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May 22, 11:37 AM

Detention Center Interrogation Room


The two prosecutors stood behind a pane of one-way glass. Edgeworth spoke up, "Franziska, are you sure about this?"

She continued to stare at the empty room. "Yes little brother, I'm quite sure."

"Very well, be careful about this. We don't know how he will react to all of it."

A man with a large scar down his face was seated at the table and handcuffed to it. Both Edgeworth and Franziska were expecting to see a hardened criminal. Instead ,they saw a man who was fearful of what is to come. It was such a strange thing comparing him now to when he made his threatening demands on the transceiver. "Well, I guess you can start now." Edgeworth told to his quote, unquote, sister. She nodded back.

She entered the room and sat down across from de Killer. She stared him down and started to talk. "How do you like your new living arrangements?" She sarcastically replied smirking slightly.

"W-What do you want from me?" He tried to maintain his image as an intimidating assassin.

"One word, testimony. That is all I require, the time tomorrow."

De Killer face gave a twisted wicked smile. "Mr. Engarde, never would I do that that would break the client, assassin trust."

Franziska realizing that he never trusted Engarde completely, replied back. "I would like to prove you've already broken the trust. You gave Matt Engarde a gun with blanks and never told him about the blanks. He also has betrayed your trust as well."

De Killer broke into an uncontrollable sweat. "Y-You're bluffing, a lie to trick me."

"Silence! Why don't you just enjoy the little movie we have for you."

"Wait, that's the tape Mr. Engarde told me to protect." He blurted out in surprise

Franziska popped the tape into a very old VCR and played it. The tape showed de Killer sneaking into Juan's room and killing him. It also included his face and other identifying features.

"Why was this tape taken of me?"

Franziska knew she had him interested she told him the truth about the tape. "It was to blackmail you after the incident was over with. Luckily for you he never had to use it, yet."

The assassin started to brood over the betrayal that was planned for him. "Even though this changes everything I won't testify. I would rather kill him with my bare hands. I will devise a death so repulsive that no one would ever be a traitor to me again."

Franziska shook her finger at him and smiled "One problem, you're under solitary confinement all day. There is no way to escape for you. You're trial is coming up and might I remind you of the impending capital punishment waiting for you. If you testify we will only seek life imprisonment."

"I'm not afraid to die." He tried to continue his façade.

This is not going to work out as things are going as of now. I got it. Her face turned into a solemn expression. "I've heard rumors about you. Things about how you still care for others even though you are hit man. Let me start by saying you've done more than just affected those in the case. You've affected the attorney that you blackmailed. You drove him almost to his death." Franziska looked back at the man. Was that a tear? "Is something that matter?"

De Killer tried to remain composed while speaking. "You don't know how many years I've hated my occupation. My father forced me to become an assassin taking on the family tradition. Through my time of being a contracted killer I've killed so many people. A human can only take so much of that before they either become insane or emotionally compromised. I've hit the wall. That attorney was my last straw of holding it in. I want to be brought to justice. I must atone for what I have done. The first thing I can do is fix some of this mess I've made."

Edgeworth was shocked at this revelation as he was still watching the scene unfold. Franziska now knew how de Killer was only doing this because of a selfish father.

"I see you've made your choice. I'll see you in court tomorrow."

De Killer said, "Wait there is something you must know first."

"What?"

"The defense attorney tomorrow, does the name Kristoph Gavin ring any bells?" de Killer answered in a serious voice.

Franziska did not see the danger in the attorney at first. She thought, Isn't he the brother of Klavier Gavin, Prosecutor and band leader of the Gavineers. "I don't think he will be a problem."

"That young lady is where you are wrong. I hear the inmates around me talk about him. They call him a savior. He stops at nothing to declare all his clients not guilty, no matter what the cost. One of the tactics he uses is forged evidence."

Franziska was still unconvinced, "Everyone says that about any successful lawyer nowadays."

"He's different, he might look good on the outside, but he's a little psychotic. A rumor going around is he has fits of rage at the meetings for the bar association."

I better keep this in mind if anything strange happens, but I can't just trust a rumor. "You will be taken back to your cell now." Franziska stated as a few guards took him out of the room. She stood up and walked back to room where Miles was waiting.

Edgeworth gave an off smile. "I heard everything in the conversation. It was perfect, the work of a professional."

Franziska responded with a slight bit of anger in her voice. "I hate that word."

Edgeworth noticing what it was said, "Perfection, right?"

"Yes perfection, that trial has turned my entire world upside down. Now I hate that word with a passion. Perfection can never be attained it only takes one wrong move to break it. After that trial we took an almost parental position over Phoenix Wright when we found out about his attempted suicide. I've never been the same since then. He's rubbed off on the both of us. We learned more about him when we took him with us to Europe remember?"

"At the time it was the only way to keep an eye on him. Those three months sparked the revolution that happens as we speak."

Last Fall

November 20, 8:37PM

Munich Germany, Street-side.


Miles and Phoenix walked out of a courthouse. Edgeworth had just prosecuted a somewhat difficult case. He believed they finally came to the truth. Phoenix seemed to be like his old self as well.

"Edgeworth, I believe there is something you might want to check into. The fact the body had acid poured over it and it was burned."

"What about it? I see no need to look into it." Edgeworth replied.

"The question is why the body is like that? There could be a chance there was an accomplice that didn't know that the body was corroded by the aid and burned the body."

Edgeworth was surprised to hear such a hypothesis about the murder. It didn't matter to him if he did help him. As long as Phoenix kept taking his anti-depression medication and remained content it was fine. He replied, "I'll look into it."

It was a nice change to see Phoenix happy for once compared to his normal gloomy self. Miles thought about why he even took care of him along with Franziska. Now I remember why. I owe him for saving me in the past when I was on trial, or is it because I really am his friend. He started to think more about him actually being his friend.

With that thought in his mind they continued down the street. As they were walking, Phoenix spotted something, rather someone. A little top-knot bounced up and down in the crowd. Phoenix called out, "Maya!"

Edgeworth held him back as he was going to chase the person. "Stop, there is no way that could be her. If you really want to we could see who it is though."

So they followed the mysterious person. They reached a clearing in the crowd. When they saw who it was they were not surprised. Phoenix ran up and tapped the female on the shoulder. "Ema, how are you?"

She turned around confused at first. Upon her initial investigation of Phoenix she was not aware of his presence. This was due to Phoenix wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. For some strange reason he wore a hat that read "papa". He apparently picked it up at some thrift shop before he got help with his depression. She screamed thinking he was some sort of abductor.

Miles spoke up, "Miss Skye, he's with me."

She heard Edgeworth's voice and her face suddenly brightened. "Oh, it's you Mr. Edgeworth. Who is this guy?"

"Phoenix Wright, the man who helped your sister." Phoenix replied with a hint of annoyance.

"Well excuse me; you aren't wearing your signature suit. A better question is why are you here, scientifically speaking?" She adjusted the glasses on her forehead.

Edgeworth inserted himself into the conversation. "Long story, not enough time." He said this to keep Phoenix in his rare state of happiness.

"That's fine; I don't have to get back to school until about 30 minutes from now. You can tell me everything." She said while putting one hand on a hip still smiling.

Phoenix added, "She can come get lunch with us. Franziska was planning to meet us for lunch."

Edgeworth was still resisting letting her tag along to avoid talk about Matt Engarde's trial. However he knew he couldn't just outright deny the teenager's request. "You may come."

Ema walked behind the two childhood friends as they reached the destination for lunch. They took their seats. A few minutes after reaching the destination, Franziska joined them.

Ema curious about everything that has happened since she left for Europe re-asked the question. "Why is Mr. Wright here?"

Edgeworth whispered in her ear the answer. He told of everything that had happened to them. He recounted from the trial, to Phoenix's suicide attempt and to the events leading up to that moment.

She replied back trying not to catch Phoenix's suspicion as he demolished his food. "He's been through so much. I think a solution can be reached. I've made a hypothesis that everything will be better if he changes those verdicts."

Edgeworth not thinking of such an idea was pleasantly surprised. "That might work. You are somewhat of a smart kid. One problem arises, Maya."

"Maya, who's that?" She asked wondering who she was.

Edgeworth needing to give more details added, "The one who was kidnapped. I hear every so often Wright mumble her name. That's something that might need to be taken care of."

Wright busily spoke about how great the food was. Ema responded to Edgeworth, "Mr. Edgeworth you know you can at least look into the legal aspect. It's scientifically proven that you are a genius prosecutor."

Phoenix caught the last part of the conversation. He paid no attention to it, being content with the contents in his stomach. After some talk about less important things Ema had to get back to class. A parting word came from Edgeworth's mouth, "I hear the forensics exam is hard, do study up."

Ema looked away to hide a slight blushing about his consideration for her. Edgeworth unaware of the admirer he had, shrugged his shoulders. She turned back around. "Good luck you three. I don't hate you Mr. Wright."

What was that all about? "Don't hate me?" Oh well.

This encounter gave Edgeworth the idea to right the injustice that had happened in the past year. He had a plan to get Phoenix back on his own. He just needed time and the time came.

A/N Next chapter we go to the prosecutors side of the bench in court. Leave your comments by reviewing and enjoy the rest of your time on the internet.