She was making history. She was actually making history. People would recognize her on the streets and come up to ask her 'how did you do it?'. She would laugh and say that she was never going to reveal her secret methods. Nick would be beyond jealous that he wasn't the one to accomplish such a feat.

...or maybe nobody would ever believe that she managed to get Miles Edgeworth to t-pose in the middle of his office.

Maybe it would just be the stuff of legends. It would turn into a rumor, which would quickly dissolve into long-forgotten history.

Nevertheless, this was probably the proudest moment of her life.

"Is this really necessary?" Miles said through gritted teeth as Maya wound the tape measure around his torso. "It would be much easier if I just told you my measurements. I do have them written down-"

Maya pulled back and looked up at him sternly.

"Yeah, but this isn't for any of your fancy suits, is it?" She reprimanded with a twinkle in her eyes. "My friend Soma agreed to put a lot of work into this for free so the least you can do is give her the fresh measurements she needs."

Miles groaned. "Fine, just get it over with quickly."

Phoenix sniggered from Edgeworth's fancy maroon couch.

The truth is that Soma in fact did not need specifically new measurements. She'd actually been pretty insistent to make sure that Miles didn't go out of his way. But what's the point of having a brother if you don't get to have a little fun?

She called out the number to Phoenix (who lazily scribbled it down on a notepad) before turning back to Miles with a cheeky smirk.

"Now for the waist."

Ah, the beautiful, beautiful color his cheeks went as he tensed and glared at her. The moment was short-lived, however, as he soon relaxed and relented. He begrudgingly lifted his arms higher in the glorious t-pose that Maya had put him in.

As soon as she'd had the brilliant idea of getting Edgeworth his own robe a few days before, she'd immediately rushed to the phone to call her friend Soma. Mystic Soma Sheen was a couple of years older than Maya but had been her best friend for many years while her sister was away. She also happened to be one of the most talented seamstresses in the village.

The Sheen family had always been very close to the main Fey family, and therefore Pearl had recently gone into the care of Soma and her mother, Elder Saima Sheen. After all the drama with her aunt, Maya trusted no-one else.

There was a loud knock at the door.

"Do not come in!" Edgeworth shouted desperately.

Poor guy, thought Maya as Miles began to vibrate with anxiousness. Maybe it was time to give him a break.

That being said, she had let him close the curtains, and she still hadn't gotten revenge for how much he'd hurt her with his words the week before…

"Come in now!" She called happily, just as she moved the tape measure to below Edgeworth's waist.

In barged Detective Gumshoe, huffing and puffing and leaving the door wide open. Judging by how flustered he looked, Miles was probably never going to forgive her for this betrayal. It was worth it.

Annoyingly for her though, Gumshoe didn't seem to bat an eye at the questionable positions they were in right now.

"I thought I told you to wait, detective! You don't take orders from her! Your salary will pay for thi-"

"Look, I'm sorry sir!" Gumshoe wheezed. "But I ran up here to warn you that-"

Click. Click. Click.

In that moment, all the color drained from Edgeworth's face. He froze, mid-glare. Even Gumshoe cringed.

Phoenix sat up. "What?"

Click-click-click-click-click-click-

Miles barely managed to whisper "No…" (which Maya only caught because of how close she was to him) before what came the deafening sound of a whip hitting wood.

"MILES EDGEWORTH! YOU-"

The second the owner of the voice came into view, her furious expression morphed into one of utter confusion.

Miles just looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Franziska, I-"

"Phoenix Wright." The new arrival snarled, her voice dripping with venom.

Her attention focused back onto Edgeworth and she must have realized the extremely questionable position Maya and Miles were standing in.

"What are you doing?!"

Miles suddenly snapped out of the freeze-frame and pushed Maya away as quickly as he could. He then outstretched a hand to Franziska almost desperately.

"Franziska… I can explain-"

"Explain what, Miles Edgeworth?! You ignore my texts, you make me worry about you, and here you are GALLIVANTING with these FOOLS!"

As her anger increased, so did Edgeworth's discomfort.

"Maya, Phoenix, detective, can you give us a moment?" He asked through gritted teeth, though without taking his eyes off Franziska.

Maya, who as much as she wanted to know what would happen, was more than happy to almost run out through the large wooden doors of Edgeworth's office with Gumshoe hot on her heels. Phoenix seemed more hesitant and kept his own eyes on Miles in concern. Maya could have sworn he mouthed 'You didn't tell her?' at him, before also creeping past the furious woman to join her, pulling the heavy doors shut behind him.

Once satisfied that the door had creaked shut and that they were alone, Miles dared to let out a small sigh. Franziska still stood tensely in front of the doorway, though now that the doors were shut there was no light reflecting off her back, making her appear all the more menacing.

"An explanation?" She demanded, bringing her arm closer to her chest in order to hold her whip with both hands.

Miles grimaced. "It's a rather long story."

Franziska crossed her arms defiantly and took a step forward. "Then start talking. Now."

Miles had thought about telling Franziska so many times over the past few weeks, but was ashamed to admit that he'd been terrified to actually do so. There was no doubt that she'd be angry about it (more than usual) and the last thing he wanted was a big confrontation.

But by acting as a coward, that's what he ended up with anyway.

"You recall the Hazakura Temple case?" He asked, thinking that it would be the best place to start.

"Hmm." Franziska replied, but he knew her well enough to hear the faintest sliver of nervousness in her voice. That case had been far from normal and had left its scars on every person involved.

"Well," he continued, "do you remember the name of the victim?"

"Of course I do!" She scoffed, before raising her whip threateningly. "Stop talking to me like a child, Miles Edgeworth! I know what you're like, so just tell me!"

"Misty Fey was my mother."

She gasped and stumbled backwards. Miles hung his head in shame.

"What do you mean?" She asked him hesitantly. "What do you-"

"You know what I mean." Miles confirmed quietly, refusing to look up. He didn't want to see the emotions on her face- she didn't show them often, but he knew when she was. Call it… ha, call it brother instinct.

"Gregory Edgeworth-" Franziska began, and he could tell that she was pacing around now.

"-was my father." He completed. He still didn't look up. "In the same way that Misty Fey was my mother."

"Impossible!" She screamed. "That's- that's impossible!"

And then she went quiet. Miles only looked up out of curiosity.

She had her back to him, and her fists were clenched. She'd long dropped her trademark whip, and it lay sprawled out on the polished wooden floor.

"When did you find out?"

He could have lied to save her feelings, but he would never lie to her. If she ever found out at least, he would have to suffer the consequences in the most painful way possible. "A few weeks ago."

She let out some sort of grunt of frustration, but all Miles saw was her shoulders tense.

"I pity you, Little Brother." She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. "You have to carry three legacies on your frail shoulders."

"What do you mean?" He knew exactly what she meant, but he needed to hear her say it. To try and gauge exactly how she felt.

"The Von Karma legacy, the… Edgeworth legacy, and now the Fey legacy."

He slowly moved around his desk to sit at his chair. He just… needed to sit down. She must have heard his movement and finally turned to look at him over her shoulder. From what he could see, her eyes were sparkling with passion and pain.

"I don't believe that's true." He said. "I think that two of those roles have already been taken on. You are the Von Karma legacy, my dear, and Maya is the Fey's."

Upon hearing Maya's name, Franziska whirled around and stormed up to his desk.

"She is your sister." She stated.

"Yes."

"Your little sister."

"Yes."

"Is that why she is here?"

"In a sense… yes."

She slammed her fists on the desk, and he cringed. "So you are spending time with these fools, and you didn't even think of telling me? ME?!"

"I needed to spend time with my little sister." He chose his words carefully, but it still felt extremely... wrong saying it to Franziska.

Her clenched fists were still lingering on the desk. He put his hands over his, covering them completely. "Surely my big sister can understand that?"

This seemed to melt her, and he felt her hands relax under his. Her shoulders began to shake, and the tears began to finally well up in her eyes.

To anyone listening, it would have just been an odd thing to say. But to the two of them, it was more than words. It moved mountains.

"You're not… you're not abandoning me?"

"Never, Franziska."

Not even after your father killed mine, he didn't say, but he knew that she heard it nonetheless.

"Fool." She said, wiping any stray tears from her eyes. "Foolish fool."

Maya must have been rubbing off on him because he instinctively expected a hug ambush to be the next thing to happen. He should have known better though, because instead his sister turned on her heel, gritted her teeth, and picked up her whip as she made for the door.

As she pulled them open, Maya came tumbling forwards and onto the floor with a yelp. Phoenix stood rather guiltily only a few steps behind her. Gumshoe was nowhere in sight.

Franziska looked at them, of course knowing what they had been doing, and glared.

"Make sure he doesn't do anything foolish."

And the clicks of her heels faded as she walked away.