What a foolishly foolish idea for a musical!

Franziska snapped as she made her way down the steps of the theatre, Edgeworth following with his arms crossed. What are you on about? he asked. My Fair Lady has been running for years. Its a clas sic, Franziska. She scoffed, turning to him. Its another case of putting lipstick on a pig, little brother. All they did was take a foolish story line and tart it up with extrava gant costumes so that they could fool foolish fools into thinking it was enterta inment! And how is it a foolish story line, as you put it? Well, first of all, she began, flicking her hair back. ible to turn a street urchin such as Eliza Dolittle into uch a small amount of time. Especially with such a small n I cannot do away with parts of my German accent, and I for literally years. It would be virtually imposs a lady of nobility in s brain like hers why, eve have been perfecting it

What are you babbling about? he asked. Of course its possible! Your father turned me into a Von Karma, did he not? Yes, because that lasted. She retorted, heavy sarcasm in her voice. Well nonetheless, it is possible. She snorted as the walked down the street, into the city nightlife. No it is not. Anyone could do it with enough determination. Even you? He hesitated, but nodded his head. Yes, I could pull it off. Fine then. Prove it! He stared at her as they passed a few restaurants. What do you mean? I, Miles Edgeworth, have a challenge for you! she announced, stopping herself and grinning at the man. I would like to see you do exactly what they did in the musi cal! I want to see you take a regular, below perfect girl and transform her into a lady of substance, and you must present her at the policemen s ball! What? This is utterly ridiculous! No its not! she snapped, the grip on her whip tightening. If you succeed, then I wil l even go to court dressed in the manner you wish for three weeks. Although at first he thought it was a preposterous idea, he stopped himself to t oy with the idea of Franziska appearing in court in a tutu or even a bunny suit. He would love nothing more than to make her wear Gumshoes coat for three entire weeks unwashed. Fine. He sighed, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. I accept your challenge. Excellent. And if you loose, then you will have to do on a date with Phoenix Wrig ht. Excuse me?

The worst thing I can imagine having to do is sit with Phoenix Wright for five mi nutes, so an entire candlelit dinner would have to be torture, no? And what makes you think Wright will ever agree? She smirked before cracking her whip against the sidewalk, causing the few odd p edestrians to jump and a passing woman to even cry out. I see so your usual form of persuasion, then? Exactly. Well if thats the case, then I want to change your end of the bargain. If I succeed , then instead of wearing whatever I tell you to, you will have to go on a date with Detective Gumshoe. WHAT?! she shouted, cracking her whip once again, this time striking an innocent t eenager. With Scruffy?! Yes, with Scruffy. Just be thankful Im keeping yours to your sexuality. Franziska glared at Edgeworth, her lips thinning. Fine, then! she barked. I accept. On one condition I get to choose the girl. The two continued to walk again, and Edgeworth shrugged. I dont see why not. You h ave a deal, Franziska. Excellent, little brother! Now to find a girl She immediately began to scan the stre ets. What about her? he asked, pointing to a high school girl who was giggling with her friends outside one of the arcades. Franziska shook her head as they passed. Look how short her skirt is, Little Brother. I want you to perfect her, not sleep with her. Edgeworth sighed and shook his head. What on earth gave Franziska the idea that he would even fathom having sex with a girl that age? He gestured to an older wo man than the last, probably in her mid-twenties, who was standing outside a bar, smoking a cigarette. Her? he asked. She shook her head again. Im not letting you off that easy. No, no, I want you to have a challenge. A challenge? Now he knew he was in for trouble GET YOUR GENUINE MAGATAMAS! a familer voice shouted. ALL THE WAY FROM KURAIN VILLAG E! PROTECT YOURSELF AGAINST BAD SPIRITS AND THE BAD LUCK THAT COMES WITH THEM! What is that awful noise?! Franziska asked, cringing as if someone had just put so mething disgusting in front of her. I think I may have heard it somewhere before You mean that shrill screeching is something youve previously experienced?" She as ked, even going as far to put her fingers to her ears.

ALL MONEY GOES TOWARDS KURAIN CHANNELING FUND! HELP RENOVATE FEY MANOR! Maya? As he cut through the crowd of people waiting for the lights to change so they c ould cross, he finally found the source of the shouting. There was Maya, dressed in her usual outfit, with a basket filled of those Magatamas she was always wea ring. She ran to each passer by, pitching all kinds of dribble about the superna tural to them, obviously hoping to sell one. Her. Franziska giggled, grabbing his shoulder. Thats the girl! What? he asked, backing up so she could not see them through the crowd. Thats Maya F ey! I know. She laughed. Have good luck with that! Franziska! I couldnt possibly Well, if thats the case, she interrupted. Then Ill go fetch Phoenix Wright right now, you make the reservations! As she pulled her cell phone out of her bag he grabbed her arm. Giving a heavy s igh he stepped forward. That wont be necessary Ill do it.

Would you like a Magatama, Sir? Itll keep you safe from evil spirits! Maya asked, r ushing to a passing businessman. He ignored her and continued on, waving his han d to gesture his lack of interest. Maya sighed and flopped down on a nearby milk crate by the back door of a popula r restaurant. She picked up one of the Magatamas and examined it, before tossing it back in the basket with the rest of them. At this rate Ill never raise enough money she sighed, her stomach dropping at the th ought of Pearl going another winters month without a properly insulated room. Shed been saving for months and she was only a few hundred short, but now it was beg inning to look like shed never reach her goal. Excuse me, miss. A man sighed, coming out of the back door. I need that crate youre sitting on. Maya stood up and made her way towards the arts district. Maybe she could sell s ome to the more cultured people. When she arrived she decided to try near one of the more busy crossings. She too k a deep breath and began her sales pitch. GET YOUR GENUINE MAGATAMAS! she shouted, as loud as her voice could manage. ALL THE WAY FROM KURAIN VILLAGE! PROTECT YOURSELF AGAINST BAD SPIRITS AND THE BAD LUCK THAT COMES WITH THEM! Everyone at the crossing ignored her. Surely someone would have to take interest . ALL MONEY GOES TOWARDS KURAIN CHANNELING FUND! HELP RENOVATE FEY MANOR!

Once again, no one even glanced at her. The light turned green and the pedestria ns began to cross the street in a large mass. Suddenly, a man who must have been in a hurry, dashed by to try and make it acro ss the street before the light changed. However, in his rush, he accidentally bu mped into Maya, sending her spilling to the ground and her Magatamas crashing to the hard concrete. HEY! she called out to the man. WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING! She began to clean up her Magatamas, placing them back in the basket. As she pic ked a few of the blue coloured ones up she almost screamed. A large portion of t hem had shattered into pieces on impact. Oh no! She cried, manically scrambling to get the rest back into the basket. Theyre broken! Oh. She stayed on the ground, clutching the basket in her arms and wiping a tear. Sh e was both frustrated and disappointed. Now shed never make that money! Excuse me, dear? a woman asked. Why are you crying? Are you lost? No! she whined. Im trying to sell Magatamas and some guy just pushed me over and now most of them are broken! Oh well here, she began, removing her wallet from her bag. How much would you like fo r one? Maya looked up at the woman, her eyes filled with stars. Was she serious? Uh $5.00 Here you go could I perhaps have one of those green ones like youre wearing? Maya grinned and nodded, searching through the basket until she finally found on e like the lady had asked for. She handed her the Magatama and the woman handed her a five-dollar note. Thankyou, dear, be sure to have a good evening, she began cheerfully, her sophisti cated English accent making Maya smile. Be sure not to stay out too late, now, Im afraid that theres a chance of an awful chill tonight and especially be careful wi th those lovely Magatamas, I know many a terrible criminal would love nothing mo re than to procure them, even by illegal means. With that, the woman walked off into the distance, leaving Maya in awe at her pe rfect eloquence. She sighed: sometimes she wished she had that much class. Maybe Phoenix would take her a little more seriously, then.

Maya? another classy, sophisticated voice asked, although much lower than the last . When she looked up, she immediately knew who it was by the pink suit. Mr Edgeworth? she asked. What are you doing out here? he asked. Its nearly 10 at night, how irresponsible can Wright get? Well, Im selling these, she began, showing him a Magatama. Its to help raise money fo r Fey Manor. Its not properly insulated and it gets really cold in the winter.

Hmm I see how much have you raised? he asked. Im $520 away from my goal! But it looks like Pearls gonna have to go an extra month without the insulation Well, thats unfortunate, then. Little Brother, Franziska chimed in, pushing past an innocent bystander to get a b etter look at the two. Have you made a proposal to this girl yet? Huh? Maya asked. You wanna marry me now? But Mr Edgeworth- I do not wish to marry you! he interrupted. Maya, Franziska and I currently have a little bet What kinda bet? she asked. Is it like a poker bet? Because I should tell ya now tha t if youre anything like Nick No no, not a poker bet. Maya, how would you like some he trailed off and looked at F ranziska, who smirked at him and gestured or him to continue. Eloquence lessons. Huh? she asked. What lessons? Whats eloquence? Is it a kinda food? Oh! Is it tasty? Because Im really hungry and I could really go for- Eloquence, he interrupted. Is well think of it as the art of speaking. Why do I need talking lessons? she asked, staring at him as if he had gone mad. Franziska cracked her whip. Because he thinks he can make you into a lady of subs tance before the Policemens ball. The policemens ball? she asked. Thats. thats in two weeks! Well, yes, I was hoping for a little more time he jabbed at Franziska. Gee, uh, thanks, Mr Edgeworth but I dunno Franziska sighed and patted him on the back. Looks like you already lose. Horrified by the idea of having a candlelit dinner with Phoenix, Edgeworth began to silently panic. There had to be a way to persuade her. There had to be somet hing he could offer her in exchange for her participation. Maya what if I offered to pay for the rest of the insulation? She stared at him. What? If you take part, then after the Policemens ball I will cover the costs of Fey Man ors insulation. Maya clapped her hands together and jumped up it was an offer she couldnt refuse. Alright! she giggled, leaping on the man and giving him a tight embrace much to Ed geworths dismay and Franziskas amusement. Thanks Mr Edgeworth!

Well uh yes he stuttered, gently pushing her away. Be at my house at 4.30 tomorrow W ht knows where it is

Franziska openly cackled, doubling over and grabbing her stomach. Good luck, little brother! Youre going to need it!

This this is utterly ridiculous! Edgeworth exclaimed as Maya dropped her suitcases on the floor of his living room. At what point did I mention you staying in my ho me? Well, Maya began, sitting herself onto the couch and bouncing up and down a few ti mes to test its softness. I cant travel here every day! But you live with Wright! His place is only a few train stops away! But then Id have to pay for train fair every day! He sighed and put his palm to his face. As much as he hated to admit it, she was probably right. It would indeed be more convenient to have her living with him for the duration of the fiasco he had worked himself into. He also decided that it couldnt hurt to keep her away from Wright if he wished to make any progress wi th her. Fine, he groaned, gesturing for her to pick up her things. You may stay with me Maya giggled with delighted and clapped her hands together. You can stay in the guest room up the stairs, second door to the right. Maya grinned and grabbed her suitcases, running up the stairs and down the hall as fast as her legs could carry her. For the first time during his visit Phoenix spoke. Are you sure about this, Edgeworth? he asked, looking up the stairs that Maya had just run up. I mean, Mayas smart and all but I cant see her becoming a lady anytime s oon Yes, well, that was Franziskas thoughts too when she chose her but nonetheless, Wri ght, the next time you see Maya she will be a cultured, refined lady. Phoenix smiled. Hed known Maya for too long to believe that she could become one of those fancy high class people Edgeworth and Franziska were associated in just two weeks. But he figured it was still relatively harmless, the worst Edgeworth could do was waste time. And besides, he was giving Maya the money she needed f or Fey Manor, right? It was a win/win situation, really. You shouldnt be smiling that like, Wright. Do you know whats on the line if I fail? No idea. But I have a feeling youre about to tell me. If I fail, Franziska is going to have us forcibly go on a date. Phoenix stared at him wide-eyed. W-what?! You know, Wright, dinner, dancing, whatever people do on dates. You cant make me! he exclaimed. Youre right, I cant make you do anything. But Franziska and her whip can.

That being said, Phoenix broke into a cold sweat like he did when Edgeworth pres ented him a piece of decisive evidence in court. Was he serious? Franziska was o bviously as conniving as ever. Was this a jab at their sexuality or was it just a jab in general at Phoenix? Besides, what would be so bad about a date with him ? Gay stuff aside, its not like it would be that unbearable, right? Well, he asked, trying to change the subject. What if you succeed? Franziska has to go on a date with Detective Gumshoe. Now Edgeworth was talking. Phoenix was fired up now they just had to win this, t he opportunity to see Franziskas face while she forcibly danced with Gumshoe was just too good to pass up. You officially have my full co-operation. How can I help? You, Wright, Edgeworth began, putting his hand on the defence attorneys back and le ading him towards the door. Can help by staying away from Maya until this fiasco is over. What? he asked as Edgeworth opened the door. Why cant I see her? Because, Wright, its going to be enough of a challenge as it is and if I hope to m ake any progress whatsoever then I cant have her being influenced by someone as u nsophisticated as you. Now, if youll excuse me, he said, gently pushing Phoenix ou t of the doorway. I have a grave to dig myself out of. Well see you at the Policem ens ball. He shut the door before the slightly bewildered Phoenix could manage to protest and turned to face the stairway. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. It was about to begin.

Alright, Maya, lets have a look at you. he said as she joined him in the study. What do you mean? she asked as he gently pushed her into the center of the room. I need to see what the damage is hold still He paced around her slowly, examining what hed been given to work with. Alright, well first of all, those clothes will have to go Ill arrange for a tailor But, Mr Edgeworth, these clothes- Are not those which a lady would wear. Hmmmm Your hair is not too bad, he sighed, l ifting up a hunk of her hair and examining it. Seems healthy enough, and long hai r seems to be in fashion at the moment How do you know whats in fashion? she giggled. Maybe you should be going on a date w ith Nick He stopped in front of her, crossing his arms and sternly staring her down. I do often attend functions, you realize? I do communicate with the opposite sex now, lets look at your face. To Mayas surprise he grabbed her face by the jawbone and turned her head to the s

ide. Hmmm I see he murmured, now turning it to the other side. Well, not impossible by any means, Im no beauty therapist, but a little makeup and you just may look the par t. Ive never worn makeup before! she exclaimed. Well theres a first time for everything. Now, lets work on your decorum. He announce d, sitting on the chair at his desk and facing Maya. Whats decorum? she asked, sitting on the leather recliner next to one of the many b ookcases. Is it some sort of dance? He sighed and shook his head. Oh god Franziska what have you gotten me into? Decor um, he began, taking a book from his desk and opening it to the marked page. Is yo ur etiquette. Maya stared at him curiously and he groaned when he realised shes missed the boat . Good manners. He corrected. Now, what do you usually say when someone places a meal in front of you? Maya thought for a moment, looking at the ceiling and causing Edgeworth to worry a little that such a simple question evoked such deep thought. Ummm usually something like WOAH THIS LOOKS GREAT I WAS STARVED! because I get reall y hungry a lot You dont even thank anyone for making a meal for you? Well, Nick cant cook, so usually we just order burgers. Edgeworth cringed at the idea of eating fast food, but decided to persist on any way. Alright, well, I want you to try saying this: Thankyou, this meal looks absolutely resplendent. Now you. Maya paused and looked at him strangely. Uh alright. Thanks, this meal looks um abss -ol-oot-ly reese-pla-andant. There was a silence in the room as Edgeworth stared at the girl, horrified. You m ean to tell me you cant say the words absolutely and resplendent? Well, I dont say abss-ol-oot-ly very much, and I hadnt even heard of that second on e until now! she laughed, sounding a little nervous. Are we going to be using big words like that a lot? Because I gotta tell ya, Im not good with that kinda stuff . Edgeworth sighed. This was worse than he thought.

Alright, Maya, lets take a break from decorum Edgeworth winced in desperation after about an hour of trying and failing to get Maya to say absolutely and resplenden t correctly. Why dont we work on your posture?

My backs fine! she laughed. Although, I could really go for a massage No, Maya, how you stand and walk. You slouch, its not graceful. Stand up come on. The two stood up and Edgeworth pulled three hardcover books from one of the book shelves. He ushered Maya to one side of the room and balanced the books on the t op of her head. Now, Maya, this is the tried and true book test. A woman with a graceful walk and good posture should have no problem making it from one side of the room to the other without dropping a single book. Heh, Maya chuckled. Now come on, Mr Edgeworth! she laughed, crossing her arms. This i s no problem. If I can sit under a waterfall in the snow for three hours I can c arry some books on my head. Well, then, go on. He said. Maya stepped forward and almost immediately the books began to teeter. She gaspe d and stumbled a little to the side to try and regain the balance, but this only disrupted them more, causing them to fall to the floor with a thud. Edgeworth c ouldnt help but chuckle under his breath as he watched Maya scowl at the books as if her clumsiness was their fault. Not a problem, Maya? he asked. She stared at him and thinned her eyes. Quiet, you. Give me another try.

Maya, Edgeworth sighed after another hour of failed tests. Perhaps we should move o n now. Im beginning to worry about thew health of my books. What now? she asked. What else is there to teach me? Well, your vocabulary is lacking... for one he sighed. He opened a drawer on his de sk and removed a stack of cards, shuffling them. I have prepared some flash cards . They contain both pictures and words. When I show you a picture I want you to give me the proper word for it, and when I show you a word I want you to give me a synonym for it. Synonym? she asked. Other meaning. He explained, pulling the first card out of the top of the pile. Alr ight, Maya, first one, what is this? he asked, presenting her a picture of a tele vision. I know that one! A TV! she exclaimed, seeming proud to have guessed something righ t. No, actually, a television. He corrected her. Maya gasped and frowned at the man. But theyre the same thing! Yes, but I want the proper name now this one. He said, presenting a card with a pic ture of a ladder on it.

A ladder? she asked. No, Maya, a step-ladder. Next was a card with obtain written on it. Whats the synonym? he asked. Uh um I know this she muttered, thinking hard about this one. Um uh get? procure, Maya. Have you ever used a thesaurus before? he asked. This is worse than F ranziskas obsession with the word fool. The next card in the pile was the word sick. Maya smiled. That ones easy. Unwell.

No Im afraid not he sighed. Ill was the word I was looking for and its also what I ng at the moment

Brrzt brrzt! Brrzt brrzt! The ringing of the phone woke Edgeworth up that morning. It was his day off, so he had taken the liberty of sleeping in, but he still felt quite robbed. With a frustrated sigh he stretched out his arm and removed the phone on his bedside ta ble from its cradle. Edgeworth. He awnsered, rubbing his eyes. Little brother! the voice on the other end laughed. There was no mistaking Franzis kas cackle, even when half asleep. What is it, Franziska? Well, in order to attain perfection in accepting my victory in this sort of situa tion, I rented a copy of that foolish movie based on that even more foolish musi cal you made me sit through. Thats nice, Franziska, but was it really worth waking me for? Well, I have been up all night and I simply couldnt wait to announce my new plan! Wait, he interrupted. You were up all night? What for? I watched the movie over and over again, I have studied every detail and I am per fectly sure that you cannot win. But, regardless, I noticed that in the musical, one of the conditions was that Henry Higgins pass that foolish flower selling f ool as a Duchess at the ball. Oh no, I see where this is going. You are out of your mind if you think that is p ossible. I dont even think we have Duchesses in this country What kind of a fool do you take me for? she snapped. Even I am not such a fool to f oolishly assume you could pass her off as a Duchess however, to pass her off as a prosecutor, on the other hand Franziska, have you lost your mind? he asked. Its not like Maya Fey is a common cock ney flower girl, people do know who she is. Ah, you have jumped in too early, Miles Edgeworth. She laughed, causing him to hav

e the perfect image of her trademark smirk. I can take care of that myself, as mo st of us who do know her can be covered for. What do you mean? Well, I, for one, shall never speak a word of her true identity, and if you plan to succeed neither shall you. Phoenix Wright shall not speak against us unless h e actually wants to enjoy a candlelit dinner with you, Scruffy is easily silence d that leaves the caffeine-addicted triclops, who Im sure would love to see you su ffer with Wright as much as I will. What about the Judge? he asked. Oh, come on! she cackled. As if that geriatric can remember his own phone number, l et alone Maya Fey. I doubt shell be half recognizable if you dress her like a san e person, anyway. I see a compelling argument you have, Franziska, but you have yet to give reason a s to why I would take on this condition. If I am correct, Maya Fey is not paying for the clothes you shall be buying her, correct? yes Well, how about this. If you can pass her off as a Prosecutor, then I will not on ly reimburse you for all you have spent on her, but I will also pay for the reno vation of Fey Manor instead of you. That way this comes at no cost to you. Edgeworth had to think for a second about this. It was indeed a tempting offer. Although he would have to put in a little extra work in order to teach her some legal terms and whatnot, it would save him a lot of extra expenses. Alright, Franziska, if you do that and go on the date with Detective Gumshoe as p reviously agreed, then you have a deal. Excellent! she exclaimed, Edgeworth could even hear the crack of a whip on her end of the line. You have just put the final nail in your coffin, Miles Edgeworth! I shall make reservations at the restaurant today! With that, she hung up, the dial tone being the only form of goodbye it looked lik e Edgeworth would be receiving. Two weeks to turn Maya Fey into a respectable Prosecutor. If Phoenix Wright coul d get through law school, then Maya Fey could at least look like a Prosecutor.

Alright, Maya, lets go over it again, he groaned, his head in his hands and not bea ring to look at her. Whats a a causal link? From the get-go, he knew she wasnt going to answer correctly, but the more he dri lled it into her the more hope there was that she might actually get it right fo r once. He braced himself for another incorrect answer that would be so frustrat ing that it would possibly cause him pain, when the doorbell saved him. Excuse me, he interrupted before she could respond. Edgeworth almost jumped out of his seat to get out of that room. Even though it was Gumshoe at the door, he st ill felt an incredible sense of relief.

Yes, Detective? he asked. Uh, Mr Edgeworth, sir, you asked me to come down here? It was then Edgeworth remembered that he had indeed called Gumshoe earlier that day and asked him to pick up some clothes from the tailor. Ah, yes, he said, glanc ing at the many bags in his arms. Come in, come in. I gotta say, pal, Gumshoe laughed as he entered the main hall. Its a little weird or dering girls clothes from the tailor. I mean, not that theres anything wrong with that, I just never really took you for one of those guys, you know? Theyre not for me, Detective. He sighed, heading up the stairs and gesturing for hi m to follow. Theyre for Maya. Huh? he asked as they came to the top of the staircase. Mr Edgeworth! he chuckled. I didnt know that you and Maya were like that! Youre such a nice guy, buying your girlfriend clothes and stuff! Im not dating her! he snapped. Im teaching her, as it seems. Teaching her what? he asked as they headed for Mayas room. Well, Franziska and I have a bit of a wager if I can pass her off as a Prosecutor at the Policemens ball, then well I wont have to go on a date with Wright. Gumshoe stopped in his tracks completely and began to laugh hysterically, so har d that he doubled over as he clutched to the bags. Thats hilarious, pal! he roared. That would be awesome to see! Detective. Edgeworth coughed, crossing his arms and giving him a stern look as he tried to straighten himself up and stop laughing. Sorry, pal, its just really funny to think about. He sighed, still chuckling a litt le. Indeed. So, what do you get if you do it? I mean, if you lose you gotta go on a date with Mr Wright, right? Well, Franziska will compensate me for all the money I have spent on this endeavo ur, and shell cover the costs of having Fey Manor properly insulated and shell also have to go on a date with you. WHAT?! Gumshoe shouted, dropping a few of the bags. WHY ME?! Because, as you said, it will be hilarious. What makes you think Id go along with that, pal? Now I want you to lose! Well, for one, you get a nice, expensive meal, as Franziska would be paying. This was obviously already enough for Gumshoe, as a small smile crept onto his f ace. Well, that would be nice instead of instant noodles for once but what about M s Von Karma?! Shell whip me like never before! Dont worry about that, Detective, Ill make sure that she does not bring the whip.

Gumshoe nodded and smiled. Well, I guess she is kinda cute when shes not whipping people or screaming or cutting your pay alright, pal! Im in! he announced, puffing out his chest proudly. --I am NOT wearing this in front of people! Maya exclaimed as she entered the study to reveal one of her new outfits. I look like a crazy person! And you didnt in the clothes you wore before? Edgeworth asked. Besides, I dont think it looks so bad. Take those silly things out of your hair and youll look very pro fessional. The outfit in question was indeed probably not the best choice. The black suit w as much like Franziskas only without the puffy sleeves and with a higher collar. Maya fidgeted with the cravat and frowned. I mean, do I even have to have this frilly thing? Its called a cravat, Maya, Edgeworth sighed. And its something every good prosecutor wears. What about Godot? she asked. He doesnt wear one! Yes well I did say good prosecutors, not self absorbed womanising coffee maniacs. Uh, sorry Mr Edgeworth, sir, Gumshoe cut in, although sounding a bit afraid to. But I, uh Im with Maya. Its nice but uh she kinda looks too much like Ms Von Karma a lit tle scary, actually. Edgeworth sighed and shook his head. Suit yourself go try on the next one. I want you to find something you can wear if I decide to take you to court. You might f eel a little more refined if you dress it Maya almost sprinted up the stairs to get changed, causing Gumshoe to chuckle a little. Shes a cutie, pal, I hope youre not trying to make her scary like most people at th e DAs office. Not scary, just poised. YOURE GONNA POISON HER?! Gumshoe shouted, glaring at Edgeworth. No, Detective, poised, it means dignified, calm, graceful Oh, sorry, pal he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he did so. I ts just that after all the trouble Mayas gotten into I cant help but but Gumshoe trailed off, leaving Edgeworth hanging for the rest of the sentence. But what, detective? Gumshoe didnt respond, but rather stared off into the distance as if in a pleasan t dream. Gumshoe? he asked one more time. This time, the good detective did respond in the form of pointing to the stairca se and uttering a wow under his breath. The sight Edgeworth had been alerted to wa s indeed a pleasant one. Maya stood halfway down the staircase in one of the outfits Edgeworth had ordere

d. It was a vintage style dress, much like something worn in one of those shows from the 1950s such as I Love Lucy. The way the waist was cinched in did indeed b ring out Mayas youthful figure, and the white colour with black lace trim brought out her colouring. But the most captivating thing about the outfit was the smil e etched onto her face. Maya, I do believe that we have found an outfit for you. Edgeworth announced, stan ding up as she came down the stairs. Once we do something about your hair you are going to be a vision indeed. I like it a lot too, Mr Edgeworth. She giggled, clapping her hands together. Do I l ook like a prosecutor yet? Well, it depends. What does Actus Reus mean? he asked. No idea! She chirped, the cheeriness in her voice causing Gumshoe to chuckle as he stood up. Hey, Maya, I gotta say, you look pretty cute in that outfit! he laughed. Im starting to wish you were really a prosecutor, pal. I have a feeling Id like working with you better than with Ms Von Karma. And I bet Id be the envy of every detective i n the precinct if I got to work with you! Maya laughed. Awww, thanks Detective but uh I dont think Ill be doing that any time s oon. Yes, the girl cant even tell the difference between a ladder and a step-ladder. Gumshoe gave Edgeworth a puzzled look. You mean theres a difference?

Come on, Mr Edgeworth! Its been nearly 4 hours! Maya groaned. I just cant say it! Yes you can! Its possible, I know it is. Even if I have to brainwash you I will. L ets try again. Maya groaned. Fine! Thankyou, this meal looks absolutely resplendent. Thankyou, this meal looks abss-ol-oot-ly reese-pla-andant. No, no, no! Repeat after me: absolutely. Abss-ol-oot-ly. Absolutely. Abss-ol-oot-ly. Ab. Ab. Sol. Sol. Loot-lee.

Loot-lee. Absolutely! Abss-ol-oot-ly! Edgeworth put his palm to his face and took a deep breath. This was turning out to be a hopeless, disaster of a train-wreck, and he was at the end of his tether . See, I told you so! She chirped. Maya, how can it be so bloody hard for you to pronounce a basic word?! Your nativ e language is English, for heavens sake, you should be more than capable of speak ing it! I fail to understand how you can channel the dead and do great feats of mental strength, but you cant even comprehend proper enunciation! Ugh, are you always like this?! she retorted, the hours of work also taking its to ll on her temper. No wonder they call you the demon prosecutor! Youre youre a jerk! T hats what you are! Ive been sitting here for hours saying the same thing over and over and over again and you still talk to me like that! And for your information channelling a spirit and sitting on an ice block is entirely different from wha t youre making me do! Excuse me?! How dare you speak to me like that! I take you into my home, I feed y ou, give you lessons, I even buy you expensive clothes and this is the reception I get? Hey, Im only doing this because I need that money! I could care less about you hav ing to go on a date with Nick, although Id feel sorry for him if he had to sit wi th you for more than an hour! Edgeworth stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He knew perfectly well that losing his temper would get him nowhere, but he was on ly human. He could already tell, however, that he was going to be very embarrass ed for losing his patience with Maya, and had already begun to try and think of ways to make it up to her. It didnt take him long to act on it, either. He was smart enough to realise it wa s very hypocritical of him to be so short-fused with her while he was trying to teach her to be poised. He didnt know much about what made Maya happy, but he did remember Phoenix telling him more than a few times about Maya having a fondness for burgers. He had some mince left in the freezer, he would probably have no p roblem whipping something up for her. --Maya? he asked quietly, knocking on the door to her room. May I come in? There was a silence for a moment and Edgeworth almost thought she would reject h im an opportunity to apologise. However, over a few sobs he heard Mayas voice. Come in. With great caution, Edgeworth gently opened the door, peeking inside and not mak ing any sudden movements just in case. Maya was lying on the bed, her back to hi

m, presumably crying. I uh Im sorry for how I behaved before he said, taking a few steps towards her bedsid e. Im more than ashamed of myself. Maya sniffled. Thats alright Im Im sorry too Ill try to be a better student And Ill try to be more patient maybe Ive been going to hard on you whatever the case, I made you a burger I remember Wright telling me youre very fond of them. Almost instantly Maya jumped up and grinned at him, before staring down the burg er like a hungry dog.

Im not sure if its what youre quite used to Im afraid I dont eat fast food much he ed, handing her the plate and hoping she wasnt going to go as far as to eat him b y accident. Thankyou, she said. this meal looks absolutely resplendent. She took a huge bite out of the burger while Edgeworth stared at her in terror. Maya what what did you just say? Maya paused and swallowed her burger, it making a large sound as it went down he r throat. I said thankyou, this meal looks absolutely resplendent. When she realized what she had just said she stopped completely and stared at Ed geworth, her eyes wide in awe. Edgeworth laughed with joy. That that was brilliant! You said it properly, even your voice is proper dare I say that was perfect Again! Again! Thankyou, this meal looks absolutely resplendent! she exclaimed, putting the plate aside and bouncing off the bed, almost ad overjoyed as Edgeworth was. Maya, quickly, he gasped. Books, books! Maya rushed over to the dresser and picked up three of the books stacked on top of it, placing them on her head. To the pairs amazement she almost glided from on e side of the room to the other without the books even shifting. When she arrive d in front of him, the books safe, he removed them from the top of her head and tossed them aside, not caring at all where they landed. What does Actus Reus mean? Guilty act! she laughed. Quick, Maya! he exclaimed, leading her to her window. Whats that man doing? Why, he seems to be harvesting apples. And whats he standing on? he asked. A step-ladder, of course! Maya began to bounce around the room with delight at the achievement, while Edge worth suddenly felt so validated that it wouldnt have been completely amiss to sa y he was close to tears. He quickly removed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled Franziskas number.

Here, he said, shoving the phone in Mayas direction. Ask Franziska if shes ready for her date with Detective Gumshoe! he said, giving in to his temptations. Maya took the phone and after a few moments, Franziska awnsered. Franziska Von Karma. She awnsered. Why, good afternoon, Ms Von Karma, Maya began, her voice sounding so sophisticated that it was almost unrecognisable. I was just enquiring as to if you are adequat ely prepared for your romantic evening with Detective Gumshoe? What?! Franziska snapped, loud enough for even Edgeworth to hear it. Who is this?! Why, Ms Von Karma, please do not tell me that you have forgotten I, Maya Fey, alr eady? What?! Maya Fey?! Impossible, I refuse to believe this! Well, then, Ms Von Karma, all shall be revealed in due time at the policemens ball . Also, Detective Gumshoe informed me that he much prefers outfits that do not i nclude a cravat. You may wish to visit a boutique.

Good Morning, Mr Edgeworth! The voice that woke Edgeworth up that morning was one he couldnt put his finger o n. It wasnt the harsh barking of Franziska, and it wasnt the whiny, high-pitched n oise that Maya made no it was something much, much more pleasant. When he opened h is eyes, seeing Maya standing at his bedside with a tray in her hands was a bit of a shock to his system, but pleasant nonetheless. Maya? he asked, sitting himself up and rubbing his eyes. I prepared you some breakfast Edgeworth sniffed the air and felt his stomach growl when he caught the scent of bacon. He was both delighted and confused. Could Maya even cook? Maya this is you shouldnt have. He sat himself up and opening his curtains. but was surprised to ng him little fingers she placed the tray on his lap, before turning and gently He hesitantly took a bite of the bacon, fearing the worst, find it wasnt bad. Maya had even gone to the effort of maki of toast for him to dip in the egg she had prepared.

This is delicious! he exclaimed. Maya, what on earth possessed you to go to all of this effort? Well, she began, smiling when she noticed how much he was enjoying the meal. I want ed to thank you for being so patient with me. I thought you might enjoy waking u p to breakfast in bed rather than your alarm like every other morning. Mmm he mumbled, swallowing a mouthful of egg-covered toast. Talk more. Im still havin g trouble believing that you are actually speaking properly. Why, Mr Edgeworth, I am indeed speaking in a proper, eloquent manner, and it is a ll due to your teachings. I am more than grateful to you. Also, you have some eg g on your face

Using the napkin he wiped the egg away and continued eating. In all honesty, Edg eworth hadnt eaten a meal cooked by someone else in a very long time, and he didnt think he had ever even had breakfast in bed before. I I was hoping, however she began, smiling coyly and staring at the floor. That perha ps I could meet with Mr Wright today for lunch? Ah. Now it all made sense. She wanted something. Although this in no way stopped Edgeworth from enjoying his breakfast, he was quick to respond. No. Absolutely not. Why?! she exclaimed. Maya, Im not going to risk having Wright reverse all the progress youve made. Hes de trimental to anyones sanity, let alone their manners. But what if hes worried about me? she asked. He knows very well that he can just call me and ask about you if hes concerned. Be sides, its not that long until the Policemens ball. You will be re-united there act ually, it will be quite a spectacular setting for such a thing, I imagine, these things tend to be much more formal and extravagant than other occasions these d ays Oh she sighed, her face dimming down and even managing to make Edgeworth feel guilt y. Now that she mentioned it, it had been a while since she had been around othe r people. Perhaps it was indeed time to take an outing. --Little brother? Franziska asked as her brother entered the private tent at the pol o game. What are you doing here?! Arent you supposed to be fooling around with tha t foolish fool of a foolhardy fool? Edgeworth smirked. Oh, that foolish fool of a foolhardy fool as you so eloquently p ut it, is here. Excuse me? Franziska asked, her eyes opening wide. Shes shes here? Yes. I feel that she is ready to socialize with our social circle. Are you insane?! she snapped. Mrs Glastonbury is here! She will be outraged if she is spoken to with Maya Feys harsh tongue! This was no problem for Edgeworth. Mrs Glastonbury was a very high figure in hig h society. An aging socialite, it was rumoured that she had become a concubine f or a far off king for a period of time, infact, there had even been a few rumour s about her and Manfred Von Karma before he had been executed, and they were pro ving to be true through the liking she suddenly took to Franziska one day. That aside, however, the ageing oil heiress was nothing to be afraid of if he had don e his job right, even though her impression of Maya could make or break her. Maya will be able to cope just fine. He declared. I have instructed her to stick to two subjects, the quality of the food served in the tent and everyones health. I figure this will be a fine introduction to what were about to throw her into. Little brother, you are perfectly aware that Maya Feys impending failure will refl

ect on you, correct? Yes I am completely aware. However, I am not as cruel as you and I wasnt going to l ock her up for two weeks. Franziska gave one of her trademark smirks and chuckled. Very well so, where is th e little fool, then? I had her go and retouch her makeup in the ladies room before introducing her. Sh e should be here any moment. Right on que, the tent almost turned silent and all eyes were on the young lady who had just come through the opening. Maya had outdone Franziskas expectations b y far, and looked like a true lady of high society in her light pink blazer with black trim and matching pleated skirt. And even though Edgeworth thought most o f the hats women wore to these polo games looked ludicrous, Maya wore her small, matching headpiece with such elegance that even with the black netting that sat just over her face like a widow, she looked like a vision of class. My god Franziska uttered in shock as Edgeworth rushed to Mayas side. How are you feeling? he whispered, taking her arm-in-arm and leading her over to t he table where Mrs Glastonbury sat. Nervous as hell. She replied as quietly as she could, as everyone in the tent was watching them intently. Miles Edgeworth! An annoying, worn-out, overly posh voice almost wailed over the c hatter of the tent. Ah, Mrs Glastonbury, you look absolutely striking this afternoon. He said, taking her hand and kissing it despite the cold sweat he had broken into. My, it has been a while since I last saw you! she laughed. And who is this enchanti ng lady with you? she asked. I do believe the entire tent is asking the same thing . This, he began, gesturing to Maya. Is Ms Maya Fey. Maya graciously gave a shallow bow of her head in recognition. How do you do? she asked. Oh, Miles, do take a seat at our table. Im sure I am not the only one here who is dying to get to know Ms Fey a little better. Edgeworth pulled out one of the spare chairs at the table for Maya. This was goo d. This was going great. She liked Maya enough to want to sit with her. Ms Fey, I must introduce you to my friends, Mrs Glastonbury began as Edgeworth too k a seat himself. This is Mr Graham, and his wife, Mrs Graham. She began, gesturin g to a couple next to her. How do you do? Maya asked. And this, she said, gesturing to a young woman next to them. Is Miss Geraldine Hope , currently the director of neurosurgery at the Sacred Heart Hospital. How do you do? And this fine young man next to her is Mr Godot, one of Miles colleagues, I do bel

ieve. Edgeworth almost leapt back. He had been there the entire time?! How in gods name did he miss him of all people?! And what was he doing sitting here? Yes, I do work with Mr Godot although this is one of the last places I expected to meet him Godot, who had been quietly smirking at the two the whole time, took a sip of hi s coffee. Well, Mrs Glastonbury here was the victim in a robbery a month or so ag o, and I was lucky enough to prosecute for this fine lady do you know she has dra nk a cup of coffee on every continent? Now that is a feat. Oh, Mr Godot! she laughed, flicking her wrist. Do stop! Edgeworth glanced to Maya, who seemed as surprised as he was to see Godot, altho ugh truth be told she was probably containing it a lot better than he was. This was not good. Everything was going so well and now it was over. Surely he would blow their cover, knowing how much he would probably want to see Phoenix suffer if they lost. I am afraid I havent met this lovely lady, though. He chuckled, placing his cup dow n and taking Mayas hand, kissing the back of it. Its a pleasure. Miles stared at him in absolute horror and the cold sweat returned. What just ha ppened? Was he covering for them? He was supposed to be the enemy! How do you do? she replied, a little hesitant. She was probably as confused as Edge worth was. How are you, dear? Mrs Glastonbury asked, picking up some of the tension between E dgeworth and Godot and changing the subject. I am quite good, thankyou. Maya replied. And how is your health? Oh, I am quite fine! she laughed. Although, my nephew has come down with a terrible cold and is in hospital. Id love to go and visit him, but Im rather afraid I may catch it myself. A friend of mine once had such a cold. Maya began. He fell into a river in a terrib le accident in the middle of winter. Oh! Geraldine Hope gasped. Thats awful! Yes, I quite wished to visit him myself, but unfortunately I was unable to Oh, why is that, dear? Mrs Glastonbury asked. Miles took a deep breath. He couldnt let Maya explain to them about that case, ho w she had been trapped in a sacred cave for two days when she went there for spi ritual training. Why, that would open up a whole can of worms Uh, she was on a cruise at the time! Edgeworth interrupted. Between Finland and Rus sia at the time, isnt that right, Ms Fey? he asked, eyeing her sternly and hoping she would get the message. Oh! she chuckled, playing along. Yes, I was. And I just couldnt get back to the coun try in time. Yes, I once knew a man who fell into a river in the middle of winter. Godot smirke

d. Guy didnt have a brain to rub between two sticks what was his name? Spite? No no T rite? Wright. Maya corrected him. Edgeworths stomach dropped and so did Mayas when she rea lised shed slipped up. Yeah, that was it! Wright! Oh, how wonderful! Mrs Glastonbury clapped. How did you know that? Uh Mr Edgeworth told me about it. He just loves telling anecdotes such as that! she giggled. Edgeworth took a small sigh of relief. Maya was good at this. Im gonna go fetch a drink, Mrs Glastonbury, would you fancy a drop of anything? God ot asked, standing up. No, no, Im quite right, dear. Yes Edgeworth began, also rising from his seat. I think Ill join you, perhaps you wou ld like a champagne, Maya? That would be lovely. She replied.

What in gods name are you doing here?! Edgeworth snapped once the two were out of e arshot. Godot laughed. Exactly the same reason I told you before. Mrs Glastonbury is an old friend of mi ne, and its only natural shed want to invite a tall, dark, handsome man like me to enjoy an afternoon with her. The two arrived at the bar and ordered their drinks, before returning to their c onversation. Id ask you the same thing, but Ms Vonwhippingburg over there filled me in when she found out you were coming. Quite ballsy, if you ask me, risking so much on chan ging a person. Why didnt you blow our cover? he asked, not being able to wait any longer. A bit blunt of you, Edgeworth, he sighed. But I have my reasons. Like? Well, Im not gonna lie, at first I wanted to ruin it for you. I mean, the chance t o see you and Trite doing a waltz is almost too good to pass up. Then I thought about it for a while And? Everyone deserves a chance to change a second chance at life, if you will. Who am I of all people to deny Maya Fey a chance to become a new person? Yes that would be a tad hypocritical. That and well I dont think my Kitten would be too happy with me if I did something t o hurt her little sister.

I see, he sighed. Its because of Mia. Well, even then, I was still tempted to blow it certainly made her even cuter. When she sat down younger version of Kitten god, the resemblance s torturing me by dangling Kitten just out of my for you but I have to admit, youve at that table she looked like a is almost angering. Its like god i reach.

Godot went silent and Edgeworth noticed his knuckles going white as he gripped o nto the bench of the bar. Anyway, he snapped, breaking out of his thoughts. Its not fair on her. So I wont ruin your little bet, but Im not going to help you, either. The two picked up their drinks and head back over to the table. Thats all I ever a sked for. Edgeworth chuckled, smiling proudly.

Edgeworth had definitely underestimated Maya Fey, but not as much as Franziska h ad. He couldnt help but take a little pleasure in her horror filled face when she realised that Mayas somewhat bubbly, but now polished personality was going over well and practically the entire table had fallen in love with her aside from th em and Godot although he was taking a little more interest in Maya than Edgeworth was initially comfortable with. Well, little brother, Franziska whispered as she leant over to him. Im a little surp rised. Id be a little captivated by her myself if I hadnt met her prior to today. So, he asked, not being able to resist the opportunity. Do you think Detective Gums hoe will like the chicken or beef more? Although I always did see him as a pork man myself

Shut up! she hissed. Its not over yet. Shes just like witness, she cant hold it up fo ever. I prepare my witnesses quite well, thankyou very much. Yes, well, your record says otherwise. Your win record, Franziska, is far from perfect he retorted. Well, Mrs Glastonbury announced, standing up from her table. I do believe the match is close to finished, and I would rather love to see who is winning did you plac e a bet, Ms Fey? Maya stared curiously at the woman and shook her head. I dont believe I understand We didnt have time. Edgeworth cut in. I had an emergency that caused us to be a litt le late, and as a result the betting booths where closed when we arrived. Oh, well thats a shame, it really does make polo all the more exciting. Polo is the kind of game that isnt entertaining in the slightest without alcohol a nd gambling. Franziska sighed, crossing her arms. This made Mrs Glastonbury laugh , her favouritism towards Franziska shining through as she did so. Ah, Franziska, you remind me so much of your father! she chuckled. His hilarious bi tter sense of humour must be in the blood. I cant even begin to fathom why on ear th you arent married yet actually

Mrs Glastonbury gently grabbed Godot by the arm and brought him to her side. I do believe that Mr Godot here is eligible himself, I do believe you two would make a fine pair. Why, if I were only 20 years younger Id snatch him up myself! Oh, Mrs Glastonbury, Franziska sighed; obviously using all the restraint she had i n her body to not attack the woman. You truly are a woman who acts on a whim and does not care for moments of awkwardness. Godot, on the other hand, chose to ignore the fact that an old social climber ha d just tried to set him up with Franziska Von Karma and directed his attention t o Maya, who was trying her best not to burst into laughter. Dont worry, Ms Fey, he said, reaching into his pocket and retrieving his wallet. He opened it and removed a ticket, handing it to the girl who was trying to count the almost infinite number of credit cards and frequent-sipper-cards he had in t here. I made two bets. One on each team. One on each team? Edgeworth asked. That defeats the purpose of gambling at all. Well, I like to make sure theres a positive outcome to my day seeing as its a close game, its just the same as if youd made the bet yourself. He placed the wallet back in his back pocket as Maya read the ticket. If she wan ted to win anything, then the West Coast Polo Team had to win. As the table walk ed over to the side of the tent facing the grounds, she gazed through the clear Perspex and tried to figure out how this game was played. It took a few minutes of watching the horses gallop from one side of the field to the other, but event ually she got it. Hocky on horses, she thought to herself. Okay, I get it I think. She watched as the pink-clad team fought her team in their red uniforms for the ball, their horses thrashing into eachother as the sound of their hooves hitting the grass below made a somewhat hauntingly beautiful sound. She tried to figure out how they could stay on their horses so firmly, as the beasts clashed all ar ound the place, whinnying when they felt an odd or out of place jab. The ball es caped from the forest of hooves and rolled across the field, the galloping horse s not far behind, their handlers reaching out with their bats, hoping to hit the ball onto their respective side of the field. She felt her heart sink when she gazed up at the scoreboard. There was 20 second s left to the game. All her team needed was one more goal, and the ball was midfield. It could go either way as she bit her lip and held her breath. Come on she whispered, watching the battle between the teams, the horses hooves wea ving in and out with eachother as if they were doing a tango. Come on she muttered, a little louder, not taking her eyes off the ball Ten seconds left Come on. Five four COME ON, JUST HIT THE BALL ALREADY! As the siren sounded for the end of the game, one sounded inside Mayas head when she realised everyone was staring at her. It wasnt just the end of the match; it was the end of the outing for her.

Youre just lucky Mrs Glastonbury is very gullible. Edgeworth announced the next day after a trip to the tailors as the two entered the door of his home, a still hum iliated Maya stopping in the hall and staring at him curiously. What do you mean? I told her youd had a few too many champagnes, and because you dont often drink you accidentally overestimated the amount you could hold. WHAT?! she asked. But I didnt even have anything to drink! Well, Mrs Glastonbury isnt exactly the most observant woman she seemed to buy it. What if she didnt really? Then well just have to hope shes more forgiving than I initially thought. She began to head up the staircase before she stopped and looked down at the man , who had been watching her as she ascended. Look, Mr Edgeworth Theres no need to apologise. He interrupted. The damage wasnt exactly irreversible. B esides, Im impressed with how you handled our unexpected encounter with Godot hes n ot going to blow our cover, by the way. Maya smiled and leant against the handrail as she unpinned her hat. I knew he wou ldnt hes much more of a gentleman than most people think he is. Yes, well, maybe if youre a woman Maya opened her mouth to protest as she fidgeted with the last of the hairpins w hen the doorbell rang, echoing through the entrance hall. She watched from the s tairs as Edgeworth opened the door and was greeted by a rather exhausted looking Gumshoe. Uh, can I come in, Pal? he asked. Detective, what on earth are you here for? he asked. Did someone die? Uh, its not that, pal say, is Maya home? As Edgeworth tried to figure out what Gumshoe wanted to see Maya about, he notic ed something in the Detective hands that set off an alarm in his head. Gumshoe h eld in one hand a bouquet of daisies, which had gone a little soft, presumably f rom walking in the rain. Edgeworth turned to Maya, who was still at the top of t he stairs. Maya go to your room for a moment he asked. The Detective and I have some things to d iscuss.

Why in gods name did you bring Maya flowers? Edgeworth asked, crossing his arms and eyeing the soggy detective on the couch opposite to him in the living room. Well, pal I uh I um he mumbled, blushing a little and averting his hound-dog eyes fro m Edgeworth. I uh wanted to erm uh Spit it out. He ordered. Im sure you have some instant noodles to cook.

Gumshoe took a deep breath and closed his eyes, looking as if he was bracing him self for a slap. IWASHOPINGMAYAWOULDGOTOTHEBALLWITHME! He opened one eye and prepared for violence, but Edgeworth only stared at him wi th a confused expression. Slow down, Detective. Gumshoe took a sigh and slouched over, leaning his elbows on his knees and stari ng at the coffee table. I was uh hoping to ask Maya to go to the Policemans ball wi th me. A strong silence sat in the room as Edgeworth stared down Gumshoe. Excuse me? I well you heard me, sir. Thats why I got the flowers. What on earth possessed you to do that now of all the times to do it? he asked. Im t rying to do something constructive with the girl here, couldnt you have asked her out at Wrights birthday party last month? And what about that girl uh Maggey? I th ought you were seeing her.

Maggey cant go he sighed, looking utterly crushed. Her brothers getting married in Ta wan and shes flying over there to be bridesmaid. Anyway, its not like that! he said, getting a little louder in his panic. I swear! Then why? Well he laughed. I uh well, hey, who wouldnt want to go with Maya to the ball, huh? What on earth do you mean? Shes the talk of the precinct, pal! The Mystery Prosecutor who Prosecutor Edgewort h has been seen with! She looked really gorgeous yesterday at that polo match, s ir. Edgeworth paused and stared at Gumshoe, who had relaxed a little but was still b lushing furiously. Detective very few people knew about the Polo yesterday how do t he others at the precinct know? Oh yeah! he laughed, reaching into his inside pocket and removing a folded-up goss ip magazine article. One of the guys at the precinct bought this on his way to wo rk this morning. He said, handing it to Edgeworth. He took one look at the picture during lunch, spat his drink all over the place and went WOAH! Look at Edgeworths new squeeze! That was before he read the article, of course, because it says the y got confirmation you arent romantically linked and that shes single, so now all the guys at the precinct without a date well lets just say youre gonna have a lot mo re people show up and ask for Maya, pal. Edgeworth stared at the article, gob smacked. He knew this magazine, The Daily Z OMG, infact, he was all too familiar with it after he almost sued the writers fo r suggesting him and Wright had been having an affair. They made a public apolog y in the magazine the next day, of course but he was beyond amazed that even with all the measures he had taken, they still managed to get a full, glossy, clearas-day shot of Maya and him, side-by-side. My god he stuttered.

Yeah, pal, its actually not a bad article. Edgeworth began to read over the article with more care, not skipping lines and picking up keywords this time like the first time hed tried to read it. Mystery Prosecutor Wows High Society! Those who were lucky enough to gain access to the VIP tent at yesterdays polo mat ch where greeted to an extra surprise care of Prosecutor Edgeworth. A beautiful young woman, who at this point we can only identify as a newcomer to the prosecu tors office, wowed and captivated the members of high society sitting at Mrs Glas tonburys exclusive table. Impressive! No details have yet emerged about this womans identity, but heres what we at The D aily ZOMG can tell you; shes a prosecutor, and she is currently staying with the ever-so-famous Prosecuting dream-boat, Miles Edgeworth. Unbelievable! But dont fret, Edgeworth fangirls! Although it was speculated that the two are an item, a source, who cannot be named or else they wont be a source anymore, has g iven us confirmation that the two are both still unattached. Rejoice! However, the mystery still remains, who is this woman, and why is she currently living with Prosecutor Edgeworth? And more importantly, where did she get that o utfit? Undoubtedly one of the best, if not the very best dressed on the field th at day, this dazzling unmarried princess has the looks, the brains, and the bubb ly personality that have us, and a lot of other people just dying to know more a bout her. Juicy! But never fear, gossip gang! If our prosecuting-princess is to live up to the im pression she made on the world yesterday, then no doubt well finally be introduce d to her, a little more formally, at the annual Policemans Ball. Exciting! Edgeworth looked up from the article, a look for utter disgust etched into his f ace. What is this dribble? he asked. Im not a dream-boat! Oh come on, sir, I always knew you had a way with the ladies! Gumshoe laughed. Edg eworth, however, was not amused. They mention a sauce, who on earth was it? he asked, now trying to guess who would sell a story to a gossip magazine of all people. Gumshoe shrugged. I dunno, Pal. But hey, its not like its a bad article or anything. And at least you know youre doing something right, hey? Edgeworth shook his head and sighed, placing the article on the coffee table. I s uppose theres no way to sue over this, either its hardly incriminating Anything but! Gumshoe chuckled, puffing out his chest. Now the whole world wants a day with Maya! Ah, yes, Edgeworth began, noticing the soggy flowers. You mentioned more people wou ld be asking to take her to the ball? Yeah, pal, Gumshoe replied, looking a little nervous that hed have to compete with anyone. I told the boss that my mom was sick so I could get out of work early and get here first. How many can I expect? he asked, ignoring Gumshoes lack of ethics. Well theres Frank, Tony, George, Rick, Bobby, Dean, Jennifer

Jennifer? he asked. Well, you know, she wasnt sure if Maya bent that way or not but she wanted to give it a try, anyway. Then theres Dave, Rick, Skinny Jim, Fred, Barney, Harvey actual ly, pretty much everyone who doesnt have a date. Edgeworth sighed and put his palm to his face. What the hell was he This could prove to be a serious distraction for Maya. Young women at with boys, right? They got one taste of affection and their head louds for the next month or at least thats what hed been lead to ke Edgeworth had much experience in that area. going to do? were like th was in the c believe, its not li

So what are you gonna do? he asked, bringing Edgeworth back to reality. Let her decide, of course. He announced. I will accept the gifts and such on behalf of the suitors, and I will let her decide. What? he asked. But that means shell never choose me especially over Frank, I mean th at guys a Jazz singer hell probably ask her in song or Skinny Jim will ask her in mo dern interpretive dance. You may have more of a chance than you think, detective. I wont be letting them me et her. What?! Why? Well, it will distract her. The girl has enough on her mind, I do admit I am putt ing her through a boot camp of manners. Oh, I see, so that way when someone really pathetic shows up she wont spend all he r time choosing between the pity date or the good looking one. Yes something like that. Well uh can I see her? he asked, puffing out his chest once more and grinning. Sorry. With that, Gumshoe went back to his slouch and sighed. Infact, if Edgeworth didnt know any better he would have thought Gumshoe was about to cry. I will, however, give her the flowers and give her your best wishes.

HE WHAT?! Maya exclaimed, holding the soggy flowers in her arms and staring at Edg eworth like a madman. You heard correctly. He stopped by about five minutes ago, and he would like you to accompany him to the ball. Youre joking, right?! Maya asked, so shocked that for a moment Edgeworth thought th e panic had totally reversed her newfound ladylikeness. Let me go talk to him! He just left, Maya. Edgeworth said as she turned for the door to the hall. But he just asked me on a date practically! MAGGEY IS NOT GONNA BE HAPPY! Well, some men will do crazy things for a beautiful woman. Besides, hes the first of many, apparently.

Maya almost dropped the flowers there and then. What? Well, because of the Magazine article I showed you before, apparently everyone wi thout a date for a ball is coming this way with flowers in their hand and hope i n their hearts. Complete strangers? she asked. Ew You wont have to meet them, dont worry. I will take their gifts and pass on their m essages for you. You can choose who you wish to go with, of course. Anyone you l ike. Maya paused and thought hard for a moment before giggling. Well, thats easy. I wan na go with- Anyone but Wright. He interrupted, seeing it a mile away. I will not allow it, Im in troducing you to high society as a lady, not as Wrights slightly unbalanced date. Maya sighed. You know me too well, huh? Edgeworth nodded as the doorbell rang through the house again. He checked his wa tch whoever was first in this line of suitors was earlier than he had expected.

SIR! I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THE MYSTERY PROSECUTOR TO THE BALL, SIR! Meekins, put that bloody thing down, youre going to get me fined for noise polluti on give me those flowers. Meekins, who was shaking horrendously and was a shade of white, handed over the bouquet. They have a card attached, yes? Edgeworth asked. Meekins nodded and raised the meg aphone, but Edgeworth put his hand on it before he could respond. Ill take that as a yes. I will pass on you message to her, she is currently in the bathtub. If she accepts I know how to contact you. Goodnight. With that, Edgeworth slammed the door and began to head for the stairs, only to be interrupted by the doorbell once more. He flung the flowers on the table next to the door and opened the doorway. Meekins, I thought I told you to Edgeworth stopped himself when he realised the man at the door this time wasnt Me ekins, but rather, Gumshoe again, this time with a teddy bear in his hand. Hey, Pal, I traded the last of my bus money to get this spot in line, because I g ot this really great gift for her and- Line? Edgeworth interrupted. Theres a line? Yeah, just look! Edgeworth peered outside and instantly saw and almost endless line of people, mo st with gifts, outside his gate and trailing around the block. Amongst the chatt ering he could hear a guitar being tuned, someone vocalising, and Meekins shouti ng I DID IT! I DID IT WITHOUT PUKING! through his megaphone.

Detective, get in here now. What? Why, pal? I will personally drive you home if you get in here now. Im going to need a hand w ith all these flowers. With that, he pulled the detective inside and practically threw Meekins flowers at him. Take those to Mayas room, and tell her to stay in her room and not come out. Now. He must have sounded overly stern, because Gumshoe almost ran up the stairs. Whe n Edgeworth turned around to face the rest of the line, the next suitor had alre ady taken his place in front of the door. Well, arent you a feisty doggie, treating the good rustler like that? When Edgeworth finally came to terms with the fact that Jake Marshall was on his doorstep, cactus in hand, he knew he was in way too deep. What on earth are you doing here, of all people, Detective Marshall? he asked. Ive come to ask for the Smiling Madonna thats been the talk of this cattle run. He s mirked. I even bought her a genuine Texan cactus. Edgeworth gingerly took the cactus and placed it on the table, being careful to not touch the plant itself. Dont you usually have a girlfriend? Why just last week you picked up one of my witnesses from court. Im a lone wolf we go where our hearts take us, and Ive been riding on an empty path. But I saw a picture of your bambina and it was like someone done shot me in the chest. Yes, well, shes busy at the moment, Ill let her know you came. Well, make sure you do, because until you been on the firing range with me, he sto pped to point at Edgeworth and wink. You been shooting blanks. Edgeworth raised his eyebrow as Jake Marshall left, his poncho fluttering in the breeze. That was both the most disturbing and confusing thing he had ever heard in his life. Well that hadnt come out of Wrights mouth, anyway.

A few hours later, Edgeworth slammed the door and gave a sigh of relief. He was lucky to have Gumshoe helping him out or else he would have been swimming in flo wers. And after that interpretive dance Skinny Jim put him through, he never wan ted to see another leotard again. He had truly seen some unholy things that nigh t. But regardless, he was glad it was all over for now. The floral scents as he hea d up to Mayas room became stronger with every step. When he opened her door, Maya sat on her bed, looking longingly at the doorway. Edgeworth could literally not see the floor.

Id make you a path but I cant. she said. It was either do this or sleep on the floor. I see he sighed, carefully stepping over gift after gift.

Oh, and be careful, Detective Marshalls cactus is around here somewhere So, Maya, he asked. Have you made your decision yet? Well she sighed, laying down and staring at the ceiling. It just doesnt feel right. What do you mean? he asked. Its only a ball. Yeah, but this is ultimately the first time Ive ever actually been on a date with someone, let alone to a ball. It wouldnt feel right if I went with someone I didnt know that well. What about Detective Gumshoe? he asked. He seemed very keen, and you know him very well. I dont think Maggey would be too happy. Thats not why hes asking you. Hed just be proud to be seen with you. Edgeworth explai ned, hoping shed feel flattered. Deep down, Edgeworth really did feel sorry for t he poor man sometimes. As sweet as that is, and as flattered as I am, I just cant do it. I think Id like t o go without a date. Edgeworth shrugged. That had, after all, been the original plan, and he could im agine having her name alone announced would have much more of an impact. Well, I see no issue with that I dont know how Ill be able to break it to the detect ive, though. He can have the first dance. She laughed, cuddling the teddy bear hed given her. I r ather like Gummy-Bear.

Maya, Edgeworth called, knocking on her door. Its time to work on your legal termino logy. The door cracked open a little and Maya stuck her head out. I just had the best i dea! she laughed. Wait right here, I will be a legal genius in a matter of seconds ! She shut the door again, locking it with a click and leaving the bewildered pros ecutor standing there, wondering what on earth she was doing. There where a few whispers, then silence, before the door swung open again. Maya wasnt on the other side, but her sister was. Mia? he asked, a little shocked to see the eldest Fey sister in the same outfit as Maya had just been wearing. Then he recalled the whole spirit channelling busines s, and the pieces of the puzzle came together. Im really sorry about this, Mia groaned, tugging on the dress, which was, as with t he rest of Mayas clothes, too small around the bust. But she insisted we try Well, yes, I can certainly see what she was getting at. When I said Id help her I meant Id write her some notes on legal terms not do the en tire thing for her. She groaned, seemingly as annoyed as Edgeworth. Hmm indeed, we cant have her channelling you in the middle of the policemans ball. He

sighed. Its not exactly like you two look well, the difference between you two wou ld be highly noticeable. He said, choosing his words very carefully to avoid just bluntly pointing out that people would notice if Maya suddenly went from a B cu p to a Double-D. Yes, Id rather have my sister remembered for her elegance and not the rack she spo uted during the foxtrot. Mia laughed, catching Edgeworth totally off guard. And I dont want to put Diego in the moral dilemma of wether or not to have sex with me in my younger sisters body not that he hasnt tried, though Please, Mia, Edgeworth cut in, trying very hard to do away with the scarring menta l images. I enjoyed my breakfast, Id like to keep it. Mia laughed. Sorry, its not often I get to tease other people anymore. Ill go but be fore I do, I have some advice about what her dress for the ball She leant in and whispered into his ear. Phoenix likes girls in pink, and Maya lo oks great in it but make sure its a light pink or else shell look pale as a corpse, oh! And avoid feathers at all costs. They may be fashionable but theyre embarras sing when you look back on it. And for the love of all that is holy make sure sh e brushes her teeth, and make sure she drinks at least one glass of milk, and- Mia. He interrupted. She realised shed gone off on a rant and laughed. Sorry. I tell Phoenix this stuff but he doesnt listen, I was hoping you might be a ble to save her a trip to the dentist or two Ill go now. But remember what I said. Goodbye, Mia. He sighed as she backed into the room and shut the door. Edgeworth t hought about what she said and took a mental note; light pink dress, no feathers , oral hygiene, milk, Wright likes pink. He stopped himself for a moment. What w as that Wright comment all about anyway? Maya returned and laughed, clapping her hands together. Well? she asked. What do yo u think? Edgeworth sniffed the air and raised his eyebrow. I think your sister was right. Go and brush your teeth, please.

Grapefruit was a favourite of Edgeworths. At the risk of sounding a little odot, it was a lot like life. To the very core it was bitter, if you jabbed ard at it, it could spray into your eye and cause much unnecessary pain and ering. But if you went to the effort of adding enough sugar, it was quite a sant experience.

So, he sat and enjoyed his grapefruit, the scent of the remaining flowers that M aya had received from suitors wafting through the dining room. For the first tim e in weeks it wasnt raining, in fact, it was actually rather sunny outside and he was debating taking Pess for a walk. Perhaps it was global warming taking its to ll, the El Nino effect, or possibly god smiling down at him and congratulating h im for his win with Maya. Mr Edgeworth? a voice quietly asked him from the doorway, bringing his attention a way from his breakfast and towards Maya. He took pleasure in the progress hed mad e, even in her pyjamas she seemed much more dignified than ever before. Yes, Maya? he asked. Uh well I was thinking the policemens ball involves dancing, yes?

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Why yes, he replied, nodding his head. I cant imagine such a formal affair would be complete without Godot and Detective Marshalls usual contest to see who can dance with the most girls. In fact, I cant imagine the Ball without a waltz at all. Wh y do you ask? Well she sighed, blushing a little. I I dont exactly know how to dance. Edgeworth slouched over, very unimpressed. You dont? Not the way youd expect. Perhaps Edgeworth was wrong. God hadnt been smiling down at him but rather lullin g him into a false sense of security before ripping his heart out. Not only had the sugar on his grapefruit by now turned into a syrup, but he would have to giv e Maya dance lessons.

Look, Detective, Edgeworth sighed. You can do this, just as we rehearsed. Edgeworth, in a slight moment of naivety, had called on Gumshoe to assist in the lessons. He figured the man would be a fine enough partner for Maya, and seeing as she was going to grant him the first dance of the night it may even ease thi ngs for the girl. However, there was one major setback; Gumshoe couldnt dance eit her, apparently. In fact, it seemed the man had trouble standing properly as the two couldnt even seem to get their position correct. Okay, pal he replied nervously, stepping towards Maya gingerly. Alright he mumbled to himself. Take her hand With a little hesitation, he took Mayas hand and held it to their side. And put your other hand on her waist More hesitant than he had been before with her hand, Gumshoe slowly put his hand on her waist and blushed furiously, while Maya nonchalantly placed her free han d on his shoulder. See? Edgeworth chuckled. You cannot get a girl pregnant from touching her waist. Mr Edgeworth! she snapped. Hes just a gentlemen. Indeed well, lets see how the good gentlemen fairs with music. Edgeworth pressed play on his stereo, and the room filled with a beautiful waltz . For a moment, Maya and Gumshoe just looked around, completely lost as to what to do, but after that they seemed to at least attempt the movements. One two, three One Two, three Edgeworth began to count over the music in the hope it ould help. Maya seemed to have the footwork grasped, Gumshoe on the other hand w as starting to look somewhat like a robot made out of bricks. Although a robot m ade of bricks may have been a little more graceful on their feet than the detect ive, who seemed to be tripping and stumbling more than was hoped despite not tak ing his eyes off his feet. The final straw came, however, when Gumshoe took a final trip and flew over Edge worths coffee table, smashing a vase in the process. Edgeworth switched off the m usic and gave a heavy sigh of defeat. Detective he moaned. Gumshoe blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

Sorry, sir, Ill uh go clean that up, sir he chuckled. The brush and pan is in the kitchen. Edgeworth replied as Gumshoe left the room. M aya gave a sigh and shook her head. This seems hopeless. Yes well Not having any other options, Edgeworth turned the music back on and stepped tow ards Maya. What?! Mr Edgeworth, I really hope you arent going to- Come, now. He sighed, taking her hand and placing his free one around her waist. If Wright can learn how to defend someone in a court of law then you can learn to dance. And one two, three One two, three Edgeworth instantly saw an improvement. Although blushing furiously, Maya seemed to be having no problems following his lead, which was, after all, all she had to do. Even when he decided to up-the-ante and try to manoeuvre around the room in a larger circle, she gracefully followed, even without his counting. This gir l had an unexpected sense of rhythm. As the song came to a close and began to fade away, the two could hear a small a pplause coming from the doorway. There stood the good detective, throwing his hu ge dirty hands together, while Pearl stood next to him, giggling and clapping ex citedly. Pearl?! Maya exclaimed, almost throwing herself off Edgeworth when she realised he r younger cousin had seen the entire thing. What are you doing here?!

Oh Mystic Maya! Pearl giggled. I came to see how you are youre so graceful Mr Edgewor h, will you teach me how to do that? she asked, putting her hands to her tiny fac e and blushing. Maya couldnt help but giggle when she noticed that the man who wa s constantly bringing the hardest of criminals to tears was having a hard time c ommunicating with a small child, so she eventually decided to step in, grabbing her cousins hand. Come on, Pearly, she began. Ill tell you all about it in my room, Mr Edgeworth has t o clean up that broken glass.

So Mr Nick is okay with you staying with Mr Edgeworth? Pearl asked, seeming a littl e surprised. Yes, Pearly, Nicks fine with it. He didnt seem so happy when I came to his office Oh? Maya asked, sitting next to her cousin on her bed as she removed a chocolate f rom one of the boxes she had received as a gift. Pearl wiped some chocolate from the sides of her mouth. Yeah. I asked him where y ou were and he said in this really grumpy voice

She stopped and cleared her throat, and made an angry face, before doing her Pho enix impersonation (which was essentially putting on a lower voice.) Shes with Edg eworth right now, learning how to be a snob or something. You can go visit if yo u can make your way through the thick air of pompousness that surrounds his hous e. Although she laughed, Maya couldnt help but feel a little disheartened, and was s oon off on a tangent. He said that?! But Im not learning how to be a snob! Im learn ing how to be a member of society, how to be polite and well groomed and a pleas ure to be with. I didnt see him doing that for me! You dont think Im a snob, do you , Pearly? She shook her head. I think youre really charming now. She giggled. Like a princess from the Childrens Musical Theatre program on TV. Aww, Pearly, you always cheer me up! Mystic Maya Pearl asked. What is living with Mr Edgeworth like, anyway? Well Maya paused. Living with Edgeworth had both its pros and cons to it. For examp le, it was certainly cleaner than Phoenixs house, but that just meant it was hard er to not make a mess of things. Edgeworth had been teaching her a lot, and he w as a really good cook, but he was also really strict and didnt let her watch Pink Princess or Nickel Samurai re-runs. Its nice to have someone to teach me new things. Like dancing? Pearl asked, now practically jumping on the bed. Whats it like to danc e? Is Mr Edgeworth a good dancer? Why so many questions about Mr Edgeworth, Pearl? Maya chuckled. Does someone have a little crush

Pearl stopped completely and although blushing, stared down her cousin with a fi erce look that reminded Maya of Morgan Fey. Well no he hes he just reminds me of a pr nce, thats all! I read about one who wore a pink cape once and uh Oh, Pearl! Maya laughed, reaching out and stroking her hair. But anyway! What was it like dancing with Mr Edgeworth? Was it like dancing with a prince? Maya smiled and looked out the window to where the sun had already began to set. I could have danced all night.

Edgeworth nervously placed his phone back onto the cradle. What on earth was wro ng with him? Did he honestly have that little trust in Maya to choose a nice dre ss for the ball? He leant back into his chair and went over his actions furiousl y. Waiting until the day before the policemens ball was no doubt a horrible, horribl e idea, but he didnt exactly relish the idea of taking Maya dress shopping, eithe r, so he had ended up putting it off until the last minute. And as a consequence he had done something rather brash that was probably for the better albeit hard to explain. There was a buzz on his phone, and he picked up the receiver and placed it to hi s ear hesitantly.

Yes? he asked. Mr Edgeworth, His receptionist began, exhaling heavily with each word and sounding as if she would rather be driving knifes into her eyes. Phoenix Wright is on the line, should I transfer him through? He frowned and paused momentarily. What was Wright calling about? No wonder to c heck up on Maya but perhaps it was time to grant him a favour. Yes, yes, put him through. There was a click followed by a beep. What is it, Wright? he sighed. I just got a call from Iris is she is she really on early probation? He rolled his eyes. Yes, Wright, I needed her assistance on a few matters so I pu lled a few strings. I had her granted early parole on the grounds of good behavi our this morning. What the hell do you need help with?! he exclaimed, loud enough for Edgeworth to p ut a bit of space between the phone and his ear. Are you dying or something?! Im perfectly fine I just I just You just what? he asked, a serious tone to his voice. Edgeworth realised he was in a tight spot now. He could either own up or make something up as this no doubt sounded suspicious, and he didnt want to send off too many alarms with Wright. He had a thing for Iris, right? If you must know, Im having her help Maya choose a dress for tomorrow night. There was a silence obviously Wright had expected something much different. Oh. Well? Was that all? No! Wait! Wright stuttered. Why didnt you take her? I have this thing called work, Wright. That thing people tend to do instead of ca lling rather talented prosecutors to waste their time. Oh, hah. Very funny. You should be a comedian what kind of amazingly expensive sto re did you send them to? Nice try, Wright. Edgeworth laughed. Im not telling you. You can surely wait one mor e night oh, and before you get any ideas, dont call Iris. Shes on orders not to let you know anything. You threatened to send her back to jail?! No, actually, all I had to do was ask politely and she began to swoon over how rom antic this whole fiasco is. Wright gave a heavy sigh, making his disappointment apparent. Fine Ill go, then. Its one more night, then shes all yours again. Try to push through it, alright, lit tle champion?

Yeah, he scoffed. See you tomorrow. He hung up and Edgeworth couldnt help but smirk a little at the defence attorneys lack of patience. He knew the two had been through a lot, but even he was surpri sed by how clingy Wright had become over a few weeks. He glanced at his clock, and wondered how the dress shopping was going. --Are you ready yet? Iris called, watching as Pearl stared in awe at the glass cabin et filled with all kinds of expensive jewels, on her tiptoes so that her line of sight was somewhere between the ruby broaches and the diamond tiaras. Almost! Maya called back from the dressing room, sounding a little puffed out from adjusting all the dresses. Iris wriggled around to get comfortable on the leather recliner the store provid ed for people waiting or as one of the sales staff had referred to it: the man se at. She didnt know very much about high fashion, but looking around at the promot ional photographs in the boutique she could gather her usual choice of outfit wa snt exactly one youd be seeing in Vouge anytime soon. The store itself was incredibly pricey, and Iris called Mr Edgeworth to make sur e it was the correct place. But the Omelette Du Fromage was indeed the place he had set up an account, and he did know in advance of the value of the dresses. She watched as one of the sales staff walked by, teetering around in her giant h igh heels as she clicked her way into the back room. Iris had never in her life seen someone that thin who wasnt incredibly sickly. In fact, Pearl was so shocked by the size of some of the staff that she wanted to go buy some noodles for the m. Although Iris couldnt understand why anyone would willingly become so thin, sh e did know that they certainly werent poor from the price of the merchandise. Noone selling a $7,900 pair of pantyhose was too poor to buy food. But she supposed Mr Edgeworth knew what he was doing, in fact, he always seemed to know what he was doing. So, despite that hed made the odd request of choosing something in pink, Iris put her faith in him, although she began to have her dou bts when Maya had to try nine different dresses before she could find something that would fit her. How is it fitting? Iris asked. She heard a thump, probably from Maya stumbling aga inst the fitting room wall. Not as tight as the last one if I can just get this zip up I think it might fit Do you want me to come in and help? Iris asked. Iris stood up to assist her cousin when she felt a hand on her shoulder pushing her back into the seat. One of the sales women had intervened. Dont worry, we have a special procedure for this. She reassured her, before crossin g her arms and shouting through the store. HEY! Celina! We need the zip-claw in f itting room one! As quickly as Iris had been pushed back into her seat, another young sales women buzzed past, a long, very thin metal rod in her hands, thinner than a coat hang er, with a small claw on the end. Without even knocking she burst into Mayas fitt ing room. After a few of Mayas cries of confusion, Iris heard a zip before the wo

man burst back out and scuttled back to wherever in the store she was stationed. The door of the change room creaked open and with a graceful strut, Maya appeare d before Iris and the many mirrors surrounding the fitting platform. What do you think? Maya asked, twirling around and causing the dress to swish abou t. Iris placed her hand to her mouth and smiled. Oh Mystic Maya she sighed. You look you look beautiful. Pearl, who had finally managed to tear herself away from the cabinet of sparklin g jewels, put her hands to her cheeks and even went as far to blush in awe at he r cousin. Mystic Maya! she exclaimed. You look wonderful! Do you think so, Pearly? Maya asked, standing with her back to the mirror and view ing the back of the dress. Well Iris began. It looks like it fits perfectly and the colouring suits you so well ut whats most important is do you like it? Maya paused and gazed into the mirror. She certainly had come a long, long way f rom the girl she was when Edgeworth had found her on the street selling Magatama s. The dress was a perfect fit indeed, and Iris had been right about the colouri ng, and as she moved about the way the fabrics flowed and gathered with each ste p was so beautiful it was almost surreal. Not to mention the way the neckline br ought out her slender shoulders and her collar-bones, and how the dresss detail c aught the light This is the dress.

Are you sure you dont want to come with me? Edgeworth asked from the other side of Mayas door. Im leaving early as it is, I could probably forgo stopping at the bank. Mr Edgeworth, I assure you, Her voice replied from the other side. I will be fine w ith the transport you have provided. Youre worrying too much. He gave a sigh and nodded. Perhaps he was being a tiny bit overly anxious, but a fter all the work he had put into this he wanted to make sure 100% that Maya wou ld make it to the ball unscathed. Yes well uh are you decent? He heard her giggle. Just a second. He could hear her rummaging around her room before she eventually opened the doo r, donning a bath-robe with her hair tied up to keep it out of her face while sh e applied her makeup. What is it? she asked. If youre going to ask me how you look, you look very sharp. He shook his head and reached into his jacket, removing a medium sized, velvet c overed box. I uh I have something for you to wear. He began, opening the box to reveal a astoni shingly expensive looking necklace and earring set. The necklace had to have eve ry diamond known to man attached to the silver, and the matching earrings had to

be worth a house alone. Maya gasped and stood back, her hand over her heart in pure shock. Mr Edgeworth Now, now, calm down, theyre only on loan. He corrected her. Why exactly hed gone to the effort of loaning out a $800,000 set he wasnt quite sure, but the look on her face was somewhat satisfying. Im not entirely sure if theyll match what youre wearing She shook her head and gently took the box, not taking her eyes off them once. Oh , no, no, theyll match perfectly oh my why did you why did you go to this effort? The national manager of Tiffanys owed me a favour besides, they do this all the tim e for celebrities, think of it as advertising. Youre modelling an $800,000 piece. This was a lie, of course. Although he did indeed call in a favour with that man ager, he had done so purely because he wanted Maya to look as marvellous as poss ible, he felt it would be wrong to not reward all of her efforts. Maya finally looked up from the box and at Edgeworth, who almost immediately not iced she was close to tears. Oh Mr Edgeworth how can I possibly thank you? By not crying and getting ready. He replied, bowing his head in acknowledgement. If youll excuse me, Ill be leaving now. He head down the hall to the stairs when something inside him caused him to stop . He turned around and without thinking called Good luck! Instantly he shook his head, not knowing what had come over him. But he shook it off and decided to continue on his way, and ignore the building up butterflies in his stomach.

The policemans ball seemed to get more and more extravagant every year. What had started off as a few drinks and some dancing back in the 1970s had slowly and su rely built up to a glamorous and over-the-top regal nightmare for Edgeworth, who , luckily, was used enough to such events. Every year whoever was in charge woul d try to outdo the year before luckily, however, once Damon Gant was off the forc e and therefore off the committee, they seemed to relax into a certain level of formality, albeit a rather high one. Edgeworth signed in and entered through the waiting lounge into the main doors o f the ballroom. Before he could even proceed down the stairs, however Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth! Edgeworth was rather hoping that the town crier would be done away with this yea r, but alas, there he was, being as loud and pompous as usual. Last year he had even refused a bribe to forgo announcing Edgeworth, and he could have sworn that this time he had caught him smirking as he announced the prosecutor to the enti re ball. Going a little red from embarrassment and hoping that one day hed be prosecuting that man, Edgeworth made his way down the giant grand staircase into the actual ballroom. In the centre, of course, were those dancing; Godot and Luke Marshal h ad taken up their annual who-can-dance-with-the-most-girls competition again and were glaring at each other from over their partners shoulders. Then of course th

ere was a sea of people just standing around talking to each other, most of them with drinks in hands. To the left there was the orchestra, who played on despit e a drunken forensic investigator trying to bribe the conductor to have them pla y Never Gonna Give You Up. And of course, to the very back of the great hall, behi nd even more people and behind all the tables of those dining and choosing to si t down, there was the bar. Deciding to find Franziska, Edgeworth decided there w as only one place she could be. She wasnt a dancer, she wasnt very social, and she rarely ate anything that she hadnt cooked herself. By process of elimination, Ed geworth made his way to the bar. Sure enough, she was there, leaning with her back against the bar and looking ou t to the sea of people, a cigarette in her hand as she shook her head in disgust . Foolish fools. Foolishly wasting their time like fools on such foolish acts of fo olery. Then what are you doing here, Franziska? Franziska snorted to acknowledge his presence as he took his place next to her. I am here to see you fail, Little Brother. Not because you might actually enjoy this event or anything How dare you insinuate that! she snapped, turning her head to him and giving him a fierce glare. Edgeworth smirked and looked her up and down. You look dashing tonight. Oh, this old thing? she asked, waving her cigarette around before taking a long, d eep drag. Its nothing, really. Just something I picked up from John Galliano. The dress was obviously not something she had just picked up. It was a deep, rich blue gown with a plunging neckline that managed to stop mid-torso without actual ly making her seem cheap, even though the gown was backless down to the small of her back. With what Edgeworth could assume was clever use of double-sided-tape, the draping fabric managed to bring out her curves as it clutched to her waist while overall slimming her down, not that she was unfit, though. Although the dr ess was floor-length and even had a small train at the back, she was standing in such a way that he could see her dainty, silver open-toed shoes peeking out fro m beneath, the shiny pleather reflecting the dim lighting around the bar. Around her wrist was a silver bracelet, thick enough to make her arms look tiny despit e the rather muscular tone they had gained from all her whipping. That, in combi nation with her beauty-mark and her cigarette gave her a very old-Hollywood glam our look, not unlike Jean Harlow. Im sure so how much money did you spend on it, Franziska? And be honest. Im sure I s pent more on Mayas. Oh only $10,000. She replied nonchalantly. Edgeworth stared at her curiously. You spent that much money on a dress? I know sometimes high fashion can be costly but that is ridiculous, especially for you! I had to have the perfect dress. She snapped, watching the people chatter. Besides, I am going to continue my perfect win record of the best-dressed competition. H ow much did you waste on Maya Feys dress? Edgeworth remembered back to the receipt Maya had brought back. Oh about $12,000.

Hypocrite. Im not the one wholl end up paying for it. She threw another glare at him. Youre awfully smug. Dont get too comfortable, its on ly a matter of time before the girl slips up and youre doing a waltz with Phoenix Wright by candlelight. Before Edgeworth could make a reply, he felt a slap on his back that nearly knoc ked the wind out of him. Hey, Pal! a voice boomed, one that Edgeworth recognized immediately. Gumshoe. Gumshoe stood in front of the two, grinning eagerly and puffing out his chest pr oudly in what seemed to be a new suit. Is that a new suit? Edgeworth asked, a little curious to how a man who couldnt affo rd bus-fair could afford a suit. Maybe he had saved up? Sure is, pal! he replied proudly. Got it second hand from a funeral parlour! Edgeworth stared at him in horror. What? Well, this guy died in it, right, and he wasnt supposed to be buried in it so they put it up for sale. That is beyond revolting! Edgeworth exclaimed, leaning back a little. Gumshoe rais ed his eyebrow. I did get it dry-cleaned, sir. He began. My sister works at a dry-cleaning place an d did it for free. Im not that cheap Edgeworth, a little embarrassed by his reaction, straightened himself up and cle ared his throat, avoiding all eye contact with the detective. Well, yes I didnt thin k you would sink that that level. So uh is Maya here, yet, pal? he asked. Because Im not the only person looking forwar d to seeing her. Oh? Edgeworth asked. I presume Wright is anticipating her arrival? Yeah, pal, he began, not looking too happy on the subject. I havent seen him this do wn in ages. I mean, yeah, hes excited, but he must really, really miss her But I s till get first dance, right?! Franziska snorted. You are pathetic, scruffy. She hissed. Just when I thought you c ould not sink any lower. Gumshoe did not reply but rather stare at Franziska, his jaw wide open along wit h his eyes. Franziska raised her eyebrow and thinned her eyes. What is it? she asked. Well uh nothing Ms Von Karma, sir, you uh Spit it out! she barked. Its just you look really gorgeous tonight, sir!

Although Edgeworth initially expected Franziska to do some serious damage with h er cigarette, instead she took another drag before giving a long exhale. Now, scruffy, she began, opening her eyes and staring at the now frightened detect ive. I assume you think that was appropriate because we are in a more casual envi ronment. However, this is not the case. If you would care to open my purse you w ill see why. Gumshoe, being as petrified by her air of calm as he was, hesitantly took her sm all clutch-purse off the bar and clicked it open. Inside was a packet of cigaret tes, lipstick, a cell-phone, some money, and He dropped it to the floor and ran away as fast as he could, causing Franziska t o chuckle as Edgeworth picked it back up and handed it to her. Wow you certainly are more calm than usual. Thankyou. She replied, putting out her cigarette in the bars ash tray. My court-orde red therapist thinks I am, too. If you dont mind my asking what is in that tiny purse that could scare off the dete ctive? Franziska smiled at Edgeworth before opening the purse and removing a small, tub e-like object, a little bit bigger than a tube of lipstick. On the top of one en d was a piece of knotted leather, which she proceeded to pull out. As she pulled out more, the thicker it got, and the longer the tube became, until the whole t hing fastened itself with a click. Franziska actually had a portable-whip. Where on earth did you find that? Edgeworth stammered, amazed. Franziska pressed a small button on the other end, causing the handle to retract along with the str ip of leather. The internet is wonderful. She laughed, placing the compacted whip back into her c lutch and closing it back up. The conversation was interrupted by another announcement by the crier. Ms Lana Skye, Head Prosecutor, and her escort, Mr Jules Jackson! he bellowed throu ghout the great ballroom. Edgeworth rolled his eyes. That bloody crier! Do you think we can sue him for disturbing the piece? he asked, turning to Franziska. Franziska did not reply, however. Instead she began to he ad in the direction of the staircase. Franziska? he asked. Come, Little Brother, she ordered. Last year Lana Skye almost beat me to the best-d ressed title and I want to make sure shes not wearing anything I cant sabotage in the space of fifteen minutes.

Ugh. Look at her! Franziska snapped from afar, eyeing the simple, strapless red pu mpkin-line dress. What is she wearing? It looks like a dress. He chuckled. And she looks quite ravishing in it, if I may s ay so.

Are you blind?! What makes you think that? Well, it certainly has a youthful quality to it and although Im not one to peer at women, I must admit that her legs are stealing the show. Franziska snorted, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. Edgeworth had known h er long enough to know this meant he had a point and she knew it. Well at least I dont plaster on my makeup like a trollop. A trollop? he asked, eyeing her as she approached Lana, who had spotted them and w as eagerly waving for them to come over. Franziska! She chimed, clapping her hands together. You look fantastic! Hmm, yes, well, Id be lying if I didnt say the same for you. Whos this, then? the man with her asked, crossing his arms over his red suit and sm iling at Franziska. Oh! Lana giggled. This is Franziska Von Karma. Franziska, this is Jules Jackson. Ah, Miss Von Karma, daughter of the late Manfred Von Karma, its a pleasure to meet you. I see my reputation proceeds me, this, she sighed, grabbing Edgeworth by his crava t and pulling him forward. Is Miles Edgeworth. Well, well, well, Jules began, nodding his head in approval. I was hoping to meet t he ever-so-famous Miles Edgeworth. I keep hearing about you at work, and I can s ee why my receptionist never stops talking of you. Edgeworth decided to ignore another revelation that women were fascinated with h im and ask a generic question. What line of work are you in, Mr Jackson. Just call me Jules. I did a few years with the secret service as an infiltrator, but now I just work in the investigative line of things in New York. I met Lana here when she came over for a conference. An infiltrator, huh? Franziska asked. So that means I did a lot of things, he began. Mostly trying to dig up dirt on people. I had to b e able to identify a persons background in the space of 30 minutes or less at tim es, just from talking to them. For example Ms Von Karma, I assume by your accent and way of pronouncing your Os that youre from the Paderborne area of Germany? Franziska raised her eyebrow and nodded. True. And youve been speaking English since kindergarten? Also true. You are a master of your profession even though it is one of a fool. So, Lana began, smiling sheepishly. Edgeworth, no date this year? He raised his eyebrow. Do I dare dignify that with an answer? She chuckled and shook her head. Odd, really, the rumour mill has been spinning a ll kinds of unusual tales about you in the last few weeks. Many people expected you to arrive with a mysterious beauty on your arm.

Before Edgeworth could come up with some sort of witty reply, the criers voice ra ng through the hall. Prosecutor Maya Fey! One by one, as more and more people began to realise this was the mysterious pro secutor theyd all heard about, the room became eerily quiet other than the music, as their eyes settled on the young lady at the top of the stairs. Speaking of mysterious beauties Lana gasped, putting her hand to her heart. Who on e arth is that? As Maya made her way down the staircase, Lana noticed that she was yet to receiv e a response from Edgeworth. She also noticed that Edgeworth didnt take his eyes off her, and looked enthralled, if not a little surprised.

Edgeworth she began, grinning. Is that the young prosecutor everyones been talking ab ut? When he failed to respond, Lana gave a sigh. Edgeworth? Edgeworth, still not taking his eyes off Maya, shook his head. Im sorry excuse me. He began to make his way through the crowd and out of Lanas sight. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. So even Miles Edgeworth can become infatuated that easily... And to think, Franzi ska, I thought he was gay for a little while there, you know, how close he was w ith Phoenix Wright and all Franziska seemed to take no notice of what Lana was talking about at all. Instea d she snorted and began to make her way through the crowed as well. Ive got to see this! Lana and Jules stood there, utterly confused as to what had just happened. So whats so special about her? Jules asked. I have no idea Well I dont know about you, Lana-Banana, but I smell a rat. A well dressed one, but a rat none the less. Yes Lana began, putting her fingers to her chin. If shes a prosecutor I should know w ho she is and even if she is from abroad shes have to be of some sort of renown fo r Miles Edgeworth to even look at her twice no, no, theres something afoot here. J ules, I need you to do me a favour. I think I know where this is going Find out who she is, for me, will you?

Edgeworth could not believe what he was seeing. He could not even begin to compr ehend that the angelic deity at the foot of the staircase was the girl who used to run around with Wright all those years. He watched as she stood there, her eyes on Detective Gumshoe as he almost sprint

ed across the now open dance-floor and to the dismay of a few young paralegals t ook her hand, leading her to the centre. Every inch of doubt about not going with her to buy the dress was removed from h is mind as she took Gumshoes hand and prepared to dance. The dress itself was of a simple design, unlike Franziska there was no need for fancy tape to cover hers elf it was a perfect fit. The light pink gown was an off-the-shoulder one, showi ng off Mayas fantastic collarbones and shoulders, along with just the right amoun t of cleavage to make her womanly without looking cheap. The waist, as with the rest of the dress, fit perfectly, and gave her a beautiful feminine shape as it traced the shape of her hips, before loosening out somewhat at the knees and som ewhat resembling what one could expect a mermaid to look like. The colour of the dress was the most beautiful shade of pale pink, and depending on the light the way the material shimmered made it transition to white as the sparse bejewellin g of the dress and the necklace and earrings Edgeworth had given hear dazzled an yone yet to be convinced of the sheer beauty dancing before them. After the two began to dance, the silence eventually they began to chatter amongst themselves, wondering rth, also entrapped by Maya, was extremely impressed troyed his living room was now leading Maya about in with an worried expression on his face. faded from the onlookers as who exactly she was. Edgewo by Gumshoe. The man who des a waltz with ease, although

Eventually, the people began to go back to their business, joining in on the wal tz and their idle chatter. Franziska, crossed her arms and groaned. Oh, sure, anyone who makes that kind of entrance is going to look like a lady. My god, Franziska, he gasped. For the love of god, just accept defeat. I havent just made a lady, I have created a work of art. There was a silence between the two as they watched the now blushing Gumshoe and the amazingly confident Maya. Well Franziska sighed. I do admit, little brother, you certainly have worked wonders . But the night is young. ---Edgeworth! Phoenix gasped after running to the bar, where Edgeworth had decided to retire to until Maya was finished with the good detective. Yes, Wright? He asked, taking a sip of his drink. He usually reserved hard liqueur for very, very rough nights that he wasnt too proud of, but he had decided tonig ht he would make an exception as he was rather proud of his achievement. That was Maya?! No, Wright, it was the ghost of Christmas past. Edgeworth, come on! Seriously, Wright, who do you think it was? Phoenix sighed and shook his head. Look, I just Ive just never seen her like that b efore, thats all. I just need to hear it from you before I can believe what Im see ing.

He raised his eyebrow and set his drink back on the bar. Well, Wright, that is, i ndeed, Miss Maya Fey. And you are, indeed, acting very strange. Ive just missed her, thats all. Well, yes, it has been a while since youve seen her. Maybe I should go and try to get the next dance with her. He began, turning to mak e his way to the dance floor. I suggest you postpone that unless youre highly partial to waiting! Edgeworth calle d, causing the attorney to stop in his tracks. Between Godot, Detective Marshall and every other red-blooded male here you dont stand a chance. Phoenix gave a sigh and sat next to Edgeworth at the bar, eyeing his drink. Edgeworth is that scotch? Edgeworth nodded and took another sip. Correct. Oh come on, I thought we agreed you were going to cut back on the drinking. Wright, you saw the masterpiece I created. I think it warrants a drink. To tell y ou the truth Im in a spot of shock. You say that now, but I want to remind you Im not taking you home while you babble on about the tree babies or whatever it was again. It was a moment of weakness. It was horrifying. The two became quiet again as they watched the dance floor. The song had just en ded and Gumshoe decided to bow out, while Godot and Marshal literally climbed ov er each other to reach Maya first. I really wish there was a way I could beat them to her. Phoenix sighed. Maybe it would help if you danced with someone else while you wait? Edgeworth sugg ested. Speaking of which, did you come alone? Phoenix nodded, and Edgeworth gave him a strange look. I thought youd have brought Iris. I mean, you two have a a well, a thing going on, do you not? Phoenix shrugged. Well, I called her but she couldnt come. She said she was babysi tting Pearl tonight. A true gentlemen would have offered to pay for a babysitter himself. Phoenix sighed. Well He trailed off and Edgeworth shrugged. Obviously Iris didnt want to come, and the re was no point in further pushing the issue and causing the already upset Phoen ix anymore distress. This was when Edgeworth saw something that made him want to get drunk beyond bel ief. He could see Jules Jackson taking Mayas hand as Jake Marshall and Godot had to be separated. Everything was about to go to pieces.

Maya had been hoping to give her first few dances to people she knew a little bi t better, but she couldnt seem to find Edgeworth or Phoenix anywhere, and Godot s eemed too preoccupied with Detective Marshall to dance with anyone, so this stra nger would have to do. I do not believe we have been introduced. He said as he began to lead her into a w altz. No, I do not believe we have been. I am Jules Jackson. And you are Maya Fey. How do you do? He chuckled. I hear youre a prosecutor but Ive never heard of you before. What count ry do you hail from? What? Maya gasped. She had been completely unprepared for this question. What? he repeated, laughing. Do they speak English in what? She giggled, hoping to charm her way out of this situation. Do forgive me. I will forgive you if you reveal your mysterious origin. She thought frantically, racking her brain. There had to be a way to get out of this without seeming too suspicious but without fat-out lying to him. Well, Mr Jackson, wouldnt it be much more enjoyable if you were to try and guess t he country of my origin? Ah, so a game? Indeed. I find youre more likely to remember a person if they are a challenge. He chuckled. Thats a very good logic, there. Alright, then. What is your favourite food in this country? Well she laughed. I am quite partial to hamburgers. Ah, hamburgers, he laughed. The cornerstone of any nutritious diet! For what they lack in nutrition, they make up for in novelty and taste. I do beli eve it is acceptable to spoil oneself on the odd occasion. For the first time, Jules looked her right in the eye, a completely serious expr ession on his face. You are indeed a distinctive character, arent you?

Edgeworth stood outside on the balcony, smoking his 4th cigarette in a row. Fran ziska, who had chosen to join him, raised her eyebrow. Calm down. Nicotine can only do you so good. I dont think you understand that if the cigarettes dont kill me my impending heart

attack will. Jules Jackson is professionally trained in uncovering this sort of thing. I told you, I tried to warn you! she snickered. She was never going to be able to p ull it off and would you speak of the devil? Franziska looked towards the large doorway that lead out to the balcony, where J ules was now leading Lana through in quite a hurry. When she realised that Edgew orth and Franziska were there, her expression of curiosity turned to one of intr igue. Oh, so this is why you dragged me out here? she asked him. And what is this circus all about, then? Franziska began. Trouble in paradise? No, actually. Lana smirked, crossing her arms smugly. I had my suspicions about thi s Maya Fey character, thats all. So I decided to get Jules to do a little investi gating. Edgeworth held his breath. This was it. All of his work, wasted. Well, I spoke to her, and I can say with 100% confidence He braced himself for the most painful declaration he would hear for a very long time. She isnt just a prosecutor, wait, what? Nor is she only foreign, Edgeworth grinned. This was too good to be true. But she is of royalty! There was a silence on the balcony. Lana, who seemed genuinely interested, waite d for more information, while Franziska just stood her, her jaw wide open. what did you say? Franziska stammered. She is of Borginian Royalty. Probably a duchess, although I wouldnt be entirely su rprised to find she was a princess. Lana nodded, seeming rather pleased with the news. What on earth is a royal from Borginia doing here, though? Well, Id say she studied law. Its not unusual for royals to go to university and re ceive degrees. No doubt she became a prosecutor, and, well, if you dont mind my a ssuming, Mr Edgeworth, he chuckled, grinning at him. While Edgeworth was studying foreign judicial systems, he probably visited Borginia which is famous for its ex tremely efficient judicial program, and quite possibly met the talented young wo man there. I must say, I cannot blame him for bringing her back here, I almost f ell in love with her myself. I assure you, Edgeworth chuckled, now deciding to pull himself together and play a long. My bringing her to this country was nothing of the romantic nature, it was more or less my hoping she may be able to offer something to our system here. He r experience is astounding.

Well, Lana sighed. I guess I was wrong to doubt her. Ah, now I feel terrible! Nonsense! Edgeworth snapped. Youre a prosecutor, its your profession to be suspicious . Yep, Jules laughed, putting his arm around Lana. Thats my Lana-Banana, always questi oning everything. Now if youll excuse us, I do believe its happy-hour in the bar! As soon a they came, they left, back into the hall. Franziska looked so furious she could have destroyed the entire building with her rage alone. Well, Franziska? I I I I . AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! She gave a scream and hurled her class over the balcony, into the lake below, be fore storming inside. Edgeworth could have even sworn that he had seen tears in her eyes, and he hoped that Detective Gumshoe was prepared for a more than fierc e beating.

Maya looked up at the night sky as she sat on Edgeworths patio. His house was mor e like a palace than a home, but the patio made her feel much more welcome as th e wooden decking made it less sterile than the rest of the residence. It was rather peaceful outside as she watched the pool; other than the sound of the swinging-lounge as she rocked it back and fourth, the sound of the crickets and the noise she could still manage to hear from inside. Shed honestly expected Edgeworth to have a house better suited for parties. He insisted it wasnt a party but Maya knew it had stopped being a small celebratio n when the house reached maximum capacity. It seemed Edgeworth was much more soci al once hed downed a few glasses of Gin, and even a little flirtatious, which was something Maya had never expected to see from him in her entire life. But, regardless of what Maya thought, the party continued inside. The house had become so crowded and she had been so hounded by some of the guests that she mad e an escape outside to the patio with ninja-like stealth. She studied the pool it was a large one, and had she not known Edgeworth did lap s every morning she would have assumed it was just there for show. It was meticu lously clean, but even so, no amount of chemical could prevent all sorts of odd insects being attracted to what they saw as an infinite supply of water. She wat ched as she wriggled around on the surface of the water, probably laying eggs or consuming bacteria that she couldnt see and even as they darted around the water it stayed perfectly still and unaffected enough so that it could have been mist aken for glass. The stillness made it all the more tempting to dip her feet in, but she reminded herself of all the mosquito larvae inhabiting the water and wil led herself out of the idea. The sliding door connected to the corridor slid open, the sound causing Maya to jump a little bit as she turned to see who it was. There was one person she had been hoping to see at the doorway, but to her disappointment it was just a coupl e of the detectives leaving the building for a cigarette.

She turned back to the water, deciding to keep to herself so she could continue her day-dreaming. But, no matter how hard she tried she couldnt refrain from list ening to their conversation. It wasnt one of substance at all, to be honest. Rath er how short one of the Investigators skirt was and how many shots they estimated the head admin could down in an hour. And when she heard the door slide open an d shut once again, she felt relief that the silence was back. Maya? The familiarity of the voice sent a shiver down her spine. It was the one she ha d been hoping for the entire time. Phoenix? The Defence Attorney gave a sigh as he sat down next to her, leaning on his arm momentarily to regain his balance. He smiled as he looked up at the moon, Maya r emembering for the first time in a while what it was like to be joined at the hi p with him. Nice moon tonight, huh? he asked.

Yes, spectacular. They dont know what theyre missing on in there. He chuckled. Speaking of which, Maya sighed. Why arent you in there? Eh. He said, shrugging nonchalantly. Its fun and all until Gumshoe whips out the kar aoke Im not nearly drunk enough to withstand that. And why are you out here, anywa y? Isnt this party in your honour? Maya sighed and watched as Pess awoke, looking a little annoyed that his slumber had been disturbed in such a rude manner. Its too loud and crowded in there. Bes ides this party isnt for me. What? But Edgeworth said- That it was a celebration of my success? Hes right but its more or less a celebratio n that he could make me successful. Oh, come on, Maya, give yourself some credit. No, its alright. He put in an astonishing amount of effort, he deserves to celebra te. How would you celebrate, then? he asked. Maya paused and thought, watching Pess stretch and slowly make his way out of hi s dog house. I suppose Id like something quiet. I was actually hoping for some time alone with She trailed off. It was much too embarrassing for her to admit. Alone with Edgeworth? Phoenix guessed, causing Maya to bite her lip in nervousness. Well, yes to, well, say goodbye, you know. to say goodbye? Why?

Well, she began, a sigh in her voice. I wont be staying here after this weekend. I t hink Im expected to leave, at least thats the plan. What? Why dont you come back to stay with me? Phoenix Im a woman now. It would be quite improper for me to reside with a man who Im not romantically linked with. Phoenix went silent, staring at Maya with his eyebrows raised. Improper? Maya what? Ill probably move back to Kurain, of course. And perhaps I will continue with my s piritual training. Perhaps? he asked, a tone of shock in his voice. What do you mean perhaps? Maya, Sp iritual training is everything for you That may be but since becoming so mature Ive realised theres still a lot I have to l earn about the world, and much of it I wont learn in Kurain. Am I even talking to the same Maya? Phoenix asked, pulling himself up and shaking his head. Phoenix, surely you- Stop calling me that! Phoenix butted in. What else should I call you, then?! she snapped. Nick! Like you used to before you turned into Edgeworths genua pig! Genua Pig?! She exclaimed, almost leaping off her feet so she could look him in th e eye. What on earth are you insinuating?! I thought this was all some sort of act, I didnt know hed actually change you! I th ought youd win the bet, get the money and come back just like you used to be. What about all the improvement Ive made?! What improvement? I liked the old Maya much better. That was it. Maya took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying her best not to break into tears out of pure frustration. Perhaps Mr Edgeworth was right perhaps you are a bad influence. She choked. Well then maybe you two are perfect for each other. With that, Phoenix turned around and slid open the door, stepping through and sl iding it shut behind him. Although shattered by his words, and a little confused as to what he meant, Maya tried her best to regain her composure, even though no-one was there to see her except Pess. In an effort to control her tears she pursed her lips and breathed in as much as possible, before letting out a shaky exhale and she used her hand s to blot her tears the best she could without damaging her makeup. She took a deep breath once more and gave another sigh, adjusting her dress befo

re heading through the sliding door herself and making her way through the hallw ay, past the dozens of people lining the walls, each with a drink in hand. Altho ugh many tried to grab a moment of her time, she just smiled and nodded in ackno wledgement without stopping if she spoke, her disposition would be given away. When she came to the stairs she almost sprinted up them, pulling up her dress so not to step on the hem. She ran down the second-floor hall and came to her door , frantically turning the knob and pushing it open. She slammed the door behind her and leant her back against it, now panting from such distress. She took a deep breath and the tears began to flow as she slid down against the door, burying her head in her arms and hoping that the music downstairs would dr own out her sobbing.

She seemed pretty cut about something last night, Pal. Gumshoe explained, a deep t one of concern in his voice as the Prosecutor slammed the refrigerator door shut . Its just exhaustion. Poor girl was probably just tired, thats all. But the thing is, Wright left before that looking pretty beat up, too. Think they had a fight? He shook his head as he headed over to the kitchen bench. Wright was probably jus t frustrated because he cant understand proper English, and Maya well, Ive been kno wn to be so frustrated by his incompetence that Ive been brought to tears on more than one occasion, too, Detective. Gumshoe gave a sigh and scratched the back of his neck, before ducking down to p ick up a garbage bag filled with old bottles from the night before. Yeah, I guess Im just kinda worried about her. The door to the kitchen slammed open and Franziska entered the room, looking ama zing for someone who probably sustained a rather deadly hangover. Little brother, water, now. She barked, sitting at the bench and giving a yawn. Franziska, youre looking well. Im not feeling it. I couldnt get any sleep last night. Edgeworth opened the high-cupboard and gentle removed a glass. Oh, so you hit it off with the computer specialist I introduced you to? She snorted, rolling her eyes. Yes, I have a thing for men who still live with th eir mothers every time I tried to sleep I was woken up by sobbing coming from the next room. Tell me, whos room is next to mine? He turned on the tap and briskly filled the glass with water, before handing it to his sister, air bubbles still rising from the bottom of the glass as the liqu id settled. Thats the room Mayas in at the moment. Its to my understanding that she was a bit upset last night. Urgh, why cant foolish fools handle their own foolish fatigue? Leave the girl alone. Edgeworth chuckled. Its been difficult to turn from a rat into a fine beauty. Id be quite emotional, too after going through such a life changi

ng event. Speaking of changes, Franziska began, wrapping her elegant fingers around the glas s. What do you think shell do now? Thats a good question. Im not entirely sure. Well after all this work you cant have her go back to Phoenix Wrights home. Does he even have internet? He does but its dialup. Franziska hissed in a manor someone who had just been stung would. Well what do y ou think youre going to do with the little fool? As you said, Wrights is no place for her now, no, shes much too resplendent to stay there. I suppose she could go back to Kurain, but then again Id hoped Id educated her enough to grow out of that spirtitual junk. Well then what do you suppose shell do? Franziska snorted. Marry? To Franziskas shock he paused for a moment and pondered on the suggestion. Thats no t as farfetched as youd think. I shouldnt imagine shed have trouble finding a good husband now. You cant be serious. She snapped, reminding him that he was speaking to a self acco mplished, professional female. Well, some women, oddly enough, do enjoy getting married. Whos to say she cant take up a study as well? Im just putting it on the table that she could go outside an d have any man propose to her within a matter of minutes. Well, where will she live until then? He thought for a moment, frowning a little at the situation at hand. He couldnt j ust throw her out into Wrights house and expect her to maintain herself. I suppose shell stay with me until something comes together. Little Brother! Franziska snapped, her eyes wide open with shock. Are you seriously considering letting the fool continue to live with you? How foolish! You will l ose your mind! She may have been a pain in the past but Ill admit, I find her bearable now. Of cour se, she couldnt stay for too long, a few months at the most, but I shouldnt imagin e finding her somewhere to stay would be difficult. Why are you even bothering? She asked. Just throw her out to Wrights house. You have no need for her now, you won your bet, I have to eat a seafood dinner with Phoe nix Wright and she gets her money everybody wins. Why, little brother, she smirke d, placing the glass back and and crossing her arms as she leant back in her sea t. Any more kowtowing and Id think you had some sort of romantic interest in the g irl. Edgeworth, who had just taken a sip of water, was hit so hard by the statement t hat he spat the remaining contents in his mouth out in a fine spray. He clutched his stomach and breathed heavily. That is the most disgraceful thing I have ever heard! he laughed. Me? Interested in her? Id rather have metal shavings injected through my kneecaps!

As the two laughed at something they thought was utterly hilarious, a young girl sat behind the room divider and wiped away tear before making her way back upst airs. She didnt need to hear that.

Id like you to stay. Maya stared at the Prosecutor, her eyes already filled with tears. She knew this was coming, but no matter how much shed tried to be there was no way she would e ver be totally prepared. Why? she choked, waiting for his reply with the anticipation shed have waiting for a needle. Well, I think my household would be empty without you and- Liar. Edgeworth stared at the girl, completely dumbfounded. Maya herself was more than surprised she was thinking out loud. Sorry? Dont dont lie to me. She stuttered, her heart rate rising and a cold-sweat breaking o ut. What are you on about? You only want me to stay because youd feel guilty tossing me out onto the streets. Edgeworth scoffed, trying to cover the fact he was secretly breaking out into an emotional panic. Luckily his years of prosecuting had made him an excellent blu ff. Thats ridiculous. You could go back to Wrights, or Kurain. Im not stupid. You dont want me to go back to Phoenixs so I wont bruise your perfect win by turning back to the old me, and you dont want me to go back to Kurain beca use thats much too simplistic for you, no? Edgeworth sighed. It was now he realised that Maya had either heard his entire c onversation with Franziska, or she had amazing telekineses she wasnt telling him about. About that conversation, Maya No need to explain. She sighed. Its clear to me now. What do you mean? I was so silly! she exclaimed, putting her hands to her head in frustration. I thou ght you actually wanted to help me out! I thought you wanted to change me for th e better because you She paused and shut her eyes, taking a deep breath before she continued. I just Ill be out of here by tomorrow. Ill go back to Kurain for a while. Maya! he exclaimed, both shocked at what shed said and the manner in which shed done so.

Dont worry; Ill be sure to leave the jewels and everything youve paid for. That way this is of no loss to you. But what will you do? he asked as she ushered him out of her room. I dont know. She said nonchalantly, with a tremble still in her voice. Ill marry, I s uppose. She shut the door and locked it, and waited until she heard his footsteps fade o ff into the hall. She buried her face into her hands and silently wept. How could she be so stupid? She had everything and she blew it completely over s omething that never even existed. And he didnt even remotely feel the same she thought to herself, removing some cloth es from her desk as she continued to pack her things. Im such an idiot. She looked around the room as she placed the rest of her things in the luggage. What was I thinking? That I was going to marry him or something? This isnt even me I cant believe that Ive turned into this. She glanced at her wardrobe, which she had left open and filled with the clothes Edgeworth had paid for. It was nice feeling like a princess I hadnt felt that happy since Nick took me to s ee the Steel Samurai stage play. Even though he had the flu and the time he took me all the way interstate so I could buy that hairpin I wanted. Oh! And when he came to Kurain and looked after me when I got Glandular Fever She stopped moving completely as the realisation hit on her like a ton of bricks . Nick did a lot for me even though I never said Her heart gave a loud, heavy thump and she fully understood it now. Ive got to go back. She whispered, shutting the clasp on her suitcase and reaching for her cellphone.

Edgeworth sat in his study and flicked through the case files. He figured that i f Maya was going to act like a child then he could probably get some work done w hile he waited for her to get over it. Unfortunately, though, his mind kept stra ying to somewhere he didnt want it to. Luckily, he was saved by three, firm, loud knocks at the door. Come in. He didnt need to look to tell it was Gumshoe the loud steps were enough for him t o gather that. Hey, Pal, Gumshoe began. Ah are you really busy or something? Not really, why? he asked, swivelling in his chair around to face the detective.

Well, sir, its just uh Mayas leaving. Edgeworth paused, but managed to raise an eyebrow. Oh? Well, arent you going to say goodbye? Edgeworth sighed and shook his head. No. If shed wanted to be polite she would hav e come in and thanked me for all my hospitality first. I shouldnt have to chase h er around. Oh Gumshoe, in an unexpected move, sat on the spare lounge-seat in the study, causi ng Edgeworth to cough in suspicion. Detective, may I ask as to why you are sitting in my lounge chair instead of goin g home?

Wow, sir, its just he sighed, a look of genuine angst on his face. Its just real sad, you know? Whats sad? You messing up my expensive furniture? No! You and Maya. Edgeworth stared at the detective. I dont follow. Maya and I? Well you know I mean, first I always thought shed end up with Phoenix Wright or some thing, but I dont know, its just really sad to see you two break up like this. Edgeworth put his palm to his face. For the last time, Maya Fey and I were not in volved like that. You sure? Gumshoe asked. Positive. are you sure? Edgeworth groaned. Detective, go home, youve been here for too long. Thats an order . He didnt even bother to say goodbye to the detective, who left in silence, but ra ther turned back to his work. Now he was even more distracted. Why do I even care who she sees? he thought to himself. Its not like its any of my b usiness. I could care less if she began to see Godot okay. Maybe Id step in then, but purely for her safety and thats all. If she wants to ruin her life by running off to Wright and ignoring a chance to enter a stable relationship then I- wait . Edgeworth bit his lip and gripped to the edge of his desk. Did he seriously just think that? It was then he realised Gumshoe was right. Sure, he wasnt in love with the girl, just infatuated. Very, very infatuated. To the point where it could get out of h and if it wasnt dealt with properly. He glanced at the clock. She was probably just under half way to Wrights as shed t

aken a taxi. He still may have been able to get to her first, but he was going t o need some help in doing so. He grabbed his cell phone and dialled the first person who came to mind with the power and willingness to help, and could do nothing but hope as the phone rang. Godot. The voice on the other end announced. Godot, its Edgeworth. Oh. He sighed. Sorry, Id try be more enthusiastic but I was expecting a call from th is lady I met at your party. The one with Latte Skin and hair the shade of Godot Blend #231. Thats nice Godot, but I need something. Well, Edgeypants, sounds pretty urgent. Whats cooking? I need you call the taxi agency and find out the licence plate number of the taxi heading for Wrights house, then I want you to have every unit in the area lookin g for it as soon as they can before she gets to Wrights. Woah! Godot exclaimed. Thats a pretty frothy one there, Edgey. Sounds like a mad das h from the last 10 minutes of a British Romantic Comedy Ill do it, but Im very curi ous as to why you want this. Between you and I lets say Ive grown accustomed to her face.

It had indeed been like a scene from a romantic comedy watching all the police u nits in town chase after Maya Fey. Unfortunately, though, unlike the movies, it was much too late. By the time anyone even saw the taxi it had already dropped M aya off at Phoenixs. Edgeworth had taken the liberty of heading straight over there after giving Godo t the phone call, and as a result he got to see the reunion outside Wrights apart ment with his very own eyes. Whether this was a good thing or not, he wasnt sure. He couldnt hear much, from where he watched, but he could see enough. Phoenix com ing to the door, the look on his face when he realised it was Maya one of relief . There was some talking on what seemed to be a serious topic, and what followed after that was a long, emotional embrace that seemed to last an eternity as Wri ght had the luxury of burying his face in the gap between Mayas neck and shoulder . And then, without a sound, he took her hand and led her inside, and the door was shut. That was the moment Edgeworth realised everything was as it should be. He wasnt in love with her, Wright obviously was, because where Wright couldnt stan d to see her go, Edgeworth felt relieved so see her happy. Maybe thats what it al l was the desire to see Maya get her happy ending. Their story had taken months, even years to finish, though, so it was well deserved. He turned and began to walk back to his car and he realised that he was actually happy. Maya was happy, Wright was happy; no doubt little Pearl would be ecstati c As he opened his car door and sat inside, he chuckled to himself. A lot of peopl e would be happy.

He glanced at his cell phone: One missed call from Iris. She was probably calli ng to see how the entire Maya and Phoenix story had wrapped up, and, no doubt, t o follow up on her early parole with him. He let out a little smile; Iris was a nice girl, very polite and caring with a natural poise and grace Maybe he could discuss it with her over dinner.

Everything happens for a reason Thats what Edgeworth could remember Iris telling him when he let her on an early parole. Looking around the restaurant, he didnt entirely disagree with her statement. Jus t as hed thought, everyone was happy well, aside from a fuming Franziska on table 10, that is. He couldnt resist smirking as he watched her reach for the whip that Edgeworth had confiscated at the beginning of the evening. Gumshoe sat across f rom her, staring at the menu in total awe and excitement of having such a meal f or free. Looking at his own table he saw more smiles. Godot, who simply couldnt resist the concept of Franziska having to sit through an evening with Gumshoe, had offered to pay for everyones dinner if he could attend. As sadistic as this sounded, he seemed to be having a good time despite his coffee being late. Phoenix was reading through the menu, repeating that paying for him, although Edgeworth assumed the free to Phoenix as it was to Gumshoe. Phoenix had seemed , although it didnt take a law degree to understand spirits he thought Godot shouldnt be meal was as much as a treat a more content man recently just why hed been in such high

A little bit of Edgeworth wanted to die when he realised Maya had just ordered a cheese burger, but he felt a little relieved and rewarded to hear her ask with eloquence that one would not expect from someone asking for a burger at a five s tar French Restaurant. Although she had taken to wearing her usual mediums garb, hed noticed there had been some subtle changes, such as the way she wore just the tiniest bit of lip-gloss now, and how her obi was tied neatly instead of in a r ushed knot. Her mannerisms had taken a good turn as well, the way she picked up her fork and knife impressing Edgeworth beyond belief. But more important than the refinement she was showing was the look of utter bli ss on her face. Her eyes sparkled as she giggled at a joke Phoenix had made that Edgeworth wasnt listening to, before she fidgeted with the defence attorneys tie. Yes, what he felt for her wasnt anything like her and Wright felt for each other , and now that hed sorted the whole fiasco out he could focus on more important i ssues He glanced aside at Iris, who sat patiently, listening to Phoenix talk with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Edgeworth never would have really considered her at all in such a manner until all of this and no doubt she never would have fel t the same had he not returned her phone call right away and ask that they discu ss the matter over a quiet dinner. Not, of course, that she didnt see right throu gh it, however, now she was here next to him, enjoying an evening out with Well, now that Edgeworth thought about it, every person at this table had benefi ted from the bet. Phoenix and Maya had finally voiced their emotions and Maya ra ised the money for Kurain. Godot, as protective as he was over Maya, now had a n ew reason to find Phoenix objectionable. Iris, of course, had been let off on ea rly parole, and while Edgeworth didnt want to seem cocky, she now had some sort o f involvement with someone who could provide everything for her.

As for himself, well, he figured that didnt need much going into. Once again you didnt need a law degree to solve that one. Franziska was the only one who wasnt entirely happy, apparently, and showed this by losing her cool completely and screaming at Gumshoe (who had decided to steal a bite of her lime and chilly prawns) in a half English, half German dialect. She was so infuriated that she proceeded to toss a glass at the poor detective, the smashing noise and Gumshoes cries startling Iris, giving her a scare and caus ing her to cling to Edgeworths arm in fright. Even though his prize of seeing Franziska go on a date with Gumshoe was pretty muc h out the window, he was still perfectly happy as he watched two busboys drag th e horrifying she-prosecutor out of the building. He stroked Iriss hair and watched Maya and Phoenix fight (violently) over the las t piece of Garlic Bread. Everything happens for a reason.