A/N: 'Sup? Aha, I can't believe people actually want me to continue this. I'm pretty much brain-dead, summer does that to people, eh? Anyway, I just want everybody to know that I am going back and editing all the chapters. I know I messed up on capitalization near quotation marks and wrong versions of homophones and stuff… so yeah. Of course, I'm probably not going to spy all of them. As I'm fixing my embarrassing mistakes, you can read this chapter that I wrote in a huge hurry. Huzzah and enjoy~

Disclaimer: Nothing mentioned here belongs to me, and I'm pretty sure nothing ever will.

"MR. EDGEWORTH!" The door to my house rattled with a loud thump as if somebody was trying to break in. The kitten I had rescued and not named yet leapt off my lap in fright and bolted into another room, while Pess merely raised his head tiredly and decided there was nothing interesting, so went back to a comfortable position.

"MR. EDGEWORTH, OPEN UP! WE HAVE SOMETHING TO ASK YOU!" Another thump caused the door to lean forward slightly. Ignoring it was pretty much out of the question now, so I reluctantly got up and opened the door.

Maya Fey was apparently going to charge again, so soon as I opened the door she came running in yelling something about Samurai power. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't stop herself before she tripped over a maroon rug and made quite a spectacle of spinning around and falling face first onto the floor. I heard a cry of agony behind me, and Wright himself sprinted in after her.

They officially knew my address by memory now. Oh well, that means I have a reason to move.

After Wright made sure the girl was alright (she couldn't have hurt herself that badly), he helped her stand up and pretty soon they were staring at me. I returned it by glaring daggers.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes – me standing at the door with a "get-out-and-leave-me-alone-already" expression and the two of them who were now making themselves comfortable on the couch. Maya was the first to speak.

"Okay, Mr. Edgeworth, we have a very important question to ask you." She said it in a serious manner, hands folded in her lap. I was almost fooled for a second until Wright agreed with her, nodding his head. Now I knew this was just a joke.

"We've been arguing about it for days on end, and we refused to speak to each other." It didn't look that way when Wright dashed in with a horrified expression when you fell down, Maya. "…So we decided to come here and have you settle it!" …How'd you do that without talking?

Her eyes were shining brightly as she jumped off the couch and walked over to me so her face was inches from mine. "Mr. Edgeworth, Harry Potter or Twilight?!"

"…"

"Don't worry, you won't hurt our feelings!"

I was expecting a let down. I really was. But… to argue about something so ridiculous, not to mention old (Do people even know what those are anymore?) was incredibly… well, foolish. But I guess you couldn't expect anything less from the things Wright and his assistant came up with. How'd Wright manage to beat me in court again? I glanced at him and he was staring at me with the same powerful gaze equivalent to Maya's. He was actually serious…?

I looked over at the wall to avoid their looks. "Well… I suppose it depends on what you mean…" I muttered.

Maya clapped her hands together and backed up slightly to return my personal space. "On levels of utmost awesomeness!" She was beaming like a cartoon character would. "Which one do you like more?!"

I sighed. Nobody was going to come rescue me this time… I might as well speak my mind. "I haven't read either in a while; my opinion is going to be biased."

"It doesn't matter! Just choose one!"

I really can't believe I answered that question. "…I'd have to say… well… it's well-written so… the second one."

Maya stared at me for a few seconds before cocking her head to the side. "What was the second one again?" Before I could reply, Wright bolted from the couch and was by my side, gripping my arm.

"Aha, he's with me, Maya! I told you Twilight was so much better than stupid Harry Potter!" I'm pretty sure blood circulation was cut off in my arm; he was now waving it around, grasping it incredibly tightly. "All you have is Larry and he doesn't really count, he just chose it because you did. Edgeworth, on the other hand, is loyal," he tugged me forward with each word. "Trusting," tug. "Considerate," tug. "Intelligent," tug. "And he would never leave my side!" He stopped walking and dragging me along to turn around and grin. "Isn't that right, Edgeworth~?"

"Wright, let go of me this very instant or I'll sue you for assault and breaking and entering."

His face looked crushed, and I very much enjoyed it. "But you let us in!" He released his grip, however.

"Who do you think they're going to believe?" I said, now rubbing the raw spot on my skin he had grabbed.

Before Wright could answer, Maya was once again in front of me, hands on her hips and bottom lip out in a childish pout. "I can't believe you, Mr. Edgeworth! Harry Potter is full of magic and sorcery… my family's very roots! I… I…" Her normally cheerful eyes were now sparkling with watery tears. "I'll never forgive you!" She let out a tiny wail before tears started streaming down her face, bawling insanely. Wright wore the same expression he had when she had fallen down, and he immediately went to her side. As the girl cried into his shoulder, he glowered at me.

"I can't believe you'd make her cry like this!" he accused angrily, arm around her protectively like a big brother shielding his little sister from bullies. "You have such a cold heart, Edgeworth!" Maya still crying, he walked her over to the door and opened it. He looked back at me with another heated glare before walking out in a huff.

I was flabbergasted. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists tightly before walking out onto the patio and calling after them, "It was both of your faults for asking me in the first place!"

He yelled something back, but I couldn't make it out. Irritated, I walked back inside and slammed the door shut.

…It wasn't really my fault she began crying, was it?

Stay alert when Wright asks you something – you will never know the consequences.