To be perfectly honest, I never thought I would finish this fanfiction. Yes, this is the end. It was fun to write, however, and I thank everyone for reading and to the ones who have reviewed, you are most appreciated! I have some good news, I have an epilogue that I wrote, because I'm not good at endings, plus I couldn't leave it on the note that it is. In order for said epilogue to see light of day, however, I need your opinions, comments, and critisms. What you loved, what you hated, waht you were just plain neutral about! PLEASE!? In order to grow we must know how to improve, am I correct?

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'Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, - but the best is lost.'

Dirge Without Music v.2
by
Edna St. Vincent Millay

"I'm sorry for your friend. Did you get any hints from the tone of his voice or any background noise that would give him away?" Nikita tried her best to act concerned for Klavier. However, it was her brothers whereabouts that she was concerned about now. Klavier shook his head dazed. He tried to get the GPS app on his phone to track Ema's phone, but there was no signal from her phone to be received.

"Mr. Gavin?" Apollo's voice broke his reverie as everyone turned to look at the young lawyer. He was kneeling over the closest victim. "There's something on this body that...well, looks like it doesn't quite belong there."

Klavier squinted his eyes and started walking towards Apollo as he put his phone in his pocket. He froze when he saw the Raven staring at him from the Rook card that was sitting over the victims heart.

"What the hell is-" Klavier was cut off by a gun to his temple. He watched as Apollo, wide-eyed started to react, but was stopped by one of the CSI's that was 'examining' the closest body.

"Now, Klavier," Nikita's menacing voice came from behind the gun as she circled around him to face him. His hands were suddenly and forcefully held behind his back by an unseen person. "You will listen to me carefully. I think you understand that this is not your typical serial killing. I also think you understand the meaning behind that card, and you will do exactly as I say, or Ema's future will not be a happy one."

"What is the meaning of this?" Klavier heard Phoenix's voice behind him and then heard the cocking of a gun. Klavier clenched his jaw as he held Nikita's gaze. She had beautiful Jade green eyes that were familiar. Where had he seen those eyes before...

"Now that we have this crime scene secure, we will wait for the phone call from my brother..." A realization hit Klavier, hard, as the events of the last 8 years washed over him. It was Corvin he had just talked to on the phone, and he had Ema...but why? He was suddenly hit upside the head by Nikita's gun, just hard enough to bring him out of his reverie.

"Wake up, rock-star. Did you just realize what the hell happened? Did you just realize that you've been played your whole life by a talented musician, one that killed your uncle and befriended you? Life just took on a whole new meaning didn't it asshole?" Nikita's voice was full of venom. Klavier's mouth went dry as her words hit him like a speeding car. Phoenix was struggling against his captor and Nikita walked over to him and shoved the gun between his eyes. He stopped immediately.

"And you," A sick grin came over her pretty face. "Oh so clueless as to what was happening at the Borscht Bowl." She ran the gun along his jaw as he turned his face away. "Did you realize that the very place you were playing your precious game of cards with your precious Trucy, dirty deeds were afoot..."

"What...Trucy...Oh my god, if you so much as lay a hand on her..." Phoenix started struggling again, as his captor tightened his grip and started to twist his arm. The dark-haired man cried out in pain as Nikita signaled him to stop. She got very close to him and said, "Trucy is just fine. It's amazing how trustworthy that little girl is." Phoenix squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. She stepped back from the man and the twisted grin returned to her face. "I find it amazing that you, of all people, would trust Olga after all this time. She's been a good little player, and she will prove to be a good little assassin after we get through training her." Nikita turned back to Klavier. "Hell, maybe Ema could be a good assassin as well." Klavier stiffened as she pressed her body against him. "No, a cute girl like her will make more money on the market..."

"I think you forgot to mention how your precious Uncle Konstantin tried to sell you and your sister on the underground market." Everyone turned around at the voice. Miles Edgeworth was standing next to one of Nikita's cronies, a gun held to his head. Lana was standing a few feet away, her gun aimed at Nikita. They were suddenly surrounded by a troupe of Police officers.

"Miles...but how?" Nikita's expression of surprise mirrored everyone's as she spoke. Miles suddenly knocked the cronie on the side of the head with his gun and he crumbled like a rag doll to the ground. Slowly, he walked up to Nikita, and as he circled her, raised his gun to her eye-level.

"Maybe it was you that shouldn't have put their trust in Olga." Miles stopped when he was at her temple, and cocked his gun. She gasped. "Where is Ema?"

"I-I don't know..." She stuttered in Russian and shrugged.

"I'm going to ask again, Nikita!" Miles raised his voice and took a step closer so his gun was now pressing into her temple. She flinched. "Where is Ema?"

"I...I don't...kn-know...." She managed to squeak out when a beeping sound came from Klavier's pocket. Miles was so wound up that he pointed the gun at him.

"Whoa, Miles...easy..." He said as he dug in his pocket for his phone. Miles pointed his gun back at Nikita as Klavier held up his phone, "I know where Ema is located."

The cold night air pricked at Ema's skin as Corvin carried her from the car into Sunshine Stadium and she shivered. She tried to move her limbs, but they were so heavy, and she was so tired. She couldn't see anything with the blindfold over her eyes, which caused her to panic as she squirmed in his arms.

"E-Ema, it's okay," He struggled with her squirming, however she stopped as soon as she heard his voice. That accent...

"C-Corvin..." She said, her voice raspy and her throat burned. "Corvin...is, is it r-really you?" Her breathing elevated and she tried to move her head to no avail. She was suddenly laid down on something hard as Corvin took off his jacket and laid it under her head. "C-Corvin, I can't m-move...I-I can't s-see...I'm scared..."

Corvin ran his hand softly and slowly along her face to get the hair out of it and to sooth her. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and hold her forever. But, his plan wasn't complete. He decided to take off the blindfold.

Ema blinked, trying to focus on the man that she thought fell to his death. Instead who she saw in front of her was a blurry version of Rob.

"You...you're not C-Corvin...why do you s-sound like Corvin?" She tried to focus more when it hit her and she gasped. Those eyes....the unmistakeable shade of clear blue, the eyes that Ema used to get lost in. The eyes that held so much pain...the eyes that would lead to certain destruction...

"Ema, it is me, Corvin." He reached out and caressed her cheek. "I brought you here to keep you safe." His hand fell to her shoulder, then slowly over her heart.

"I...You...died...fell at the concert..." She blinked some more and again attempted to move her arms. Her right arm moved just enough for her to rub her eyes.

"I only died in spirit Ema," Corvin's hand felt heavy, but warm on her chest as he moved it over her breast, then slowly down to her waist. She gasped as he pulled her close and she felt his hot breath on her cheek. "I'm here now, and I can be here forever for you...if you want me..." His lips brushed her cheek and ghosted by her lips.

"I-I...you...were gone...s-so cold...lying on th-that hospital b-bed..." She was trembling as he nibbled her ear.

"But I'm warm now," He whispered in her ear, his Russian accent came back full force. Ema drew in a deep breath and froze as he said his next words. "Ema, I'm here to keep you safe..."

"Safe? Safe from...what? Who?" Ema grunted as she tried to lift herself up on her arms and sit up. She was shaky, but she was almost there when Corvin suddenly flicked his wrist and a card appeared in his hand. Her eyes focused just enough to see a Raven staring out at her. As panic surged through her brain, Ema's thought process became scrambled.

"Ema, listen to me carefully." He said smoothly. She gasped and stilled. Her vision suddenly became clear, and the only thing that mattered in the world was Corvin. He hesitated. He didn't want to brainwash Ema, but it would be the only way he would be able to get through to her.

"Ema, I need you to be very cooperative and do everything that I say in the next few hours. There are people after you and you won't be able to get away without my help. My uncle, Konstantin, will be coming to find you, as well as Klavier Gavin..."

"Klavier..." Ema breathed. She broke his gaze as she continued to speak. "He helped m-me tonight... he g-gave me a r-ride home..."

"No, Ema, listen to me!" He said loud enough for his voice to echo throughout the stadium. She looked up at him with a start. "Klavier is only interested in himself. He has no interest in you," He cupped her face in his hand. "Otherwise he wouldn't have left you alone tonight."

Ema's bottom lip started to tremble as she started to say something..."I-I loved you...C-Corvin..." Then she fainted.

"Damn," He swore under his breath. Suddenly a loud noise off to the left of the stage caught his attention as he quickly scooped Ema up in his arms and ran stage right.

Klavier drew in a sharp breath as the door slammed shut faster than either he or Phoenix could stop it. They looked at each other briefly as Klavier reached around and drew the gun from the waistband of his pants. Not the most comfortable place, but it worked in a pinch. Phoenix drew a gun from his own waistband and they nodded at each other. They made their way to the stage through the stadium seats. Klavier was the first one to spot Corvin's balled up jacket and he laid his hand on it when he approached it.

"Still warm," He stated in a barely audible whisper and gestured with his head. "You go left, I'll go right." Phoenix nodded and quietly took off.

Klavier watched him disappear into the right wings as he thought about how Edgeworth intimidated Nikita into telling him where her uncle was. He remembered the terror in Lana's eyes for her sister, yet how calm she was on the exterior.

He started when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out enough to see that it was Ema's phone. He was going to take a chance and not answer it. He wondered if Corvin knew about Edgeworths whereabouts as he flattened himself along the wall leading to the dressing rooms. For a split second he thought about going back to the stage and taking the passage above the vents. However, he knew he wouldn't be quiet enough.

When Klavier made it to the first dressing room, he pressed his ear to the door. Silence greeted him as he let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He licked his lips and tightened his grip on his gun. The next dressing room was the one that was usually reserved for the Gavinners when they held their concerts there. He put a shaky hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath to steady himself.

He held the gun in front of him as soon as he opened the door. Corvin had been sitting on the couch that was in the room, until Klavier entered the room and he flew off the couch, his own gun pointed at the prosecutor. Klavier had to take a double take at him to make sure it was Corvin. The eyes...

"Klavier, nice to see you again," Corvin said, as every nerve in his body vibrated, but he managed to stay perfectly still.

"Corvin..." Was all Klavier could manage to say.

"I'm surprised to see you so soon, however you are a smart man, I'm sure with Nikita's help, you've figured everything out." He paused and looked back at Ema, who had moaned. "I hope you've realized that your uncle was in the right place at the wrong time, an opportunity I couldn't pass up you might say."

"But you aren't the one who pulled the trigger on your father..." Miles had briefly told everyone Corvin's family history and the truth behind everything, after taking Nikita into custody.

"Heh, minor details..."

"Minor de- Corvin, your whole life could've been different because of that one detail, you let your uncle brainwash you because it was easy, because it took the pain of losing your mother and fath-"

"Shut up!" Corvin yelled. Klavier had slowly encroached on him, backing him up to the couch next to Ema. "How can you know how I feel?! How do you know what its like to live with the pain of losing your parents?! Tell me Klavier?!!"

Klavier watched as Corvin's shell was slowly cracking. He was shaking and one single tear managed to escape his eyes. The blond spoke as calmly as he could, keeping his gun trained on Corvin, unsure of his motives. "Because I've been there Corvin. I've felt that same pain, the pain of watching your parents die right in front of you. The pain of having your family taken away from you. The pain of watching your friends make mistakes and you can't do a damn thing about it. Corvin you broke Ema's heart in France, I don't think there's any hope of mending it now." Klavier tried to reach out and grab the gun from Corvins hand, but he jerked away and Klavier took several steps back.

"I really don't think you wanna do that." Keeping his gun on the prosecutor, he reached over and pulled Ema into a sitting position.

"Corvin, lets talk through this, you don't have to be under your uncle's thumb anymore..." Klavier took a couple steps forward.

Corvin suddenly pointed the gun at Ema's head as she made a strangled noise.

"Don't come any closer. If she can't be mine, then she won't belong to anybody."

"No Corvin you-" The raven-haired man suddenly threw Ema's blindfold off as her hands flew up to her face. Corvin shoved the gun into her temple and cocked it. A gasp escaped her scratchy throat.

"Don't...come any...closer..." Corvins voice was tense and almost, strangled. Ema tried to look up at him, but found that he had a good chunk of her hair in his hand and her movement was restricted.

"Please Corvin, you don't have to..."Klavier had taken a couple more steps forward when Corvin exploded.

"STOP!!" He shook poor Ema's head as his voice cracked. "Don't make me kill her!!"

"C-Corvin..." Ema managed to squeak out.

"Ema its going to be alri-"

A gun went off.

Klavier's blood froze as everything went into slow motion. Corvin's body fell like a leaf in the wind to the ground.

Everything was silent.

Ema's sobs sounded far away and all Klavier could focus on was Corvin's body lying very still on the ground.

"Klavier!!" Ema's arms were suddenly around Klavier's neck as everything was suddenly thrown into fast forward.

"Oh god, Ema!" Klavier exhaled as he held onto the girl tightly. They stayed that way for what seemed eternity when another gunshot was heard in the distance. Klavier pulled away first.

"Phoenix...oh god..." The blond grabbed Ema's wrist and ran out of the dressing room.

"What about Phoenix?" Ema's voice was scratchy and her throat felt like sandpaper.

"He's in the left wing...I didn't think anybody was here..." Klavier said breathlessly as they crossed the stage.

"What is going on?" Ema had a barrage of questions, however that was the only one that formed coherently in her mind.

"Stop!" A voice called from the seats. Klavier did just that as Ema ran into his back throwing him off balance for a second. He squinted out and thought he saw a dark figure with silver hair.

"Miles!" Ema tried to yell, but it came out as a strangled cry.

A loud noise from the left wing caught their attention as they all ran in that direction.

Miles was there first and burst in on a stand-off of sorts between Phoenix and Konstantin; Phoenix had a gun pointed at Konstantin as he had his hands thrown up in surrender. They both looked at Miles incredulously.

"Ahhh...Miles Edgeworth. You are early." Konstantin commented in his thick Russian accent.

"I'm here to stop you from corrupting any one else." Miles said darkly. Klavier and Ema burst in just then and Ema gasped at the sight of Konstantin.

"The beautiful Ema Skye, but where is your sister? Surely Miles wouldn't have traveled to the states with out her?" Konstantin mocked.

"Lana..." Klavier took a protective stance in front of Ema.

"Leave Lana out of this, she has nothing to do with this." Miles growled.

"But surely she knows the ugly truth of your involvement in the trial of one young Corvinus Pavlova-Rasputin-Konstantinov?"

"My involvement has nothing to do wi-"

"It has everything to do with this!" Konstantin's voice boomed throughout the stadium. "Why do you think I kept you in Germany for so long? If you had just let the system take over, and not interfered, everything would have gone as planned, and we wouldn't be here!"

"Corvin was innocent! I wasn't going to let the system swallow up another bright young man!"

"That's always been the problem with Manfred von Karma, he could never keep his children in check. You could have been a great prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, you and your sister, but she was too strong – willed. If only Manfred had brought you two to me earlier, I could have turned you into a great man. You and Karsten were easy to manipulate. I put Karsten in that trial just in time, or else you would have ruined the image of the prosecuting office with your weak witnesses and weak presentation. He thinks he prosecuted the whole trial. Too bad you had to go snooping around, Miles. Too bad the truth means so much to you You are lucky to be alive Miles Edgeworth. Karsten had to suffer for your pursuit of the truth." Konstantin's words lingered as everyone stared incredulously at Miles.

"Too many people have suffered because of you." Miles brought out his gun. "It's time to break the chain."

"What are you going to do now, Konstantin? You are surrounded." Phoenix stated holding the gun steady in front of him. The large Russian's laugh was guttural as he spoke.

"Wrighto," Phoenix cringed at the nickname. "You don't think I didn't come here without a back up plan? Don't think I didn't live with a Gramarye and didn't learn a thing or two..." With a dramatic wave of his arm and a puff of smoke, Konstantin was gone. Phoenix and Klavier ran into the smoke, but too late.

"I have the building surrounded, he's not getting very far." Miles stated as he put his gun away.

Ema stared blankly at the red and blue police lights as the morning sun broke through the clouds that had formed over Los Angeles. She was sitting in the back of an ambulance, with people attending to her, but none of that mattered. What she had witnessed tonight would be etched in her mind forever.

"Ema," Lana said quietly as she wrapped a blanket around her. Sitting beside her, Lana put her arm around her sister. "Ema, I'm so sorry, I wish I could've been there for you. I wish..." Lana started to quietly sob.

"Lana," Ema choked out. Everything about her was sore and exhausted. She was even too tired to cry anymore. "I love you." Lana held her tightly. In light of recent family dynamics, she felt like never letting her go.