Chapter Four: Mito-whaaa???

A/N: Yes, this science is based on what I'm doing at school right now, so it's pretty accurate...

Don't get too concerned about the random words! Besides, most people probably know this stuff..

Then again...

September 11 7:56 AM

Real World

School

Edgeworth and Houske parked their bikes, locked them up, and ran into the building.

They only had four minutes to get to the science class and start the test that was worth 60% of their mark.

"Why didn't I study?" Edgeworth muttered as they ran up the stairs by the library.

Edgeworth didn't bother looking around and enjoying his surroundings. He figured he would have time to do that later.

"Yes! We made it!" Houske hissed as they ran to their lockers (which they shared), put stuff in, took stuff out, and ran into their homeroom, the science class.

They then studied for one minute. Unfortunately, Edgeworth knew that it would be pointless, so he skimmed through the book, then looked out the window to think.

"What a strange world I found myself in..." he thought. "Wright, I guess you're the one hit up with real amnesia... I wonder how things are at your end..."

Next thing Edgeworth knew, a teacher came by thrusting a seven paged exam in front of Edgeworth, who knew that the worse thing one could do on a test was panic.

"You have seventy minutes to complete the test and hand it in to me." the teacher declared. "Make sure to write in pen and put all your focus on this test. Remember, this is worth 60% of your mark!"

Thanks for putting pressure on a guy.

"Ready... begin!"

And so the test began.

Mito.... mito..... whaaaa???? Edgeworth muttered as he stared at his diagram. In front of him was a diagram of a plant cell and he had to label all of the parts.

The only thing Edgeworth had down was the nucleus.

"This is SO confusing!" Edgeworth groaned. "What are teachers throwing at children these days? Once I get back to my world, I'm filing a lawsuit."

Edgeworth then took a deep breath and relaxed. He decided that today would be the best day to accept everything. In this world, he had become Oroki Yousora. If Houske claims that Oroki never studies, it must mean that Oroki has a ton of confidence in his skills.

Edgeworth tapped into his memory. Well, not his personal memory but rather Oroki's. His memory.

He looked at the diagram.

Instantly, he knew all the answers.

"Mitochondrion!" Edgeworth exclaimed under his breath. He wrote it down on the blank, then proceeded to labelling the other parts.

"Lysosome, ribosome, rough endoplasmic reticulum, Golgi apparatus, cytoplasm..."

The list went on, and finally, Edgeworth had succeeded in tapping into his second body's memory and completing a page.

Six more to go.

Edgeworth flipped over the next pages. They were all short answer questions and one page of definitions (no fill-in-the-blanks, true or false, or even matching! T.T).

On two pages was an essay question and at the end was an application question.

What the heck???

And so Edgeworth spent the next sixty-five minutes suffering from brain cramps, hand cramps, and satisfaction in his results in the end.

"Osmosis... membrane... non-permiable..." Edgeworth's brain felt like tomato aspic by the end of it all. He couldn't believe that there was still more school to come!

"So how was the test?" Houske asked as he ran beside him to their lockers.

"My head hurts." Edgeworth replied with a soft chuckle. "How could a teacher give us such a hard test. I swear, I should sue him for child labour or something."

Houske laughed. "And that's how you know that the good old Oroki Yousora is back!"

Edgeworth stopped. It can't be.

Was he losing himself?

Edgeworth continued walking. He decided to dismiss the topic.

Besides, life in this world wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

September 5 8:57 PM

Fey and Co. Law Offices

Well, random re-cap of the game, I guess:

Mia had just finished calling her sister.

The call had been something about Mia giving her sister some evidence to hold on to, then some dinner.

The American Stereotype murdered Mia after taking the Thinker which apparently has papers stuffed in it.

Okay, enough of the random re-cap.

Let's get back to the parody part!

September 5 9:08 PM

Fey and Co. Law Offices

"Hmm... I guess being casually late is a pretty decent excuse." I muttered to myself as I walked towards the office. "Wow, is Mia gonna bring the kendo stick out on me again!"

Just before I stepped into the office, an oddly foul odour was being emitted from the room. That's when I immediately remembered what was to happen.

"Blood..." I started. "...MIA!" I ran into the room, to find the body of my dead mentor lying lifelessly beside a girl that looked alike and was wearing strange clothes.

"Chief!" I screamed. I immediately ran to her side, but from where I can see, my mentor was as good as dead.

The strangely clothed girl was sobbing right beside her. "Sis..." she moaned.

If I was thinking straight, I would have figured out that the girl who was sobbing beside Mia was her sister that Mia was referring to earlier.

Of course, the sight of a dead body can never CAUSE anyone to think logically. Instead, I shot out an accusing finger at the girl and started to yell at her, blinded by my own sorrow.

"It was YOU!" I sobbed. "YOU killed her!"

She looked up at me, her eyes red from tears.

"How could I kill my own sister?" she simply put.

That's when I was knocked back to my senses.

"Maya?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's me."

"You're the Chief's sister?"

Maya simply nodded.

Then she collapsed.

I knew that it was all probably from shock. I picked her fragile body up and let it lay comfortably on the office couch, the same way I myself had been lying back before my first trial.

I then went over to examine my dead mentor. Wow was Phoenix's life EVER messed up.

I checked the scene. It was obvious that the blood on Mia's head and the blood on the Thinker that she was beat up on the head senseless.

I wanted to pick it up, but to avoid tampering with the crime scene, I looked in my pocket and pulled out some gloves.

I guess Phoenix was also pretty careful to carry them around, knowing that he was BOUND to stumble upon a dead body.

The first thing I noticed was the Thinker. To think that, yet again, the Thinker would be the center of the case once more.

I then touched Mia's shoulder. It was easy to tell that I missed the murderer by a few minutes because her body was still warm. I tried to stop myself from crying as that precious body heat faded off, leaving the dead, soulless body alone against the wall.

It just had to be a murder.

And I was a few minutes late.

Dang, is Godot ever gonna be mad!

I looked around. In my handy-dandy Court Record button, I somehow managed to stuff info on the Thinker, random glass shards around Mia (which cut my finger!) and last but not least, the paper by Mia, which I knew read Maya.

I already knew that outcome of this case. I knew Maya wasn't the killer, but now I can see, through the circumstances of the crime scene, why someone who didn't think clearly, such as myself when I first stumbled upon Mia, and the next person to randomly run in, figured that Maya was the killer.

I looked out the window.

And I remembered yet another annoying part of this case.

There, standing right outside in the hotel, was April May and her incredibly visible cleavage. It is IMPOSSIBLE not to end up looking at them (dang, the girl needs to get a bra). In her hand was a phone and as I figured, she was calling the police.

I sighed.

I walked back to the couch, only to find that Maya wasn't there.

"Maya?" I called out.

Suddenly, she walked out into the open, all silent.

I don't know WHAT I was thinking at the time. The girl was in shock. Yet, I was still so cruel to immediately ask her what the heck had just happened. (Yes, this moment deserves a facepalm.)

"So... what the heck happened here?" I asked casually.

She sobbed.

Nice kickin, Yousora.

What was even more idiotic of me was when I showed her the receipt with her name on it.

Yeah, well, let's just say her tears turned into a waterfall.

"Sis!" she cried. "Why did you write my name on the receipt?!"

"Wait, wait!" I exclaimed. "Don't cry! I guess I shouldn't have asked you so many questions at once!"

She continued to cry until her sobbing was drowned out by police sirens.

Next thing I knew, a hobo ran into the scene.

Oh wait, that was Gumshoe.

"Alright, I'm detective Dick Gumshoe, see?" he randomly said.

Both Maya and I looked at him strangely.

"You've got to be kidding me." I sighed. "The detective comes in looking like a hobo."

Maya gave me a little chuckle. At least I got her to stop sobbing.

"Hey pal, that's not nice!" Gumshoe interjected.

"I swear detectives get paid a lot for their work." I replied with a casual look on my face. Clearly, I wasn't disturbed after stumbling upon Mia, only because I knew this was all some game. "I hear they get paid a ton for risking life and limb on the job."

It was Gumshoe's turn to quietly sob to himself.

He then started to mutter to himself, but I could only catch a couple of words.

"Mr...right....boss.....cut.....pay..."

Those words clearly pieced together on their own.

Suddenly, Gumshoe grabbed a pair of hand-cuffs and put Maya under arrest.

"Hey! Why did you arrest her?" I exclaimed.

"Well, her name is on the receipt you're holding... in blood..." Gumshoe explained.

Oh.

Guess I should've hidden it before he came in.

"Case closed! You're coming down to the precinct, ma'am!" Gumshoe explained as he dragged Maya off.

The last thing I heard from him was when he muttered something gleefully.

"...right....happy......win.....raise...."

And so I was left alone with the dead body only metres away from where I stood.

Now that I think of it, that situation is pretty creepy.

Well, I now I have to talk to Maya soon, so I guess I'll just wait around till visiting hours begin at the Detention Center.

If only Mia told me where that was before she moved on.

September 6 8:57 AM

Precinct

After scrambling around town for three hours, I resorted to my last option.

I ran down to the precinct.

"GUMSHOE!" I called out.

Suddenly, the grubby detective ran towards me as if he were pretending to be busy at the time, even though I knew he had just been wandering around or cleaning in the prosecutor's office all this time.

"Yes pal!" he randomly saluted.

As soon as he had a moment to catch his breath and have his first look at the visitor, his excitement faded.

"Oh, it's you." he muttered.

"Hey, I'm not a rock!" I yelled. "And don't call me 'you' or 'pal'. I'm Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth."

I figured a while back that I should just stick with the name I've been given by some mysterious force here instead of trying to persuade everyone I know that my real name is Oki and I'm from another world.

Even I wouldn't believe my own story.

In fact, I still don't believe it.

"Sure, pal." Gumshoe muttered. A cheesy smile was bubbling on his face, glad he was finally doing something useful. "What do you need?"

"I need to know where the detention center is."

Gumshoe scoffed. "A defense attorney who doesn't know where the detention center is." He laughed at the irony of the thought. I laughed with him too, but in a sarcastic way.

"Yeah, yeah!" I muttered in frustration. "The chief just never got around to telling me."

Gumshoe sighed. He looked down with puppy-dog eyes. I guess he was hoping for a bit more, some excuse to stall him from his original job. I would do that too, to be honest.

"Well, it's just down the street, pal."

"Thanks!" I then ran out the door, knowing I had to leave the depressed Gumshoe in order to help out a more important character in the story: Maya.

September 6 9:07 AM

Detention Center

Visitor's Room

I was left panting by the time I made it.

That street was LONG!

And it was going UPHILL!

And I forgot the BIKE!

Everyone looked at me with suspicions as I walked to the desk and asked if I could meet Maya. I was drenched with sweat and my eyes were probably bulging. Clearly, my endurance didn't come with me when I fell into this world.

They let me visit Maya. I walked over to where we meet with the locked-up people.

"Wow, they have poor Maya locked up like a criminal." I thought.

Soon, Maya came into her side of the room and took a seat behind the clear glass. I felt so bad for her. It must be terrible to be accused of a crime you knew you didn't commit. That's pretty much why Phoenix decided to become a defense attorney; to defend those who couldn't help themselves.

That's pretty much why I'm a defense attorney right now.

"Oh!" Maya gasped at the sight of me at the other side of the glass pane. "It's you! The lawyer... G-good morning."

I was nearly driven to tears by how hard Maya was trying to not make it seem as if she were suffering. She tried her best, but the thought made the mood more depressing.

Yay.

"Good morning!" I exclaimed, trying to bring up the mood. Of course, why the heck would someone be happy in a detention center?

"Wow, she looks so tired." I thought.

"Um..." she started. "Are you going to be my attorney?"

That's pretty much the entire reason I came to visit her.

I figured before we thought of that, I should at least try and cheer her up.

Of course, I'm an epic fail when it comes to cheering people up.

"Yeah, of course I will!" I exclaimed. "Cheer up!"

Of course, any time someone tells another to cheer up, it always fails.

"R-really?" she asked as if she clearly didn't believe me.

"Wow, that just managed to make her sadder." I thought solemnly. I then figured it out.

"Um... what... what's wrong?" I asked. "You don't think I can do it?"

"..."

Well, '...' explains all.

"No... no one could!" she suddenly yelled. What a strange outburst. "Who would believe me?!"

Tears were flowing for her eyes as she sank deeper into the depths of the inevitable.

I suck.

"Even you, when you found me in the office. You looked at me like I had done it."

I suck.

"No, no! I never thought..." I then took it back. "Yeah... you're right... but that was BEFORE I knew who you were!"

I suck.

Like that argument sounded convincing.

"I-it's okay. I understand" she said in a voice that was barely a whisper. Her lip quivered in sadness as she tried to hold her tears back for the both of us.

She then tried to smile. She looked up at me straight in the eye.

"And... I've also heard about you." she exclaimed.

"From your sister, probably." I replied. I tried to put a smile on my face too, but it was harder than it looked.

"I... was talking to my sister on the phone the other day." she stated.

See?

She then gave me exactly what their conversation contained.

THE CONVERSATION

(for all of you who are reading this, but don't have GS1 *PW: AA*, this is the exact *kinda* conversation)

Mia: Today was my junior partner's first time in court.

Maya: Wow! Really? How did that go?

Mia: It was quite the scene. Honestly, I was on the edge the whole time. It's been a while...

Maya: Hah! So, she crashed and burned.

Me interjecting: HEY!

Maya: *rolls eyes and continues*

Mia: ... she's a genius. One of those who 'strike fear in the hearts of evil' types.

Me interjecting: Oh yeah! *basks in glory*

Maya: Miles, let me continue!

Mia: The only thing she's lacking is... experience.

Me interjecting: Duh!

Maya: Huh, sounds like it was fun! Well, I know who to go to now if I ever get in trouble!

Mia: I don't know Maya. I think you might want to wait... give her three more years.

Me interjecting: WHAA! That's LONG! (and by then, I would lose my badge anyway...)

Mia:... That is, unless you want to be found guilty.

Me interjecting: WOWOWOWOWOW! I'm not THAT bad! (and I already know what's gonna happen in the future in the first place.)

END OF CONVERSATION

"That's what she said!" Maya smiled.

I just groaned. Here I was, trying to help my chief, but my chief is making even that tough.

Maya finally realized what she had done. "I-I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

Pretty late.

"I didn't mean to trouble you..." she murmured.

"No it's okay." I admitted. "It's true, I guess." (that part, I lied to support the game script)

Just as Maya sighed, I interjected. "But, at the same time, I can't just sit back and watch!"

Maya looked up at me in surprise. I was hoping she would. We were both in the worst part of life ever and I guess I was just doing my job as the main character by being the shining light amidst the darkness of despair.

"When I think of the person who did this to Mia..." I started.

"... I know." Maya told me. Her eyes started to well up in tears, but she just held them back once more. We knew that it was getting more and more painful to watch someone go through that.

And so I moved on.

"That outfit..." I began. Maya just chuckled.

"This is the outfit that acolytes wear." Maya exclaimed. "I'm a spirit medium... in training."

Always gotta point that out, right?

And so the talking goes on (Sorry, but I still don't know what to do about these dreadfully long chats. If I went into detail about everything, this story would go on forever! Wouldn't want that, right?).

FINALLY, Maya gives me a memo about her conversation on her phone and a card to go for a lawyer. (Most probably know who I'm referring to.)

And so I randomly ran off in search of this strange new lawyer.

November 11 11:33 AM

Real World

School

Edgeworth and Houske finally got through their next couple of classes. Fortunately, they weren't separate in any of them. so Houske was always there for Edgeworth to lean on in case they fumbled.

Edgeworth especially needed Houske when they were in their language class.

At the time, Edgeworth figured that this class would be easy because they were going to learn about random stuff such as 'phonics' and 'debating' (of course Edgeworth the expert in debating.

What he didn't count on was for the class to be a 'different' language class.

Here, they were learning French.

RANDOM FLASHBACK

"Why did we choose French again?" Edgeworth moaned. "German would have been SO much easier."

Houske looked at him strangely. "I guess the amnesia is still in effect. On the bright side, I'll finally be better in French than you!" Houske flashed Edgeworth a cheesy smile.

"This isn't funny, Houske."

"Well, as guys, we wanted to learn the most romantic language in the world... for the girls." Houske whispered into Edgeworth's ear. "Besides, who would want to learn the Nazi language?"

Fail.

And so the teacher rambled on about auxiliary verbs and passé composé as if Edgeworth cared. And to think that this was all a review from two years back. Apparently, they had to get ready for exams...

"Remember class..." Monsieur Lombard stated. "Anytime 'avoir' is used twice in a sentence, it's 'eu' such as: Tu as eu un disque compact pour ton assortiment de musique de Green Day, mais tu as perdu tous." (Yes, I am a fan of Green Day! XD)

"What does that mean...?" Edgeworth whined.

"That's an easy sentence!" Houske replied softly.

(It is too! I mean, even if you can't understand French, I made sure that there were tons of 'mots amis' *friendly words: words that look like their translation in English* in that sentence.)

"It means..."

"YOUSORA!" Lombard called out. The class turned to Edgeworth's panicking face, even though everyone knew that 'Yousora' had the answer. He was the smartest in the class, after all.

"Please translate that sentence for us." Lombard replied with a soft smile on his face. He knew that 'Yousora; knew the answer, but Edgeworth certainly didn't.

"I am SO screwed." Edgeworth thought. He decided to dig into his head again and see what Oroki Yousora thought of the phrase. He closed his eyes and said what came up in his mind.

"You had a CD for your assortment of music from Green Day, but you lost it all." Edgeworth said aloud.

Everyone nodded, not even phased by Edgeworth responding with his eyes closed. Edgeworth just breathed a sigh of relief as Houske looked at him strangely.

"Good job, Oroki." Lombard replied with a smile. He then wrote something down in his marking book.

"How did you figure it out?" Houske hissed. "I swore you were honestly struggling to remember a few seconds ago!"

"Lucky guess." Edgeworth hissed back. "By the way, why was no one looking at me strangely when I responded with my eyes closed?"

"That's because you always do that!" was the response. "You honestly didn't remember? Oh well, at least you do now!"

Edgeworth just shuddered. He was becoming more and more like the kid he was in than himself.

Was he losing himself?

END OF RANDOM FLASHBACK

Edgeworth shuddered at the thought. He decided that he wanted to be alone for a bit to think things out. Houske figured that it would be alright because someone with amnesia would need the time to think things out.

He sat by the ledge of white tiles in the cafeteria. Behind him were a bunch of plants and a nice fountain with stairs right above (yes, this was a rich school). In his hand was a small tray with fries with gravy and cheese, some apple juice, a fork, and a couple of napkins.

Edgeworth put the tray beside him, bent down, and held his head in shame.

"I can't believe it!" he growled. "I'm turning into Oroki Yousora!"

He slammed his fist against the white tiles, but didn't feel any pain. No one paid attention to the academic star as he grew frustrated sitting on those tiles. Suddenly, Edgeworth started to smile.

The he laughed, just like he would in court.

"What if I really am Oroki Yousora?" Edgeworth chuckled to himself. "Maybe I did get amnesia from that bus accident and my head became scrambled with that game. Maybe I'm not really Miles Edgeworth. I mean, get real. How could I possibly be a character from a game?"

Edgeworth sighed gleefully as he looked up to the ceiling, palms facing flat on the white tiles, cold to the touch.

"From now on, I will stop living a lie." Edgeworth said to himself. "I will live to who I truly am, Oroki Yousora."

And so he ate his lunch, not knowing that two people watched the scene hidden from view.

One jumped out of the plants.

The other floated off.

"Hey, what's up Oroki?" Houske asked as he finally got his lunch and walked over to where Oroki was sitting.

"Nothing much." Oroki replied. "Just enjoying a nice poutine."

Houske sat down calmly beside his best friend. As a good best friend, he could sense a change in Oroki ever since the bus accident.

Oroki had been unscathed from the accident, even though from where he was, anyone could have figured that he should have died.

There was just no way he could have survived with just a gash on his face.

Knowing this, Houske knew that if he suffered from so little, he couldn't have hit his head hard enough to suffer from amnesia.

The hospital declared that Oroki suffered from no form of concussion. In fact, his head was barely touched from the incident unlike others who were badly shaken.

Houske, from then on, had been investigating his friend, making sure to pay close attention to him.

He was also visited in a dream by a strange figure he knew he had seen before with Oroki.

He had hidden in the plants behind Oroki when he was having a conversation with himself.

He didn't heard much, but he knew that Oroki was going through some tough times.

He also learned something new.

Who was the new person that was Oroki Yousora? He was acting strangely... not himself.

Even if it was amnesia, someone would never forget their own styles and tactics like Oroki had in French class.

But he didn't bother talking about that just yet as the two best friends enjoyed their lunches before suffering from their final period of the day.

Mia floated off in concern.

Being a spirit, she could travel between the two worlds.

She watched over everyone and everything like the awesome spirit she was. She usually watched over Phoenix and Maya, but after she learned of the incident, she knew she would have to watch over Edgeworth and Oki too.

She was very concerned by the decision Edgeworth had made.

Of course Edgeworth was still Edgeworth. The truth is, Edgeworth's personality hadn't changed at all. It seems that the shock of suddenly taking the form of another being clouded Edgeworth's judgement.

Mia knew the truth.

She knew that he was confused because both Oki's and Edgeworth's casual personalities were alike. Edgeworth was getting WAY too frustrated over trying to figure out the differences between both of their personalities, even though the both of their personalities were too alike to tell the difference.

She floated off up to the sky, concerned for Edgeworth's mental being. Mia knew so much as a spirit, but couldn't do anything to help with anyone else physically.

She floated beyond the skies of the real world to travel back to her turnabout world. But then she stopped in the limbo.

She couldn't bear leaving Edgeworth.

But at the same time, she couldn't leave Oki.

And Phoenix.

She then instead flew up to the heavens.

She needed the help of someone she knew.

A/N: And so I was forced to cut off the rest of this chapter and stuff it into the next one because I'm too lazy to proof-read 6000 words for one chapter. (Then again, I suck at proof-reading!)

4500 is so much better. XD kidding, but I wonder who Mia is gonna get?

Wait, I have it ALL figured out!

Can't wait to see what you think!