my office, and that only meant one thing: Franziska had worked herself up into a tizzy. It was the norm for most prosecutors, even if they didn't like it, but new prosecutors who have just passed the bar? Well, Franziska has almost lost her badge so many times for noise complaints, that we honestly don't care anymore, but even if no one calmed her down, the rages would last forever, and all the prosecutors will be deaf by the end of the day, including the police detectives who were dropping off evidence for the prosecutors. But, I was also the one who had to calm her down, and it could be highly…painful, most of the time. Still, I had to do the job.

I walked out of my office and made my way to Franziska's. The screeching had subsided just before I walked in, so I pushed the door open. "Hello, Franziska," I said brightly as I stepped into her office. It was the same chipper tone that most people used with toddlers, and this infuriated Franziska even more.

"I am not an infant, little brother," she said scornfully. "I do not need that tone of voice."

I sighed. "Very well, very well, little sister. I heard the Alba case went perfectly, naturally. Have you heard anything about Kay?"

Kay Faraday was a girl, who helped me find out the smuggling ring, and I am truly grateful for that, and I am forever in her debt. Her father was part of the original Yatagarasu, so she claimed that she was the second Yatagarasu, a thief who apparently 'stole the truth'. Franziska's brow wrinkled slightly. Good, I had distracted her.

"Nothing in particular, but Ambassador Paelano asked me to ask her about a game he's coming up with called 'Catch the Yatagarasu!' Apparently he lost contact with her himself," Franziska replied. Ah, Ambassador Paelano, the new ambassador of the newly reformed Cohdopia. He was a nice man, but perhaps so nice it worried me. It wouldn't surprise me if he had done time in the past. But my mind was cast off of that, as I glanced at the invitation on Franziska's desk that had yet to be opened. I knew what it was already, because I had already received an invitation: it was an invitation to Detective Dick Gumshoe's and Maggey Byrde's-who apparently got a job working in a lady's clothing department, and she also had less bad luck than she used to-wedding. I was going, because I was Detective Gumshoe's best man, and even though I had docked his salary multiple times, he was still a good friend. I had also apparently made his day when I had stomped into the Homicide department, went "Whhhhooooooooooooppppp! Detective Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuumshoe!" embarrassing myself in the progress, before slipping out, with a blush of shame on my face. I picked up the invitation.

"Franziska, you're not going to Detective Gumshoe's wedding?" I asked. I remembered the plot I had set in mind earlier, with Detective Gumshoe's assistance, and I'd probably die for it, but it would be a good way for Franziska to socialize and maybe get her first boyfriend. She sniffed.

"Of course not, Miles Edgeworth! Why would I ever want to go to that Scruffy Detective's wedding?" she said scornfully. It was a struggle to keep my impish grin off my face, but I somehow managed to handle it.

"You have to," I insisted.

"Why do I have to?" she questioned suspiciously. I edged my way towards the door, because I was certain I needed to make a break for it.

"Because Detective Gumshoe and I made you a bridesmaid so you could stop being so misanthropic," I gabbled in a rush, and then dashed out the door, but nothing could stop the scream that was being heard through the whole Prosecutor's Office.

"MILES EDGEWORTH!"

I hid in the janitor's closet until I was certain that she had gone home.

A/N: I actually like this story, even if I put Edgeworth OOC too much, but feel free to R&R anyway. If you like it, great! If you don't like it, don't be mean when you review, please. Just constructive criticism. Gracias.