Chapter Eight: Oh Say Can You See?

A/N: Alright, and so random fun and awkward investigation begins.

By the way, the script is going to become more and more warped as the story goes on because I'm getting too lazy to follow the script word for word. It's horrible! *shudders*

Oh yeah, I get to send Edgey on a one month suicide trip... LOL (remember that this is the real world so the Ace Attorney storyline doesn't apply. ANYTHING can happen when fiction decides to intervene with the real world. XD


September 7 3:11 PM

Detention Center

Visitor's Room

Yeah, as soon as I requested a meeting with HER, I felt the need to immediately turn around and leave.

But they escorted her to the room on the other side of the clear glass pane WAY too quickly.

"Well hello!" she started. "I didn't expect anyone to visit me in such a dank place as this... It's really quite... moving."

As soon as she got a grip at the situation and who it was she had to talk to, demon May came back.

"Not!" she roared in a demonic voice. "You stinking lawyer! I hope you die!"

See, I didn't even get a chance to say anything and look what happened.

First impressions are everything.

"Have you come to laugh?" she bellowed in some random maniacal laughter that would even scare the heck out of Edgeworth.

Oh wait, I am Edgeworth.

What???

"Um, no..." I sheepishly chuckled back.

"Yes, laugh at the fallen Miss May!" she retaliated.

I was honestly tempted to fall back in laughter at her in an attempt to aggravate her more, and I would've have done that if it weren't only for the dark look over her once 'cute' face.

"Don't worry, there's just something I wanted to ask." I replied quickly, holding my hands up palms facing her to tell her to just chill.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing I want to BE asked." she growled back. "Haven't you done enough questioning you.... paper-head!"

"Here we go again..." I sighed in my head. I rolled my eyes in the failure. "I'm definitely washing my hair thoroughly as soon as I get home with some nice moisturizer..."

"Please stop." I responded. "You're mentally scarring the security guard.

And there in the corner right behind her was the security guard cringing in fear while huddling in a corner as if trying to get away from April May.

Why didn't he just use the door?

"..So? What is it you wish to ask me, hmm?"

"For starters, how did you get to be so totally whacked!?"

Wow, I think the security guard feels my pain.

Both of us have been officially mentally scarred for life.

"Actually, now that I think of it, you won't talk... I'll come back later..." I suddenly replied. I forgot that I don't have the proper piece of evidence yet to get April May to talk.

I sprinted out the door.


November 12 1:37 AM

Real World

Home

Edgeworth gasped awake, drenched in sweat. He had just couldn't get to sleep that night.

Neither could Houske.

Edgeworth's cell phone vibrated with Houske calling.

"I knew that putting my cell phone on vibrate was a smart idea!"

Edgeworth picked it up.

"Mr. Edgeworth, you can't get to sleep as well?" Houske asked.

"Yeah, Houske, that's pretty accurate." Edgeworth sighed. "I can't get to sleep because of all the things bearing down on my shoulders. You still have a care-free life, so why can't you get to sleep?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Houske scoffed. "I'm part of this too. I need to help you get back to your own world! Let me help you!"

"I can't let you do that, Houske." Edgeworth whispered sharply. He heard Houske gasp over the phone. "This is my responsibility and mine alone. There is no reason to get you mixed up in all of this."

"That's not true, Mr. Edgeworth." Houske then replied. "Without help, no one would get anywhere. I bet Phoenix is always being aided by Maya, Mia, or Pearls during his cases and someone is probably helping Oroki right now. I'm here to help you out."

Edgeworth thought about it.

The teen had a point.

Without the help of others, Edgeworth wouldn't be where he is right now.

He would most likely have been sentenced to death after the DL-6 incident if Phoenix didn't help bail him out and prove him innocent.

Maya would have been dead if he didn't help Phoenix solve the Matt Engarde case.

No one would know where everyone would be if Edgeworth didn't help defend that last case Phoenix did with the death of Misty Fey.

No one could get anywhere without someone else's help.

"Fine." Edgeworth surrendered. "But how are you to help me beat this 'game'?"

"That's easy." Houske told him. "but we need to get out of here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, see, I've been doing research on something... astral-style." Houske started. "I want to be an astronomer when I grow up."

And what does that have to do with helping me?" Edgeworth whispered back.

"Well, there has been a strange pattern in the stars." Houske replied softly. "I found this major disruption in space and I figured it's part of what has caused this entire space rift problem. "

Edgeworth gasped.

This kid is genius.

"What do you mean?" Edgeworth edged on. He wanted to learn more.

"Well, there's a strange 'white rift' as I like to call it." Houske said. "It's like a giant gap in the middle of nowhere. One day, I noticed it take in a star and an asteroid. The next three days afterwards, I'm positive the same asteroid and star came back out of the white rift. They were still moving in the same pace, but the asteroid had become a bit smaller as if it had passed three days. It must have disappeared and reappeared into the white rift. I'm positive that white rift leads somewhere, but no one believes the authority of a teen discovery, so I can't get NASA to send some spaceship to examine it."

"What a long explanation." Edgeworth replied. "You know what you're doing."

"Nice to get a compliment from a video game character." Houske chuckled.

Edgeworth scowled.

Houske took that back.

"Now, if that 'white rift' leads to where I think it leads to..."

Edgeworth didn't get it.

Houske sighed.

"It should most likely lead back to your world, Mr. Edgeworth."

"But even with the amount of money I have back home, I can't afford to buy a cardboard box for Oldbag in which the space station would want to send into space."

"But there's still an alternative." Houske continued.

"So why do we have to leave?" Edgeworth asked.

"Well, see in about a month, I predict that a strange disturbance is going to happen."

"A what?"

"A strong magnetic force caused by the expanding white rift destroying several stars is most likely going to be emitted into the rift and back out of the rift at the same time. If we can get into the path of that force when it hits Earth, then maybe..."

"It would send me back to my world."

"Yup. Or it could kill us."

Ooh, tough choice.

"And so what does the science geek suggest?"

"We go tomorrow and head for the proper destination."

"And how do we do that?"

"I've set up a fake admission letter for our parents to give us $300 each on a one month excursion that's work 50% of the majority of our marks." Houske exclaimed with an odd sense of pride in his voice.

"I'm okay with it because I don't see any other option." Edgeworth answered through the phone. "but how about-"

"My parents are already fine with it. I've already started to pack, so I suggest you should do that too instead of try to sleep." Houske replied.

"Wow, you're fast." Edgeworth chuckled. "You are useful."

"Thank you!"

Edgeworth hung up.

"I can't believe I just accepted to abandon my loving 'parents' and go on a mission that could possibly kill me." Edgeworth sighed to himself as he shook his head and packed. "What train of logic am I on? Oh yeah, there's no other option."

Edgeworth looked around at his surroundings.

"So this is the chance I'm going to take in order to get back my old life..."

He walked over to the window and looked up.

"Wright... Oroki... I wonder how things are at your end? I wonder if they are as equally hard as my choices are in this strange new world..."

A shooting star passed by.

"I wish..."

Edgeworth paused.

What did he truly want in life anyway?

He sighed, made his wish, then walked over to his half-filled suitcase.

He continued to pack.


September 7 4:15 PM

Gatewater Hotel

Room 303

"Oh gosh, I'm back here..." I thought to myself.

I heard something from inside the bedroom.

"Wait, hello?" I called out.

"Hello, good ma'am." the bellboy then stepped out of the bedroom looking rather disappointed.

"What the heck were you doing in there." I asked with a questioning gaze planted on my face.

The bellboy blushed profusely.

I ran in to make sure no one was in there.

Instead, I find rogue thongs on the floor and an open drawer.

Ouch.

"Oh my gosh, a pervert." I whispered silently to myself, hoping the bellboy didn't catch my comment.

I stepped back in the living room with the madly blushing bellboy. He didn't seem guilty, that's for sure.

"So what are those thongs doing there?" I asked him.

"I was just checking to make sure there weren't any more wiretaps hidden around..." the bellboy responded.

The answer was too well-mediated.

With the tension and awkwardness in the room, he decided to change the subject.

"Quite the performance today, if I dare say so myself." he exclaimed.

"Oh thanks." I stammered sheepishly. "Sorry for putting you on the spot like that."

Well, at least we were off the voyeuristic topic.

"No, no, no, not at all ma'am." he replied with a huge grin forming on his face. He seemed happy at the thought.

As if that was the first normal form of 'exciting' thing he had done in his life.

"Your efforts today can only help the Gatewater's 'rep' as they say." he continued.

"It would also probably boost your salary a bit too." I thought. I stopped leaning against the couch in the living room and took one of the wooden chairs by the window and brought it over to the bellboy who refused to sit down and relaxed a bit. I faced the chair backwards and swung my legs over the seat, leaning forward on the back of the chair and relaxing while at the same time facing the bellboy.

"Yes!" the bellboy exclaimed as his eyes gleamed in dreamy thoughts. "Our reputation will swell as the hotel where the murderer used the wiretap! We can charge a premium on the room, of course. It will be great for business, ma'am!"

"Whoa, whoa!" I jumped off the chair. "Miss May hasn't been charged for murder. In fact, she didn't murder anyone!"

He still ignored me, trapped in his random fantasy.

"I, too, will become famous!" he sighed dreamily. "The Bellboy who brought the murderer ice coffee!"

His head was swelling up just a tad bit too much...

"Why do I feel like we're both stuck in the same bad dream...." I thought groggily.

"So!" the bellboy exclaimed. "You are our honoured guest! Please let me know if there is anything I can provide!"

Alright, because I've become incredibly lazy over the last few days or so, I'm skipping a ton of questions unless something interesting comes up, alright?

Anyway, all the question provided me was that the bellboy didn't know who came with April May, but he did know what he looked like, so I had to go and find a picture of the American Stereotype to show to him, then get a hold of a random affidavit.

Just saying.

I ran out of the hotel after that, knowing I needed to get that photo of the American Stereotype to get this case over with.

Running...


September 7 4:43 PM

Grossberg Law Offices

On the bright side, the roads went downhill for once.

On the down side, it was 4 kilometres away from where the hotel was.

Why didn't' I just go and grab my bike first when the office was right beside the hotel again?

And why didn't I just hail a cab like any normal person would?

Well, there's no point in questioning my logic now... might as well take a look around while Grossberg isn't around to scare the heck out of me with his abnormally deep clearing of the throat.

The first thing I noticed was the missing picture.

"Wow, the guy must be out mourning for his missing picture right now..." I said to myself.

I then took a look at his files.

One file stood out: DL-6.

The case that acted as the backbone of the entire Gyakuten Saiban saga.

Inside was a picture of Misty Fey, Maya and Mia's mom. (I think... otherwise, it was just an old woman if I'm wrong...)

I took it, then put it back to exchange it for a picture of the American Stereotype I found on Grossberg's desk.

Why did I have to go through all that when the picture was plainly lying on the desk?

No matter.

I grabbed the picture and ran.

Again.


Yeah, this time, I ran uphill back over to the hotel.

Much more tiring.

Next time, I'm taking a shortcut through People Park.

At least while I'm running, I get to enjoying some random scenery of other people who actually belong to this world and enjoying themselves.

By the time I reached the hotel, I realized just how sweaty I was and everything.

"Yeah, I'm grabbing a shower first." I muttered.

So I grabbed my bike which was parked right in front of the Fey and Co. Law Offices and biked home, grabbed a shower, a lunch, and got into a change to clothes.

Realizing I still had a ton to do today, I peddled hard back over to hotel, lunch clenched firmly in my mouth, the cornered theme looping in my head as a sort of motivation to keep moving.

Being the main character, I also had luck on my side and so I didn't encounter any red lights.

By the time I reached the hotel once more, I wasn't as sweaty because there was a nice breeze blowing through my semi-wet hair and my bite marks were firmly placed in my poor egg sandwich.

Why didn't I just ask bellboy for a sandwich inside?

Oh well.

No use dwelling on the past.

I ran into the hotel, tapped my foot along with the elevator music, ran down the hall, and entered room 303 where the bellboy was standing there doing nothing of any use except just being there.

Like in the games.

I don't think gamers ever wonder what the characters are STILL doing there after their avatar leaves to do something else.

When they return, the character is still standing in the same spot in the same position.

Now that I'm in this world, experiencing the games for real, I wonder why characters would just be willing to stand there doing nothing.

Is it because they know I'm the main character and everything is just a game?

Even though everything around me seems so real?

Is this really all just a game?

Or maybe they were just standing there enjoying their theme song or something.

I don't know, but at least it was convenient... and random.

"Bellboy!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, what may I do for you?" the bellboy asked politely. He wasn't even in much of a hurry right now.

"I am 99% positive this is the man that was with April May!" I claimed as I shoved the photo of the American Stereotype in his face.

"That's him, Detective." the bellboy replied.

"But I'm a defense attorney." I looked at him with a questioning look while scratching the back of my head.

Stupid shampoo doesn't help my disgusting dandruff at all.

"Oh, I know that!" the bellboy blushed a bit in embarrassment. "I just wanted to say 'Detective' once. You know how it is."

"Actually, no, I don't."

Well, because the bellboy was so eager to write all that down on a stupid affidavit, I let him just for the heck of it.

I left him as he started jumping around, claiming that he was the 'bellboy that signed the affidavit'. Wow, did he look like me when I got my first Gyakuten Saiban game.

And my DS included.


November 12 7:37 AM

Real World

Home

The first signs of life besides myself started a couple hours ago. Dawn cracked through my frosty window.

While I had been packing, I hadn't realized that it begun to snow.

Snow!

Living in LA and Germany, I've never gotten the opportunity to see actual Canadian snow!

As soon as I noticed the presence of snow, I realized that our trek was going to be hard.

Canadian winters are brutal.

Wonder how we would do...

Hopefully Houske has a plan all set up.

I mean, he already gave me a partial plan and faxed me over a copy of the permission package.

"Hey mom!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs, leaving my almost completely packed luggage bag upstairs. "I forgot that this was due today!" I waved the permission package in her face.

"What's this?" Ms. Yousora exclaimed.

"Our class is going on a retreat for a month!" I explained, trying to put on my game face which was a cross between happy, sad, strained, and confused. "Unfortunately, that means we won't see each other for a month and you have to pay $300. But I have to go because I hear it's worth 50% of the majority of our marks!"

Ms. Yousora's face stared at me, then smiled.

"Well, if it's for grades, I don't care! Do me well, son!"

And with that, she handed me a check for $300.

"Oh, they said it had to be cash." I said quickly.

She didn't question me.

Instead, she called Mr. Yousora, told him the situation, then told him to withdraw $300 from the bank.

She then filled out the form.

Mr. Yousora suddenly came bursting out the door with a wad of bills in his hand.

"Here you go, son!" Make us proud!" he exclaimed.

They didn't even seemed worried about the purpose of the money.

And so I got the package of money and form.

"So the trip's today?" Ms. Yousora asked.

"Yeah... I know, I'm sorry for it being so last minute." Edgeworth apologized.

"It's alright son. Just as long as you get a good mark, we don't care." Mr. Yousora solemnly replied.

I ran out the door with my stuff and an empty stomach, getting my first taste of Canadian winter and part one of the plan to get back home.

"Wishing star... do your thing."


A/N: And so you wonder what Edgey wished on the star. (Tell me what you think!)

And why his parents are so oblivious to the world around them. (Well, his parents are basically an over-exaggerated version of my parents anyway. They would do anything if it means getting me a good grade, like how I spent $51 on a science project... and got a 90 as a result....)

Oh yeah.... NO, this is where I stop doing each day because a WHOLE month and to think EACH CHAPTER only represents one day!

I might run out of Turnabouts!

And so this means multiple days will be shown through each chapter...

or something like that...