AN: Hey, people I'm back with the latest installment! This chapter's a bit more... light? And more about focusing on the people...so I hope ya'll don't mind. Everyone needs a break every once in a while, after fighting battles in court XD. As usual, thanks for all those reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing it's very motivating and shows me that I must be doing something right!

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OBSERVER01: Sure does. Hm, well, you never know what could happen...

Anon Reviewer: Yep. There probably will be references to DD, but they won't be happening later on.

00: Thanks! Oh, me too. It's going to be an interesting case (I hope) XD. In the very least it's gonna be wild.

April 18th, 5:30 PM

My apartment

Well, it had been such a fun day yesterday. Not. I decided to get cracking on the boring lawyer stuff they don't show you in the games- well, rather, figure it out for myself at the prosecutor's office. I had to get the evidence sorted out and in the right places to eventually send them over the police station. I would be holding on it to for a bit longer because as Edgeworth rightly guessed, I would be leading the charge against Johnson in a trial to convict him. Besides that, I had to document all of the things that transpired in that trial- the testimonies, the evidence, so on and so forth- and put that stuff into a case file they decided to call the EW-8. I sort of liked that name, because that trial was "ew" all the way through. So, yeah, I had spent most of Saturday doing boring lawyer stuff at a desk while praying I'd be removed from the horror of office work. I almost wished to be back in a courtroom where it was more exciting. Almost. Because of my lazy ass procrastinating, (and being really, really, reluctant to ask for assistance in fear of undermining any credibility I had) the sorting wasn't finished. So, I'd probably be back there after court Monday staring at a giant pile of papers. If I couldn't figure out how to write some of this shit up, I'd have to swallow my pride and ask Edgeworth and pray he wouldn't think too poorly of me.

So, when those chores were completed - after hours and hours of procrastination added into the mix I went home and relaxed. Though, today I couldn't really relax- I had that date with Larry to worry about. And, you could guarantee, I was worrying.

Larry had texted me yesterday with his idea and plan for the date: Lyny! Let's meet at the Wonder Bar at 7 for a few drinks! That's cool, right?

Well, I was going to the Wonder Bar...the place where Trucy did her magic tricks. Though, it was about 7 to 8 years before any of that stuff happened. At any rate, it would be interesting to see it. I wonder how much of a bar it actually was since it let a fifteen year old perform magic tricks there at night. Then again, this was Ace Attorney, impossible things happen all the time, making the normal things seem almost ridiculous.

I sighed checking the time- a little past 5:30. I was milling about my bedroom, pacing. Even though, it was with Larry, I couldn't actually deny that I was sort of excited for this. I mean, the last time anyone asked me out on a date was... Never. I began to sweat. Any of the dates I had had, I initiated them. I wasn't really complaining, though it was nice for a change to be approached by someone else. My problem was I tended to intimidate people by accident a lot. Not only with dates, but hell, even with a majority of my friendships people would get the wrong impression of me. I think it was my face- I honestly had resting bitch face. It was a face that looked scary because it didn't bear emotions all the time, which was funny considering how emotional I really was. People also pointed out my eyes and how I had this glare? Or penetrating gaze- something like that, that I had never noticed before. Honestly, I was secretly one of the softest people you'd ever meet as much as I tried to cover that up. But only a few people had the privilege of knowing me that well.

Thinking about it made me miss home a little. I wondered how everyone was doing back there. Did they notice my disappearance? Were they looking for me? Were there amber alerts going around? Search parties? I sighed. All I could do was hope for the best. I hadn't had the time to think much since I had been put in situation after situation, but I did miss the people in my old life a bit. With them, we'd be throwing pity parties or complaining about how dumb some of these people were. I laughed at the thought of it, before sighing. I couldn't confide in anyone here about this craziness. I couldn't tell the other characters, 'Hey, guys. I've come from another dimension to help save Wright's badge!', because who would even believe that? Especially, in something that hasn't even occurred yet?

At least, there was Mia. She had a grasp on the situation and would understand what I was going through. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the magatama. I needed to try to contact her and figure out what I should be doing. I stared at the little charm and closed my hand on it firmly, shutting my eyes. I guessed I was trying to focus my energy on making Mia appear. Unfortunately, nothing happened. I had no idea how to make anything work. I opened my hand. The magatama was the same; it wasn't glowing or anything. I just looked like a dumbass trying to command a rock to bring back a ghost. Why didn't she give me more instructions on how to get in touch with her? I groaned.

While, I was annoyed with my fate, I heard a strange sound in the same pocket I took the magatama from. I reached in for my cell phone hearing what was the Steel Samurai ringtone, took it out, and looked at the display screen. Maya was calling me. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Lyn! Where have you been? I've been calling you forever!" Maya sounded peeved.

"Whoops," I chuckled. "Sorry. I've been busy all week. My last case took up all of my time and today is the day I'm finally have some fun."

"You had a case? What was it about?"

"Ehhhhhh. Thinking of it annoys me, but the end result was a a pathetic store manager killing one of his workers because he found out that he had been stealing money from the store. I can tell you more about it later, when I'm not so busy."

"Huh, alright. Oh, you did say you were having fun?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied.

"Fun, without me?" she said pretending to sound upset.

"Hey, I'm social. I have other people in my life." Or I was trying to have more.

"Well, what are you up to then, hmmm?" I could hear that mischievous tone in her voice. I wondered if I should I tell her the truth.

"Uh, well," I scratched my head with my free hand. "I have an activity planned tonight at 7."

"What kind of activity?"

"It's not really important."

"Oh, you're hiding something juicy, aren't you? An activity that you'd hide...Oh! Are you smoking pot?"

"W-what?! No! Where the hell did you get that idea from!"

"Well, you never know. I mean you're open about watching the Steel Samurai unlike other people, so I know it's nothing like that."

"So, your first reaction is to assume I'm smoking weed?" I was wiping my face. I imagined she was on the other end of the line smirking.

"Okay, then if it's not that, then what is it?"

I sighed. I might as well just say it. It wouldn't kill me.

"I have a date."

"WOAH! LYN! You have a date? And you were gonna hide that from me?!" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it's nothing serious-"

"That's great news! You're finally getting out there again!"

I couldn't shake the feeling that we'd had this conversation before. More than once.

"Well, who is it?! Anyone I know?"

"Uh, well, I-"

"Oh! Oh!" I could imagine her clapping excitedly. "I know! It's Mr. Edgeworth, isn't it?"

"G-gah! N-no! Why does everyone think that?!"

"Huh? No? But you guys are close, right? You talk about him all the time. 'Mr. Edgeworth is so smart and capable! Mr. Edgeworth is sooooo fascinating! I'm happy I get to work with him! Mr. Edgeworth, I can't disappoint him! He's depending on me! ' It's okay, you don't need to hide it from me. I support you a hundred percent! Go and get him!"

More and more sweat began dripping off of my body. I also felt the heat rising in my cheeks. That sounded like how I would be if I did have a crush on someone... Er, I was going to ignore that. It was something I didn't want to focus on.

"Actually, um, I'm going with Larry."

There was a silence. Then she was howling with laughter on the other end.

"You...ha...Larry?! Buahahahahahaha!"

"You, can stop laughing now." I said pouting.

"Ha...I'm sorry. It's funny to think of you with him. Ohhhhh, does Mr. Edgeworth know? You could use it to make him jealous!"

"Maya!" I shook my head. "I did mention it in passing. But it's not like he really cared."

"Really? What did he say?"

I groaned. "He said that I should be careful and not to get pulled into a disaster."

"I see, I see...You're wrong," she giggled.

"Yeah, whatever... I need to get ready for this, alright? You're wasting my beauty time."

She laughed again. "When was the last time you really cared about your appearance? You sound pumped up for this. So, I demand you tell me how it turns out...over burgers!"

"Alright, alright, I will. Probably nothing of real interest will happen, but whatever you want."

"Says you. Have fun!"

"Yeah, later."

I closed the phone exasperated. Maya could be a handful. I got to thinking. I couldn't seriously be that way, could I? Gumshoe was saying the same thing, that I had a thing for Edgeworth. I was starting to get paranoid. There was no way I would have mentioned that to Gumshoe. If the other Lyn is anything like me, she'd be keeping that mostly to herself. And that meant, he probably saw things to suggest that. Then again, it could just be an exaggeration of my person. But, Maya didn't sound like she was joking too much either... No, it was silly. I had to focus on my mission. Get the badge, get the badge and get the badge. I mean, hell it's not like Edgeworth would even be interested in that sorta thing anyway...would he? No, no, no. I needed to forget it.

I decided to go my closet and pick out what I was wearing. I wasn't going out in my work clothes, this was a casual outing. Just had to fit in. Looking through the closet again, it seemed like I didn't have too many relaxing clothes. Almost everything in here was a fucking work outfit. My God, I needed to get shopping. After digging through the formal clothes, I did manage to find a pair of jeans and one pair of red converse sneakers. Looks like I didn't wear t- shirts like I normally did here, so I opted for a red blouse. Yeah...this closet was stiff. Way too stiff. That would be changed soon enough. I threw on the clothes and fixed up my hair. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I seemed alright. Now, all I had to do was relax and keep telling myself how everything would be perfectly fine. I hoped.

With some time to spare before seven, I decided to check out some TV. I went to the living room where the TV was, turned it on, and plopped down on the couch. It would help pass the time before I caught a cab to the Wonder Bar.

April 18th, 7:05 PM

Wonder Bar

I took a breath upon entry into the establishment known as the Wonder Bar. It was surprisingly crowded for a Sunday night. It made me wonder just how frequently these people drank to come in here on Sunday. The place seemed like your average bar, dim lighting, lots of wooden tables and chairs, plenty of high stools up where you got your drinks with the bartender on the other side- the only thing that probably made it slightly different was the fact that there was a small stage with a red curtain behind it, I assumed for performances. But, that was besides the point. I needed to find Larry.

The noise and amount of people in here were throwing me off my game, if I even possessed a game. I was looking left and right till I saw the goofy grin and hand wave motioning me to come over. I braced myself and walked over to where Larry was seated.

He was sitting on one of those bar stools, wearing his outfit he appeared in during the first Ace Attorney game. He was probably the only person that could make an orange suit jacket somewhat fashionable. It looked like he had saved the seat next to him for me, so I took it.

"Lyny!" he grinned. "I was worried you got lost."

"Ah, no, there was just a bit of traffic. Sorry for being late."

Larry gave me the thumbs up. "Hey, don't worry about it! So, what do you want to drink?"

(Oh, shit. Why didn't I think of that before I got here?)

"Uh, I'll take a beer."

(Sounds mature enough, right? I don't really know my drinks well enough to pick anything else...)

"Oo, I didn't see you as the beer type of girl. Okay, do you care what brand?" he stroked his chin quizzically.

"Not at all," I shook my head. I wouldn't know any better at any rate.

"Alright," he called for the bartender. "Hey, can we get two Budweisers?"

The balding man in the t shirt nodded. He quickly got two large glasses and filled them up to the brim with beer. The bartender sat down in front of us.

"Thanks," said Larry picking up his glass and taking a giant sip.

I eyed the glass in horror. This glass was huge. Tall and imposing with the foam on top. I didn't even know what beer tasted like, but I had smelled it before. It didn't smell all that great. I didn't think this through all the way. Damn it. I thought I'd just get a tiny glass and could get over myself later with it. This was far more than I could probably handle- yet, if I couldn't complete it, I wouldn't look mature enough and it would be a waste of Larry's cash...

"Something wrong, Lyny?" he asked probably seeing my distraught face.

"Ah! Oh, not at all! I was just...thinking of how I'd never been in a bar like this before haha," I said nervously trying to laugh it off.

"Like, never?"

"Well, uh, I tend to drink at home, you see. I normally don't go out in bars much."

"Huh, I see..."

While Larry was thinking about that, I decided to make my move. I grasped the glass in my hand and pressed the cold glass to my lips. Getting through the foam, I tasted the yeasty bitter flavor on my tongue. UGH! Why would anyone drink this crap? It tasted terrible to me and I only managed to sip a little bit of it before sitting the drink back down on the counter. This was something I'd have to chug quickly; come to think of it, when I was home I never once noticed my parents sip beer. They drank it relatively fast.

"So, I'm, like curious Lyny," Larry started stroking his chin yet again. "How come you're a lawyer?"

I blinked. That was a question I didn't anticipate from Larry and one I didn't actually know. Why was Lyn a lawyer or prosecutor or whatever? The only information I dug up thus far was how much disdain I had for defense attorneys and how I despised Kristoph Gavin. Other than that, I had no idea.

"I prosecute because I hate criminals. And I like to see justice ensured," I said shrugging.

It wasn't a deep answer, like everyone else had, but hell it wasn't a lie. If I became a prosecutor, well, yeah that's why I'd do it. To deliver justice, fight crime and all that jazz.

"That's intense. That look you're giving me, makes me want you to prosecute me too!" he said grinning foolishly.

"W-what?"

"The passion, the intensity, the burning fire in your soul...! I see it in your eyes! It's giving me chills! It looks like, you're serious about what you do so...yeah." Larry scratched his head.

Oh, God I must have been doing the glare again. "Uh, I don't think you'd want me to prosecute you. It wouldn't end well for you under any circumstance."

"But, Lyny! You'd really convict me?" he asked doing that waterfall tear thing.

"You don't seem capable of a crime, but I do like to do my job properly so..."

"S-so cruel!"

I smirked.

"Well, what are you passionate about, Larry?"

He paused for a minute. "I dunno. Maybe artsy stuff, I've always liked it when I was a kid."

"Hey, that's cool. What kind of things did you make?"

He went on to explain how he would make origami, paintings, drawings, sculptures and so on. I had to admit, I was jealous. As much as I liked making art, I was no way more experienced than Larry was. He dabbled around in everything- and well, if the thinker statue and those sketches at the end of the third game were anything to go by he was definitely holding on to some talent. If he applied himself instead of getting involved into crazy situation after crazy situation I'm sure he could really go somewhere with it.

"So what are your friends like?" he asked.

"My friends," I paused. Would there be any point in describing them? As far as this world was concerned, my friends didn't exist here. I couldn't hang out with them, I couldn't call them up, I couldn't talk about how I was in another reality. They just weren't here. Actually, did I have any friends? There was at least Maya. "are almost non existent."

"But everyone has friends!" he frowned.

"Yeah, thing is. I just don't get to see them anymore," I frowned. "But I guess I can talk about some of them."

Larry nodded seeming very eager to listen.

"Well, my closest friend back home was this girl Nicole. She's pretty bubbly and cute. We'd do a lot of stuff together. Lots of girly stuff. Go to parties, talk about dudes, go shopping... that sorta thing. She was one of the first people I ever really opened up to and was my real self with. We'd get into all sorts of strange scenarios with odd adventures to boot. Plus, she was fun to tease mercilessly. My other friend was this guy, Matt. We'd do stuff that no one else wanted to do like watch awful or scary movies. We'd have a lot of classes together too. He'd make fun of me a lot and do things to get on my nerves, but in reality we were pretty close."

I frowned again. I knew I shouldn't think of home too much before I started feeling sad about not being there, so I tried to shake it off.

"But I do have one friend here, that's my friend for sure. She's outgoing and happy, always dragging me out to pay for her burgers."

"Huh, that sounds a lot like Nick's girl," he said inquisitively.

"Yeah, you're right. Maya's probably my only friend in this world now."

Bleak, but it was true. I should probably go out and try to get more of them at some point. I wasn't sure if I was Edgeworth's friend, since he was my mentor. And I didn't know about Gumshoe, since it looked like he thought of me as just a boss.

"I can be your friend too!"

"That would be nice," I smiled in response. "So, what of your friends?"

"I got lots, though my best bros are Nick and Edgey! We're like an inseparable team! We're like the three musketeers! You know Edgey, and well he's always been like that, kind of a stick in the mud, but he was always able to get me out of tight spots when I needed help. Same with Nick, though Nick was easier to have fun with."

He told me about the times they shared together during elementary school. You'd think there wouldn't be much to be remembered back then, but you'd have to think again. The teary eyes, scrapped knees, secret adventures, the stolen lunch money, sleep overs- it was interesting. Phoenix was often targeted by bullies, while Larry, being the troublemaker he was, ended up in detention, and Miles would cry when he couldn't complete something to perfection. The three of them would in general, be involved in some type of commotion at school. And after school they'd spend time crashing Edgeworth's house for play dates.

"Really? Even back then?" I asked amused.

"Yep," Larry nodded. "He'd carry those law books everywhere, reading them even during recess sometimes. I think his pops got concerned about it, and that's why we'd hang out at his house a lot to remind Edgey to get a social life."

(What a nerd. Even as a child to be that invested...It's sort of impressive.)

"But he wasn't a total stiff. He was actually really good at video games... really competitive guy. He'd mostly kill me and Nick in Street Fighter and Marvel Vs. Capcom. But I could totally kick butt in DBZ, and then he'd cry about it hehe." Larry said waving his covered up hand in his suit jacket happily.

"What about Phoenix?"

"Nah, he sucked at video games. Like, most of them. Was good at board games, though."

Their upbringings were even more fascinating to hear about. From what Larry remembered Edgeworth's dad was a very kind man and someone Edgeworth really held in high regard, especially since his mom had passed away a long time ago. If anything was clear, it was just how much Edgeworth loved his dad and wanted to be like him. Larry had been jealous of their bond, longing for a father like that considering his biological father was MIA. His mother was an alcoholic, who had man after man come in and out of their house as she desperately wanted someone to be with. Often times those guys were abusive and just took advantage of his mom and him. No one really helped him or paid much attention to him at home which is why he got into trouble a lot at school. He also just didn't see its point considering he had to learn how to do a lot of things at home, more life oriented and important since his mother could take care of him, let alone herself. That's why he dropped out of high school. The only one of them that had an average family life was Phoenix, who had both of his parents in the picture. The only problem was how his mom was extra 'mom like', writing notes with his lunch and things like that leading to him being bullied more than he already was. He already had funny hair and was a pretty sensitive, emotional kid, so it didn't really help. But Larry and Edgeworth would help him out when they could.

Things changed after Edgeworth had left without a trace. Larry and Phoenix were just wondering what happened for years. The two of them remained close through the rest of elementary, middle and high school until Larry dropped out. They saw each here and there, but didn't really meet up again until Larry requested Phoenix defend him in court. And of course, they didn't really get to be friendly with Edgeworth until that trial. It was just funny how it had worked out for them, coming back together in times of need.

Soon enough, we went on to talk of other topics and I listened intently as I drank. I hadn't expected talking to Larry to be so engaging. It just would have been even better if I didn't have this gross ass drink to finish. I wanted it out of the way once and for all. I could probably do it if I tried hard enough. I grabbed the glass again and chugged- not considerably fast since I was still getting used to the tasted, but the liquid was moving far faster than little sips down my throat. I wanted to quit drinking this evil drink, but I was almost done. If I stopped right before the end I would want to quit entirely. With a few more gulps, I downed the beer and slammed the empty glass on the counter. Yuck.

"Want me to get another one?"

"Oh, no that's perfectly fine!" I protested. "You REALLY don't have to get me another. It's really nice of you to be paying for one already."

"Awww, but it's my treat, I can't let you sit here without a drink. Yo, bartender! Can you get us some whiskey?"

The bartender nodded and got on it, as Larry drank the rest of his beer effortlessly. I was damned jealous. He must of have been an experienced drinker, or at least, more experienced than me. Again, I didn't get how people would do this all the time. The bartender removed our glasses and replaced them with new ones now filled with whiskey. I could only hope it tasted better than that beer.

"Hehe, I always get a whiskey no matter what. I figured it wouldn't be a good idea for vodka right now, you know?"

"V-vodka? That stuff is like what you use to clean your windows with! You drink that by itself ?"

"Sometimes, yeah," he laughed.

"You're crazy." I said rubbing my face. I was starting to feel a bit warm. Well, my face was getting warm. Was this the beer kicking in?

"I already knew that! That's what everyone else says, but I like to think it's just another way of living!" he said taking a sip of the whiskey.

I looked at him and giggled. I blinked. I was giggling and not stopping for some reason. I felt really giddy now.

"Lyny?"

"Don't, hehehe, mind me!" I reached for the whiskey and started drinking that. That would at least shut me up momentarily.

Larry grinned. "You must be a lightweight."

I stopped drinking. Funnily enough, I liked the taste of the whiskey on my tongue. Way better than that gross beer. "Hey! I'll have you know, that I'm just really- really excited!"

"Haha wow, I woulda never guessed you'd be a chipper drunk. It's kinda cute."

"Shut up! I-I'm anything but cute! You got it ? If anyone's cute it's you!" I giggled.

"WOAH, what?"

I froze. Had I really just said that? Now, I couldn't stop laughing out of not only amusement, but embarrassment too. I felt my cheeks getting warmer and warmer. I took another look at Larry and well, he was undeniably attractive. Really...attractive.

(Oh, God. The beer goggles must be in effect.)

"Um, what I meant was you have a really great... hairstyle. Yea." I picked up the rest of my whiskey and started drinking again.

"Wow, Lyny, called me cute...I'll always remember this!" he happily picked up his glass as well.

(And I'll always do my best to forget.)

I emptied the glass and sat it down wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I think I had gotten the giggles out of my system. I felt chatty. The booze, I was starting to get used to it in my system. Maybe if I had more drinks like whiskey, I would drink more often. I felt very loosened up. Larry had been more or less the same, disappointedly. He wasn't acting crazy, perhaps a couple of drinks was nothing for him. For everyone warning and me being scared of what would happen on a date with Larry, it was actually fun. I found that you could talk to Larry about practically anything, so long as it wasn't too complicated.

"This is fun. It's been such a long time since I've been on a date!"

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah! I mean, people think I'm scary. The last time I had a date was in high school. And I'm ...oh wow, 23 now." So, technically that would be about six or seven years being the last time I had a date. Damn.

"Hey, don't feel bad about that! I bet those guys were too chicken to ask you out!" Larry said fists clenched.

"Huh?"

"If I was there, I would have put those guys to shame!" he said excitedly.

"...Thank you. That's very nice of you to say," I said quietly smiling. He was silly, but he wasn't a bad guy. He was pretty sweet.

"Actually, Larry, what types of girls do you even like?" I asked.

"Huh, well...girls that are cute, nice, smart and kind. Oh and affectionate!"

If I could of sweat dropped like they did in anime I would have. Larry was harmless, a simple fellow with few requirements. Which doesn't appear to be bad at first, but becomes bad when you realize how easy a guy like this could be taken advantage of. And it did happen plenty of times in the games, which was again a shame. He wasn't a bad guy. Ridiculous, yes, but not bad. Also, I was quite certain I did not fit what he was looking for. I wasn't exactly the nicest or most kind. I normally spoke sarcasm as another language and I didn't consider myself very affectionate. At least not in the way I think he required.

"That's cool. Just, uh, be careful. You don't want to be used."

"Aw, thanks Lyny. I'll be fine, no worries," he said giving the thumbs up.

(One could only hope for your sake.)

"So..." he shot me a mischievous glance.

It was only fair. "I like guys who are handsome, clever, and talented. Honest with a sense of humor. And generally not an ass."

I saw the start of a frown. Crap, I didn't mean that be hurtful. "Hey, it's not like you aren't some of those things...well, you may not be the smartest guy around, but you're a cool guy regardless."

"You really think so?" he asked perking up.

I nodded. "While I doubt we'd be very compatible, you're still a great person, Larry. Sure you might fuck up at times, but who doesn't? Mistakes are often what we learn from, yeah?"

"Yeah! I do try to learn..." he seemed a little happier.

I sighed. Though, whether it be from me saying that or preventing an emotional meltdown on Larry's part, I wasn't sure.

In any case, I was not prepared for what happened next. Larry just up and grabbed me from my stool and then hugged me. I was surprised and a bit tipsy still, so I sorta flailed my arms around like a bird, until I got a grasp of what was happening. Larry ended up leaning back with me on the stool which had to deal with the weight of two people at once. I then heard a loud smashing sound behind us.

(Uh oh.)

We both turned around to look and we saw a man's drink had been spilled all over the counter with the shattered pieces of glass sprawled out in the middle of it.

"Whatdaya think yur doin'?!" he yelled. This was a heavy set, rough looking bearded man at bar who's drink we knocked over- probably not the best scenario to have arose.

"I'm so sorry about that, sir! I'll get you another drink." I said hoping it would calm this guy down.

"Fuck you, you low life bastards!"

And no such luck. The guy looked like he was about to throw a punch at Larry. Larry hopped off his stool to avoid the incoming blow, I jumped out his arms and stumbled backward into the vacant stool behind me, knocking it over, tripping over it causing me to hit the unsuspecting man sitting on the next stool down.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

Before the man could reply, I heard another crash and thud sound on the left side of me.

"Hey, I told you we'd get you another one!" Larry said with hands up looking nervously at the scene before him. The man who was initially upset was now lying on the floor with another poor sap who got caught in the cross fire. Glass shards were all over the place.

"You can't do that to one of us!"

"Yeah, you'll regret the day you fucked with the Silver Snakes biker gang!"

Oh, Jesus Christ. We pissed off a fucking biker gang. I felt droplets of sweat forming. The rest of the gang of gruff looking men and some women started approaching us slowly, their eyes gleaming wit anticipating- the anticipation of kicking our asses. Larry threw a wad of cash down on the bar counter for the bartender who was hiding somewhere behind the bar and grabbed my arm.

"Let's get out of here, Lyny!"

I nodded as we high tailed it out of there, running as fast as we possibly could away from the mob of bikers whom were tailing us out of the bar.

April 18th, 10:00 PM

My apartment

I fell flat on my bed once I made it through the door. My legs were killing me. Larry and I had run quite a few blocks to get away from the bar and the biker gang tailing us. Luckily for us, they didn't take their bikes with them or we would have been dead meat. Once they gave up on beating us down, we could relax. Larry apologized for all the nonsense that just transpired and at that point I was just too tired and a bit sick to care. I thanked him for it anyway, told him to be careful, and then caught a cab home. I suggested that we should go out again, though, next time as friends and with no involvement with an angry gang. I thought about it and at some point I planned on going to press charges against those lil' shits considering I was a prosecutor and one with a somewhat infamous reputation.

What a fucking trip. I threw my phone out of my pocket as I heard and felt vibrations. Sleepily, I flipped open the phone and saw I had four text messages. Two of them were from Maya demanding I tell her what happened, another from Edgeworth who was also curious, and a message from Larry apologizing yet again. I groaned. I didn't feel like answering anyone- I just wanted to sleep. I did have that court case tomorrow too; maybe drinking the night before a case was a bad idea. Sometimes, I could be a real idiot.

I decided to get a glass of water to help curb the alcohol, turned out the lights, and crawled into bed. I wasn't feeling great enough to try to eat anything, but I'd try in the morning. I shut my eyes and eventually passed out.

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I blinked. I was standing in the midst of a fog. It was dangerously thick and I couldn't make out any of the details of where I was at. I slowly walked forward, hoping the fog would clear, but it only got thicker and thicker. Where the hell was I?

"I hope you're hanging in there, Lyn."

"Mia?" I looked left and right, but I couldn't make her out anywhere.

"Keep walking. Just a little more."

I hesitantly took so more steps forwards into the unsettling fog. I hoped she wasn't trolling me.

"Why is there so much blasted fog here?" I muttered.

"Who knows," she laughed slightly. "It's sort of like your state of mind now, though. Not clear."

Huh? My mind was not clear? Well, I had just been out drinking, it wouldn't be. I kept walking and walking still seemingly getting no closer to Mia.

"Where are you?" I asked. "This isn't a very funny joke."

"It's no joke. Do you trust yourself?"

"Huh?" I wasn't sure if I did, to be honest.

"The key to be a good lawyer is being able to trust others and yourself. You have to believe until the very end, no matter how challenging it may be."

But that was hard as fuck. How could you do it, when you didn't think you could do the job very well? When you were afraid of fucking everything up? I knew when I wasn't experienced with something. If I had learned anything thus far, it was that being here was exhausting.

"But, if you can't trust in yourself now, trust in me."

Well, I suppose she had I point. She did bring me here after all. I decided I could do that much for now. I kept on walking, and slowly the fog was rolling out. I could see the path I was on and I saw her, standing at the very end, looking as majestic as ever.

"Glad you could make it," Mia smiled gently.

"I'm surprised I could make it." I shook my head. "This universe is nuts! How do you do it? I had a case within the day I showed up! It was hell to get through the whole thing and then I nearly got beat up by a biker gang tonight! I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this. At first, I didn't even believe I was in another reality, but I believed soon enough, alright."

"You can't give up already. You've just arrived. I know it will take some getting used to, but if you keep going, I know you'll be able to do what we both wanted you to do. So, hang in there. You're doing fine so far...though, that biker gang sounds terrible," she said frowning a bit.

"You're telling me. I won't be going to any more bars with Larry ever again."

She began to sweat, looking dismayed. "Just be more careful in the future." Translated to: Don't ever do that again, especially anything with Larry which may or may not result in a death.

"Ok, but I was wondering what's going on in my world. Are people looking for me? And what's the deal with the magatama? Can I do what Phoenix can do, breaking psyche locks?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Your reality hasn't changed. It's still on the day you left, no one has noticed your disappearance. By the time you return, you will have just been gone for no more than five minutes. The times in these realities are different. And unfortunately, you don't have that type of ability. That's something only Phoenix can do. But so long as you have it, we can talk through it in your sleep."

"Why is it just my sleep? I want to ask you stuff during the day sometimes when I'm in a tight spot..."

She shook her head. "I would love to, but your spiritual levels are only adequate when you're sleeping. That's the only time I can contact you. You have some mystic capabilities, but they aren't that strong. You probably used most of it, the very first time we spoke."

"Dammit."

"But keep it up. There's still plenty of time before the big day...so keep taking on cases and understanding this world. The more experience you gain, the more prepared you'll be."

I eternally groaned. This was a lot of work, but I'd be a coward to back out of this job so early on.

"Okay."

"Till we meet again," Mia smiled yet again, tilting her head as she vanished into the fog now rolling in. With not much to go on, I had to try to hope for the best. So, for now, I'd have to face more of my demons in the court room. I was gradually starting to see less and less until I finally clocked out for real in hopes of a somewhat decent sleep cycle. What awaited me next would be anyone's guess.

Profiles:

Maya Fey: Age 19. It looks like we're good friends based on what I know.

Miles Edgeworth: Age 26. My mentor? Likes giving me lectures. It seems we're on good terms.

Detective Gumshoe: Age 33. Detective I'm guessing who'll be in charge of the cases I do.

Larry Butz: Age 25. Janitor. This guy is a trip, true to his nickname.

Raymond Shields: Age 35. The sassy defense attorney I've faced in court.

Judge: Age ?. Old timer judge. No one know his real name.

Mia Fey: Deceased. I guess my guide or inspiration to keep surviving this place, until that very fatal day.

Evidence:

Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.

Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.