Chapter 1:
Ema was in her office early on Tuesday. As they always say, the early bird gets the worm – or snackoos. None of the other detectives had arrived yet. She sat there eating her snackoos and organizing her desk, as the first rays of light crept into the room. She positioned her Luminol Testing Fluid and fingerprint powder perfectly. She slid a case file onto the shelf beside her.
‘Another case finished,’ she thought and sighed. ‘I should get a raise for working with that glimmerous fop’.
The door opened behind her.
‘Speak of the devil,’ she muttered angrily. It was Klavier Gavin with his glistening chain and blonde hair. She turned back to her desk to see if she had any snackoos left to throw at him. Nope.
‘Fraulein?’ Klavier’s smooth voice said behind her.
‘Y-Yes, what is you glimmerous fop,’ she snapped, hastily stuffing her empty snackoo back into her bag.
‘I would like to thank you for helping me with the previous case although you did leak some information to the defence,’ he chuckled.
Ema spun around in her chair.
‘If you want me to say you welcome, you can for-‘
She stopped when Klavier suddenly gave her a peck on the cheek. She froze in her seat. Klavier quickly shielded his face as if he expected snackoos to be chucked at him but instead he received a light slap.
Although Ema had succeeded in what she wanted to do she stared down angrily at her hand for not hitting him harder. She saw Klavier rubbing the spot where he was hit but she knew that it didn’t really hurt.
‘Would you like to go to dinner tonight,’ he asked, smiling. ‘I’ll pick you up at 8, Fraulein’.
He was out of the building before she could respond.
Should I?
~~~
Ema was sitting on her bed, her blanket over her shoulders. She was in her favourite pink-stripy pyjamas. She was determined to stay in her apartment until morning. But she looked at her wardrobe longingly.
‘Should I change? No, it’s not like I’m going,’ she asked herself. ‘But I might look silly if I don’t’.
‘She finally came to a decision. ‘I’ll get three packets of snackoos from the kitchen!’
As she walked to the kitchen the dreadful knock came. Pretending she didn’t know who it was she cried out, ‘Who is it!’
‘Who do you think it is, Fraulein?’ Klavier said from behind the door.
Ema opened the door a squeak.
‘Go away,’ she hissed.
‘I brought snackoos,’ he said, holding up a packet of snackoos. ‘Mint flavour’.
‘M-Mint flavour!’ Ema cried, snatching the bag. In so doing, she left the door wide open and Klavier invited himself in.
‘Now, why are you still in your pyjamas?’ he said. He looked through her wardrobe. ‘This looks nice, wear it’.
‘I-I-I can’t!’ she stammered. ‘That belongs to Lana!’
‘Your sister won’t mind if you borrow it for the night,’ he said, shoving the dress into her hands and pushing her into the bathroom.
‘You know, just cause I’m putting this on doesn’t necessarily mean I’m going with you,’ Ema said. She opened and saw Klavier jump back in surprise. ‘I-Is it that bad?’
‘No, you look stunning,’ Klavier grinned. ‘Come along, Fraulein’.
‘W-Wait!’ she cried out as she was pulled by the rock-star prosecutor to the door.
‘Please come with me, Fraulein’.
Ema turned this over in her head.
‘Fine,’ she said. Klavier grinned.
But you better bring me coffee-flavoured snackoos next time.

Chapter 2:
Klavier walked Ema to his motorcycle, the hog. When she saw the thing she opened her mouth to protest but no sounds come out. Looking at the shiny, purple motorcycle made her nauseous although she was still standing on firm ground.
The rock star got onto his motorcycle, calling for the nervous detective to come. Ema took a clumsy step forward. ‘I-I-I c-can’t go o-on that thing!’ she shouted, staring at the polished purple vehicle.
Klavier led Ema by the hand to the hog. As soon as she realized they were holding hands she snatched it away. Reluctantly, she got on behind Klavier, TREMBLING. It was like she was getting on the most terrifying roller coaster in the world.]
‘You’re gonna have to hold onto my waist or my shoulders, Fraulein,’ he said as he started the engine.
‘There’s no way I’m gon-‘ She was cut off by the deafening engine. But she would’ve have stopped talking anyway as soon as she saw the road rolling beneath her. Now she clung onto Klavier for her dear life. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine the best thing possible. She pictured herself frolicking in a field full of snackoos. Suddenly Klavier voice butt in.
‘Fraulein are you alright?’ he asked over the deafening engine. ‘Your grip is a bit tight’.
‘I’ve come to a scientific explanation,’ Ema shouted. ‘I hate motorcycles!’
‘It’s alright Fraulein Detective,’ he said gently, stroking her hand. ‘We’re almost there’.
Ema wanted to snatch her hand away but two things blocked her way. First, letting go of him may be the cause of her death. Second, it felt kinda nice.
Finally, they arrived at a fancy restaurant with a not-so-fancy name, ‘Whale’s Stomach’. It was built by the seaside its entrance was decorated with a variety of beautiful shells.
‘Charming,’ Ema muttered as she clumsily got off the motorcycle, wobbling.
Klavier placed his hand on her shoulder. ‘Stop shivering, Fraulein’. He gave her one of his adorable smiles. Ema scowled. She hadn’t noticed that she was still trembling.
Once they entered the restaurant Klavier was surrounded by a crowd of fan girls and the occasional fan boy. Ema wasn’t too thrilled about this. She stood a little ways away from the crowd, tapping her foot. But suddenly it felt like it was the best day of her life when she saw...
‘MR. EDGEWORTH!’
Ema ran to him, knocking a waiter over in the process. She jumped up and down excitedly in front of him. Klavier called out for her but failed to catch her attention or break away from the barrier of screaming girls.
‘Uh, you must be Lana Skye’s younger sister,’ Edgeworth said, recognizing Ema’s pink glasses and the white lab coat draped over her shoulders.
‘Omigosh, omigosh, can I have your autograph,’ she said, holding out the fingerprint powder that he had given her during the case where Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth had saved her life. She carried it with her wherever she went. Ema had already gotten Phoenix’s signature on her luminol testing fluid.
Edgeworth smiled and signed the container elegantly – or in Ema’s case, scientifically. He looked across the room to where the famed rock-god stood surrounded by fans.
‘I see you’re on a date with the famed Klavier Gavin,’ he said.
‘A date!? Am I really on a date with that g-glimmerous fop?!’ Ema screamed in her head.
Turning her attention back to Edgeworth she managed to say a few words. ‘No. Date. Definitely. Not. Glimmerous. Fop. No’.
Edgeworth chuckled. ‘Well then, I’ll let you and Gavin go on with your not date,’ he said. ‘Goodbye Ema’. He walked out like a magician. Normally.
~~~
Klavier had finally broken away from the crowd and now he and Ema were being led to their special table. He really hoped Ema liked this. He fidgeted with the ring on his finger. He really, really, really hoped that Ema liked this.
The two were led onto a balcony that overlooked the sea where a table set for two waited patiently for the couple. The waiters placed fancy meals on the table. It all smelled and looked delicious and it tasted even better, but she wasn’t going to say anything to Klavier.
Ema started eating immediately. She drizzled a foreign sauce over her food which made it taste even better. Ema had finished her food very quickly.
While Ema ate, Klavier admired her flawless skin and silky hair. She was gorgeous even when she was angry or ate like a beast. Whenever she caught his stare he would look down quickly and fidget with his food.
The night sailed past quickly. Ema was delighted when she discovered that the desert would be snackoos. She was even more delighted when the waiter offered her a chocolate sauce to dip them in.
Ema watched the graceful waves as the waiters bustled around cleaning up the plates. She watched as the moon’s reflection broke by a bird that plummeted down into the water returning with its catch.
‘It’s beautiful,’ Klavier said gently.
‘Yeah it is,’ Ema replied.
‘How would you like to be part of the sea, Fraulein?’ Klavier said, his voice sounded like a stream. Smooth and gentle.
Ema looked into his soft blue eyes. She was at a loss for words.
‘Well, we should be getting back soon,’ he said smiling. ‘It’s late’.
They rode back to Ema’s apartment on the hog, Klavier’s hand over Ema’s. Her skin was warm and soft under his fingertips. Arriving back at Ema’s place, Klavier helped her off his motorcycle. She was still shaking but she didn’t seem as scared as before.
‘It’s goodbye for now, Fraulein Detective,’ he said. ‘And by the way you looked beautiful tonight’. Klavier gave Ema a brie kiss on the cheek, but Ema didn’t mind.
She quite liked it.

Chapter3:
It was Tuesday morning again and Ema was back in her office eating snackoos. The past week she had been spending more time with Klavier. Sometimes he would just invite her out to do normal stuff like coffee or lunch. She had to admit that he was pretty attractive but she wasn’t about to tell anybody that. He was still the glimmerous fop who destroyed Phoenix Wright’s career, although technically it was his brother, who had only given her a tou-
‘A new Blood Analysing Kit!’ she cried when she saw the package that had just arrived. The postman was trembling because the last time he had come with a package for Ema she had thrown snackoos at him. That Mike Meekins guy just freaked her out, especially when he yelled into his megaphone.
‘Thank you,’ Ema said coldly, taking the package and reading the tag. It was from Gavin. She looked up to see that Meekins still hadn’t left. ‘Why are you still here?’
‘M-Mr. Gavin requests your, uh, I’ll just go now?’ he said, handing Ema the case file. With that he exited the room – or rather ran away.
‘Another bloody crime,’ Ema said, packing her bag. And she wasn’t joking. The crime scene seemed to be covered with bllod which was probably why Klavier had sent her the kit. Ema wanted to arrive there early before the forensic team did.
The detective walked to the crime scene, brown leaves falling onto her shoulders. It was getting chilly but she didn’t want to replace her lab coat with a itchy sweater. She watched as some of the shops opened. They were still selling ‘Gavinners’ albums even though they had stopped playing ages ago. She bought herself four packets of snackoos on the way. Ema was thankful that the snackoos shop opened so early.
‘Now someone’s gone a painting spree,’ Ema muttered when she saw the scene. She began working at once but it wasn’t long before she heard the roar of an engine. Mr. Klavier Gavin was here.
‘Good Morning, Fraulein Detective,’ he said, giving Ema one of his devilishly charming smiles. Ema smiled back at him. For the past week she had started to like the man more and more.
‘He’s sweet and kinda attractive, so who wouldn’t like him,’ she thought. Suddenly something popped up in her head. ‘W-Wait...am I saying I l-like that glimmerous fop!’
She turned back to her work, her face reddening. She pulled her pink glasses down over her eyes in a pathetic attempt to hide her red face. Klavier squatted down next to her, noticing her blushing.
‘Would you like to go out and get coffee, Fraulein?’ Klavier said. ‘The forensic team should be here soon and I could get Dick Gumshoe to cover for you’.
‘S-Sure,’ Ema replied, packing up her things. ‘But we’re not going on that mons- vehicle’. Klavier nodded in response and so the two left the glistening, purple motorcycle at the entrance to the crime scene and walked down the brown leaf covered street.
~~~
Klavier managed to get two cups of coffee for free in exchange for an autograph. The salesgirl was so happy. Although Ema was probably blocks away she could swear that she could still hear her screaming, ‘I got Klavier’s autograph!’
Ema wiped the froth off her mouth and threw her empty cup in the trash can. She yawned, her eyes watering. She was rather tired after spending a whole night of sleep sorting out her snackoos into categories.
Suddenly a bike rushed past and knocked Ema to the ground, her bag spilling its contents. Then the bike rider rode away without even a sorry.
‘Do you want a dose of hydroxyacelunodosetrase spilled on your face,’ she shouted after the bicycle. ‘Do ya!’
‘Are you alright, Fraulein?’ Klavier asked, worried.
‘I’m fine,’ she answered, struggling to her feet.
‘Or not,’ Ema thought once she noticed the blood trickling down her leg. ‘Ouch, it stings’.
Klavier got down on his knees and examined the wound. He wiped away the blood with a handkerchief from his pocket.
‘You should be fine, Fraulein,’ Klavier said getting up. ‘But you should still wash it’.
‘And where am I gonna do that,’ Ema said, adjusting her glasses on the top of her head. ‘I’m way too far away from my apartment’.
‘You should come to my house, Fraulein,’ he suggested. ‘It’s quite close’.
Ema hesitated for a moment but soon agreed. Klavier helped her walk the few more streets to his so called house.
‘I-It’s not a house it’s...it’s...it’s a castle!’ Ema cried, pointing at the prosecutor’s home. The hedges that lined the path to the door were trimmed to the shape of the Gavinner’s G symbol. The door knob was also in the G shape.
‘Come in, Fraulein,’ Klavier said, holding the door open for the amazed detective to walk in. It was when she walked in that Ema discovered that the interior was better than the outside.
‘Wow,’ she said under her breath. ‘This place is so luxurious’.
Klavier led her into his bedroom, which was unlike all the other rooms. The bed was bigger than Ema’s own bedroom! Despite that fact, his bedroom was snug like a 5-year old’s room where they would hang their favourite things on all the walls. On the frame of a mirror hanging on the wall were pictures from Klavier’s childhood stuck on with tape. There was a picture of his brother, Kristoph, and him who seemed to be walking home from school and another of Klavier taking his first piano lessons. There was a far more recent photo of him and Ema at People Park near the river. He had taken that last Thursday when Klavier had asked her to go for a walk. She was smiling.
‘I’m gonna go out and get a band-aid and water,’ Klavier said. ‘Stay in here please’.
Once he was gone Ema looked through his belongings. She wasn’t exactly snooping; she could find some things out about a person scientifically by looking through their possessions. She found Klavier’s childhood journal. She flipped it open. It started around when he was ten. There was a flower stuck on the page.

28th March 2012
I’m feeling verii sad today. I gave Melna, the gurl I like, this flower. She reejekted me. I cried a litle bit but now I am just sad.

Underneath the picture was a lop-sided sad face. Ema closed the book and put it back where she found it, trying to hold in the laughs.
‘Looking through my things, are you,’ Klavier said, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Ema closed the cupboard with a loud bang.
‘I-I wasn’t looking through your stuff,’ Ema lied unconvincingly.
Klavier rolled his eyes and patted his bed. ‘Sit on the bed, Fraulein,’ he said, smiling.
Ema sat down on the purple bed. It was absolutely heavenly .The bed was so soft and comfortable that she felt like she could sink into it and lie there forever with a bag of snackoos. Her daydream was halted by a sting on her knee.
‘Ow,’ she said, looking down at her leg. Klavier had started cleaning it up. He dabbed a wet tissue at her wound causing Ema to wince in pain.
‘Does it hurt, fraulein?’ he asked, looking up and locking eyes with the hurt detective.
‘N-No,’ she lied, looking away. She had no intention of letting the glimmerous fop see her in pain. He had already seen the effect that his hog had on her.
Klavier cleaned up the injury a bit more before slapping a big band-aid on. He looked up to find Ema looking at the pictures on his mirror frame. He cocked his head to one side and asked her a question he knew would catch her off guard.
‘Do you likeme, Fraulein?’ he asked innocently.
Ema jumped at the question like he thought she would.
‘I-I, uh, like you,’ Ema said, looking down. ‘B-but, only because you win the cases I help solve, well, before you met that Justice kid’.
The prosecutor looked down and started cleaning up the mess he made. ‘Well, I like you a lot, Fraulein,’ he said very quietly. Ema only heard him faintly but was sure of what he said. She tried to ignore it.
‘You will be going home now, ja?’ Klavier said, giving her his winning smile.
Ema just nodded and followed clavier to the door. As she reached out for the strange shaped door knob but Klavier’s hand stopped her. He held her hand and kissed her like he did at the end of each of their meetings except this one was different. For the most part, it was planted on her lips not her cheek and it felt slightly more passionate. Before she knew it she was kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close. Suddenly she noticed what she was doing and who she was doing it with. She pulled away and rushed out the door, giving Klavier a small wave without looking at him. She caught a cab and was on her way home. The cabbie looked in the rear view mirror.
‘Are you alright, ma’am?’ he asked. ‘You’re red as a tomato!’
‘I-I’m fine,’ Ema answered quickly. She looked in the rear view mirror herself and saw Klavier waving. ‘Perfectly fine’.

Ahahahaha, Mike Meekins is nowz a postman from a bailiff from a security guard from a policeman X3