A/N: I was playing Marvel vs. Capcom and Phoenix Wright made a cameo. x3 So it made me want to update this fanfiction story...

September 25

Honey and Cloves Apartment Complex

Day Two of Investigation

Mom snores loudly. Her snoring kept me up all night, but I was still able to develop somewhat of a plan to find out more about my real father. Mr. Wright was definitely a suspect. I jotted down the facts I already know.

1. Mr. Wright knew Mom at one point.

2. Mr. Wright works at a Talent Agency

3. Mr. Wright has a daughter

4. Mr. Fancypants knows Mom.

5. Mr. Fancypants also knows Mr. Wright.

6. Mr. Wright plays the piano.

7. Mom is lonely.

I frowned at number seven. But what if Mom didn't want to see Mr. Wright? If they lived so closely, then surely, she would've at least mentioned him. Maybe something bad happened between them. I'd have to learn more about Mr. Wright before I let them know about each other.

Also, Mr. Fancypants could be a suspect. I didn't want to admit it, but he was a possibility. He knew my mom and was surprised to see me.

Maybe if I took a picture of Mom then I could present it to Mr. Wright. I ran to retrieve an old polaroid camera and came back to see Mom in an unflattering position. Slobber was escaping her mouth and her legs and arms were sprawled. She had milk stains all over her lilac gown, and a cookie in her hand. But I couldn't let her ask questions, so I had to take it anyway.

As soon as I snapped, the photo came out and mom woke up. I tucked it away in my back pocket.

"Sorry, Mom, for waking you up," I frowned, truly sorry for waking her.

She sat up from the couch and wiped her eyes, "Eh...? It's okay, Spike. I needed to get up anyway. Oh, gosh, I slept in, you must be starving!" Mom had a habit of making sure I ate enough. Probably because at one point, we couldn't afford much to eat, but I'm not a big-eater like she is. I can go days without eating.

"I need to go down to the library." I protested, calling out to her as she sprinted to the kitchen.

"I thought you had a marble tournament with Frank today or something." she replied as she turned on running water.

"Yes," right, I had told her something about Frank, "it's at the Library." I put on sweater and shorts then grabbed my satchel and dashed towards the door.

Mom came out of no where with her arms crossed in a fierce fashion. "Son, brush your teeth. Wash your face. Make sure you do your homework. And...whatever else moms are supposed to tell sons. I'm not letting you go so easy this time after what happened yesterday."

I smiled reluctantly and bowed, "Yes, Mom." When Mom really tried to be a more responsible mother, I was grateful. In fact, I almost prefered it unless it interfered with my objectives.

It was a bit early to be dashing out anyways. On my way to the shower, I looked at the clock - 9am on a Sunday. Tomorrow was school. I ran my fingers through my hair in annoyance. 5 days of school weekly would definitely put a hinder in my plans.

As I stepped out of the shower, Mom was already calling me for breakfast. I smelled blueberries, maple syrup, and bacon. Pancakes? Maybe waffles. Either one sounded and smelled delicious. The sky was overcast and the trees blew in the wind outside my the kitchen window. I sat down in front of my plate of blueberry pancakes and frowned, "Is it going to rain today?"

She turned to the window and gasped, "Maybe, so. Do you still want to go to the library?"

I nodded, "Mhm, I'll be back before it starts raining or maybe Frank's mom could give me..." I scarfed down my food, "a ride home." With that, I excused myself from the table and jetted out the door without hearing her reply.

I regretted rushing, but it's really for the best. Afterall, I was sure this investigation would have a happy ending!

My skateboard was getting to be pretty old, and the tires skipped across the pavement. It was a bit distracting since I forgot where I was going. "Um...it wasn't the library, right?" I thought out loud then paused as a bell was rung, "Right...right...Wright. Mr. Wright!" I patted down my pockets in search of Mom's picture. "Got it! Oomph!" I fell to the ground.

"Aw, what a cute kid." said a girl dressed very weirdly. She bent down on a knee and patted my head, "Apollo, can we keep him?" I looked up and blinked a few times. Her top hat shadowed over my head and long, auburn hair catched the sunlight perfectly.

I blushed. To me, though she was dressed like some magician, she was very pretty. My heart raced and I got up. I didn't want to look like a kid to her, "My name is Spike."

"Spike?" A taller man, dressed in red with pointy hair looked down at me, "Is that your name? What's your last name?" He got excited, "What's that you're holding!"

"You don't even know me." I dusted myself off and smirked, "Why're you asking a child all these questions?" I pointed at him, "You just met me and yet -..."

"My name's Apollo." He waved, breaking my intensity and smiled nervously.

"And I'm Trucy!" she pointed to herself and giggled, "We're looking for...um...some weird kid that was called our agency last night." I jumped. "Don't get me wrong, he was adorable."

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down. In the corner of my eye, I saw both of them perk up, "What does your agency do?" I tucked the picture in my back pocket and looked back up at the two.

"Anything," said Trucy, "we do odd jobs and help people achieve their dreams." She held a fist to the sky.

They nodded.

"Um," I stared off to the side nervously, "I don't really have any dreams right now."

"Really?" interjected Apollo.

I glared at him. "Yes. Really."

Trucy giggled again and patted me on the head...again, "Well, you can help us look for the kid."

I followed them down the street with my hands tucked into my pockets. What was I doing? I didn't even know where the pair were going. The chances of them looking for me were pretty high, but I doubt they could make that final conclusion so quickly. I checked my watch and looked at the sky.

Apollo frowned, "It's going to rain today, isn't it?" he glanced over to the side, trying to start a conversation.

We approached an office building of some sort. It was a bit shanty and down the street from the Peabody park I go to often. I must've passed it everyday, but it didn't stand out much. "Do you think a kid would be in here?"

"Mayyybe." Trucy put her hands behind he back.

In the elevator, Trucy was grinning and Apollo was contemplating something. My heart was pounding. Then, my heart pounded as the elevator doors opened. "No way," I thought, "don't tell me they took me straight to his agency." I wasn't ready at all.

Looking forward and up a bit, I peered straight into his eyes. "M-M-Mr. Wright! You guys tricked me."

September 25

Wright's Anything Agency

There he stood, the person I'd been searching for, for all of 2 days. Why did it feel so momentous to finally meet him? I did a mental facepalm as I realized how much I was overreacting.

"Is this him?" Mr. Wright said with his eyes opened wide. He seemed tense with his hand on his hip and his hand to the back of his neck. He diverted his eyes from me.

"Yup! We found him." Trucy gave me a pat on the back and then bent down, whispering in my ear, "Go ahead and talk to him."

I was a bit annoyed, "I have a name."

The magic trick paraphanelia was overwhelming. I still managed to sit on a couch in the middle of it all. It was silent for a while until the rain began to hit on the window on the other side of the room.

His face looked very familiar, "What's up?" He sat down across from me and leaned back in a lax fashion. Then he took off his aqua beanie and layed it on the seat next to him. "Seth, right?"

Who was Seth? I looked puzzled for a moment then cleared my throat, "Yeah. Edwards."

He chuckled, holding his hand to his stomach, "So what brings you here? Apollo, go get little Seth some cookies."

Hesistantly I reached into my back pocket for the photograph of mom. I waved it with the front turned towards me. "Mr. Wright, after you answer a few questions, I'll show you this picture and ask that you identify the subject." I'd been watching way too many lawyer shows.

"Haha, he talks like an adult." he looked over to Trucy, "Okay, squirt."

I gritted my teeth. Only my mom calls me "squirt". I then sighed and took out a list of questions I'd made while mom was sleeping. This time I'd be prepared! "Let's see...what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a professional poker player and pianist." He leaned forward eagerly, "Do you want to hear a song?"

"No." I said sharply. Mr. Wright didn't seem like a bad guy. I just felt extremely nervous around him. Like I do with most people. I tried to lighten up and grin, "Next question."

"Heh, you remind me of my friend Edgeworth." he grinned back.

"Who's that?" maybe Edgeworth was my father if I bared such a striking resemblance.

"Oh...just an old friend. He snaps at people like you do sometimes. But you look nothing like him. He has weird, spikey hair and Germanish clothes." he said, miming out his description.

That was the guy that mistook me for Mr. Wright, "I think I've seen him before."

"But you also kind of look like...Maya," he stopped, enthusiastically smiling, "do you know Maya Fey?"

"I'm supposed to be asking questions."

His voice got a bit higher and he ran his fingers through his spikey, brown hair, "I'm sorry, Seth, I've just been looking for her for a while. I heard she left Kurain and if I could just see her one more time, that'd be great."

I paused. I didn't know he'd been waiting to see her for so long. Should I stop looking for my father and just try to help them out? Even if Mr. Wright wasn't related to me at all, it still might be a nice thing to do. "I know that she's safe. Is this who you're looking for?" I reluctantly handed him the picture.

He took it and just about drooled over it. His entire face lit up and he grinned. "Wow, she really has grown up." He let out a nervous laugh while blushing, "I-I mean...she's still very beautiful."

"Dad!" Trucy erupted, teasingly.

"I brought the cookies you asked for." Apollo came out with a tray of pre-made chocolate chip cookies. He gave me one then set the plate on the coffee table and took a seat next to Mr. Wright. "Woah, who is she?" He said excitedly.

Mr. Wright withdrew the picture from his view protectively, "Just an old friend, Apollo."

I took a bite of the cookie. It was nothing like Mom's. I put it back on the plate. Apollo glared at me. "Do you like her or something?" I said a bit jealously, yet at the same time I was intrigued.

"Well it's complicated..." he scratched the back of his head.

"You never said anything about that, Dad, did you guys ever date?" Trucy sat next to me and leaned forward with her chin to her fist.

"No, no, it was more like..." he looked over at me and stopped, "a crush between co-workers."

My ears perked up, "You worked with her?"

"Yeah, I was the lawyer and she was the sidekick. She helped me with investigations."

My head began to spin as I looked into his eyes. So they spent a lot of time alone together...that might definitely mean that he's my dad.

Trucy interrupted again, "So you guys spent a lot of time alone together."

Mr. Wright jumped and blushed, "Sure, on investigations and such."

My cellphone rang - the Steel Samurai ringtone. It was mom, I answered immediately, "Hey, Mom."

"Spike! Where've you been? It's raining. I'm picking you up before you get sick. I'm so sorry, I fell asleep again."

"No, no, Mom. I'm fine." I didn't like making her worry.

"I'm on my way right now. See you later."

I sighed and got to my feet. I looked around for Mr. Wright and Apollo but they were both behind me. I gasped, ready to accuse them of eavesdropping until Mr. Wright spoke, "I'll give you a ride, if you need it."

"I told her I was at the library near the park. I just need you someone to take me there so she doesn't know I was in the rain." I looked down, ashamed.

Trucy tossed Mr. Wright the keys and he pointed to the door with his thumb and grinned. "Let's go."

Peabody Library

"That woman didn't sound anything like Maya, but it's weird that you know her, Seth." He kept his eyes on the road on the way to the library, "The day she left, I kept telling myself I should go ahead an propose to her, but she never came back from the doctor's office. I'd heard she went back to where she grew up, so I figured it was personal or something...I sent her lots of letters. She didn't reply to any of them. It drove me crazy. So I'm sorry if I seemed...creepy."

I stared out the window then glanced back at the stranger. "She's never told me anything about you..."

"Yeah? Is she married now?"

"No, she barely goes on dates. She's really into cooking and working on having her own restaurant."

"Maya cooks?" He laughed, "That's hilarious."

"She's really good!" I protested, "You need to taste some of it."

"Where does she work?" he was sly. He already managed to get a lot of information about her whereabouts without me even noticing. It was almost sort of cool - if it weren't in the way of what I was trying to do.

"That's classified..."

"Do you..." he stopped to think something over, "Who's your dad?" He became blunt.

It was hard to tell if he knew who my mom was. "My dad has never been around, so I don't know."

"Oh..." he turned on the radio. "I'll help you find him if you'd like." Classical music played it must've been Chopin.

"That'd be great. I think it could be Mr. Edgeworth."

"Call him Edgey and no, I doubt that. You don't look anything like him." he laughed and observed me tapping my feet to the rhythm, "You like Chopin?"

"Yeah. He's my favorite. I play piano, too."

"We're here." He pulled up to the curb. For some reason, I didn't want to leave. I got out without saying much and he tossed me a business card. "Call me anytime you'd like. I'll help you find your dad. And...tell your mom I said 'hi'." He drove off.

I looked up to the sky, not noticing I was standing in the rain. This was weird. What was I supposed to do now? Should I call him? Mom pulled up in her indigo station wagon and rolled down the window, "Why're you standing in the rain?"

"Sorry, sorry." I hopped in the passenger seat and closed the door.

"So how was Frank?" she smiled, rustling my hair.

I felt a warm feeling, "Great, Mom." I wondered how soon my family would be complete. My heart skipped when I saw Mr. Wright's face in the side mirror, but it turns out, it was just my own reflection...

A/N: Spike sounds old...but I guess I'll have that addressed in the next chapter. Like I said, I haven't played these games in a while, so I kinda forgot some people's personality. However you can expect a visit from Larry and Edgeworth in the next chapter. The first part of the plot will come full circle fairly soon. Spike's powers will come into play and all the other stuff that I'm kind of just throwing out there. Thanks for reading and being patient. I didn't think so many people would read, but it's really flattering.