The Untold Story
Mid-summer. The sun beated down upon the earth. It was August. The skys were baby blue; it looked like a perfect day – yet it was not, not at all for that one person...
Franziska Von Karma sat in her room reading a book. She was to be a prosecutor just like her famous father (Manfred Von Karma) and also she wanted to be like him; Miles Edgeworth. At that time he was to her an older brother. Never to be seperated; to her that was imossible. As she continued to read in silence she was interupted. She jumped and turned. Edgeworth had just entered the room and at that same time a smile came upon Franziska’s face but it did not last long because once she realised that Edgeworth was not smiling back, she stopped. There was a serious feeling given off by Edgeworth but Franziska could of never guessed what he was about to say because to her that should of never happened in her perfect life.
“Goodbye,” said Edeworth breaking the long pause, “goodbye, Franziska.” He couldn’t do it. As he turned a tear fell from his eye. He couldn’t bear to see poor Fransciska’s face; though not a tear fell from her eye, anyone could see that her heart and life had just been torn in two. She knew Edgeworth was planning to go but she didn’t think he would actually go through with it and not this soon. By the time she could finally get a word to leave her mouth, he was gone. He had gone through the door.
Franziska stood and her sadness turned into anger. Sorrow is a pathetic emotion! Only foolish fools who wish to feel foolish feel sorrow! Fraziska you are stronger than this! What about your pride! Are you a Von Karma? Yes you are, snap out of it! And in rage she swept everything off the table and tipped over her chair. But then she looked at herself. She was so confused, he had only said goodbye; that doesn’t mean he is gone does it? Maybe he was joking? Maybe this was one of his foolish jokes, but he wouldn't joke about that. I can't take it! I must know! She ran out her room; slamming the door. This was not her idea of a perfect life. She ran to Edgeworth's room - empty She quickly pulled open every single drawer, pulled open the wardrobe and searched the room. Nothing was left but one thing.
A small box, perfectly wrapped and had a perfect bow and only two people could of done this Franziska herself or Edgeworth. She opened the box and inside was a piece of paper. It read:
I knew you would search my room Franziska, to see if I was really going. It is just how you are. Perfect. I have gone now. Forever. And I have gone to pursue my career someplace else. I wish you luck in your career; child prodigy. I know this can not count as a goodbye so I am at the airport now, waitng for you...
Underneath there was a picture. She looked at the picture, put the piece of paper back inside the box, placed the box on the bedside table and then ran. A tear almost came; her eyes watered but she couldn't cry - she would never cry because if she did she knew that she would no longer be worthy of the Von Karma name. She ran outside and then she looked around at the busy streets how stupid could I be? How on earth can I get to the airport? Edgeworth, why? something caught her eye. A bike. Though it was unusual for her to notice a bike (they were the transport for fools as Franziska would say) there was a name written on it on the front of the basket. It said Franziska; use me it was obviously from Edgeworth. Inside her head a giant argument roared about whether or not to use the horrible bike but it was Edgeworth. She cautiously got on the bike (making sure nobody was looking)
She knew how to ride a bike, Edgeworth taught Franziska how to ride a bike when she was little, At that time it seemed stupid; like she was ever going to ride a bike but her heart told her to listen to Edgeworth; something inside of her believes in Edgeworth - it was almost as if Edgeworth knew she would eventually do what she was doing now.
She soon arrived at the airport. People knew her; they looked and whispered but Franziska ignored those ignorent fools.
where is Edgeworth? she wondered round (she had left the bike outside where some other bikes were - hopefully it would be safe) she had spent ten minuites wandering round but nothing had he gone already? After all that cycling, embarrasement and searching and he was gone!? that~ she found him. sitting on his own in a cafe with a look of sorrow on his face.
Franziska went up to him and sat down in the chair opposite so she could see his face. Edgeworth looked up into Franziska's eyes. Edgeworth's eyes watered as he looked into Franzika's eyes.
"Edgeworth," said Franziska "you can't go..."
"But..." replied Edgeworth "I want to. But before I go I want to tell you that I lo~
"No!" shouted Franziska (thankfully the noise in the airport was so loud no one realised she had shouted) "I will not listen to you, a foolish fool. You were my strength, my older brother and you were the one who gave me power! What do I do? When you go?"Edgeworth then saw that to her, he was only a older brother - not the one she loved. He put his bag on the table and opened it. Inside lay two presents. He took them both out and returned the bag to the floor. "These are for you Franziska; goodbye..." Edgeworth stood up and left, Franziska left speechless.
She looked at the presents, one was big and one was small. She had decided to open the small gift first. Inside there was a blue rose, her favourite colour and her favourite flower. There was a little note attached to it
This rose it not real but it will last forever and it shall never harm you because I made sure it has no thorns. As long as you keep this Franziska I will know that you care for me and I shall care for you
Franziska stared at the rose, it was truly beautiful; at this point she would of ran, caught up with Edgeworth and stopped him from going but her pride got the better of her. She placed the rose in her bag and then opened the next gift.
Inside the next gift was a whip. Now Franzika was confused, a whip? She ad never used one before, why would someone enjoy whipping people, that's insane! She picked it up and was going to throw it in the nearest bin when yet another note was there, it said:
This whip is a symbol of power, it is power. Use it. I know you are angry with me so try it. I think about you all the time and as you read this I am thinking of you. And you think of me all the time I know you will use this whip...
Franziska stood up and threw the box away; but kept the whip. Then she saw it - the perfect opputunity had arrived. Some foolish fool who is so foolish that he only lives for fools and their foolish ways had barged into Franziska making her drop her bag. She picked up her bag and *whip* she whipped him. this isn't half bad *whip* she whipped him again [i] I don't mind this, it feels good [i] *whip* by now the man had tears in his eyes [i] I feel powerful [i] she smiled and walked away leaving Edgeworth, forgetting him. But somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted to see him again and little did she know that this feeling was growing....

Edgeworth walked out of the airport. A strong wind blew his hair and cravat left as Edgeworth looked around this "new world" which was currently around him. He was here, this was the place. The place he would begin his career and finally become as famous as his mentore, Manfred Von Karma. The thought of Von Karma stayed in his mind Von Karma he just could not stop thinking about her. Edgeworth tried to take his mind off her and went to his new home. Thankfully he had managed to find a cab to take him.
Edgeworth put his stuff in the boot and got into the back of the car. He told the driver where to go and he began to drive.
Unfortunately the driver had noticed Edgeworth's british accent.
"So, you from Europe or somewhere" asked the man
"Yes," replied Edgeworth and continued to stare out the window.
"So, what's a British fellow doing over here then?"
"I'm a prosecutor," replied Edgeworth, slowly becoming more annoyed with the driver.
"Wow, rich guy then! How much does it pay?"
Edgeworth became annoyed and suddenly became angry; very unlike him. He told the driver to stop the cab and he walked the rest of the way.
Edgeworth by now had finished unpacking; a moving company had already placed most of the stuff out. And finally Edgeworth had peace. He sat down and began to drift into a world of thoughts. She was still in her mind. How was she? Could she ever forgive? Why didn't she love him? He was not sad but angered, angry by the fact that he was only a "older brother" to the one he loved, that the one he loved did not love him back. And life, it was so unfair. He realised the reason he was angry at the cab driver was that he was also angry with himself. Edgeworth was finally living his dream, he wanted to be happy but just couldn't. The thought that somewhere; practically on the other side of the world could be crying, missing him and most of all, he was missing her, Franziska Von Karma.
He remembered when he first arrived, seeing a small timid girl who eventually grew into the Franziska he knew today. And that was the person he loved and missed and thought about every single night. To hide his sadness and pain Edgeworth could only think of one way. To close up; only focus on one thing and the only thing that he could think of was prosecuting. He would only focus on his perfect win record. As Manfred Von Karma says "there is one thing and one thing only that matters, that is a perfect win reord"

Franziska returned home to her father. The thought of Edgeworth lay silently in the back of her mind ready to awaken but not just yet. Franziska went to her room and placed her bag on the table. She took the whip out and grasped it in her hand; she looked at it. Now she had power - no longer dependant on him. She then took out the blue rose. She looked at it for a while. She hated Edgeworth for leaving her, she wanted to tear the rose to shreds but she couldn't - that feeling in the back of her mind stopped her. So she got out a vase and placed it inside, she thought to herself I am not keeping the rose because I care for him. I only keep it because I think it's quite pretty. And that is all. I hate Edgeworth, he betrayed me and foolish fool who wishes to foolishly follow his foolish dreams.
Later that day, before she went to sleep. She brushed her teeth. But then she wandered down the corridor and poked her head through Edgeworth's old room and said "Goodnight Edgey!" but then she opened her eyes and saw no Edgeworth just that small box he had left with the note and photo inside.
She walked across the room and picked up the small box. She then opened it and looked inside; taking out the photo to look at it.
The photo was a picture of her and Edgeworth at a picnic. He had his arm round her and they were both smiling; it had been her birthday. And sadly she did not have any friends - fortunately Edgeworth said that he would cancel his busy day for her and they had a wonderful day.
Franziska's eyes began to water up, she knew she was going to cry so she hurried to the bathroom to wash her face snap out of it! Hopefully freezing cold water will wake me up, look at yourself Franziska Von Karma. Stop being so emotional!
That night she thankfully manage to get to sleep but the only way for her to sleep in peace was to stop thinking about Edgeworth.
From that day onward the same scene was repeated every night; Franziska didn't realise that though - she didn't want to realise that she thought about Edgeworth every night. That she went into his old room every night. And that looked at his photo every night and finally she didn't want to realise that she almost cried every night.
It was a new day for Edgeworth. He was to finally join the prosecutor office. Meet the Chief and his detective that would work along side him for a long time.
Edgeworth walked into the prosecutor's office - people suddenly shot a stare at him and began to whisper. He did not care about them. He could not care abou anyone. Because caring would remind him that he cared a lot for Franziska. He walked over to reception where a small lady sat of petite stature. She was red haired and was stunning; though she seemed dim and was deep inside the world of her book.
"Excuse me" said Edgeworth, tapping the desk through his impatience. Nothing, no reply. So, he spoke with a louder "Excuse me."
"Oh, Yeh, Yeh. What..." the lady looked up at Edgeworth and was surprised she looked at him and he looked back. "Did you know that you're really handsome?"
"Ummm... Ok?" replied Edgeworth utterly confused, "I'm hear to see the one in charge."
"Oh!" replied the lady, "I'm Cecilia, and what might your name be?"
"Edgeworth, Miles Edgeworth"
"Ok, just a sec" she tapped away at the computer, "it says here that you should take me out to dinner!"
"I beleive it doesn't Miss Cecilia, could you please check again"
"It says here that a certain receptionist has a crush on you"
"What sort of computer do you have!? It must be broken or something," Edgeworth did not see what Cecilia was getting at.
"You're so slow! Do you like me?"
"Ummm... I guess?"
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"sure"
"So, what are you waiting for?"
"You~"
"Then it's a date! Pick me up at 8! Here's my address." she quickly wrote it down and shoved it into Edgeworth's hand.
What a strange girl. I can't take her on a date! First I don't know her, second I don't really like her and third I love Franziska! I guess Cecilia's going to be stood up tonight, it doesn't matter if she hates me forever.
"And the Chief of Police is in the conference room; second floor, third on your right!" called Cecila as he walked away. And so he headed to the Chief of Police's office.
It was his first day, he had gotten himself already gotten himself into a sticky situation. And was about to get stickier...

Franziska looked in the mirror and perfected her harstyle. As she looked in the mirror she had a sudden flashback.
She saw herself and Edgeworth both when they were just children. She was sitting perfecting her hairstyle, looking in the miror. Edgeworth. He ran over to Franziska and messed up her perfectly perfected hair. But she did not scream or shout. She laughed. They both laughed.
Foolish fool who was foolish attempting me to foolishly become a fool among fools who would act foolishly like that fool thought Franziska. She didn't often use the word "fool" but she thought it suited him. Edgeworth was no longer a caring older brother in her eyes, he became a fool of which she hated.
Once finished with her hair she went to the very grand dining room of which her father was already in, sitting waiting for his daughter. She joined him at their table, she had one very important thing to tell him. Urgently...
Edgeworth wandered down the hall, very confused by the receptionist's behaviour. Was he really handsome? No one had ever told him that he was handsome. Now that he thought about it, she had never said he was handsome, in fact never complimented him in that manner. She thought of the compliments she gave him in the past "that cravat suits you perfectly" "wow, your manners are perfect" "you are the perfect size for a young man, unlike that horible boy who is too tall" none of these could of counted as that sort of compliment.
Edgeworth soon enough Edgeworth arrived at the conference room. He reached out and opened the door but was suddenly sartled at what awaited him.
"Ho, ho, ho! Hello my boy!" cried and very tall superior looking man. With white hair and leather black gloves that he slammed together as he began to clap "So, what might you're name be?"
"Miles Edgeworth. I am a upcoming prosecutor." stated Edgeworth, keeping his cool; he couldn't let the chief see him in a vunerable situation when he was thinking about the love of is life and couldn't care less about prosecuting whilst she was in his head. Edgeworth quickly shook her of his mind and returned to his set mind on prosecuting.
"Edgy! How would you like to go swimming one time and maybe I should ask Udgey to come as well! That woul be just lovely wouldn't it? Edgy my boy! said Gant. Asked out in one day in less than a hour, the people of this country certainly did love Edgeworth.
"Maybe some other time?" replied Edgeworth who wasn't so keen on the idea of swimming with this loonatic and some guy called Udgey. "Excuse me but I have important business to discuss with the chief of police, would you know his whereabouts? I was told he was in this room."
"I believe he is standing right in front of you! Edgy my boy!" said the Chief of Police...

After a long pause and a serious face (almost threatening) he finally broke the silence, "do I not look like a chief of police?" he asked.
"Would it not be very rude if I asked if you were the chief of police directy and that it is certainly more polite to ask indirectly?" wittingly replied Edgeworth, this pleased the strange man.
"Well... I am Gant, Damon Gant and also I have my co-worker Lana Sye," said Gant clapping his hands yet again, "you seem like a bright lad so here!" From the desk behind him, he opened one of the drawers picked up a quite large file and handed it to Edeworth. It was a court record file giving him details of a simple case that would be easily won. All the evidence needed, simple. This case is simple. A escaped prisoner who had escaped from jail went to meet with the victim on Dusky Bridge, the victim happened to be the key witness that Terry Fawles (the accused) a death penalty. So Terry killed her. Simple case.Then he read the name of the defendant's attorney "Marvin Grossberg" a experienced attorney. But no matter, it was a case that Edgeworth could handle.
Edgeworth put his court record into his case, safe and sound. "I'll take it." said Edgeworth.
"I like your attitude!" replied Gant happily, "I've already heard great things about you. In fact your already famous among the prosecutors in this office, can't wait to see your show!"
The trial was a week away, giving him plenty of time to spare...
Franziska's urgent matter was finally revealed at the dinig table once she had finished eating her dinner.
"Father," said Franziska "I wish to become a prosecutor now." Manfred Von Karma became startled at this. But very quickly returned to his normal, very serious face. Franziska tightened her grip on her new whip in anxiety. Does he think I'm not ready? Does he think I'm too young? What will he say? If I can become a prosecutor now then I can finally prove to myself that I am better than Edgeworth. And then I will have a excuse, no. A reason to go and see Edgeworth, so that I can say what I need to tell him; that he is a foolish fool in my eyes for eternity because he left me. Franziska looked up at her father who now had a smile upon his face.
"Of course!" creied Manfred Von Karma, "you my dear, will become a child prodigy! You are a child prodigy! I will go and make the needed arrangements - all you have to do is prove to them that you are proper Von Karma." Franziska smiled and left.Edgeworth was to be given a guided tour by a fellow police detective who was to work under Edgeworth in any investigations and would be a witness in trials for him. The detective he was given was a newbie, Detective Dick Gumshoe.
"Hello pal, I'm Detective Dick Gumshoe and I'm your man!" Gumshoe introduced himself.
"You're my man?" asked Edgeworth slightly confused by the strange way he spoke.
"The man who will be your detective and you tour guide, pal!" replied Gumshoe
"Hello, Gymshoe" said Edgeworth I have to stop thinking about Franziska; but how? How do I do that? How does one stop thinking about their one true love? You know what I could use? A good cup of tea, Franziska used to make a great cup of tea for me when I was upset; she made lots of cups of tea when my father died, maybe if I started drinking tea that wasn't made by her then that could help me stop thinking about her.
"umm, Gymshoe? I would like to know where I can get some tea, I feel like a cup of tea."
"You have a british accent, I hear pal. I was right. I'm going to have a big dinner tonight!" replied Gumshoe "this way sir" Gumshoe led Edgeworth to a room. There were sofas (or couches as they say) a television ad a kitchen attachment. They both sat down.
I wish she was here, sitting at my side. But she woud of never come with me. No, she was happy with her perfect life - if I had asked her to come she would be angered and I would never want to make her angry. I wouldn't be able to bear it. But I wish I was with her, she would be sitting next to me and my arm round her; a smile across her face. Darn! I must get over her! She's far away gone! Maybe. Maybe I should see Cecilia; she would definitely take my mind off her and who knows? I could fall in love with her but~ Edgeworth's thoughts were interupted. Afterall Edgeworth was just sitting there silently.
"What you thinking about then, pal?" asked Gumshoe, "let me guess, a lady?"
"What?!" replied Edgworth, "why on earth would you think that?"
"Well, you must have tons of girls wanting to go out with you pal!" replied Gumshoe, Edgeworth was shocked by his words, did he really attract tons of girls? "So, I was right wasn't I?"
"Well..." replied Edgeworth Can I trust him? He is my only friend here - and he could tell me more about Cecilia "what do you know about Cecilia?" Edgeworth couldn't believe he was talking to this man; a stranger about his love life.
"No, pal" replied Gumshoe, "she's mine! I'm picking her up today at eight - so no!" Edgeworth was once again stunned by this man. Of course he did not show it. But he was. That's perculiar, why did Cecilia ask out Gumshoe the same time as him...
"How long has she been here?" asked Edgeworth
"She only joined today, pal" replied Gumshoe "as soon as I arrived and asked who she was, things went great; she said she had a crush on me and that I was handsome and that I should pick her up today at eight. It was amazing - you should of been there! Wait, no you shouldn't of, you could of taken her away from me..." he continued to talk but Edgeworth could not be bothered to listen. He needed to find out more about this Cecilia person; how many people had she asked out? What was she up to???

Edgeworth thought about what to do.
I'm in love with a girl who doesn't love me back
I have met a strange girl called Cecilia who asked me out tonight but also Gumshoe and probably more people. I need to fix everything... but how?
Edgeworth finished off his tea and left but as he stood up he crashed into another police officer, he dropped the cup and pieces smashed all over the floor.
"Sorry, sir!" cried the girl, she wore glasses, and a pale blue uniform with a matching little hat with a red feather in it. She was saluting Edgeworth. "I am sorry sir, is this the police departement?" she stopped saluting Edgeworth.
"Umm, no. This is the prosecutors office. I am sorry for barging into you" said Edgeworth and as soon as Edgeworth looked up at the girl, the girl fell in love with Edgeworth and began to blush. "The police departement is a 30 minuite drive away."
"Ok, this always happens to me," said the girl looking down, with a sad look in her eye "ever since I was little I've had bad luck and now I don't even have a car... I took a cab down here.."
Edgeworth felt sorry for the girl, he decided to drive her there. Afterall his ca had arrived - that's how he got to the prosecutor's office. I was a bright, expensive red car. "I'll drive you there, I have to spare. Would you like that?"
The girl was now bright red in the face, "of course sir! How could I refuse?" Gumshoe had overheard and was jealous - very jealous.
"Do you mind taking me down there too?" asked Gumshoe and got up (the girl looked annoyed, she wanted it to be just her and Edgeworth)
"Ok" replied Edgeworth. The girl looked angry at the fact Edgeworth agreed to this but of course, Edgeworth had no idea that this girl was crazy over him. The three of them headed to the car. Edgeworth in the driver's seat, the girl in the passenger seat and Gumshoe in the back. He started the car up and they began their way to the police departement.
"I'm Maggey by the way," said Maggey "and you are?"
"E~" said Edgeworth before he was interupted.
"Dick, Dick Gumshoe," said Gumshoe, unaware that she was obviously asking Edgeworth.
"I was talking to the one in the driver's seat" replied Maggey, annoyed at Gumshoe. "Anyway, you were saying?"
"Edgeworth, Miles Edgeworth. Nice to meet you" said Edgeworth. He was trying to concentrate on driving.
The two of them continued to discuss law etc. They talked about how they were both new and got on well. Whilst Gumshoe attempted to join in but was given an evil look from Maggey. Soon they arrived and Maggey got out but Sumshoe instead of getting out moved and sat in the passenger seat.
"Listen pal," began Gumshoe, "stay away from Maggey, please?
Edeworth gave him a dumbfounded looked, very confused. "Umm, Ok?"
Gumshoe chuckled and grinned, "Maggey" he said. "She only came here last week, keeps on arriving at that prosecutors office - can't figure out where the police department is, I kind of like her..." Edgeworth knew that he was not going to admit that he liked Maggey anymore considering now he was red in the face.
"If you like Maggey, then why say yes to Cecilia?" asked Edgeworth
"I never said I liked Magg~"
"Then you hate her?"
"No! No~"
"Then what?
"Well, I just don't want her to get mixed up in guys like you!" replied Gumshoe, got of the car and left. I guess I better get home now and get my head straight.
Edgeworth returned to his home. His car parked in his garage, he decided to have yet another cup of tea. He sat down and looked out his window, into the garden. "Franziska," he said "I wish you were here..." If Franziska was here with me, my world, my life would be perfect. I wouldn't have Cecilia asking me out or masses of girls "frothing" over me. It would be perfect. If only I wasn't her "older brother" He put down his cup of tea. Walked over to one of the many boxes that was still needed to be unpacked. And he pulled out a small box of the colour white; he opened it and inside there were some photos. Edgeworth looked out these photos. They were of him and Franziska as they were growing up. And in each one Franziska was smiling. That's why he loved her. For her smile. Everytime he saw her smile his life became a little better and that horrible nightmare slowly disappeared. Edgeworth's eyes began to water. He remebered her face just before he turned away and left. I can't go on like this! I must, I must take my mind off her...
He walked into the lounge, turned the television on and clung onto his cute teddy (given to him by Franziska when he was little) and soon time just flew by. Until.
*Ding-dong* the doorbell went. Making Egdeworth jump. He put "Franny" (the name of the teddy) away and into the nearest drawer. He walked over to the door and opened it, there she was, Cecilia; with a angry look on her face and her hands on her hips.
"Why didn't you come and pick me up?!" asked Cecilia. "It's 9'o'clock!" Strange, what happened to Gumshoe? And the others she asked out?" thought Edgeworth. Before he could answer Ceclia began to talk again. "Well, considering you are soo handsome, I can forgive you!" she put on a little smile grabbed Egdeworth's wrist and dragged him out to his garage. "Go on then, where are you going to take me tonight?" she asked.
"Where do want to go?" asked Edgeworth nervously, does she not realise I don't want to go out with her?!
"My place?" suggested Cecilia, making Edgeworth feel even more nervous, they got into the car together and Edgeworth began to drive to her place (with the help of his SatNav) as slow as possible. He had a bad feeling bout tonight...
Franziska began preparing her first case. It was obvious that she was definitely going to get to be a prosecutor. Afterall, she was a "Von Karma" First case was way to easy. But she was given it to "start her off" a man was murdered, the accused was "in the toilet at the time" but that was a lie and a witness saw her comitting the crime. She was obviously guilty. It was one week away. The same date as Edgeworth's first case. Unlike Edgeworth she was not in a date with a crazy phycho but setting up her knew office. She had hired some decorators but couldn't decide what colour was best. What colour would be perfect. She looked through the book containing all the different colours. She looked thorough it all the blues, yellows, purples, greens and then the red. On the red page there were all different shades, one was pink. That pink reminded her of Edgeworth and so she picked that colour. I am not picking this colour because I like Edgeworth, rather the opposite. It's to remind me how much I hate him. How I must become so famous that I can rub it in his face and prove to him that "the little girl he left behind" was not little and was better than him, better than what he could ever be and~ Her thoughts were interupted,
"Excuse me miss" asked one of the decorators, *whip* the man was shocked, "no need to get angry missy, just returning you to the land of the living" *whip* "What's with all the whipping?"
"I don't like those who interupt me!" replied Franziska *whip* "I don't like those who question my actions!" *whip* "and I hate comments of no importance!" *whip* There! All that whipping should have sorted him out! Huh? Franziska looked at him, and he was still smiling. She hadn't phased him.
"Ha! You're a fiesty one!" replied the man, she lifted her whip but then the man her hand. There was something about this man that Franziska "liked" she had never felt liked that (with Edgeworth she only felt as if he was a brother) but this was different. Any other man/woman she would shook their hand away and whipped away but this time she lowered her whip and looked at this stranger. He was tall, had green, mystical eyes and jet black hair.
"I'm Zach, Zach Vonade" he said, letting go of her hand. "And what's your name little miss?"
"I am Franziska Von Karma" she replied proudly with her head up high
"A Von Karma, eh?" replied the man, "you must be proud to be a Von Karma!"
I'm starting to like this guy, I think he's getting on my good side...
"So Miss Franziska, thirsty?" asked Zach
"Thirsty?" replied Franziska Why would he want to know why I'm thirsty? Does he want to make me a drink? Why on earth would Zach want to do that Franziska's experience with men was very little, she never lied a guy or anybody in fact - she only liked Edgeworth, but he was gone now.
"Yes, thirsty? Would you like a drink?" asked Zach.
"I know what thirsty means!" replied Franziska, "and yes I am. I would love a drink."
"Come with me then miss," said Zach. He picked up her hand and Franziska did not pull her hand back, she held his hand back. Finally I have found the man of my dreams....

Both Franziska and Zach left the building and went to a nearby cafe together, hand in hand and both with smiles on their faces. I can't beleive it. I'm happy. Ever since the fool left me I haven't been this happy. No, this isn't simple happy. Like how I am happy when I unleash my whip. This is different. It's almost, no. Don't worry. That can't be true. Though I am truly happy when I am around Zach The two sat down at a table for two. The one next to window and she looked into his eyes, that's why she thought that. I think. I think that I actually love him
"So Miss Von Karma what would you like to eat? And also what would you like to drink?" asked Zach standing up and taking out his wallet. Franziska told him what she wanted but then she stood up.
"I can't let you pay, please. I can't accept your money. Make me pay." insisted Franziska. She looked at Zach who was just smiling at her; just like earlier. He laughed.
"Okey then, you can pay." replied Zach still smiling as much as ever. What is he thinking? I mean seriously. I couldn't of let him pay. Does he think I'm poor? Does he think that I don't have the money to pay? Impossible! I am Franziska Von Karma. Daughter of the Manfred Von Karma; ace prosecutor. I'll show him how much money I have she reached into her handbag and took out a polka dot purse and opened it letting Zach see. She lifted her head in pride and closed her eyes. There! That prooves how not poor I am! but then she opened her eyes. Looked back down, into her little purse. Empty. Franziska was startled. Why? Why is there no money in there. No, I have just made a fool of myself. He hates me. I know it. Nobody likes a fool. And that's what I just was. A fool. She lowered her head in shame and put her purse away ready to leave. But then.
"Where are you going?" asked Zach completely confused by Franziska's behaviour. "So, you didn't expect to be going out today. I don't expect you to have money on you. As for me I am ready for anything. I was even ready for your stunning beauty; which is more than I expected." Franziska blushed and was also surprised. She lifted her head. He was smiling at her. And so she sat down. He went and bought what they wanted and returned.
"Do you have to be ready for anything?" asked Franziska.
"I want my day to be perfect." replied Zach. The word perfect sunk into her mind. I am perfect yet I was not even ready for this. How can I be a prosecutor? If I don't expect or be ready for anything! I am over-reacting. It is just one mistake. No one knows. I can start a fresh, become the most perfect perfect person with Zach she smiled at him.
And so the two of them spoke. They spoke for a long time until she asked that question...
Edgeworth sat in the car. Driving, not fast but as slow as possible but not as slow to let crazy Cecilia realise that. But Unfortunately, for Edgeworth, they eventually arrived. He parked the car outside the house. It was jeweller's place. The two of them got out of the car. If only she was here, but I can anything that she has already forgotten about me. But no matter how much I mus forget her, I can't be with this crazy women~ Edgeworth was dragged out of the car and they went in through the side door. It was dark in the house.
Cecilia went first. She disappeared into the darkness. If I want I could run. She's gone inside, just run to the car Edgeworth and go. Who knows what she is up to. But then I'll see her at the office. Who knows? She'll just drag me away just like today. I guess. I guess I have no escape...
Edgeworth walked into the house blindly but then "Ah!" screamed Edgeworth as he heard the door close, someone grab his arms and tie his hands up and before he could say anymore he heard a voice.
"Don't speak, or else..." said Cecilia. But there was a different tone, it wasn't like she was before. Before her voice was timid, dim and soft but now it was still Cecilia but as if a demon took over. But Edgeworth didn't speak. Someone else was there though. He could tell. Because one person was guiding him through the darkness but another was blinding him. No one could those two things at once could they? Unfortuately he was now blinded and being guided to a unknown place...
The two of them talked. They talked about all sorts of things, food, law, animals and even the sun as it began to set.
"Don't you think the sun is beautiful?" asked Franziska.
"Yes, it is almost as beautiful as you" replied Zach, looking at the window and at the sky. Seeing all the beautiful colours. Red, pink, yellow and orange. Both of them looked at it together.
"Gosh!" cried Franziska. "Look at the time, we've been here for ages!"
"Is that a problem?" asked Zach
"No, I've had a great day. I wish it lasted forever" replied Franziska. Smiling back at him. Unbelievably she had not used her whip once. Nope. Not at all; excluding when she first met Zach. "I wish I could find out more about you."
"What would you like to know?" asked Zach.
"Umm, your age?" asked Franziska. Then she realised something Something terrible. She was only thirteen. what if he's way older than me? He will feel sick when he finds out. But maybe it doesn't matter. I am mature afterall and it's Zach we're talking about.
"I am twenty, what about you Franny?" replied Zach to her horror but she thought all would be find, he would understand. He was so kind; she couldnt imagine him being horrible
"Um," began Franziska nervously. stop being so worried! Don't be nervous. All will be fine! she straightened her back, looked into Zach's eyes and said "thirteen. I am thirteen." no Zach's smile disappeared. It changed into a look of disgust and horror. He changed, stopped being kind and gentle; she could see it. It was obvious.
"Everything's ok?" asked Franziska. Though she knew the answer and that it would be.
"No, no." replied Zach shaking his head and then he looked up at Franziska, "no!" He stood, looked at her in discuss. Shook his head and turned. He was disgusted in himself, felt like a perv, interested in her, a thirteen year old girl.
"Goodbye," said Zach and went to the door and before he left completely he uttered two words, "little girl."
Those words stuck in her mind, little girl am I too young to be a prosecutor, am I still just a child? Zach had gone by now, most likely forever. She picked up her stuff and left.
Light. That's what returned to Edgeworth. The blindfold was lifted. By now he was sure that there were two people. Sadly all he saw was Cecilia. The other person was a girl; he heard her voice - sweet.That's how he would describe it. Sweet, nnocent and heavenly but all he got was a smal glimpse. Black hair. That's all he saw. A bit of her hair. However. Edgeworth looked around and to his surprise Gumshoe was there! Also tied up in chair just like he.
"What do you want Cecilia?" asked Edgeworth calmly, not letting his guard down.
"Stop calling me Cecilia," she replied, "that's not my name."
"Then what is your name?"
"Dahlia. Dahlia Hawthorne" she replied, then she lloked him in the eyes. "I need you."

Franziska: age 7
Edgeworth: age 14
Date: 14th Feburary
The day has come round again, Valentine's day.Edgeworth got out of bed, went over to the window and opened it, letting in all the beautiful light hopefully today I will get a Valentine's Edgeworth then got changed into his uniform. Long white socks, pretty red bow tie. Clean white shirt and today he thought instead of his usual black trousers and blazer, why not a pink? So he looked in his wardrobe and pulled out a pink blazer and pair of pink trousers; afterall it was Valentine's day.
Then Edgeworth waked into the dining room for breakfast
*Yawn* Franziska stretched her arms out wide. And got out of bed. No. Valentine's day. The worst day of the year.Well better get ready for school. She got changed into her usual uniform and headed downstairs. To have breakfast.
When she sat down at the table to her surprise Edgeworth was dressed in pink.
"Edgy, why are you dressed in pink?" asked Franziska.
"Well, it is Valentine's day, right?" replied Edgeworth smiling.
"I hate Valentine's day!" replied Franziska and began to eat her breakfast.
"Why?" asked Edgeworth confused and puzzled
"Remember?" replied Franziska. Doesn't he remember! It was the talk of the school last year... The easter incident. The same thing could happen again this year! She looked at Edgeworth as he thought about last year. He frowned.
"Yes I remember." he said. And the two of them silently ate until it was time to go to school together.

Soon they reached school. And both of them went into their seperate classes.

Edgeworth sat in his seat and looked around. Every other kid was chatting with their mates, no one sitting down ready to learn like Edgeworth. Unfortunately Egdworth did not have friends, they were a "distraction to education" as Manfred Von Karma told him. The same went for Franziska. Usually no one payed attention to Edgeworth but today they did.
Three boys walked up to him. And they pointed and laughed at him.
"Please stop the annoying laughter," asked Egdeworth. Keeping calm Why on earth are they laughing at me?
"we...can't...stop...laughing!" one of the boys said, and in between each pause.
"Why?" asked Edgeworth.
"Your clothes!" cried the other boy, poking at his pink blazer.
"What's wrong with that? What's wrong with my clothes?" Egdeworth said.
"They're pink!" the three said in chorus, laughed and walked away.
Edgeworth looked at himself. Is there something wrong with pink?
Throughout the day people sneered and whispered. Edgeworth could hardly take it ad then it was the lesson before lunch.
"Happy Valentine's day children!" cried the teacher as she walked into the room, "today going to be a great lesson, everyone should have in front of them a box, some card, feltip pens and some scissors. Now make a box with your name on it and then cut a hol in top big enough for a card to post though and also make a Valentine's card for your Valentine. Begin!"
Everyone started with their post box. Each one crudely made except Edgeworth's. All sweet and hung at their desks. Then they began on their Valentine's cards. Everyone seemed to know who was thei Valentine but Edgeworth didn't. Who could be my Valentine? I know, maybe I'll give one to Mel? Mel was the most popular girl in the class, athletic, smart and looked great with her sweet eyes and long brown curls that went down to her hips.
"Time's up children!" called the teacher. Everyone was ready. "Now post your card into your Valentine's post box, go!"
All the people in the class, stood with their cards and scrurried round the classroom; including Edgeworth. Edgeworth went over to Mel - he wasn't the only one, of course. Lots of people went over there, he tried to get to the box but couldn't, he was pushed away. Again and again. By the timw he got to the box everyone had returned to their seat. He was the only one stood up. He place it in. Mel looked him in the eyes.
"Happy Valentine's day Mel." said Edgeworth and before he turned away, Mel. She laughed and then the whole class laughed him as he shamefully walked to his seat and sat down with his face the same colour as his little bow tie.
"Now children you may open you postbox and see how many Valentine cards you got. Then I will call your name out and the one with the most get's this, a beautiful heart shaped badge.
Edgeworth opened his box, an tipped it upside down. Nothing. He looked around the classroom and everyone had at least two or three. Mel had about ten. The teacher began to call out names, he was dreading to here his name but sadly it was called.
"Miles Edgeworth," said the teacher.
"None miss" replied Edgeworth and looked down at the desk.
"Are you sure? You must of got at least one!" said the teacher Am I really this unloved?
"I didn't get one miss," replied Edgeworth as tears began to come to Edgeworth's eyes. And to make things worse the teacher didn't seem to care. And every pupil laughed. I can't take it! Edgeworth clenhed his fists, stood and walked out of the classroom and what did the students do? Laugh even louder.
Once out of the classroom he ran. All the way to the front door. Where he saw Franziska.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
1 hour ago...
Franziska. She walked into the classroom disgusted by by the others. Ugh! I'd hate to get a card from them. All of them, immature, pathetic cry-babies. Please let there not be a repition of last year Franziska sighed as she walked to her seat. Everyone seemed so excited.
"So, Franny, who's your Valentine?" asked a curious girl who loved to gossip.
"Yes tell us!" said another
"Please! We won't tell anyone, promise." cried another girl.
In Fraziska's class, she was the most popular one, the one everyone liked. The one whom every girl wanted to be like and the one who every boy seemed to love.
"I don't want Valentine's this year." replied Franziska. The other three girls sighed.
"There must be someone!" moaned one girl.
"C'mon! Tell us!" cried another
"Your lying, there must be someone!" said the third.
"Go away! Please." replied Franziska and the three girl walked over to their seats.
Just like Edgworth's class their class did the same. Though Franziska hard tried making a good postbox. She got her pen and wrote "Franziska Von Karma" then cut a hole in the top. Done.
Then, again like Edgeworth's class, everyone wandered round - except Franziska who didn't bother making a card. Many people crowded round and she didn't just get cards, she got presents too. Small teddies, even roses and chocolates. She hated it.
It wasn't that she was selfish and liked to push people away. It was what happened a year ago, last easter. Since then she didn't like recieving gifts.
Franziska won the prize of most-loved. She was given a box of heart-shaped chocolates. It disgused her the most. She picked it up and left the classroom. Everyone silenced and was in shock.
She walked out and headed to the front door. The bells going to go soon, then I can tell Edgeworth what happened. I wonder how his Valentine's day was... Then she looked down the corridor. She saw Edgeworth running, bright red and eyes watering. He ran and stopped at the front door. He realised Franziska was there and asked,
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here because~" she looked at Edgeworth's face and felt sorry for him, she needed to find out what on earth was up. "I got you these." She held up the box of heart shaped chocolates and gave them to Edgeworth. "Tell me what's wrong?"
Edgeworth told her the story. And then she realised that a box of heart-shaped chocolates could not heal the pain.
She looked at Edgeworth and left the building. Leaving Edgworth in confusion
I bet even Franziska thinks I'm a loser. but the he looked at the box of heart-shaped chocolates no she doesn't. I want Franziska to be my Valentine. Even if she is only seven. Does age matter, when everyone your age laugh at you? Makes fun of the way you dress? And the only person left in the world who cares about you is that seven-year old girl? Who would be your Valentine? The girl who laughed at you? Or the girl who got you a box of heart-shaped chocolates and listened to you and cared about you? I know I'll get her something, something she'll love.
The bell went for lunch and Edgeworth left school for a bit. Due to the fact his guardian and Franziska's dad was unbeatable prosecutor they left school at lunch time. They said that school dinners were not good and they did not like packed-lunches.
And so Edgeworth got out his wallet with money inside which would usual be for lunch but today he thought he'd spend it on Franziska's presents.
He turned the street corner which lead him to another street full of shops and in eah shop there was a sign saying stuff like "Valentine's Special offer!" and things like that.
He walked into each store and couldn't find anything! Nothing seemed "perfect" enough for her. After the easter incident he couldn't get any "traditional" Valetine's gifts. It had to amazing, original and something she could keep forever.
He had walked into the last store of the street. A supermarket. He wandered round and then he realised the perfect gift!
He picked up and bought all he needed and quickly left. And then he returned to school.
I know that she'll love it
He saw Franziska at the door and she seemed very surprised by the amount of bags Edgeworth was holding.
She herslef was holding a gift. Wrapped in pink paper with a bow on the top,
"Here," she said handing out the gift to Edgeworth but to her dismay he pushed it away.
"Don't give it to me now, wait until afterschool. I have a treat for you!" said Edgeworth. The bel rung and the two of them went off to their last lesson. Happy as can be..
Franziska went to her classroom and place Edgeworth's present on her desk.
"So, who is this for?" said one girl - the one from earlier.
"None of your business!" replied Franziska.
"Tell me!" said one girl and then she quickly picked up the box and waved it in the air, "or I won't give it back!"
"I'm not going to tell you! And you are going to give it back!" cried Franziska as she stood up. She was a lot taller than the other girl. "Give it!"
"Or else what?" said the girl.
"Last chance!" said Franziska.
"Just tell me!" she replied. Franziska then left the room for a moment and then soon returned.
"Hello, please give that back to my sister." said a even taller girl. Franziska's sister. Tall and strong. She walked over to the little girl. That girl dropped Franziska's present and ran. Ran to the other side of the room. Unfortunately Franziska's gift fell out of it's box. "Franny, why are you giving someone that?" she asked holding it up in front of Franziska.
"It is perfect for him and suits him perfectly!" cried Franziska, she grabbed it off her sister and reurned it to the box. "Anyway, thank you. Thank you sis."
"No problem" replied Franziska's sister. "I'm always here for you, ok?"
"Promise?" asked Franziska.
"I promise." she replied. And then she left.
Edgeworth went to his seat. Dumped hid carrier bags on the floor and place on his desk the lovely box of heart-shaped chocolates from Franziska. He looked at all the different chocolates. White, dark and milk. Caramel, fruit and nut. He didn't know where to start. But suddenly someone took one, and another person took one. But before he knew it they were all nearly gone!
Edgeworth looked up. The three boys from earlier were scoffing their faces with his chocolates!
"Oi! They're mine. Why did you start eating them?" Edgeworth demanded an answer.
"Well, they're not yours. No one would give you Valentine's chocolates!" snorted one boy, spitting chocolate at Edgeworth's face. Then they began to look through Edgeworth's carrier bags. Making Edgeworth angry. I have to show them, that they can't mess with me. Miles Edgeworth
Edgeworth stood. Went over to one of the three boys and punched him in the face! He kicked the other! And then elbowed the third!
People began to gather round and chant "Fight! Fight! Fight!" they cried as through Edgeworth's anger he began to hit them more. By the time the teacher stopped them, the three boys had cuts and bruises. Edgeworth picked up all his stuff and was sent out to "calm down"
There! They'll never mess with me! They deserved it. They ate Franziska's heart-shaped chocolates she gave me. And going through my stuff. Edgeworth stood out there for the rest of the day. Until the bell went.
Fortunately for Edgeworth the principal wasn't in so he didn't get in trouble or else the school would have to talk to Manfred Von Karma.
The bell went and Franziska met Edgeworth at the front door. She noticed there was a cut on Edgeworth's face. What has he been up to?
"What happened?" She asked and then she got a tissue out and wiped the blood away.
"Some boys in my class, they stole and ate the chocolates you gave me," replied Edgeworth who looked glum.
"Cheer up!" said Franziska, "so then, what's this treat?" Edgeworth's face lit up.
"Come with me." said Edgeworth and led Franziska somewhere.
I wonder where he's taking me. Oh! I can't wait and then I can give him his gift once I recieve the gift from him.
They headed off and soon arrived at a lovely park, with a lake and some wood. It was so peacful and nice.
They went to the lakeside. what a beautiful view
Good she's smiling Edgeworth pulled out from one of the carrier bags a very large blanket for them to sit on and some food and drink and chocolates.
"I present you with a picnic at the lakeside," said Edgeworth smiling at Franziska who smiled back.
"Thank you so much for the gift." replied Franziska, "it's the best gift I could ask for!"
"And this," he pulled out a very small box and opened it, the piece of jewelery glittered in the sunlight. Franziska was shocked.
"This is for me?" asked Franziska taking it out and looking at it.
"Yes." replied Edgeworth, "do you accept?"
"Yes," Franziska gave Edgeworth a big hug, "could you help me put it on?"
"Of course." replied Edgeworth. "I'm glad you love it. Once I saw these earings they match you perfectly. Though I had to get money out of account to get it."
He helped her put on the earings. Then Franziska got out her gift. She took it out and showed it to him.
"A bib?" asked Edgeworth, but Franziska just laughed.
"No! A cravat, just like fathers. It'll suit you perfectly!" replied Franziska. Edgeworth put it on and then saw a stranger walk pass.
"Excuse me!" cried Edgeworth, making the stranger look, "yes you! Could you do me a favour?"
"Um, of course." replied the stranger. "What is it?"
Edgewprth reched into his carrier bag and pulled out a camera. "Take a picture of me and Franziska. Please?" He handed the stranger the camera who agreed to this. He sat down on the blanket, put his arm round Franziska and smiled.
"I love you" said Edgeworth,
"What?" Franziska said, who hadn't heard.
"I said say cheese!" replied Edgeworth confused with that small outburst. The stranger took the photo and returned the camera. "I'll keep this photo."
"But I want it!" cried Franziska. "Please?"
"I'll give it to you if I ever leave so you can always remember me."
"Like you going to leave me!" The two of them laughed. And chat and ate and drank until it was time to go home.
"This has been the greatest Valentine's day ever!" said Franziska.
"Yes it has," replied Edgeworth putting his arm round her.
I will never forget this day Franziska. Because this is the day I think I fell in love with you...

Dahlia

Franziska returned to her home, she was confused and didn't understand why Zach left. She went to her room and sat down on her bed, then took a deep sigh. Does age matter? Just because there's a age difference doesn't mean we can't be in love. But did he love me? Was I really in love with him? I'm so confused. I wish I ha someone to talk to. I know! Fanziska put her bag down and left the room. She went to Edgeworth's old room. Again, she forgot that Edgeworth was gone. She barged in the room.
"Edgey! I need to talk to you..." she looked around. She remembered that Edgeworth left her "Great, I've been a fool. Again." She then sat on Edgeworth's old bed and looked at the photo. It was taken on Valentine's day. When she gave Edgeworth his cravat and she got the best Valentine's gift ever. Edgeworth didn't care about age. He was fourteen and I was seven. Why did Zach care about age? Then she remebered what her sister aways used to tell her. "Those who mind don't matter and those who don't mind do" was what her sister always said, it helped Franziska a lot even now. She returned to her room and slumped onto her bed.
"I wonder, what is Edgeworth doing right now?" Franziska asked herself, then she thought about the possibilities. Edgeworth meeting another woman, Egdeworth holding the hand of another woman, Edgeworth hugging another woman, Edgeworth kissing another woman and so on. Franziska boiled in anger, pulled out her whip and whpped the wall.
"Take that!" she cried, then after her sudden burst, slowly returned to a calm state of mind. What on earth am I doing? Why am I so jealous of the foolish, idiotic man, Edgeworth?! I'm losing it.
"Calm down Franziska," she told herself, "why are you getting jealous, so what if he's found someone? Why should you care?" then she thought about things, do I love Edgeworth? This was the first time she had ever thought about her and Edgeworth being together in that way.
"No!" she whispered to herself, "I don't love Edgeworth and never will! Neither will he ever love me!" she then closed her eyes and thought about how to get Edgeworth out of her mind. Forever. I know, I should look for advice. From her. She knows what to do. She always knows what to do. She grabbed her bag and left, little did she know what awaited her at her sister's manor.
"You're the witness for my case aren't you?" he asked, Dahlia Hawthorne, key witness to my case. Only problem is that she's suppose to be dead...
"Yeh I am and that's why I need you." she told Edgeworth, she walked over to the side of the room and pulled out a parasol, "you can't refuse, or else."
"She'll hit you with that parasol!" cried Gumshoe from the other side of the room, so he was here, but why would she need me and Gumshoe? Wait. Unless she needs a prosecutor and a detective He'd figured it out. She didn't want Gumshoe and Edgeworth specifically, she wanted the detective and prosecutor of the case she was involved in.
"Please, be quiet detective. You don't want to encourage her." said a sweet, angelic voice that would melt your heart at the sound of it. Gumshoe went silent. "Thank you."
Who is this other girl?
Then Dahlia pulled on the handle of her parasol it opened up, on the surface she looked angelic but underneath was a cold-hearted demon. Then she pulled on the handle again, revealing a blade that glittered in the light, this girl was serious and would do anything to get her way. What she wanted must of been important.
"What do you want?" asked Edgeworth, his voice sounded normal but inside he was trembling with fear, he thought of all the things she wanted. Every possibility and each ending wasn't good.
"I want," began Dahlia, she took a pause and tension built up. "I need you to get me~"
"Don't give her what she wants!" cried Gumshoe. Then Dahlia pulled the blad fully out from the parasol and swung round.
It cut Gumshoe, sliced his head off, blood dripping from him, Gumshoe crying in pain. Gumshoe would be dead; that's what would of happened to him if it wasn't for her. The other lady held Dahlia back and all Gumshoe got was a cut on his left cheek. "Give him a chance sis!" cried the other girl.
"Iris! Stop it, you're such a traitor!" cried Dahlia pushing her away. "I need this or else you don't want me to go to prison, do you?"
"No, but don't hurt him. No one deserves to be hurt. Please? And remembe you need him." asked Iris.
"Ok, I'm sorry, I forgot that that ignorent fool was important to me. Now back to Mr Edgeworth."

She soon arrived at her sister's manor. It was dark by now. She knew her sister's address but hardly visited. Franziska's father was angry with her, Franziska's sister had gotten married and had a child - she had decided not to keep her last name therefore Manfred Von Karma said to her "you are no longer a Von Karma - you have failed me you foolish fool! Get out."
She remembered that day, it was a sad day for her yet inside her she wanted to cling to her's leg and pull her away from the door and stop her from leaving but then her father would of been very dissapointed with her and Franziska would never want to hurt her father. That day I had a choice, my sister or my father and Edgeworth. I didn't pick her and ever since then I have not seen her. I hope she still likes me, afterall. She is the most perfect sister I could ask for
She walked up to the house, it was a small bungalow where her sister, her brother-in-law and her neice lived. She walked up to the front door. Something was wrong - she coud just sense it.
When Franziska knocked on the door, it just slowly opened to reveal the darkness of inside the silent home but Franziska was not one to be easily scared. However she clenched her whip tightly and was ready to whip any fool that stood in her way. She walked inside and saw something that would scar her for life...

Dahlia took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for my outburst, I just really need it and the sooner I get it the better." Dahlia then transformed into the innocent, angelic Cecilia she was pretending to be. "You will give me what I want, the easy way," she then smiled sweetly at Edgeworth. "Or the hard way," she then turned ad looked at Edgeworth with demonic eyes. She put her deadly parasol away. She had decided to try and get what she wanted the easy way and that's the way Edgeworth was planning to do aswell.
"What do you want?" asked Edgeworth.
"History. That's one of the things I need." replied Dahlia, "and innocence."