"Big brother...?" a little girl called out.

"Hm? Oh, Franziska. You need something?" Miles asked.

Franzy lightens up and smiles.

"Brother, take a break and let's play!" Franzy grins.

"I can't, Franziska. Uncle V-, I mean, father, wants me to read over these." Miles sighs.

"What's that? the trial records? ...If i can help you, will you be able to play with me...?" Franziska sadly asks.

"I think so. But you must finish with your studies first." Miles says.

"Ok. I'll do my best to help you, big brother!" Franziska smiles.

"MILES! FRANZISKA!" a loud thundering voice called.

"Y-yes, father?" Franziska stammers.

"How dare you disobey my orders and disturb Miles when I clearly told you not to, Fransika?!"

He slapped her cheek... Hard.

"B-but..." Franzy holds her stinging cheeck.

"You DARE answer back?! worthless fool!" Manfred Von Karma empties his glass of water by pouring it on Franziska.

"Father! Th-that's enough. I-i'll hurry up finishing the trial records. It wasn't her fault, I-i asked her to help me." Miles stammers in fright.

"HELP YOU?! how can SHE, a foolishly foolish little useless girl, ever help YOU?! Argh. Hurry up." Manfred says, leaving the room.

Franziska was sitting on the floor... staring after her "father".

"...Fran.. here." Miles tenderly helped her dry herself.

"..." Fran was staring at the reports on Miles' desk.

She wanted to help.

To make her father proud of her.

To hear her father say: "Good work, my daughter."

To even just acknowledge her as his own.

She wanted to see him smile at her...

And..

Miles... she wanted to be with him..

together, as partners...

in the court of law.

And the only way to do that...

is to be PERFECT.

"Miles Edgeworth. I'll do it myself. Finish your work. I have to do mine. Someday... someday... someday i promise you... I WILL be a prosecutor. The PERFCET prosecutor... that will surpass even YOU!" Franziska pointed at edgeworth.

With that, she stormed off the room. Feeling her cheek where her father slapped her. Making a promise to herself and edgeworth.. Leaving the life of having fun and enjoying.. Trust...love...what are those? She locked them all up. Never did she smile for real again. Her smiles...were smiles of pain. With that she aimed to be the perfect prosecutor.

So the next day, when Franzy went to her "super rich german school", where all the lessons where so hard, she stopped smiling...and started studying like crazy.

"Fran, want to go play?" Asked a friend.

"Leave me alone. I need to study." Franzy answered as she wrote on her textbook.

So for days, she studied so hard, becoming the top student in her whole level in a matter of weeks.

Report card day came, and Franzy was so happy (for the first time in awhile)

She got top marks in everything! She was the top student in her whole grade level of 280 kids!

She rushed home to show her father her card.

"Maybe... maybe now...He'll finally..." Franzy thought, smiling. She couldn't keep sill inside the car.

When she got home, She hurried to her father's office and was about to open the door knob when she realized...she knew better. She had to knock. She must be perfect. Stand up straight, chin up, walk with pride- like a Von Karma.

When she knocked,

a voice answered.

"Who is it?"

"It's Franziska, father." Franzsy tried to restrain her joy.

"Ah, i don't have time for you now. Go on, go play, i'm busy with Miles." Her father answered back.

The door remained shut.

"Miles, Miles, Miles... always Miles!" Franzy thought.

"But... Father is right. I am still useless. While brother...no, Miles... he is still better than me in many ways. I must...surpass him..." She thought. She was determined to wait for her father until he went out.

She sat outside the office door until she fell asleep.

Miles came out, and noticed her sleeping.

Miles smiled a little smile and noticed that she was carrying a card.

He opened it and he saw her amazing grades...all perfect marks. He never even got to achieve that.

"She...must be working hard... but... a life of being a Von Karma... is something I don't want for her.." Miles frowns.

He picks her up "bridal style" and carries her to her room.

"Huh...? ah...bro- Miles Edgeworth...! He-hey...put me down! I need to go see father! hey!" Franzy woke up and was trying to squirm out of Miles' arms, blushing.

"Go to sleep. ...Father's... busy. He requested me to put you to bed. You can show him your report car tomorrow." Miles said.

"...You saw...?" Franzy asked.

"Yes. Great job, Fran. I never even got those kind of grades."

"Great job? GREAT JOB, you say? Hah! A worthless piece of foolish trash! I don't need to set my perfect eyes on useless trash like that!" Manfred laughs, as he walks on the hallway.

"That's why i said you should wait till tomorrow, Fran..." Miles thought in his head.

"I knew it..." Franzy thought.

"I must... be perfect...far above normal. AS a Von Karma." She thought.

She got Miles to put her down, and stood up straight, chin up. And..she tore her report card in front of Miles and her father.

"This is nothing, Just you wait..." She smiled evily.

With this she laughed, turned back, and walked to her room.

When she got to her room, she was still laughing...but it was fading. She locked her dor and slumped back on it.

She sat slumped on her bedroom door, looking at her teared report card...

as tears fell on the carpet.

Three more years have passed, and Franziska is now 8 years, old. Even though she is just 8, She can already understand everything there is to know about trials and courts, and of course, about prosecuting. edgey is now 14..

Franzy was in her room, re-reading the court records from the trial that her father handled yesterday.

Without her father knowing, she took them from his office and brought them back to her room.

"Stupid defense attorney. He should have presented that evidence here! He would've won. Fool." Franzy said out loud, shaking her head sidewards in complete disapproval.

"Fran, you're getting father's records again." a voice said.

Franzy jumped from her seat and turned to the direction of the voice.

"Miles Edgeworth, how many times have I told you not to call me that." Franzy crossed her arms and glared at him.

"You've changed a lot...Fran... where's the little sister that gave me so much light and hope with her laughter? You used to be my inspiration. You showed me that life has it's good side despite the bad..." Edgeworth thought.

"Yes, Franziska, how many times have you told me that? Anyway, that attorney was foolish, was he not?" Miles said.

"Yes, a foolishly foolish fool. Had he presented that evidence here, and had he NOT askd the defendant that question, he would've won." Franzy grunted.

" ! I didn't even think of that... You really are... a Von Karma. you must be working hard... but, you shouldn't be...Don't get yourself into this life... please." edgeworth sadly thought.

A sound of someone clapping loudly was heard.

"Bravo."

Miles and Franziska were wide eyed.

"F-father!" Miles said.

"Franziska, truly, you are worthy a a Von Karma! Have you decided to be a prosecutor, then, my dear?" He smled smugly.

"Yes, Father." Fran tried to hide her happiness. She was overflowing with joy. for 3 years she worked heard, and now her father is acknowledging her!

"Well, tomorrow I shall take you to work, to let you see the world of the court. I will train you , and you will be a child prodigy!" Manfred proclaimed.

"Yes...father." Franziska curtseyed.

"N-No! No! I will not allow it!"

"M-Miles!" Franzy was in shcok. Her brother... he... dared to destroy her dream?!"

Miles needed to think of something. and fast. He wouldn't dare let his siter know what he was thinking inside.

"I-I'm much better than her! Sh-she'll just lose to me! There's no point in making her a prosecutor when she won't be at the top because I will!" Miles shouted.

"Miles Edgeworth... you... you will regret saying that. i WILL beat you, I am a perfect Von Karma, everything I do is PERFECT. I will see you in court someday, I will surpass you. NO MATTER WHAT!" Franziska shouted.

With that, she left her room and stormed off to the garden.

"..."

"Ha. ha. ha. You're finally a Von Karma, Miles. You lacked... pride, all these years, that's the only thing I couldn't teach you- pride. But now I see you have ton of it! You are now a Von Karma! Don't worry, franziska will never be able to surpass you, I just want to play with her for awhile... I want to see if she CAN become a prodigy. If she doesn't live up to the Von Karma name... well, her punishment will be the feeling of losing." With this, Manfred Von Karma keft the room, leaving Miles Edgeworth alone.

"Me...me and my...stupid pride...why...why can't I say anything right?" for the first time in many years... Miles Edgeworth...was crying.

"I'm losing...everyone I love...why... WHY?!" Miles punched the wall with his fist.

"I just...wanted to stop you...from entering this world...this cruel world... the world of prosecutors...I want you..to be happy...not...not like this...Franziska..."

Meanwhile, out in the garden...

"Fool! Edgeworth..is a fool! an...idiot! He was...never my brother! that... stupidly foolish idiot of a fool!" Franziska was clutching the edge of her dress angrily.

"You...will regret saying that. From now on..you are no longer my brother, Miles Edgeworth, You will regret...ever challenging me..."

Tears were falling, and she couldn't stop it.

She hated it.

They won't stop.

"You...I swear, You...will never make me cry, ever again." Franziska cried her last batch of tears, promising herself this was the last time...the last time that she would ever cry because of him.

at the same time, in Franziska's room...

"Fran..no, Franziska... you will..never make me cry, ever again." Miles promised himself as he wiped away the tears he cried.

Franzy is now 11, celevrating her 11th birthday at their villa. (a villa is a big house.) Edgey is now 17.

"Franziska, do you intend to stay locked up in here all day? It is your party going on down there, after all." Miles said as he entered the room.

"What's the foolish party for. I'm a Von Karma, I don't need parties. I don't have FUN." Franziska coldly replied as she re-read the trial records.

"It's a party for you, just this once, in many years, so that you'll have fun once in a while. Father's not here, come on..." Miles urged.

"He's not here...?" Franziska wondered.

"He left for america last night. Now come on!" Miles smiled as he grabbed franzy's hand and pulled her out of the room.

"Fran..no, Franziska... you will..never make me cry, ever again." Miles promised himself as he wiped away the tears he cried.