Author's Note: I'm sorry it took a while! I'm sorry it's so short! I've been randomly addicted to random internet things lately, making me forget about Fanfic a little. I've also had a crap load of finals and regents, family stuff, friends, ect. I'm also moving in August, and the concept is pretty distracting.

Don't own anything.

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"Mr. Armando..." I scrunched up my nose, re-reading my notes. "Something just doesn't add up. Iris sounded so timid and listening in every story I've ever heard- She wouldn't blatantly accuse her boyfriend of cheating and run out before she heard his side..." I frowned. "And Trucy was born years before Mr. Wright and Dahlia/Iris even met- Shouldn't she have noticed?" Mr. Armando shrugged and drank another mug of coffee.

"I know what you mean..." He trailed off. "I never got that, either. And when she came back to the cell, she didn't seem upset- Hell; I think she was humming..." He sighed. "This case isn't going to fade away, is it?" He asked me, as I put an asterisk in the notes and added the part about Iris humming.

"It hasn't been completely solved," I stated. "Can you say you don't want to know the truth- the complete truth?" He sighed again. I bet he was rolling his eyes. He looked like he would be rolling his eyes.

"No, I can't. It's bugged me, too..." He poured another mug of coffee for himself, before finding another mug and poured some into that mug, too. He extended it to me. "You want coffee, kid?" I made a face, thinking of Mr. Wright's coffee.

"It doesn't have grape juice in it, does it?" I asked warily. Mr. Armando chuckled and shook his head 'no.' "...Mr. Wright pretty much lives on the stuff. Maya and Trucy tried some yesterday and almost choked on it."

"That can't be healthy, drinking something like that constantly," He said before draining his mug then the one he poured for me. I glared at him as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He noticed.

"Uh..." I frowned at his hypocrisy. Mr. Armando frowned and poured some more coffee.

"What?"

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As I left his cell, I looked over the notes again. Mr. Armando described it in great detail. Mr. Wright was right- Maya would make an excellent lawyer if she didn't freak out while taking the bar exam. I shoved it in my back pocket, and walked down the cell block. I stopped dead in my tracks as I passed one cell and saw something I never expected. Franziska von Karma was sitting in a fancy chair across from a grey haired old man with a very large cravat, also sitting in a fancy chair. He also had a fancy suit jacket on. They sat in silence, sipping drinks from small cups they each held. Franziska's eyes held disappointment and contempt for the man, as his eyes held for her. She slammed the cup on the small fancy coffee table between them and cleared her throat, and stood up.

"Well, father, I must go now." She declared, voice impatient. "This was fun- I wish I could visit more often." She obviously lied. Her father scowled.

"Please do." He replied, obviously not wanting her to visit more often. He had the foreign, deep, scary booming voice from earlier. "And tell your sister and 'brother' to visit more often, too." He sneered. She kept her face calm, but she was angry. Very angry.

"My sister and I have not talked in a long time, father. And I doubt the foolish Miles Edgeworth would like to see you..." They both growled slightly at each other. "I doubt you would like to see him, actually, unless you wanted to kill him." The man laughed mirthlessly.

"I always want to kill him. I blame him and Phoenix Wright for me being here." He glared. I saw her hand twitch for her whip, but she didn't attack him.

"Really, father?" She asked, seething. "You don't blame yourself at all for killing an innocent man, adopting his son, and then trying to frame his son for his father's murder?" She spat. "You're more of a fool than I thought!" He growled, before chuckling evilly.

"You are soft, Franziska. That man deserved his death-"

"For exposing you forged evidence?!" She exploded. "For putting a small dent in your perfect record? You still won that case, and you still killed that man!" Franziska must have kept this pent up for a long time- Probably since she found out her father was a murderer. "I know it is hard to believe, father- But there are more important things than a perfect record!"

"Such as...?" He mocked her. "Friends? They'll turn on you in an instant-"

"Not everyone has a secret agenda!" She yelled. I could see small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "You always taught me to be perfect! To not let my emotions get in the way of my perfection! That people are fools and tools to be used for your own personal gain!" She glared at him- I've never seen such hate in her eyes. He simply sat there, chuckling evilly the whole way through. "Fool!"

"This is why you could never beat Phoenix Wright," He guffawed. "You are weak, Franziska. You could never-" Finally, that one sound I was waiting for rang through the air.

CRACK!

Franziska breathed heavily as she stood, arm still extended, from whipping at her father. He raised his hand to touch his face and wiped the very shallow gash in his cheek. He looked at the blood on his hand, then glared back at his daughter.

"Well," She started, stepping near the door, the guard in shock. He fumbled as he unlocked it and allowed her to leave before slamming it shut, afraid the prisoner may attack and go on a rampage. "It seems you are human after all." She turned away from him and stormed out, not noticing me until I spoke.

"Ms.- Ms. von Karm- Franziska?" I asked. She whipped her head around, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. "Are- Are you okay?" She growled, whipped me, and helped me off the ground after I fell.

"If you tell a single person about whatever you heard, you are a dead man, fool." She threatened. I gulped, and then nodded, barely keeping myself from asking what that was about. She glared at me. "Manfred von Karma is my father. I trust you have foolishly read Mr. Phoenix Wright's report on the incident?" I nodded, afraid she may whip me again. "Then you know what happened. You are never to speak of this again."

I nodded, and we left the prison and headed back to Mr. Wright's apartment building in silence.

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Author's Note: Yeah, I felt like writing a bit of random angst. It was completely unplanned and written on a whim. I'm positive it's out of character a bit, but I wanted Franzy fighting with her daddy Manny. 'Cause I like her and hate him. (I would just like to point out I have a good relationship with my own father- Nothing stemmed from personal resentment.) I just realized it's almost Father's Day. Wow. Strange timing for this chapter. Again, sorry it's short!