Tonight, I will sit. Tonight, I shall watch. Tonight, I will wait for the perfect moment in silence. Bright green eyes shall pierce the the night, watching. Perched high in a tree, I, the reborn Yatagarasu, will observe the world around me in silence, searching for my other two legs. For, only then will the Great Thief Yatagarasu will reveal itself once more. I will avenge my father's death. We will steal the truth- the absolute truth and nothing but the truth. We will protect this world from the corrupt wrongdoers that exist. For I am the Great Thief Yatagarasu.

-K, Faraday, 17

Wind howled through the cold winter night. It twisted and turned around every building corner in sight and parked car on the street, chilling the air and sending a shiver down one's spine. Not a soul was in sight on the dark windy night. Every logical person was safe. They were safe- safe in the comfort of their nice cozy homes. That is, minus a few rather "work absorbed" citizens.

Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth was sitting in the high prosecutor's office on the twelfth floor, delicately sipping his cup of jasmine tea. Dressed in his usual magenta-colored attire, he placed his cup in its respective saucer. For a moment, he glanced at the detective in his office whom was wearing his over-sized (and patchy, might he add) trench coat. The prosecutor simply raised his eyebrows; whatever the detective was doing, hunched over the chess set, was none of his concern. Looking at the new, expensively fancy watch that he had bought for himself, Edgeworth nodded slightly and got up. Walking over towards the large window behind his desk, he unlocked and cracked it open a bit. Turning swiftly, the prosecutor sat back down in his leather chair. Then, he resumed sipping his tea with a nonchalant expression, as if he had been sitting there the whole time.

As mentioned before, the good Detective Dick Gumshoe was also in the high prosecutor's office. He was crouching beside the table which held Prosecutor Edgeworth's chess set. Scratching the hairs on his chin and narrowing his eyebrows, the detective attempted to teach himself how to play, to no avail. It was difficult enough for him to remember where all the pieces were to be placed, much less how each of them are allowed to move. Letting out a loud sigh, (earning himself a low growl from the man in purple) Gumshoe gave up and began amusing himself by reorganizing the numerous case files on the bookcase. After all, organizing over two hundred case files in a specific order and fashion was much easier than playing chess.

However, let us move on from Egdeworth and Gumshoe. For, as important roles that these two men play, the man of the hour has yet to be mentioned... and his story is not one to be missed.

Prosecutor Gavin's office was an utter mess. Well, more than usual, at least.

Prosecutor Klavier Gavin scribbled furiously on a piece of paper, and shoved it to the side. He had to move his comfy recliner from its original spot in front of his flat-screen over to his "desk" (amplifier.) There was a large stack of undone paperwork sitting to the right of him, and a small pile of completed files to the left. He let his eyes wander over towards the tower of papers and paused for a second. He then buried his head into his hands and let out a loud groan. Just looking at all the work gave him a headache. Why oh why does he have to leave all his paperwork for the last minute to do? Sighing in exasperation, the former rock star turned to his enormous computer screen, found his keyboard, and began typing. His fingers flew across the keyboard as large letters appeared on the large monitor. After he finished a hastily typed e-mail, Gavin stopped typing and read over his work.

Dear Fraulein Detective,

Please come to my office as early as possible tomorrow morning. There is much paper work that is needed to be completed. I am incapable of completing it myself, therefore am handing the responsibility over to you. Danke.

-K.G.

Smirking impishly, Klavier clicked the "send" button and got up from his leather chair. Sighing contently, he dusted off his purple jacket. Allowing a satisfied grin, the blond prosecutor grabbed his black, wool coat from a coat rack by his office door. Good day, he thought to himself as he threw the heavy piece of fabric over his shoulders. Today was a good day. He then grabbed a set of keys off of a random stack of books near the door. No more work to do. He suddenly stopped, and then swiftly turned around, grabbing his winter scarf from one of his guitar stands, tapping his head lightly, as if proud he had remembered. And, now, I get to go home, with no worries at all-

There was suddenly a loud commotion right outside the large window in the back of Gavin's office. A noisy ringing sound could be heard from a tree near his office. Birds quickly flew away from one particular branch on a tree, which was covered in green leaves. Squirrels scurried away from that spot as well. It was hard to tell, but Klavier definitely heard a shard, quick whisper before all was quiet once more. The prosecutor hesitated, suddenly growing extremely serious. He eyed the tree branch suspiciously, and slowly walked over to his glass case of guitars. Opening its doors gently, he reached behind his black guitar, revealing it to be the hiding spot of a sharp, unused pocket knife. Just a safety precaution. Slipping it into the inner pocket of his jacket, Klavier pulled up the collar of his coat and finally made his way out of his office.

A pair of green eyes watched the door to the Prosecutor's building vigilantly, flickering towards every sound and movement. Waiting. They were waiting for the right person. They were waiting for the right moment. They were waiting for the doors to slide open- light suddenly poured out into the dark night as a figure stepped out of the building- as it did just now.

Stealthily, a figure in the large tree jumped down a branch, careful not to disturb the leaves, causing any unnecessary and unwanted noise. That would lead to being discovered, which would lead to the entire mission being terminated. Then, this sitting in the cold would all be a complete waste of time. No, this person would not have any of that. Time is precious, and this person will make sure that her time is not wasted. She will make sure that this mission is completed.

Eying the distance between the ground and her spot in the tree, the figure jumped once more, landing on the branch closest to the ground, while still camouflaging her body with leaves. However, this motion was not as stealthy as the previous. A branch caught her navy blue scarf , and she was pulled backwards, stuck. The surrounding leaves rustled loudly, and the figure, whom not-so-coincidentally appeared to be Prosecutor Gavin, turned to look at the source of the noise.

"Crap," whispered the figure angrily, as she struggled to pull herself free. Come on, let go! Grasping the fabric with both hands, she gave a hard tug and was released from the branch. However, the struggle was not over, for the tug had left her unbalanced, and the figure tumbled out of the tree. She onto her knees on the cold ground, facing the trunk of the tree. Tightly squeezing her eyes shut, the figure resisted the urge to scream in pain. Clenching her fists as well, she opened her mouth, letting out a loud, vulgar whisper once more.

Gasping loudly, figure's green eyes snapped open. Her spine suddenly straightened as her face paled in fright. White puffs could be seen coming out of the girl's mouth as she heavily inhaled and exhaled. She stiffened as she felt a cold metal tip press against the nape of her neck.

"Don't," began a smooth voice. Klavier Gavin had suddenly stepped up behind her after the figure's fall. "Move."

Closing her eyes, the figure slowed her breathing, attempting to slow down her beating heart. She slowly opened her eyes and swallowed. Shakily, she opened her mouth. "What-" her voice came out a bit hoarse. Pausing, she cleared her throat. "- do you want."

It may have been the figure's imagination, however, it felt as though the knife pressed in a little further. "Put your hands in the air now."

Slowly, a pair of small, dainty hands were raised above the girl's head.

"Good," whispered Klavier. Then, he leaned closer towards her ear. "Now, Fraulein, I want to know exactly why you were spying on me."

There was no response.

The pressure on the knife was slightly increased. "Tell me," he whispered into her ear.

"..."

There was still no response. Groaning in annoyance, Gavin raised his voice. There was a bit more than a hint of irritation in his voice. He lightly shook the girl's shoulder as he shouted loudly. "Answer m-"

Suddenly, the girl forcefully pushed her head backwards. The knife dug into her neck, breaking through her skin, causing her to wince slightly. However, the reward was worth the pain; Gavin loosened his grip on the knife, and there was a little gap between the pocket knife's tip and her body.

The girl swiftly got up from the ground and spun around, facing the surprised prosecutor. Grabbing his pocket knife, she clutched a fistful of his black, wool jacket and swung him into the tree trunk. The blond prosecutor grunted in pain as his face made contact with the rough bark of the tree.

"What in the-" Klavier's angry rant was cut off mid-sentence. He froze as he felt his own knife's blade against his skin. He felt the warm breath of the girl in his ear as she leaned in to speak.

"I admit Mr. Gavin," she began softly. "You were good. A little training and you'd be the perfect candidate for my little group." Letting out a girlish giggle, the girl quickly untied her scarf and wrapped it around Gavin's face. He also felt the roughness of roped around his two wrists as well as she bound his hands behind his back.

"Let's go!" she chirped. "We have a date with Gummy and Edgy!"

Yah yah I don't own anything. Uh sorry it's so late. Was debating on whether or not to discontinue but oh well I dunno yet. If you couldn't tell, Kay is targeting Gavin to be part of the Yatagarasu (hey, I don't think it has to be girls... right? I mean, Yew was with Badd and Faraday, so... oh well whatev) Buh bye... Please review and tell me what you think so far.