Author's Note: I'm sorry this took soo soo long! I've been very distracted lately, and suffered from something horrible! Writer's block! Ug, this chapter sucks. It's funny, then depressing, then funny, then sweet, then suspenseful. I just can't write one general emotion for a whole damn chapter. Sorry! Sorry!

Also, I'd like to thank everyone who pointed out Manfred von Karma was dead before the second game. I forgot, sorry. If I screw something up, please call me on it!

Don't own anything.

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I opened the door to the agency. Trucy was sitting on the couch, listening to some music while boredly doodling on the newspaper. Vera sat next to her, engrossed in her work in her sketchbook. I chuckled as I looked on the ground in front of the television. Maya, Mr. Wright, Mr. Edgeworth, and Larry all sat in a line with their legs crossed like small children, cheering on the Steel Samurai as they watched old episodes on the television, probably from Mr. Wright's tapes. I glanced at Franziska.

"I... I have lost all my foolish respect for both of you fools, Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright," She said through clenched teeth, covering her face with her gloved hand. Mr. Edgeworth bolted upward, a mix of embarrassment and horror falling on his face.

"I- This isn't what it looks like!" He exclaimed, scrambling to look less ridiculous. "They made me watch it!" Mr. Edgeworth yelled, pointing at Maya and Mr. Wright. Maya found it hilarious, while Mr. Wright smirked maliciously.

"You started screaming like a little girl when you realized it was on," He tapped the surprised-face button on his hat, which was secretly a camera. "I have proof." Trucy looked up from the newspaper and took out the earphones.

"Uncle Edgey likes the Steel Samurai," She stated, straight faced. I tried to hide a snicker. "The four of them were acting like school children again." Silently, Mr. Edgeworth fumed, while Larry got off the floor and clapped him on the back.

"It's 'bout time ya acted like a kid anyways, Edgey, 'fterall, you were middle aged at twenty-twenty... How old were you when we re-met?" He slurred, putting his arm around Mr. Edgeworth, smiling brightly while the magenta-clad prosecutor's face darkened rapidly. He scrunched up his nose.

"Don't touch me," He demanded, pushing Larry off him, before storming out of the cramped room. Larry fell to the ground and made a pathetic sound in agony. Mr. Wright and Maya sighed in unison, helping him up. They dragged a clearly intoxicated Larry to the couch, Vera and Trucy willingly getting up.

"It's too early to tip the bottle, Larry," Mr. Wright sighed, looking at his friend with concerned eyes. Larry groaned, obviously over exaggerating.

"I'm in pain! Pain, Nick! The love of my life was killed and I never even knew!" He whined loudly, tears starting to fall. Franziska's hand twitched towards her whip, but restrained herself from whipping the man on the couch. Maya bit her lip, her face sympathetic. She must have neglected to tell him, too. Maya leaned down and hugged the drunk and now sobbing Larry. Mr. Wright, however, wasn't as kind towards his friend as Maya was.

"You'd have realized something happened if you actually visited Iris, you know," He said, both his tone and face bitter. I raised my eyebrows. Maya snapped back at Mr. Wright.

"You didn't realize either, Nick," She said, before sighing sadly, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. Maya was ashamed of herself.

"Yeah, but she told me to never come back after the last visit," He defended himself. His expression softened as he looked at his two friends at the couch. One was ashamed of herself, yet she comforting the other one, mourning over the death of a girl he liked. "Hey, I'm sorry," Mr. Wright said softly and sincerely, looking away. "I... I miss her, too," He frowned. I looked at the others still in the room. Franziska was a bit angry, Trucy was looking between her daddy, 'Mystic Maya,' and 'Uncle Larry,' sad, scared, and confused. Vera shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry, Larry," Mr. Wright finished. I made eye contact with Vera, then Trucy. I discreetly motioned to the door. We quietly exited the dramatic, sorrow-ridden room and filed into the hall way.

"Poor Iris," Trucy said as we aimlessly walked down the hallway. "Poor Uncle Larry, Mystic Maya, and Daddy. It's stressing them all out way too much," She pouted. "I don't like it when my family is stressed out. I like it when we're all happy."

"...It's like... A soap opera..." Vera commented. "...Drama... After... Drama..." I chuckled.

"It's gonna get a whole lot worse," I said, thinking of my notes from Diego Armando. "It really has been like a soap opera. Next it'll turn out me and Trucy are secretly half siblings or something!" I laughed. The two girls chuckled at my joke.

"Don't be ridiculous, Polly!" Trucy laughed. "Oh! I know! Not only will we be half siblings, but Lamiroir'll be our birth mommy!" We both howled in laughter at the absurdity. Vera quietly chuckled, but it looked forced. I thought back to when she said that the three of us, Trucy, Lamiroir and I, looked alike. We were only joking, right? The three of us continued talking about our 'Soap Opera,' nicknamed 'Soap de Justice,' as we walked down the stairs. We ended up going to Eldoon's Noodles for an early lunch. As we sat on the street's curb in front of the noodle stand, we kept adding more absurdities to our 'Soap de Justice,' involving Larry having split personalities and several bastard children, Franziska being royalty, and Klavier going into a coma, but came out without a single problem and caught the person who tried to kill him. None of it made any sense, but it was fun, and with all the drama lately, fun was needed.

"...And then it turns out Uncle Edgey had amnesia or something and was daddy's cousin!" Trucy exclaimed, making no sense what so ever. Vera chuckled, doodling in her sketchbook.

"...And Mr. Wright... Marries Mystic Maya... In the end..." Vera said, grinning at Trucy. 'Oh, crap, she got to Vera, too!' I thought. Trucy scooted over to Vera and hugged her. The older woman was visibly flustered, unused to physical contact.

"That's a perfect ending, Vera!" She yelled, before glancing at the sketchbook. "Can I see?" Trucy asked, and didn't wait for an answer as she quickly grabbed it away from Vera, looking at it.

"No!" I exclaimed in horror, thinking of when I saw Vera's sketchbook. Trucy was not old enough to see such graphic and mentally disturbing images. She looked anyway. I expected her to shriek or look away or something, but she looked pleasantly surprised.

"Wow, Vera!" She exclaimed. "This is great!" Vera blushed and looked away, obviously embarrassed.

"...It's nothing... Special..." She muttered. Trucy scoffed.

"Nothing special?" She repeated, shoving the sketchbook in my face. It was a very detailed drawing of all the people who worked at the Wright's Anything Agency and several people who didn't. From left to right in a line, I looked at Larry, Lamiroir, Vera, Mr. Edgeworth, Trucy, myself, Mr. Wright, Maya, Franziska, and the three Gumshoes. Everyone was giving a thumbs-up, smiling brightly. Off in the background was Charlie the plant. Over it all, in neat block-letters, read 'Wright's Anything Agency.' Below the picture was the silly motto 'We're Wright, so YOU'RE Wright!' "This is FANTASTIC, Vera!" Trucy continued. Vera snatched back her book, still avoiding looking us both in the eye.

"It really is good!" I confirmed, smiling.

"...Mr. Wright wanted... A new flyer... Because so many... New people... Are joining..." She said.

"It's beautiful! People will come flocking to us!" Trucy exclaimed. I nodded. Vera, however, wasn't convinced.

"...The proportions are off... The head are too big..." She rattled off imperfections.

"They are not!" I said, startling her. "This is great, Vera! Don't pick yourself apart!" I instructed, defending her from herself. She looked me in the eye.

"...Really...?" She asked, meekly, unsurely. I nodded vigorously.

"Really." I stated, grinning. She grinned back, and I forced down a blush. We finished our noodles, returned the bowls, and returned to the agency. Larry was passed out on the couch, Maya was in the kitchen, and Mr. Wright was looking out the window. His face was distant. The three of us quietly entered the apartment. He turned to see us, his eyes falling directly on me.

"Apollo," Mr. Wright started. "Come take a walk with me," He commanded. Trucy and Vera looked between us, confused, as I merely looked solemnly at him, following him out the door. We walked in silence. I didn't even realize where we were until we stepped onto the roof. I thought of Trucy sobbing over her friend here. Glancing at Mr. Wright, I couldn't help but wonder if he knew about that...? He looked over my head, off into the city. "What did Diego say?" He asked, his eyes twitching. Mr. Wright was in pain.

"I took notes of everything he said. And he said everything," I took out my notes, offering them to Mr. Wright. Slowly, he took them from me ad started looking at them. "There are two things, though, that you really need to know." He looked up from the notes, his eyes nervous and sad at the same time. It was a heart breaking expression.

"What?" He asked softly. I mentally prepared myself for what I had to say.

"The first thing is that it doesn't make any sense. I don't think you were talking to Iris the last day before her murder," I said, expecting him to take this information badly. Mr. Wright didn't seem phased, as if he expected it. However, he bit his lip.

"What's the second?" He asked, preparing himself for the worst.

"Iris's murder was the start of some diabolical plot," I reported. "A plot on Maya's life."

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Author's Note: Again, sorry it took so long. Yeah, I know Iris can't channel. She didn't. I also remember some joke that Edgeworth was secretly a big Steel Samurai fan, so I had to make fun of him there.