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I must limit my threds to only two.
EDIT: I wasn't getting enough reveiws for this to seem worthwile, so if you want to read my fanfictions, please find me under the same name on fanfiction.net, or be nice and review some more.
Well, as the cheezy poem said, I'll be posting all my fanfictions here from now on. I've put a short story of min on here as a oneshot, and "Rose Tinted Glasses" is complete, too. (I've changed the chapters round a bit - the update is chapter 6, for those who read it on it's origanal thred.) I hope to post more soon, and I'd be very grateful if you would post what you think of my work. Constructive critisism welcomed, please, of you think my work is a load of dog's doodle, keep it to yourself - post comments that will help me get better instead.
[NOTE: I've been missing from CR for quite a while. I'm really sorry, and I hope I haven't lost all my readers because of it.]
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The Struggles of Pearl Fey (oneshot)
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Nick/Maya, Nick/Iris at the beginning.
Description: Pearl goes slightly gaga in her attempts to bring Phoenix and Maya together. In their efforts to stop her, Maya finds that Pearl is not entirely wrong about Maya's feelings towards Pheonix. But does he feel the same way?
Spoiler:
"Hey Pearly!" said Maya. "Would you like to come to the cinema with me and Nick tonight? We were gunna see that new Samurai movie, and it seems pointless to go without you."
"I couldn't." replied Pearl, "It's wrong to barge in on a date. What would Mr. Nick say if he knew you'd invited me?"
I think he’d say it’s a wonderful idea, and that it’s not a “date”.” Said Phoenix himself, walking through the door.
“Mr Nick!” said Pearl, shocked. “How could you say such things to Mystic Maya?”
“Pearly!” said Maya sternly, “How many times do I have to tell you? Nick and I are NOT DATING!” Pearl knew. She knew that they were, and she would have to help them in their relationships, if it was the last thing she did.
That was how it all started. Phoenix and Maya found themselves in all kinds of unsettling situations, all Pearl’s doing.
Phoenix awoke one morning to find a big bunch of tulips at the end of his bed. Grumbling, and still half asleep, he read the tag. “To my special someone, love Mystic Maya.” In wonky handwriting. At the same time Maya received an identical bunch.
They met at the Wright and Co law offices to discuss the problem. “She just can’t get it into her head that we’re not together!” said Phoenix, annoyed. “We can’t tell her otherwise, because she’s still so emotional over the whole Morgan thing.”
“We could try faking a breakup, that might work.” Said Maya. “I mean - “ She paused. Phoenix’s phone had gone off. He looked at the caller ID.
“Sorry, hold that thought, would you? It’s Iris, she wants to see me.” And he hurried off.
“Oh, right... We’ll talk later then?” Called Maya after him. She was left alone in the office, wondering why she suddenly felt, marginally, put-out.
“Oh for goodness sake!” Said Phoenix, walking into the office and pulling down a banner saying “My dearest Nick, Maya” from the ceiling, the wonky handwriting that was obviously Pearl’s doing. “This is getting ridiculous!” He sat at his desk and opened the draw to get a pen out.
“What the-“ his favourite black fountain pen had changed dramatically from last time he used it. Bright pink feathers had been put all around the top, and a bobbing photo of Maya had been put on a spring surrounded by feathers, saying “my dearest” in Pearl’s writing. Phoenix sighed and took out a biro. Pearl was really getting on his nerves.
“Hey Nick!” Said Maya, coming into the room. “We never finished talking about what to do about Pearly.” She didn’t mention Iris, but she’d thought about it that night, and had concluded it was just annoyance that she’s been cut off in the middle of her sentence. “I’m not falling for Nick.” She said to herself, “And I’m not jealous of Iris either.”
“What d’you say?” Asked Phoenix, looking inquiringly at Maya. “I didn’t catch that last bit.”
“Nothing!” said Maya. “I’m just thinking about what to do about this Pearl situation, that’s all.”
“oh, right.” Said Phoenix. “Well I’m not sure what to do about it, that’s for certain. She’s full of fantasies, and I’m ashamed to say we’ve been encouraging them.” Phoenix scratched his chin, thinking. “If anything, she’s got to get out of the slapping habit, it’s going to get her into trouble in the future.”
“Yeah...” Sighed Maya. “We could fake a breakup.”
“But that would upset her further! I mean, come on. If she slaps me for even joking about your love of a burger, what’s she gunna do if I break up with you?”
Maya thought for a moment. He had a point. “Well... I could break up with you? Pearly wouldn’t slap me!”
Phoenix ran his hand through his hair. “Argh, this is so messed up! Why can’t she just accept the impossible? We would not, and could not date! I mean, look, I’m not saying we don’t make good friends, but lovers? No, I don’t think so.”
“Well...” Said Maya. “I wouldn’t say impossible...”
“Oh come on Maya, think about it. It could NEVER HAPPEN!” Maya didn’t reply, she was aware of tears welling in her eyes, she didn’t want Phoenix to see her, she wasn’t even sure why she was so upset, the one thing she didn’t want was Phoenix asking what was wrong.
“Maya, are those tears in your eyes? What’s wr-“ Maya fled from the room.
Maya wasn’t stupid. She knew the truth in front of her. She was in love with Phoenix. She couldn’t hide it much longer, looking at him and iris made her sick. Maya kept her distance from Phoenix, scared of what she was feeling. Meanwhile, Phoenix was spending increasing amounts of time with Iris. However, he didn’t spend so much time with iris he didn’t notice the change in Maya’s personality.
“What’s up Maya?” Asked Phoenix. “You seem so subdued recently. You didn’t even comment when I mentioned burgers earlier! That’s so not like you!”
“Well... I...” I what? She thought. I can’t bear the idea of eating with you not knowing how I feel? I needed time to think things over about this crazy new emotion? “I wasn’t hungry.”
“What!?” Yelped Phoenix, “The great Maya Fey, not hungry?” Maya didn’t laugh, she remained stony faced. It seemed so unlike her. Even though he was only joking, inside he was genuinely worried about her wellbeing. “Seriously, what’s up Maya? You barely laugh at my jokes anymore!”
In Maya’s head she could think of loads of witty comments. Loads of stabs at Phoenix’s joke-telling ability. But Maya’s throat was dry. She managed a week smile. “I’m fine. Just a bit worried about... Pearly. That’s all.”
“Me too.” Said Phoenix, fooled into thinking that was her real reason. “I think she’s got a little too emotional over my dating Iris. It must seem weird for her, me dating her half-sister.”
“Yeah, well she thinks you’ve been dating her cousin for the past three years, don’t forget.”
Just then Pearl walked into the room. “Hello, lovebirds!” She said, peeping through her fingers at them in that annoyingly cute way she always did. “Which one of you’ll be talking me back to Kurian village?”
“Oh, yeah! Sorry Pearls, that was me, I forgot!”
“Don’t worry Mr. Nick!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “That’s quite alright when you’re consumed with thoughts of Mystic Maya.” Phoenix sighed a deep sigh. “Pearls...” he started, reading to explain the I’m-with-Iris-and-not-Maya speech he’d explained so many times before to little Pearl. “You have to know that I’m not with Maya. We - ” Maya panicked. When she and Phoenix bluntly refused to “admit their love” as Pearl put it, Pearly was unswayed, sure they were just shy, but to tell her so kindly and maturely would scare little pearly, and her whole fantasy would be shattered.
“-Broke up!” Maya piped up. She might as well try. “I dumped him actually.” Said Maya, to a startled Pearl and Phoenix. “But it’s better this way, so don’t cry.”
“But - But-“ Pearl said, her lower lip trembling. She burst into tears, and ran from the room. Oops. So much for a clever plan.
“Oh for goodness sake, Maya, look what you’ve gone and done!” Moaned Phoenix.
“I had to do something, you were going to break her heart!”
“So you did it for me?” He finished, looking unimpressed.
“How was I suppose to judge her reaction any better than you!?” Yelped Maya, her voice rising. “I didn’t know!”
Phoenix ran his hand through his hair. He took a deep breath. “Carm down Maya. It’s nether our fault. I shouldn’t judge.” I’ll go and carm down Pearls. I dunno, I’ll say we were acting or something, then I’ll take her back to Kurian.”
“Yeah...” Said Maya, watching him go. He looked so relaxed in his old blue shirt and jeans, so different from work-Nick, so friendly, so perfect. Maya shook her head like a puppy getting water out its ears. He’s with Iris. Who wouldn’t be? She thought. I’m no competition. And she sat down, thinking, for the first time in her life, that she wished Pearl’s fantasies were true.
“Mystic Maya?” Asked Pearl, coming through the door, still looking tearful. “Why did you trick me? That’s not fair.” She looked angrily at Maya, then slapped Phoenix.
“Ouch! Pearls? What did I do?” he said, rubbing his face where a child-sized red handprint hand print had formed.
“You’re not treating Mystic Maya well enough if she has to pretend to break up with you.” She said, looking knowingly at Phoenix and Maya. “That’s why I set you up on a date. I made reservations at a noodle bar! A candlelit dinner for two!” Phoenix burst out laughing. Maya looked hopeful for a moment, but hid it quickly.
“That’s lovely Pearls, but I’m busy with Iris today.” He gazed hopelessly at Maya, as if to say that it was no-go.
“Erm, Nick, can I speak to you in private for a moment...?” Mumbled Maya.
“’Corse.” Said Phoenix, allowing himself to be pulled to a corner by Maya.
“I think we should go along with it. For Pearly’s sake.” And for mine. She added in her head.
“Well, Iris -“
“-Should understand.” Said Maya, cutting across, “She knows all about Pearly’s wild ideas.” After much persuading, Phoenix agreed. To him, it was just a trip to a restaurant with his friend. For Maya, it was a first date.
Maya sat on the couch in the office, her legs tucked up under her chin. Pearl was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her dolls; both were pretending they couldn’t hear the yelling going on in the next room.
“CAN’T YOU EVEN TRUST ME ANYMORE?” They heard phoenix yell into the phone. More buzzing on the other end. “... Fine. Ok... it’s for the best.” Then Phoenix hung up. He walked into the room where Maya and pearl sat dumbstruck. He looked pale. Paler than Maya had ever seen him before. He sat down on the couch and beckoned pearl to come and sit down with them.
“Mr. Nick?” Asked Pearl timidly, “Was Mystic Iris mad?” Phoenix sighed.
“Yes, but it’s alright.” He flashed Maya a look that clearly said “It’s more than that.” Maya flashed a look back. “Don’t tell her.” She nodded to Pearl, who was sucking her thumb.
“It’s my fault, isn’t it Mr. Nick?” She asked.
“No, of course not Pearls. Why don’t you go and draw?” She skipped off.
“So...” Maya asked, “What really happened? You can tell me Nick.”
“It’s over between me and Iris. She didn’t trust me, she didn’t seem to understand about... about...”
Maya looked at him sadly. His pale face looked back. It was one of the many fantastic things about him, he never cried, no matter how bad things got. Edgeworth had told her that even when she had been kidnapped, or when he fell of Dusty Bridge, his depression and deep sadness were obvious, but there were tears, even when he thought all hope was gone.
She had to tell him, she couldn’t hide it any longer. She hoped badly she wouldn’t scare him off. No, she thought, nothing could scare Nick off, he would stand by her no matter what. Well, she hoped so.
“Erm, Nick, recently I’ve - recently I’ve thought of you as more than a- more than a- a- more than just a friend. But I don’t want just be a rebound.” She looked at him. It didn’t seem possible for him to get any paler.
He stared at her. “Maya... all this time... I never knew... if you’d said... I’d never had... Iris... I just didn’t think...” Maya felt a jolt of electricity. She leaned in.
“Maya,” He said, “You could never be just a rebound.” And he kissed her.
THE END
"I couldn't." replied Pearl, "It's wrong to barge in on a date. What would Mr. Nick say if he knew you'd invited me?"
I think he’d say it’s a wonderful idea, and that it’s not a “date”.” Said Phoenix himself, walking through the door.
“Mr Nick!” said Pearl, shocked. “How could you say such things to Mystic Maya?”
“Pearly!” said Maya sternly, “How many times do I have to tell you? Nick and I are NOT DATING!” Pearl knew. She knew that they were, and she would have to help them in their relationships, if it was the last thing she did.
That was how it all started. Phoenix and Maya found themselves in all kinds of unsettling situations, all Pearl’s doing.
Phoenix awoke one morning to find a big bunch of tulips at the end of his bed. Grumbling, and still half asleep, he read the tag. “To my special someone, love Mystic Maya.” In wonky handwriting. At the same time Maya received an identical bunch.
They met at the Wright and Co law offices to discuss the problem. “She just can’t get it into her head that we’re not together!” said Phoenix, annoyed. “We can’t tell her otherwise, because she’s still so emotional over the whole Morgan thing.”
“We could try faking a breakup, that might work.” Said Maya. “I mean - “ She paused. Phoenix’s phone had gone off. He looked at the caller ID.
“Sorry, hold that thought, would you? It’s Iris, she wants to see me.” And he hurried off.
“Oh, right... We’ll talk later then?” Called Maya after him. She was left alone in the office, wondering why she suddenly felt, marginally, put-out.
“Oh for goodness sake!” Said Phoenix, walking into the office and pulling down a banner saying “My dearest Nick, Maya” from the ceiling, the wonky handwriting that was obviously Pearl’s doing. “This is getting ridiculous!” He sat at his desk and opened the draw to get a pen out.
“What the-“ his favourite black fountain pen had changed dramatically from last time he used it. Bright pink feathers had been put all around the top, and a bobbing photo of Maya had been put on a spring surrounded by feathers, saying “my dearest” in Pearl’s writing. Phoenix sighed and took out a biro. Pearl was really getting on his nerves.
“Hey Nick!” Said Maya, coming into the room. “We never finished talking about what to do about Pearly.” She didn’t mention Iris, but she’d thought about it that night, and had concluded it was just annoyance that she’s been cut off in the middle of her sentence. “I’m not falling for Nick.” She said to herself, “And I’m not jealous of Iris either.”
“What d’you say?” Asked Phoenix, looking inquiringly at Maya. “I didn’t catch that last bit.”
“Nothing!” said Maya. “I’m just thinking about what to do about this Pearl situation, that’s all.”
“oh, right.” Said Phoenix. “Well I’m not sure what to do about it, that’s for certain. She’s full of fantasies, and I’m ashamed to say we’ve been encouraging them.” Phoenix scratched his chin, thinking. “If anything, she’s got to get out of the slapping habit, it’s going to get her into trouble in the future.”
“Yeah...” Sighed Maya. “We could fake a breakup.”
“But that would upset her further! I mean, come on. If she slaps me for even joking about your love of a burger, what’s she gunna do if I break up with you?”
Maya thought for a moment. He had a point. “Well... I could break up with you? Pearly wouldn’t slap me!”
Phoenix ran his hand through his hair. “Argh, this is so messed up! Why can’t she just accept the impossible? We would not, and could not date! I mean, look, I’m not saying we don’t make good friends, but lovers? No, I don’t think so.”
“Well...” Said Maya. “I wouldn’t say impossible...”
“Oh come on Maya, think about it. It could NEVER HAPPEN!” Maya didn’t reply, she was aware of tears welling in her eyes, she didn’t want Phoenix to see her, she wasn’t even sure why she was so upset, the one thing she didn’t want was Phoenix asking what was wrong.
“Maya, are those tears in your eyes? What’s wr-“ Maya fled from the room.
Maya wasn’t stupid. She knew the truth in front of her. She was in love with Phoenix. She couldn’t hide it much longer, looking at him and iris made her sick. Maya kept her distance from Phoenix, scared of what she was feeling. Meanwhile, Phoenix was spending increasing amounts of time with Iris. However, he didn’t spend so much time with iris he didn’t notice the change in Maya’s personality.
“What’s up Maya?” Asked Phoenix. “You seem so subdued recently. You didn’t even comment when I mentioned burgers earlier! That’s so not like you!”
“Well... I...” I what? She thought. I can’t bear the idea of eating with you not knowing how I feel? I needed time to think things over about this crazy new emotion? “I wasn’t hungry.”
“What!?” Yelped Phoenix, “The great Maya Fey, not hungry?” Maya didn’t laugh, she remained stony faced. It seemed so unlike her. Even though he was only joking, inside he was genuinely worried about her wellbeing. “Seriously, what’s up Maya? You barely laugh at my jokes anymore!”
In Maya’s head she could think of loads of witty comments. Loads of stabs at Phoenix’s joke-telling ability. But Maya’s throat was dry. She managed a week smile. “I’m fine. Just a bit worried about... Pearly. That’s all.”
“Me too.” Said Phoenix, fooled into thinking that was her real reason. “I think she’s got a little too emotional over my dating Iris. It must seem weird for her, me dating her half-sister.”
“Yeah, well she thinks you’ve been dating her cousin for the past three years, don’t forget.”
Just then Pearl walked into the room. “Hello, lovebirds!” She said, peeping through her fingers at them in that annoyingly cute way she always did. “Which one of you’ll be talking me back to Kurian village?”
“Oh, yeah! Sorry Pearls, that was me, I forgot!”
“Don’t worry Mr. Nick!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “That’s quite alright when you’re consumed with thoughts of Mystic Maya.” Phoenix sighed a deep sigh. “Pearls...” he started, reading to explain the I’m-with-Iris-and-not-Maya speech he’d explained so many times before to little Pearl. “You have to know that I’m not with Maya. We - ” Maya panicked. When she and Phoenix bluntly refused to “admit their love” as Pearl put it, Pearly was unswayed, sure they were just shy, but to tell her so kindly and maturely would scare little pearly, and her whole fantasy would be shattered.
“-Broke up!” Maya piped up. She might as well try. “I dumped him actually.” Said Maya, to a startled Pearl and Phoenix. “But it’s better this way, so don’t cry.”
“But - But-“ Pearl said, her lower lip trembling. She burst into tears, and ran from the room. Oops. So much for a clever plan.
“Oh for goodness sake, Maya, look what you’ve gone and done!” Moaned Phoenix.
“I had to do something, you were going to break her heart!”
“So you did it for me?” He finished, looking unimpressed.
“How was I suppose to judge her reaction any better than you!?” Yelped Maya, her voice rising. “I didn’t know!”
Phoenix ran his hand through his hair. He took a deep breath. “Carm down Maya. It’s nether our fault. I shouldn’t judge.” I’ll go and carm down Pearls. I dunno, I’ll say we were acting or something, then I’ll take her back to Kurian.”
“Yeah...” Said Maya, watching him go. He looked so relaxed in his old blue shirt and jeans, so different from work-Nick, so friendly, so perfect. Maya shook her head like a puppy getting water out its ears. He’s with Iris. Who wouldn’t be? She thought. I’m no competition. And she sat down, thinking, for the first time in her life, that she wished Pearl’s fantasies were true.
“Mystic Maya?” Asked Pearl, coming through the door, still looking tearful. “Why did you trick me? That’s not fair.” She looked angrily at Maya, then slapped Phoenix.
“Ouch! Pearls? What did I do?” he said, rubbing his face where a child-sized red handprint hand print had formed.
“You’re not treating Mystic Maya well enough if she has to pretend to break up with you.” She said, looking knowingly at Phoenix and Maya. “That’s why I set you up on a date. I made reservations at a noodle bar! A candlelit dinner for two!” Phoenix burst out laughing. Maya looked hopeful for a moment, but hid it quickly.
“That’s lovely Pearls, but I’m busy with Iris today.” He gazed hopelessly at Maya, as if to say that it was no-go.
“Erm, Nick, can I speak to you in private for a moment...?” Mumbled Maya.
“’Corse.” Said Phoenix, allowing himself to be pulled to a corner by Maya.
“I think we should go along with it. For Pearly’s sake.” And for mine. She added in her head.
“Well, Iris -“
“-Should understand.” Said Maya, cutting across, “She knows all about Pearly’s wild ideas.” After much persuading, Phoenix agreed. To him, it was just a trip to a restaurant with his friend. For Maya, it was a first date.
Maya sat on the couch in the office, her legs tucked up under her chin. Pearl was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her dolls; both were pretending they couldn’t hear the yelling going on in the next room.
“CAN’T YOU EVEN TRUST ME ANYMORE?” They heard phoenix yell into the phone. More buzzing on the other end. “... Fine. Ok... it’s for the best.” Then Phoenix hung up. He walked into the room where Maya and pearl sat dumbstruck. He looked pale. Paler than Maya had ever seen him before. He sat down on the couch and beckoned pearl to come and sit down with them.
“Mr. Nick?” Asked Pearl timidly, “Was Mystic Iris mad?” Phoenix sighed.
“Yes, but it’s alright.” He flashed Maya a look that clearly said “It’s more than that.” Maya flashed a look back. “Don’t tell her.” She nodded to Pearl, who was sucking her thumb.
“It’s my fault, isn’t it Mr. Nick?” She asked.
“No, of course not Pearls. Why don’t you go and draw?” She skipped off.
“So...” Maya asked, “What really happened? You can tell me Nick.”
“It’s over between me and Iris. She didn’t trust me, she didn’t seem to understand about... about...”
Maya looked at him sadly. His pale face looked back. It was one of the many fantastic things about him, he never cried, no matter how bad things got. Edgeworth had told her that even when she had been kidnapped, or when he fell of Dusty Bridge, his depression and deep sadness were obvious, but there were tears, even when he thought all hope was gone.
She had to tell him, she couldn’t hide it any longer. She hoped badly she wouldn’t scare him off. No, she thought, nothing could scare Nick off, he would stand by her no matter what. Well, she hoped so.
“Erm, Nick, recently I’ve - recently I’ve thought of you as more than a- more than a- a- more than just a friend. But I don’t want just be a rebound.” She looked at him. It didn’t seem possible for him to get any paler.
He stared at her. “Maya... all this time... I never knew... if you’d said... I’d never had... Iris... I just didn’t think...” Maya felt a jolt of electricity. She leaned in.
“Maya,” He said, “You could never be just a rebound.” And he kissed her.
THE END
I really like this story, even though it's Nick/Maya, not something I generally support. I hope you all do.
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Rose Tinted Glasses (complete)
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ema/Klavier, mentions of Gumshoe/Maggey and Apollo/Vera.
Description: Klaveir is a gimmerous fop, but to Ema he becomes something more. Things are looking up before a young woman in a tube top goes and ruins it all.
Spoiler: Part 1
If there was one thing Ema couldn’t stand it was rock stars. They were so over glamorous and wore stupid glimmering chains that caught the light and got in her eyes. Klavier Gavin was no exception. He ticked all the boxes of jerk rock star. Glamorous and glimmering... Glimmerous. That’s who he was - a glimmerous fop Ema had the misfortune to meet.
Not only this, but Ema actually worked under the guy! She had done a few decent cases with him, but he had the cheek to but his as security at a rock concert, and he didn’t seem sorry for it.
“I’ll teach him.” Muttered Ema, through a mouthful of snackoo. Just then there was a knock at her apartment door. “Who is it?” She called.
“It’s me. Klavier Gavin, here to visit a beautiful Fraulein detective in need of a knight in shining armour.” Ema gasped. Not him!
“How did you get my address?” She called through the door. He was NOT going to get into her apartment. She would rather die than have the fop in her house.
“As a prosecutor, I have all my detective’s addresses, ja? I simply looked through your file. Now let me in!”
“This is an invasion of privacy!” called Ema. “So go away!”
“Nein! For a pretty Fraulein, you have very little manners.” It was only a matter of time before he noticed the door was unlocked. Ema could use this to her advantage.
“I’m not unlocking the door, so just leave.”
“Ach, but the door is open Fraulein, I simply have the manners to wait for an invitation.”
“Fine.” Sighed Ema, and she opened the door.
The apartment was small. Klavier was surprised, he imagined the detective to have an apartment full of science equipment, but it looked pretty normal. A sofa sat in one corner of the living room, leading off to a spotlessly clean kitchen. A cup of cold tea sat on an old coffee table. Two doors led off, one to the bathroom, the door of which stood ajar. The other, closed door must be Ema’s room. Klavier longed to have a look.
“What do you want?” said Ema, cheeks puffed in anger. “You barge in here, abusing your authority as a prosecutor to get my address - “
“Fraulein, carm down.” Soothed Klavier. “I wanted a word with you.” He flashed a winning smile he usually kept for fans. Ema, sadly, did not look impressed. She merely scowled. Klavier continued, trying not to be put off by Ema’s lack of enthusiasm. “I feel you are paying too much attention to rookie Apollo Justice. You must not forget he is your enemy in a court of law.”
“Well he’s my friend out of it.” Said Ema huffily.
“Cannot I be your friend, too, Fraulein? You know I find you hard to resist.”
“Klavier Gavin are you flirting?” Said Ema, evidently shocked.
“Nein, Fraulein. I am stating the facts.” He leaned forward, looked into her eyes, and kissed her.
Not only this, but Ema actually worked under the guy! She had done a few decent cases with him, but he had the cheek to but his as security at a rock concert, and he didn’t seem sorry for it.
“I’ll teach him.” Muttered Ema, through a mouthful of snackoo. Just then there was a knock at her apartment door. “Who is it?” She called.
“It’s me. Klavier Gavin, here to visit a beautiful Fraulein detective in need of a knight in shining armour.” Ema gasped. Not him!
“How did you get my address?” She called through the door. He was NOT going to get into her apartment. She would rather die than have the fop in her house.
“As a prosecutor, I have all my detective’s addresses, ja? I simply looked through your file. Now let me in!”
“This is an invasion of privacy!” called Ema. “So go away!”
“Nein! For a pretty Fraulein, you have very little manners.” It was only a matter of time before he noticed the door was unlocked. Ema could use this to her advantage.
“I’m not unlocking the door, so just leave.”
“Ach, but the door is open Fraulein, I simply have the manners to wait for an invitation.”
“Fine.” Sighed Ema, and she opened the door.
***
The apartment was small. Klavier was surprised, he imagined the detective to have an apartment full of science equipment, but it looked pretty normal. A sofa sat in one corner of the living room, leading off to a spotlessly clean kitchen. A cup of cold tea sat on an old coffee table. Two doors led off, one to the bathroom, the door of which stood ajar. The other, closed door must be Ema’s room. Klavier longed to have a look.
“What do you want?” said Ema, cheeks puffed in anger. “You barge in here, abusing your authority as a prosecutor to get my address - “
“Fraulein, carm down.” Soothed Klavier. “I wanted a word with you.” He flashed a winning smile he usually kept for fans. Ema, sadly, did not look impressed. She merely scowled. Klavier continued, trying not to be put off by Ema’s lack of enthusiasm. “I feel you are paying too much attention to rookie Apollo Justice. You must not forget he is your enemy in a court of law.”
“Well he’s my friend out of it.” Said Ema huffily.
“Cannot I be your friend, too, Fraulein? You know I find you hard to resist.”
“Klavier Gavin are you flirting?” Said Ema, evidently shocked.
“Nein, Fraulein. I am stating the facts.” He leaned forward, looked into her eyes, and kissed her.
Spoiler: part 2
Her first reaction was to slap Klavier away, but she could not bring herself to. She simply sat in shock as he released her.
“What is the matter Fraulein?” said Klavier. Ema stayed silent. “Are my kisses not good enough? I’m sure my fans would not agree.” The word “fans” triggered something in Ema’s head. This was Klavier Gavin: rock star and glimmerous fop.
“Get away from me Klavier.” Said Ema, jaw clenched. Ema was confused. She hated it that Klavier was there, but at the same time she didn’t want him to leave. Klavier seemed to understand.
“I’ll leave you in peace, ja?” He wondered into the kitchen and put the kettle on. “Where you keep your coffee, Fraulein?”
“Coffee?” Said Ema, it seemed so alien after what had just happened. “I can’t stand it, but there’s tea bags in the second cupboard to the left.”
“Nein, that’s full of snackoo packets!”
“Check behind.” Said Ema. She was glad he didn’t comment on her snackoo cupboard - she was always teased by Apollo and Phoenix about that. Even her sister, Lana, thought it strange! It was weird having Klavier walking around her apartment, acting as if everything was normal.
They were silent for a few moments as they drank their tea. “So...” said Ema. “You know my address, and probably my phone number if you looked through my files. It’s only fair you give me yours.”
“Ach, Fraulein, for you it’s no hassle.” He scribbled his number down in a pad on the table. “I better be going. Band practice. Auf Wiedersehen!” Ema watched Klavier go fondly. It’s amazing, she thought, how one’s view on rocks stars can change so quickly.
Ema walked into criminal affairs with a knew spring in her step. Even the blue badger undulating and playing it’s tinkling music didn’t annoy her as she walked in. In fact, she laughed at a memory of Gumshoe dancing next to it.
“Klavier!” she called, rushing over to him. He smiled, but it was kind of strained.
“Fraulein, this isn’t the best of times.” He said. “I kind of -“
“Klav-Klav!” Squealed a high, girlish voice. A skinny girl in a tube top and designer jeans ran up to Klavier. “Where were you?” She reached up, teetering on her heels, and gave him an affectionate peck on each cheek. “I was looking for you!”
“Er, Fraulein, this is Kathryn. She’s my -“ But Ema knew, and she couldn’t believe it.
“Your girlfriend.” Ema finished for him. Tears pricked her eyes as she said it. She ran from Criminal Affairs, and sat down on the curb, silently sobbing into her hands.
“What’s wrong, pal?” said a familiar voice. “It’s not like you to cry.” Ema looked up into the face of detective Gumshoe.
“It’s Klavier...” Started Ema. She tried to hold back tears. “He - I - girlfriend -“ Ema seemed unable to get the words out. Gumshoe sat down next to her.
“There, there.” Said Gumshoe, patting her on the back a little too powerfully. Ema almost fell head first into the road. “when I first fell for Maggey, she was dating this other bloke. She even bought him these bananas -“
“bananas?” giggled Ema. “Why did she by him bananas?”
“well, pal, it was actually a baseball glove in disguise . You see -“
“How on earth do you disguise a baseball glove for a bunch of bananas?” said Ema, openly laughing now. “Thanks, detective, I’m feeling much better.” She stood up, chuckling. Gumshoe was great at lifting your mood with jokes.
“wait, what?”Called Gumshoe as she made her way back to Criminal Affairs. “I hadn’t finished consoling you let.” But Ema had already entered the building, ready to face Klavier.
“What is the matter Fraulein?” said Klavier. Ema stayed silent. “Are my kisses not good enough? I’m sure my fans would not agree.” The word “fans” triggered something in Ema’s head. This was Klavier Gavin: rock star and glimmerous fop.
“Get away from me Klavier.” Said Ema, jaw clenched. Ema was confused. She hated it that Klavier was there, but at the same time she didn’t want him to leave. Klavier seemed to understand.
“I’ll leave you in peace, ja?” He wondered into the kitchen and put the kettle on. “Where you keep your coffee, Fraulein?”
“Coffee?” Said Ema, it seemed so alien after what had just happened. “I can’t stand it, but there’s tea bags in the second cupboard to the left.”
“Nein, that’s full of snackoo packets!”
“Check behind.” Said Ema. She was glad he didn’t comment on her snackoo cupboard - she was always teased by Apollo and Phoenix about that. Even her sister, Lana, thought it strange! It was weird having Klavier walking around her apartment, acting as if everything was normal.
They were silent for a few moments as they drank their tea. “So...” said Ema. “You know my address, and probably my phone number if you looked through my files. It’s only fair you give me yours.”
“Ach, Fraulein, for you it’s no hassle.” He scribbled his number down in a pad on the table. “I better be going. Band practice. Auf Wiedersehen!” Ema watched Klavier go fondly. It’s amazing, she thought, how one’s view on rocks stars can change so quickly.
***
Ema walked into criminal affairs with a knew spring in her step. Even the blue badger undulating and playing it’s tinkling music didn’t annoy her as she walked in. In fact, she laughed at a memory of Gumshoe dancing next to it.
“Klavier!” she called, rushing over to him. He smiled, but it was kind of strained.
“Fraulein, this isn’t the best of times.” He said. “I kind of -“
“Klav-Klav!” Squealed a high, girlish voice. A skinny girl in a tube top and designer jeans ran up to Klavier. “Where were you?” She reached up, teetering on her heels, and gave him an affectionate peck on each cheek. “I was looking for you!”
“Er, Fraulein, this is Kathryn. She’s my -“ But Ema knew, and she couldn’t believe it.
“Your girlfriend.” Ema finished for him. Tears pricked her eyes as she said it. She ran from Criminal Affairs, and sat down on the curb, silently sobbing into her hands.
“What’s wrong, pal?” said a familiar voice. “It’s not like you to cry.” Ema looked up into the face of detective Gumshoe.
“It’s Klavier...” Started Ema. She tried to hold back tears. “He - I - girlfriend -“ Ema seemed unable to get the words out. Gumshoe sat down next to her.
“There, there.” Said Gumshoe, patting her on the back a little too powerfully. Ema almost fell head first into the road. “when I first fell for Maggey, she was dating this other bloke. She even bought him these bananas -“
“bananas?” giggled Ema. “Why did she by him bananas?”
“well, pal, it was actually a baseball glove in disguise . You see -“
“How on earth do you disguise a baseball glove for a bunch of bananas?” said Ema, openly laughing now. “Thanks, detective, I’m feeling much better.” She stood up, chuckling. Gumshoe was great at lifting your mood with jokes.
“wait, what?”Called Gumshoe as she made her way back to Criminal Affairs. “I hadn’t finished consoling you let.” But Ema had already entered the building, ready to face Klavier.
Spoiler: Part 3
When Ema left Klavier had just stood, dumbstruck. He looked Kathryn, in shock. What had just happened? Ema had flounced off, without leaving any time for him to explain. I mean Kathrin was his -
“Klavier!” Said Ema, arriving in front of him suddenly, and causing him to lose his train of thought. “I’m over you.”
“What? But Fraulein, why should you be over me?”
“You heard me. Your dumped, good bye, end of story.” She said stubbornly.
“But Fraulein, as a scientific investigator you must investigate properly, or where would you be?” he said jokingly.
“Oh, insulting me now, are we now, Mr. Gavin?” he noticed with a pang she was using his proper title.
“Nein, not insulting you! I’m merely stating the facts.” He hoped that using the same line would jog her memory, not that he could work out why she was so angry in the first place.
“Don’t you dare -“ She said, swelling with rage, “Don’t you DARE use that cheesy pick-up line on me one more time!” She turned on her heels and strode over to Officer Meekins, who had succeeded in handcuffing himself to his desk. Again.
“What on Earth was that about, Klav-Klav?” Asked Kathryn, staring innocently up at him.
“I have no idea, Fraulein. None at all.”
Ema angrily wiped a tear from her eye as she helped Meekins uncuff himself. “It’s really stuck! How did you even do this?”
“I was trying them out. They’re new because I lost the other pair they gave me, but I lost the key.” Ema sighed, and continued to wiggle a key she got from a willing police officer’s own cuffs in the lock. The lock clicked.
“There, now go and report the missing key to the chief.” Meekins waddled of, sniffing. Ema watched him go. It was nice to have someone to talk to. She spotted Klavier talking to that blond girl. She had seen her on the front of a tabloid magazine. She didn’t read the article, but the headline said something about a new star. Klavier obviously preferred a girlfriend from his other job. The celebrity job.
It was a pretty normal day. There hadn’t been any murders in the area, so Ema spent the day in a small office she shared with Gumshoe, sorting paperwork. “Ms. Skye? Ema?” said Gumshoe, addressing her nervously. He’d obviously spotted her bad mood. “Would you like to come out with Maggey and I? Mr. Gavin, Klavier, could come too. A double date thingy?”
“Why?” said Ema, fuming, “Why do you assume I’m dating Klavier?”
“You call him that rather than Prosecuter Gavin, and he calls you “Fraulein” rather than Ms. Skye. I don’t know what it means, but it sounds like a nickname. It fits together, pal. Not only that but you did kinda say that you were this morning. And this invite was to patch things up between you. Sorry.” He looked at her pathetically.
“You’re wrong,” said Ema stubbornly. “We’re not dating, and never were. I was upset because his girlfriend was erm...” She looked around for inspiration, and spotted the filing cabinet. “She knocked the filing cabinet over and I had to tidy it up. There’s your reason. I only call him Klavier because he won’t respond to Mr. Gavin, and “Fraulein” isn’t an affectionate term, it means “Miss”, he’s being polite.” Ema was quite proud of her cover-up, she thought it sounded very convincing. Gumshoe didn’t look so sure, but didn’t press the matter.
Ema went home by bus since she failed her driving test along with her forensics in Europe. As she opened the door she stood on the mail. She picked it up and scanned through.
Bills, bills, a postcard from Edgeworth and Lana from their hotel in Paris wishing her well; and a small, handwritten note in spiky handwriting. She looked at the signature at the bottom. It was from Klavier.
“Klavier!” Said Ema, arriving in front of him suddenly, and causing him to lose his train of thought. “I’m over you.”
“What? But Fraulein, why should you be over me?”
“You heard me. Your dumped, good bye, end of story.” She said stubbornly.
“But Fraulein, as a scientific investigator you must investigate properly, or where would you be?” he said jokingly.
“Oh, insulting me now, are we now, Mr. Gavin?” he noticed with a pang she was using his proper title.
“Nein, not insulting you! I’m merely stating the facts.” He hoped that using the same line would jog her memory, not that he could work out why she was so angry in the first place.
“Don’t you dare -“ She said, swelling with rage, “Don’t you DARE use that cheesy pick-up line on me one more time!” She turned on her heels and strode over to Officer Meekins, who had succeeded in handcuffing himself to his desk. Again.
“What on Earth was that about, Klav-Klav?” Asked Kathryn, staring innocently up at him.
“I have no idea, Fraulein. None at all.”
***
Ema angrily wiped a tear from her eye as she helped Meekins uncuff himself. “It’s really stuck! How did you even do this?”
“I was trying them out. They’re new because I lost the other pair they gave me, but I lost the key.” Ema sighed, and continued to wiggle a key she got from a willing police officer’s own cuffs in the lock. The lock clicked.
“There, now go and report the missing key to the chief.” Meekins waddled of, sniffing. Ema watched him go. It was nice to have someone to talk to. She spotted Klavier talking to that blond girl. She had seen her on the front of a tabloid magazine. She didn’t read the article, but the headline said something about a new star. Klavier obviously preferred a girlfriend from his other job. The celebrity job.
It was a pretty normal day. There hadn’t been any murders in the area, so Ema spent the day in a small office she shared with Gumshoe, sorting paperwork. “Ms. Skye? Ema?” said Gumshoe, addressing her nervously. He’d obviously spotted her bad mood. “Would you like to come out with Maggey and I? Mr. Gavin, Klavier, could come too. A double date thingy?”
“Why?” said Ema, fuming, “Why do you assume I’m dating Klavier?”
“You call him that rather than Prosecuter Gavin, and he calls you “Fraulein” rather than Ms. Skye. I don’t know what it means, but it sounds like a nickname. It fits together, pal. Not only that but you did kinda say that you were this morning. And this invite was to patch things up between you. Sorry.” He looked at her pathetically.
“You’re wrong,” said Ema stubbornly. “We’re not dating, and never were. I was upset because his girlfriend was erm...” She looked around for inspiration, and spotted the filing cabinet. “She knocked the filing cabinet over and I had to tidy it up. There’s your reason. I only call him Klavier because he won’t respond to Mr. Gavin, and “Fraulein” isn’t an affectionate term, it means “Miss”, he’s being polite.” Ema was quite proud of her cover-up, she thought it sounded very convincing. Gumshoe didn’t look so sure, but didn’t press the matter.
Ema went home by bus since she failed her driving test along with her forensics in Europe. As she opened the door she stood on the mail. She picked it up and scanned through.
Bills, bills, a postcard from Edgeworth and Lana from their hotel in Paris wishing her well; and a small, handwritten note in spiky handwriting. She looked at the signature at the bottom. It was from Klavier.
Spoiler: Part 4
Klavier sat nervously on his couch. He looked at the clock, 8:40. Where was she? He had written for her to come at half past eight. Maybe she hadn’t got the message? Or maybe she just didn’t want to come.
The note had been his last chance. He had had a tough time writing it. He reflected on it’s contents. He had said that he was sorry that she got so upset, and that he would like her to come over. He was going to explain everything to her personally, to come to his apartment. He’d given her his number “that fateful night”, and even scribbled his address on the back of the letter. So where was she?
There was a knock at the door. Klavier jumped up from the sofa and opened the door. Ema was stood there. She did NOT look in a good mood. Her hands were on her hips, her heeled foot tapping the ground. He took the lack of snackoos to be a bad sign.
“What is it Klavier?” asked Ema, fixing him with her piercing blue eyes. ”In your letter you said it was important.”
“Fraulein, it is! I want to explain to you about Kathrin.”
“Well? What is there to say? I’m happy for you and your girlfriend. I just wish you could have told me before you went played around with my emotions.”
“What?” He said, shocked, “Kathrin isn’t my girlfriend, well, not anymore.” It was Ema’s turn to look shocked.
“So you admit to dating her when you went round my house that night? Well that’s just fantastic. You’re just as shallow as I thought Klavier Gavin. Goodbye!” She stormed out of the room.
“Fraulein, wait! I wasn’t -“ she was gone. Klavier cursed. He hadn’t been dating Kathrin. He was once, but that was long ago, back in high school for goodness sakes! Kathrin had been his high school sweetheart, and a female singer for the Gavinners. He had ended up dumping her because of her clingy nature and childish ways. God, he thought, that makes me seem like a jerk.
They had lost contact after that. She wouldn’t talk to him, and he wouldn't to her. He thought back to the breakup.
“Look Kathrin, you’re nice and all, but I’ve had enough.”
“Klav-klav? Why?”
“That’s why! Your childish names and stupid pout. I’m sick of the way you act around the band, it’s embarrassing.”
“But you said you liked the names. And the band is really nice.”
“That’s another thing. You clearly don’t care for me anymore. You were flirting with Daryan, don’t think I didn’t see!”
He cringed at the memory of that. He had made it up, to have a stronger breakup argument. After six years, she got back in contact. A few days ago when he was at an office party, she phoned him out of the blue, with news of a recording contract. He was sorry for his selfish motives, and it occurred to him if he hadn’t been so self-conscious, he and Kathrin would still be dating, so it was a shock when she asked if he wanted to try again.
He would have said yes, in fact, he almost did, but just then he had spotted Ema sitting in a corner, and he noticed that he had stronger feelings for her than Kathrin.
Kathrin wasn’t thrilled at his refusal, but insisted on coming over, claiming they could just be friends. When Ema met Kathrin for the first time ever, Klavier was meeting her for the first time in six years.
Ema stomped home from Klavier’s apartment. She’d missed the bus, and it was cold, windy, but bone dry, so she wasn’t going to wait for another. She wished she’d bought some snackoos, she was getting hungry.
Fifteen minutes later she entered her apartment and hung up her coat. The note from Klavier still sat on the coffee table, next to fingerprint powder. She had been checking it, the note seemed so unlike something Klavier would write, she had to analyze the handwriting to that of the scribbled phone number, and check for Klavier’s fingerprints. Annoyingly the ink was a bit smudged in places, and some finger powder stuck in clumps in random places. She assumed it was rainwater messing up her experiments. Of course, she thought to herself, it could be... tears? She quickly dismissed that idea.
She found herself thinking back to when she had met Klavier. Really met him, not when she had first seen his photo or name in a magazine or newspaper.
She had been walking out of class in Paris where she was studying forensics, and Klavier had bumped into her, looking stressed.
“Fraulein... what’s your name?”
“Ema Skye, no need to ask for yours. Klavier Gavin is it?”
“Ja, but we can save formalities for later, Fraulein! Right now I need you to hide me!”
“What?!” she had said, stunned.
“I have some fan girls on my tail, and I want them to go away! Would you mind entering the university, holding my hand and pretending to be my girlfriend so I can escape out the back?”
“No way! I’m NOT pretending to be your girlfriend, no matter what the reasons!”
“Oh, Fraulein, please? It would be such a great help!”
“Fine, I’ll go in with you, but I will not, under any circumstances hold your hand!”
“OK, okay! Quick, they’re coming!” They had ran into the building and round the back to where Ema had just had her lesson. They had leaned on the wall there panting and laughing, when the sound of a car horn beeped from outside the fire exit.
“That’ll be my ride! Auf Weidershen, Fraulein! Nice meeting you!” He rushed out the fire exit and jumped onto the back of a pink motorbike. She heard him yell something to the ditsy blond driving as he put on his helmet and they drove away.
At the time she thought nothing of it. It was just another one of those funny stories you tell your classmates and they don’t believe you. “You helped Klavier Gavin escape fan girls? Yeah right! Sure you didn’t put some fingerprint powder in those snackoos?” And soon to even Ema it was just one of those wild stories people tell to get attention. So imagine her shock when she went for a job interview and saw Klavier Gavin was going to be her boss.
She reflected more on the memory of Klavier shooting away on the motorbike. Somehow she felt she met the blond somewhere before. Then it hit her. That woman was a splitting image of Kathrin! No, Ema thought, Let’s be scientific about this. I highly doubt Klavier would have been dating Kathrin’s twin all those years ago. It must be Kathrin herself. Once this thought occurred she felt a rush of anger. So Klavier had been dating another woman the whole time she’d known him? Despite all the flirtations on his part? She let out a puff of annoyed air and fetched a bag of snackoos from the fridge.
And now he’s dumped her, she thought, for me. As much as I hate him for going behind my back, how must it feel for such a long-term girlfriend? For the first time ever, Ema was thinking of how what had happened had effected the girlfriend he cheated on, and she felt bad.
The note had been his last chance. He had had a tough time writing it. He reflected on it’s contents. He had said that he was sorry that she got so upset, and that he would like her to come over. He was going to explain everything to her personally, to come to his apartment. He’d given her his number “that fateful night”, and even scribbled his address on the back of the letter. So where was she?
There was a knock at the door. Klavier jumped up from the sofa and opened the door. Ema was stood there. She did NOT look in a good mood. Her hands were on her hips, her heeled foot tapping the ground. He took the lack of snackoos to be a bad sign.
“What is it Klavier?” asked Ema, fixing him with her piercing blue eyes. ”In your letter you said it was important.”
“Fraulein, it is! I want to explain to you about Kathrin.”
“Well? What is there to say? I’m happy for you and your girlfriend. I just wish you could have told me before you went played around with my emotions.”
“What?” He said, shocked, “Kathrin isn’t my girlfriend, well, not anymore.” It was Ema’s turn to look shocked.
“So you admit to dating her when you went round my house that night? Well that’s just fantastic. You’re just as shallow as I thought Klavier Gavin. Goodbye!” She stormed out of the room.
“Fraulein, wait! I wasn’t -“ she was gone. Klavier cursed. He hadn’t been dating Kathrin. He was once, but that was long ago, back in high school for goodness sakes! Kathrin had been his high school sweetheart, and a female singer for the Gavinners. He had ended up dumping her because of her clingy nature and childish ways. God, he thought, that makes me seem like a jerk.
They had lost contact after that. She wouldn’t talk to him, and he wouldn't to her. He thought back to the breakup.
“Look Kathrin, you’re nice and all, but I’ve had enough.”
“Klav-klav? Why?”
“That’s why! Your childish names and stupid pout. I’m sick of the way you act around the band, it’s embarrassing.”
“But you said you liked the names. And the band is really nice.”
“That’s another thing. You clearly don’t care for me anymore. You were flirting with Daryan, don’t think I didn’t see!”
He cringed at the memory of that. He had made it up, to have a stronger breakup argument. After six years, she got back in contact. A few days ago when he was at an office party, she phoned him out of the blue, with news of a recording contract. He was sorry for his selfish motives, and it occurred to him if he hadn’t been so self-conscious, he and Kathrin would still be dating, so it was a shock when she asked if he wanted to try again.
He would have said yes, in fact, he almost did, but just then he had spotted Ema sitting in a corner, and he noticed that he had stronger feelings for her than Kathrin.
Kathrin wasn’t thrilled at his refusal, but insisted on coming over, claiming they could just be friends. When Ema met Kathrin for the first time ever, Klavier was meeting her for the first time in six years.
***
Ema stomped home from Klavier’s apartment. She’d missed the bus, and it was cold, windy, but bone dry, so she wasn’t going to wait for another. She wished she’d bought some snackoos, she was getting hungry.
Fifteen minutes later she entered her apartment and hung up her coat. The note from Klavier still sat on the coffee table, next to fingerprint powder. She had been checking it, the note seemed so unlike something Klavier would write, she had to analyze the handwriting to that of the scribbled phone number, and check for Klavier’s fingerprints. Annoyingly the ink was a bit smudged in places, and some finger powder stuck in clumps in random places. She assumed it was rainwater messing up her experiments. Of course, she thought to herself, it could be... tears? She quickly dismissed that idea.
She found herself thinking back to when she had met Klavier. Really met him, not when she had first seen his photo or name in a magazine or newspaper.
She had been walking out of class in Paris where she was studying forensics, and Klavier had bumped into her, looking stressed.
“Fraulein... what’s your name?”
“Ema Skye, no need to ask for yours. Klavier Gavin is it?”
“Ja, but we can save formalities for later, Fraulein! Right now I need you to hide me!”
“What?!” she had said, stunned.
“I have some fan girls on my tail, and I want them to go away! Would you mind entering the university, holding my hand and pretending to be my girlfriend so I can escape out the back?”
“No way! I’m NOT pretending to be your girlfriend, no matter what the reasons!”
“Oh, Fraulein, please? It would be such a great help!”
“Fine, I’ll go in with you, but I will not, under any circumstances hold your hand!”
“OK, okay! Quick, they’re coming!” They had ran into the building and round the back to where Ema had just had her lesson. They had leaned on the wall there panting and laughing, when the sound of a car horn beeped from outside the fire exit.
“That’ll be my ride! Auf Weidershen, Fraulein! Nice meeting you!” He rushed out the fire exit and jumped onto the back of a pink motorbike. She heard him yell something to the ditsy blond driving as he put on his helmet and they drove away.
At the time she thought nothing of it. It was just another one of those funny stories you tell your classmates and they don’t believe you. “You helped Klavier Gavin escape fan girls? Yeah right! Sure you didn’t put some fingerprint powder in those snackoos?” And soon to even Ema it was just one of those wild stories people tell to get attention. So imagine her shock when she went for a job interview and saw Klavier Gavin was going to be her boss.
She reflected more on the memory of Klavier shooting away on the motorbike. Somehow she felt she met the blond somewhere before. Then it hit her. That woman was a splitting image of Kathrin! No, Ema thought, Let’s be scientific about this. I highly doubt Klavier would have been dating Kathrin’s twin all those years ago. It must be Kathrin herself. Once this thought occurred she felt a rush of anger. So Klavier had been dating another woman the whole time she’d known him? Despite all the flirtations on his part? She let out a puff of annoyed air and fetched a bag of snackoos from the fridge.
And now he’s dumped her, she thought, for me. As much as I hate him for going behind my back, how must it feel for such a long-term girlfriend? For the first time ever, Ema was thinking of how what had happened had effected the girlfriend he cheated on, and she felt bad.
Spoiler: Part 5
Neither Klavier nor Ema made any attempt to rebuild their relationship. They ignored each other whenever possible, and any contact they did have was strictly professional, and only ever work based.
Time went by - somehow Ema and Klavier avoided working on the same cases. The talk of the office was their sudden friendship and then hatred, and Gumshoe who was “lucky” enough to have inside information (the small talks he had had with Ema in their shared office), found himself a lot more popular than normal. At first, he told the real story.
“Yeah pal, they were pretty close ‘till Miss Skye found out that Mr. Gavin apparently already had a girlfriend, from what I can make out... Miss Skye seemed real cut up about it all. It’ll settle down, it doesn’t seem like anything too big.”
Soon, however, the attention got to his head, making his version of the story wilder and wilder, until it was a tangled love affair that closely resembled the late-night romances that Gumshoe would sometimes watch, along with an odd mix of details from the Dustin Prince case.
“Miss Skye and Mr. Gavin were completely inseparable for months - ‘course it was all hush-hush - nobody was supposed to know. I used my ace detective instincts to find out, mind. Miss Skye was talking about engagement; she wanted to get it over with quickly, since her last fiance was murdered when he picked up a phone with some con artists' numbers. Miss Skye was all pleased, pal - for Mr. Gavin it wasn’t enough. He fell for a beautiful pop star. Things were getting pretty serious for them until Miss Skye found out. The break-up went on all night. The arguments, the throwing things. I could hear it way out from my and Maggey’s apartment, pal, the racket they were making! Now they won’t talk to each other.”
His story got worse and worse until nobody really knew the truth anymore. Even Gumshoe had talked himself into believing it was the truth. To put it simply, Ema got no end of badgering co-workers, wanting to know details.
Eventually, however, Ema had to talk to Klavier Gavin again. It was the murder in people park, and when Ema saw the name of the prosecutor, she decided to play it cool, act like he was a pesky little fly to be forgotten about, rather than the thing she had been mourning over for months.
Soon Ema really did just see him as she had started as seeing him - a glimmerous fop and a hopeless rock star. It became easier to see him as this when he treated her in the same, annoying way. Flirting shamelessly and calling her “Fraulein Detective” once again. Hopefully nobody would notice anything, and the badgering would move on.
She was lucky - greenhorn Apollo Justice was the new gossip - with his first murder case he managed to get his own mentor sent to jail, and then he took a gangster as his next client. It was only natural for him to be talked about.
Even after her moving on, she couldn’t help but notice how stressed Klavier had become. Yeah, his brother was in jail along with a band mate, but there was something more to it than that. Guilt?
Of course, it was Klavier’s realization. It was near the first trial using the jurist system, and Klavier was very close to discovering the whole truth to the case seven years ago. The realization? He had sent an innocent man, an innocent man, good friends with the Fraulein detective he might add, to unemployment and shame.
He knew how good a defense attourney Apollo Justice could be. It was almost shocking his ability to squeeze the truth out of witnesses. He knew Herr Forehead would find the truth to what Klavier had done with the help of his brother. His worry wasn’t what the public would think of his mess-up, but what Ema would think.
Would she forgive him for destroying THE Phoenix Wright’s career for presenting forged evidence he didn’t know was as such at the time?
“Apollo! Wait!”
“What?” Apollo turned to face Ema, who was panting after rushing to catch up with him after he left the courthouse. “I don’t want to talk right now.”
“Tough. You’re gonna,” said Ema stubbornly, holding out a bag of snackoos for Apollo to take one. He extended his arm carefully, as though expecting her to bite him if he went too close to her precious bag of snacks. He took one and started to munch on it.
“Sit down over here,” said Ema, beckoning to a nearby bench where they had a good view of the happenings in the lobby.
“What?” asked Apollo grumpily again.
“I’ve never seen you act like that! Your face just went stiff and you ran over to Vera! You looked so panicked!”
“Wel,l you would be, too, if your client keeled over backwards for no obvious reason in the middle of your interrogation. And not any client, Vera, she’s so -“ Apollo blushed as if he’d shared too much. Ema got the idea. Apollo had some feelings for Vera Misham, and he wasn’t hiding that fact very well. Apollo sharply changed the subject. “Well, what about you and Klavier, then? You go stone cold every time he speaks in court!”
“It’s... nothing,” said Ema quickly. “He’s a fop, that’s all. His presence annoys me.”
“Yeah...right.” Apollo snorted. “From what I’ve heard from Gumshoe -“
“Anything you heard from Gumshoe’s a lie,” cut across Ema. “He’s bending the facts.”
“Oh, well what were the facts to begin with? Getting matey with your boss are we Ema?” Ema blushed scarlet, but didn’t deny it. Apollo snorted again and Ema felt her anger bubbling.
“Klavier Gavin and I were NEVER together and never will be! He’s a stupid, stuck up, glimmerous fop and I hate him!”
“Really, Fraulein?” said a voice behind her. Ema turned. “Well if that’s what you think, then I’ll keep these for my real girlfriend. My dear Kathrin.” Klavier dropped a bunch of pale roses, Ema’s favorites, on the floor and kicked at them. “Or maybe I’ll leave them here. For our pretty little Fraulein Detective to analyze.” And he left. Ema heard his motorcycle zoom away and dropped to the floor with the scattered roses. Apollo tactfully walked back to the courtroom, and left Ema to her stunned state on the lobby floor.
Time went by - somehow Ema and Klavier avoided working on the same cases. The talk of the office was their sudden friendship and then hatred, and Gumshoe who was “lucky” enough to have inside information (the small talks he had had with Ema in their shared office), found himself a lot more popular than normal. At first, he told the real story.
“Yeah pal, they were pretty close ‘till Miss Skye found out that Mr. Gavin apparently already had a girlfriend, from what I can make out... Miss Skye seemed real cut up about it all. It’ll settle down, it doesn’t seem like anything too big.”
Soon, however, the attention got to his head, making his version of the story wilder and wilder, until it was a tangled love affair that closely resembled the late-night romances that Gumshoe would sometimes watch, along with an odd mix of details from the Dustin Prince case.
“Miss Skye and Mr. Gavin were completely inseparable for months - ‘course it was all hush-hush - nobody was supposed to know. I used my ace detective instincts to find out, mind. Miss Skye was talking about engagement; she wanted to get it over with quickly, since her last fiance was murdered when he picked up a phone with some con artists' numbers. Miss Skye was all pleased, pal - for Mr. Gavin it wasn’t enough. He fell for a beautiful pop star. Things were getting pretty serious for them until Miss Skye found out. The break-up went on all night. The arguments, the throwing things. I could hear it way out from my and Maggey’s apartment, pal, the racket they were making! Now they won’t talk to each other.”
His story got worse and worse until nobody really knew the truth anymore. Even Gumshoe had talked himself into believing it was the truth. To put it simply, Ema got no end of badgering co-workers, wanting to know details.
Eventually, however, Ema had to talk to Klavier Gavin again. It was the murder in people park, and when Ema saw the name of the prosecutor, she decided to play it cool, act like he was a pesky little fly to be forgotten about, rather than the thing she had been mourning over for months.
Soon Ema really did just see him as she had started as seeing him - a glimmerous fop and a hopeless rock star. It became easier to see him as this when he treated her in the same, annoying way. Flirting shamelessly and calling her “Fraulein Detective” once again. Hopefully nobody would notice anything, and the badgering would move on.
She was lucky - greenhorn Apollo Justice was the new gossip - with his first murder case he managed to get his own mentor sent to jail, and then he took a gangster as his next client. It was only natural for him to be talked about.
Even after her moving on, she couldn’t help but notice how stressed Klavier had become. Yeah, his brother was in jail along with a band mate, but there was something more to it than that. Guilt?
Of course, it was Klavier’s realization. It was near the first trial using the jurist system, and Klavier was very close to discovering the whole truth to the case seven years ago. The realization? He had sent an innocent man, an innocent man, good friends with the Fraulein detective he might add, to unemployment and shame.
He knew how good a defense attourney Apollo Justice could be. It was almost shocking his ability to squeeze the truth out of witnesses. He knew Herr Forehead would find the truth to what Klavier had done with the help of his brother. His worry wasn’t what the public would think of his mess-up, but what Ema would think.
Would she forgive him for destroying THE Phoenix Wright’s career for presenting forged evidence he didn’t know was as such at the time?
***
“Apollo! Wait!”
“What?” Apollo turned to face Ema, who was panting after rushing to catch up with him after he left the courthouse. “I don’t want to talk right now.”
“Tough. You’re gonna,” said Ema stubbornly, holding out a bag of snackoos for Apollo to take one. He extended his arm carefully, as though expecting her to bite him if he went too close to her precious bag of snacks. He took one and started to munch on it.
“Sit down over here,” said Ema, beckoning to a nearby bench where they had a good view of the happenings in the lobby.
“What?” asked Apollo grumpily again.
“I’ve never seen you act like that! Your face just went stiff and you ran over to Vera! You looked so panicked!”
“Wel,l you would be, too, if your client keeled over backwards for no obvious reason in the middle of your interrogation. And not any client, Vera, she’s so -“ Apollo blushed as if he’d shared too much. Ema got the idea. Apollo had some feelings for Vera Misham, and he wasn’t hiding that fact very well. Apollo sharply changed the subject. “Well, what about you and Klavier, then? You go stone cold every time he speaks in court!”
“It’s... nothing,” said Ema quickly. “He’s a fop, that’s all. His presence annoys me.”
“Yeah...right.” Apollo snorted. “From what I’ve heard from Gumshoe -“
“Anything you heard from Gumshoe’s a lie,” cut across Ema. “He’s bending the facts.”
“Oh, well what were the facts to begin with? Getting matey with your boss are we Ema?” Ema blushed scarlet, but didn’t deny it. Apollo snorted again and Ema felt her anger bubbling.
“Klavier Gavin and I were NEVER together and never will be! He’s a stupid, stuck up, glimmerous fop and I hate him!”
“Really, Fraulein?” said a voice behind her. Ema turned. “Well if that’s what you think, then I’ll keep these for my real girlfriend. My dear Kathrin.” Klavier dropped a bunch of pale roses, Ema’s favorites, on the floor and kicked at them. “Or maybe I’ll leave them here. For our pretty little Fraulein Detective to analyze.” And he left. Ema heard his motorcycle zoom away and dropped to the floor with the scattered roses. Apollo tactfully walked back to the courtroom, and left Ema to her stunned state on the lobby floor.
Spoiler: Part 6
Klavier was in a storm of rage as he drove. He had no idea where he was going. He didn’t care. So she thought he was stupid, did she? She thought he was stuck up, a glimmerous fop. He’d heard her use that phase before. He had found it amusing at the time. It was like the Fraulein’s little joke, almost a pet name for him. Almost. He’d never found it offensive, not once until now.
He circled around the block a couple of times. He knew he was avoiding the real issues. She had said she hated him. That stung. Klavier liked that Ema was so stubborn, so happy to name-call, but he had never heard her say that. It was so... blunt. He could feel himself calming a bit, his muscles relaxing, weakening his fierce grip on the handlebars. He sighed. He was regretting his reaction already. It was one thing to talk that way to the Fraulein detective, another to do so in front of an audience. How would he face Herr Forehead in court after that little display? He pulled in at a gas station, even though we wasn’t in the least low on fuel. He went into the little garage shop and grabbed a can of coke of the shelf. He gave the woman at the till the money, not in the mood for any playful flirting or even a smile. The woman looked put-out - she was obviously expecting more from the rock star. After all, Klavier was well-known for his almost cheeky personality.
He got off his bike and made his way back to the courtroom. He knew that he wasn’t really meant to have left. The case hadn’t had a verdict yet, and even though the defendant was unconscious, he was still expected to stay there. The thought of the case bought up another reason to be depressed. The Fraulein detective knew. He couldn’t avoid that. She would forever hate him for ruining Herr Wright’s career, and after how he had just acted, he’d never be able to explain the full story to her.
Ema sat on the floor, surrounded by the roses for quite some time. She couldn’t bring herself to move. If she’d been paying attention, she would have noticed how nobody entered the lobby. She’d notice Apollo directing people out the other way, in sympathy. But Ema wasn’t paying attention, and she didn’t notice. She just sat. Dumfounded. She had never once heard Klavier talk like that. He had just been so fierce, and it was her fault. Her and her big mouth.
A motorbike sounded outside. Ema looked up, surprised. He was back. She listened as he cut the engine. She heard his footsteps walk up the steps. She slowly got up off the floor. She knew she had to apologise, and she would get on with it. Who knew how long the court session would be? The footsteps hesitated at the door. Ema held her breath.
The door opened. “Fraulein I am so sorry!” Said Klavier. “I was... I... sorry.” He said again.
“I forgive you.” Said Ema. She crossed her fingers, wishing for the best.
“You do?” he said. He sounded genuinely shocked. “Where’s your protests. This isn’t regular dor you, ja?”
Ema plucked up her courage. “I was the one who span this out of control. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to Apollo. But you shouldn’t have been dating that other girl when you kissed me!”
“Nein, Fraulein, I did date Kathryn, but that was six years ago, ja?”
Ema felt faint. She had been wrong, and had suffered for it long enough. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “forgive me?”
Klavier didn’t answer at first. He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Of course I will, Ema.”
He circled around the block a couple of times. He knew he was avoiding the real issues. She had said she hated him. That stung. Klavier liked that Ema was so stubborn, so happy to name-call, but he had never heard her say that. It was so... blunt. He could feel himself calming a bit, his muscles relaxing, weakening his fierce grip on the handlebars. He sighed. He was regretting his reaction already. It was one thing to talk that way to the Fraulein detective, another to do so in front of an audience. How would he face Herr Forehead in court after that little display? He pulled in at a gas station, even though we wasn’t in the least low on fuel. He went into the little garage shop and grabbed a can of coke of the shelf. He gave the woman at the till the money, not in the mood for any playful flirting or even a smile. The woman looked put-out - she was obviously expecting more from the rock star. After all, Klavier was well-known for his almost cheeky personality.
He got off his bike and made his way back to the courtroom. He knew that he wasn’t really meant to have left. The case hadn’t had a verdict yet, and even though the defendant was unconscious, he was still expected to stay there. The thought of the case bought up another reason to be depressed. The Fraulein detective knew. He couldn’t avoid that. She would forever hate him for ruining Herr Wright’s career, and after how he had just acted, he’d never be able to explain the full story to her.
***
Ema sat on the floor, surrounded by the roses for quite some time. She couldn’t bring herself to move. If she’d been paying attention, she would have noticed how nobody entered the lobby. She’d notice Apollo directing people out the other way, in sympathy. But Ema wasn’t paying attention, and she didn’t notice. She just sat. Dumfounded. She had never once heard Klavier talk like that. He had just been so fierce, and it was her fault. Her and her big mouth.
A motorbike sounded outside. Ema looked up, surprised. He was back. She listened as he cut the engine. She heard his footsteps walk up the steps. She slowly got up off the floor. She knew she had to apologise, and she would get on with it. Who knew how long the court session would be? The footsteps hesitated at the door. Ema held her breath.
The door opened. “Fraulein I am so sorry!” Said Klavier. “I was... I... sorry.” He said again.
“I forgive you.” Said Ema. She crossed her fingers, wishing for the best.
“You do?” he said. He sounded genuinely shocked. “Where’s your protests. This isn’t regular dor you, ja?”
Ema plucked up her courage. “I was the one who span this out of control. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to Apollo. But you shouldn’t have been dating that other girl when you kissed me!”
“Nein, Fraulein, I did date Kathryn, but that was six years ago, ja?”
Ema felt faint. She had been wrong, and had suffered for it long enough. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “forgive me?”
Klavier didn’t answer at first. He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Of course I will, Ema.”
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Falling Over
Genre: Romance (It was going to be comedy, but I'm not funny so it's romance. You say there's no romance in it? Well TOO BAD - IT'S ROMANCE BECAUSE I SAY SO!)
Pairings: Apollo/Vera
Descriptions: Apollo is very clumsy. That's all I've come up with so far.
Spoiler: In the bathroom
Apollo Justice woke, as normal, at 4:30 am. He muttered something incoherent under his breath. He groggily remembered stumbling into bed around midnight. No, that couldn’t be right. Apollo wasn’t one for late nights. Still, he knew how to check. He reached up to feel his hair, and groaned. His spikes were two sticky clumps on the top of his head.
Normallly, before bed, Apollo would spend some time carefully shampooing his masterpieces. He then carfully laid them flat on his head, with a hair band over them for good measure. If he was out late, he would have forgotten to do that, and this was the result. Two sticky, slimy bundles on his head, with unruly streaks stuck to the side of his face. He groaned again; he was making a habit of it this morning.
He unwillingly got out of bed and padded to the tiny bathroom of his small, three-roomed apartment. He looked in the mirror and yelped. It was worse than he imagined. His entire forehead (yes, the whole thing, and that was an acheivment) was covered in a curtain of goopy brown hair. This was going to take a lot of work, and shampoo for that matter. Apollo worked out in his head he would have to cut his chords of steel exercise by almost an hour.
So he set to work. First he rubbed rather lavish amounts of shampoo into his hair. He surprised himself by knowing exactly what he had to do. This had only ever happened once before, just after his first case, when he ended up accusing his own mentor of murder. He quickly distracted himself from this memory-it was ruining his concentration. Next he splattered on some conditioner, and combed through his once-perfect spikes to get rid of those hideous tangles. He pulled out a large tub from the little bathroom cabnet - it took up a whole shelf to itself. It was labelled “Hair Gel”. He realized how much he would need to use, bringing on a new fit of groans. Hair gel was what he spent at least a quarter of his attorney’s money on. Another half went to the Wrights' rent. He had no idea why. It wasn't like there was a decent reason he could persuade himself to let it happen; he just felt sorry for the once big-shot attorney. He guessed he also felt quite grateful to Mr. Wright.
He tried to remember why he’d been out so late in the first place. He remembered now: he’d been out at that awful French restarant celebrating another successful case. Trucy had been there, obviously, giggling and cracking jokes with anyone who had been listening. Mr. Wright had bought along a friend of his, Mina or something. She wore Japanese-style clothing, and spent most of the time calling Mr. Wright “Nick” and cracking jokes about Apollo’s “devil’s horns”. Then there had been the defendant, Abby-Jane Smith. She was quite quiet, but got on well with Vera. Yes, Vera had been there. Apollo blushed when he remembered how stuttery he’d been when she arrived with a sketch of Apollo in court. She had said she’d been in the area, and had wanted to watch his trial. He’d tried not to be too proud when she congratulated him on a fantastic case.
He sighed to himself happily as he straighted out his final spike. Perfection. He took a step back to admire his handwork, and promptly slimmed on some water that had splashed out of the sink. He flailed around, desperate not to make contact to with the ground, grabbing onto the shower curtain in his desperate attempt to stay upright, with is other hand groping to make contact with anything sturdy. His legs slipping madly, he knew if he didn’t steady himself, he’d be doing the spilts. He grabbed the hot tap on the sink. It twisted with his pull and sprayed him with scalding water. Yelping, he tried to stop the tap’s flow. He managed it, and stood for a spit second in this ridiculus position. He heard the curtain ripping before he saw it. Suddenly, he was stumbing head-first into the shower, the curtain twisted ludicrously around his body. Crash! He had landed on the floor of the shower, feet sticking out of where the curtain once was, with his face swished against the drain, unable to move.
It was in this position that Trucy and her father found him.
Normallly, before bed, Apollo would spend some time carefully shampooing his masterpieces. He then carfully laid them flat on his head, with a hair band over them for good measure. If he was out late, he would have forgotten to do that, and this was the result. Two sticky, slimy bundles on his head, with unruly streaks stuck to the side of his face. He groaned again; he was making a habit of it this morning.
He unwillingly got out of bed and padded to the tiny bathroom of his small, three-roomed apartment. He looked in the mirror and yelped. It was worse than he imagined. His entire forehead (yes, the whole thing, and that was an acheivment) was covered in a curtain of goopy brown hair. This was going to take a lot of work, and shampoo for that matter. Apollo worked out in his head he would have to cut his chords of steel exercise by almost an hour.
So he set to work. First he rubbed rather lavish amounts of shampoo into his hair. He surprised himself by knowing exactly what he had to do. This had only ever happened once before, just after his first case, when he ended up accusing his own mentor of murder. He quickly distracted himself from this memory-it was ruining his concentration. Next he splattered on some conditioner, and combed through his once-perfect spikes to get rid of those hideous tangles. He pulled out a large tub from the little bathroom cabnet - it took up a whole shelf to itself. It was labelled “Hair Gel”. He realized how much he would need to use, bringing on a new fit of groans. Hair gel was what he spent at least a quarter of his attorney’s money on. Another half went to the Wrights' rent. He had no idea why. It wasn't like there was a decent reason he could persuade himself to let it happen; he just felt sorry for the once big-shot attorney. He guessed he also felt quite grateful to Mr. Wright.
He tried to remember why he’d been out so late in the first place. He remembered now: he’d been out at that awful French restarant celebrating another successful case. Trucy had been there, obviously, giggling and cracking jokes with anyone who had been listening. Mr. Wright had bought along a friend of his, Mina or something. She wore Japanese-style clothing, and spent most of the time calling Mr. Wright “Nick” and cracking jokes about Apollo’s “devil’s horns”. Then there had been the defendant, Abby-Jane Smith. She was quite quiet, but got on well with Vera. Yes, Vera had been there. Apollo blushed when he remembered how stuttery he’d been when she arrived with a sketch of Apollo in court. She had said she’d been in the area, and had wanted to watch his trial. He’d tried not to be too proud when she congratulated him on a fantastic case.
He sighed to himself happily as he straighted out his final spike. Perfection. He took a step back to admire his handwork, and promptly slimmed on some water that had splashed out of the sink. He flailed around, desperate not to make contact to with the ground, grabbing onto the shower curtain in his desperate attempt to stay upright, with is other hand groping to make contact with anything sturdy. His legs slipping madly, he knew if he didn’t steady himself, he’d be doing the spilts. He grabbed the hot tap on the sink. It twisted with his pull and sprayed him with scalding water. Yelping, he tried to stop the tap’s flow. He managed it, and stood for a spit second in this ridiculus position. He heard the curtain ripping before he saw it. Suddenly, he was stumbing head-first into the shower, the curtain twisted ludicrously around his body. Crash! He had landed on the floor of the shower, feet sticking out of where the curtain once was, with his face swished against the drain, unable to move.
It was in this position that Trucy and her father found him.
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Title: Emails To Europe
Rating: K+???
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairings: Ema/Klaveir, Lana/Edgeworth
Spoiler: Chapter 1
02/01/2010 6:42 pm
To Lana,
It’s my new year’s resolution to email you more. Are you having fun in Europe? I must admit it’s strange, you not being here - works all right, I guess. Not getting to work with the forensic team is a put-down, and it doesn’t help that I don’t like my boss. Not one bit.
Your sister, Ema
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03/01/2010 3:39 pm
Ema,
I’m finding Germany extremely pleasant. I enjoy studying law further, and I was visiting a well-known German courthouse when I bumped into a certain Miles Edgeworth.
Why don’t you like your boss? Which prosecutor do you work for?
Ever loving, Lana.
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03/01/2010 7:44 pm
OMG Lana you met MILES EDGEWORTH? You are so lucky! What happened? What did you talk about? Seriously you are SO lucky! :-O
From your jealous sister, Ema.
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04/01/2010 9:20 am
Ema,
When are you going to get over your crush on Miles Edgeworth? It was nothing much, we just went out for coffee (or in his case, tea) and a catch-up. No big deal.
You’re still avoiding my question, intentionally or not. Which prosecutor do you work for?
Increasingly exasperated, Lana. X
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04/01/2010 12:30 pm
To Lana
Don’t you realise how lucky you are to be on speaking terms with THE Miles Edgeworth? And I don’t have a crush on him, thank you very much. I just think he is an important, historical person. With nice hair.
I work for a glimmerous fop by the name of Klavier Gavin. He really gets on my nerves.
From Ema xxx
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05/01/2010 9:42 pm
To Ema
I went to the Berlin Cathedral today. It was beautiful. I’m not one for sightseeing, but how could I not visit it? I’m enjoying my stay, and I’m learning a lot about German society.
As far as I know, Klavier Gavin is very gifted at both the jobs he does. Why does he stop you from enjoying your job?
Lana
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06/01/2010 5:09 pm
To Lana,
Reasons why Klavier Gavin annoys me:
- He insists on using words I don’t understand
-He doesn’t act like he takes his job very seriously
-His fan girls trample my crime scenes
-His music is just noise
-He takes advantage of my position by giving me useless jobs like security at his stupid concerts
-He steals my snackoos
-He deliberately winds me up
-He flirts with me
-He is 100% glimmerous fop
That enough reasons for you? Ema.
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06/01/2010 7:22 pm
Ema,
I don’t want to be the one to break it to you, but as your sister it’s my job. It sounds like Klavier Gavin has a crush on you. It’s not an easy subject to give advice on, but I’d be careful, as he is your boss. It’s wrong of him to flirt with you in the workplace, but stealing one of your snacks really isn’t a crime. Give the poor guy a break.
Lana
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07/01/2010 5:54 pm
Lana, I have to break it to YOU, but you’re WRONG!!!! Klavier Gavin does not have a crush on me. That would be too weird for words. Anyway, the fop’s like that to everyone, but because they all worship at his feet they just don’t notice.
Tell me some more about Germany - this topic is making me awkward.
Ema
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10/01/2010 6:30 pm
Ema,
Ok, if you say so, I guess you know more about his actions than me.
I’m pleased to say that I’ve got a job. I’m not working on a murder case, at current, but I’m doing some rather boring work on property ownership. It’s lucky that I am almost fluent at German by now. Sadly, this means I’ll be quite busy, but I’ll still answer your emails when they come.
Stay out of trouble, and it’s not nice to call your boss a “fop”.
Lana xxx
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11/01/2010 7:22 pm
Lana
You can’t sway me, he is a fop, and that’s what I’ll call him if I want, and what do you mean, stay out of trouble? I’m not sixteen anymore!
Its great news about the job, I’m really pleased for you. We’ve got a rather big murder case on our hands at the moment. The fop’s being a real nuisance, breathing down my neck. He doesn’t want to lose to Apollo again. This means that I’ll be quite busy, too! You know, I think this is the longest I’ve stuck to a new year’s resolution? Shame I’ll be working too hard to really stick to it now.
Ema
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16/01/2010 9:24 pm
Ema,
I’m glad I finally found the time to write to you. It’s all been pretty hectic, and this is the first time I’ve been free to sit and send you an email. Who’s this “Apollo” then? Why would you be on first-name terms with your boss’ rival? Unless there’s something going on between you. I’m interested to know, especially since your reaction to my statement of Mr. Gavin having a crush on you.
Lana
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18/01/2010
Lana,
There is nothing going on between me and Apollo. I only call him by his first name because he asked me too, and bought me some fingerprint powder. Not any powder though! It was the stuff I used in the case with Mr Wright. He’s lost his badge, and taken on Apollo Justice as an apprentice. Weirdest thing is, he had a daughter! She has to be adopted or something, because he’s too young to have a teenage daughter, and he didn’t have a daughter when we met him.
Mr Gavin has been getting on my nerves even more than normal recently. He’s bringing those flipping’ fan girls with him everywhere, and he’s made a habit of snatching one of my snackoos when he walks past and I have a bag with me. You think, as a famous rock star and prosecutor he could afford his own snacks, don’t you?
Anything new happening in Germany? Talked anymore to Mr Edgeworth?
Ema
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10/02/2010 6:22 pm
Lana
Where are you? You didn’t reply to your last email, it’s been ages since you wrote. The fop is driving me insane. Today I found a bag of snackoos on my desk. Valentines’ edition. It was soooooo embarrassing, as everyone was asking who they were from. They didn’t have a note, but my bet is they were from the fop, because he winked at me when I said I had no idea. Why give me snackoos when it’s not even Valentine’s day?
Write back soon, Ema
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11/02/2010 8:14 pm
Ema,
I have some fantastic news. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been emailing, work is so overpowering! But the most amazing thing happened yesterday. Just promise me you’re ok with it. Miles called me up, asking if I would like to go out to dinner with him. Don’t freak out, please Ema. I’m quite pleased myself, but if it’s too weird, me dating your childhood crush, then that’s ok, and we can remain just friends.
Lana
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13/02/2010 4:56 pm
Oh WOW, Lana! You and Mr Edgeworth! That’s fantastic! I’ve told you before - I don’t have a crush on him, I just kind of idolise him, I guess. That’s such fantastic news! You and Mr. Edgeworth falling in love, getting married, having kids. It’s so cute, and I’m really, really happy for you!
Annoyingly, I’ve received 2 more snackoo packets. I’m absolutely sure they’re from the fop, the last ones had a little tag with the letter “k” on it. I don’t know why he’s doing it. To annoy me, maybe? There can’t be any other reason.
Annoyed to the bone, but happy about your date with Mr. Edgeworth, that’s me. Ema.
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14/02/2010 7:34 pm
Lana,
I’ve just got back from a date with APOLLO JUSTICE! Yeah, I know we’re just friends, and it wasn’t really a date, and I guess I was kind of using him, and I feel kinda bad now. But I’ll explain it to you, I promise - I’ll explain my weird day for you.
As you know, I’m one for sticking to tradition. It’s my tradition not to have a date on valentine’s day. I never get asked, and I don’t ask anyone. I like it that way.
Today there was a bouquet of roses on my desk, but no snackoos, if you were interested. I’m sure they’re from the fop - a joke, I guess. They were quite pretty, so I put them in a vase on my desk. He asked me if I was doing anything tonight. I told the fop my tradition, and he started to laugh and tease me about how I couldn’t get a date. It was mean and not really like him to actually make fun of me, rather than just wind me up until I want to smack him.
There’s been another really brutal murder. I had to go and examine the scene, and surprise, surprise Apollo was there with Mr. Wright’s kid. We were chatting and he was trying to persuade me to let him use my x-ray whatsit. I was in a really bad mood, and when he asked I told him about the fop’s remarks. He was kind of awkward.
Just then the fop arrives at the scene and without thinking I ask Apollo out on a date, to prove to the fop I can get a date. So Apollo agreed. Mr Wright’s kid, Trucy, started to giggle hysterically, but then the fop just went away, so that was good. I dunno if he heard.
I feel a bit mean calling him a fop from this point onwards, actually, so I’ll revert to Mr. Gavin.
So when I got back to the office to do some paperwork I wasn’t expecting anything. If Mr. Gavin had heard about the date I had with Apollo, maybe he’d shut up, but apart from that... Thing is, Mr. Gavin was all icy when I gave him the case files. He called me “Ms. Skye” rather than Fraulein, like normal (embarrassingly), and was completely stern. No jokes, no flirts, no random German words.
I’m completely fed up with him. Why act so cold? Anyway, my “Date” with Apollo was a complete disaster. He pretty much worked out my “plan” before I had myself. Stupid lawyers. Why’d he have to practically cross-examine me? This is his theory:
I hated that I was dateless. I spotted Klavier and asked Apollo out to make Klavier jealous.
I got angry and left, but I can’t help but realise he was right. Not about the jealous thing, but I did use him to annoy Klavier. I went to Mr. Wright’s place (Apollo’s always handing out there) and told him sorry, and that he was right (mostly). He looked so smug, and I swear both Trucy and Mr Wright were listening in.
Doesn’t explain why Mr. Gavin was so cold, though. It’s more his style to mock me about my choice of date, not blank me out.
Help sis! I prefer a glimmerous fop to a boss that completely blanks me!
Ema.
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To Lana,
It’s my new year’s resolution to email you more. Are you having fun in Europe? I must admit it’s strange, you not being here - works all right, I guess. Not getting to work with the forensic team is a put-down, and it doesn’t help that I don’t like my boss. Not one bit.
Your sister, Ema
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03/01/2010 3:39 pm
Ema,
I’m finding Germany extremely pleasant. I enjoy studying law further, and I was visiting a well-known German courthouse when I bumped into a certain Miles Edgeworth.
Why don’t you like your boss? Which prosecutor do you work for?
Ever loving, Lana.
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03/01/2010 7:44 pm
OMG Lana you met MILES EDGEWORTH? You are so lucky! What happened? What did you talk about? Seriously you are SO lucky! :-O
From your jealous sister, Ema.
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04/01/2010 9:20 am
Ema,
When are you going to get over your crush on Miles Edgeworth? It was nothing much, we just went out for coffee (or in his case, tea) and a catch-up. No big deal.
You’re still avoiding my question, intentionally or not. Which prosecutor do you work for?
Increasingly exasperated, Lana. X
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04/01/2010 12:30 pm
To Lana
Don’t you realise how lucky you are to be on speaking terms with THE Miles Edgeworth? And I don’t have a crush on him, thank you very much. I just think he is an important, historical person. With nice hair.
I work for a glimmerous fop by the name of Klavier Gavin. He really gets on my nerves.
From Ema xxx
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05/01/2010 9:42 pm
To Ema
I went to the Berlin Cathedral today. It was beautiful. I’m not one for sightseeing, but how could I not visit it? I’m enjoying my stay, and I’m learning a lot about German society.
As far as I know, Klavier Gavin is very gifted at both the jobs he does. Why does he stop you from enjoying your job?
Lana
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06/01/2010 5:09 pm
To Lana,
Reasons why Klavier Gavin annoys me:
- He insists on using words I don’t understand
-He doesn’t act like he takes his job very seriously
-His fan girls trample my crime scenes
-His music is just noise
-He takes advantage of my position by giving me useless jobs like security at his stupid concerts
-He steals my snackoos
-He deliberately winds me up
-He flirts with me
-He is 100% glimmerous fop
That enough reasons for you? Ema.
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06/01/2010 7:22 pm
Ema,
I don’t want to be the one to break it to you, but as your sister it’s my job. It sounds like Klavier Gavin has a crush on you. It’s not an easy subject to give advice on, but I’d be careful, as he is your boss. It’s wrong of him to flirt with you in the workplace, but stealing one of your snacks really isn’t a crime. Give the poor guy a break.
Lana
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07/01/2010 5:54 pm
Lana, I have to break it to YOU, but you’re WRONG!!!! Klavier Gavin does not have a crush on me. That would be too weird for words. Anyway, the fop’s like that to everyone, but because they all worship at his feet they just don’t notice.
Tell me some more about Germany - this topic is making me awkward.
Ema
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10/01/2010 6:30 pm
Ema,
Ok, if you say so, I guess you know more about his actions than me.
I’m pleased to say that I’ve got a job. I’m not working on a murder case, at current, but I’m doing some rather boring work on property ownership. It’s lucky that I am almost fluent at German by now. Sadly, this means I’ll be quite busy, but I’ll still answer your emails when they come.
Stay out of trouble, and it’s not nice to call your boss a “fop”.
Lana xxx
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11/01/2010 7:22 pm
Lana
You can’t sway me, he is a fop, and that’s what I’ll call him if I want, and what do you mean, stay out of trouble? I’m not sixteen anymore!
Its great news about the job, I’m really pleased for you. We’ve got a rather big murder case on our hands at the moment. The fop’s being a real nuisance, breathing down my neck. He doesn’t want to lose to Apollo again. This means that I’ll be quite busy, too! You know, I think this is the longest I’ve stuck to a new year’s resolution? Shame I’ll be working too hard to really stick to it now.
Ema
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16/01/2010 9:24 pm
Ema,
I’m glad I finally found the time to write to you. It’s all been pretty hectic, and this is the first time I’ve been free to sit and send you an email. Who’s this “Apollo” then? Why would you be on first-name terms with your boss’ rival? Unless there’s something going on between you. I’m interested to know, especially since your reaction to my statement of Mr. Gavin having a crush on you.
Lana
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18/01/2010
Lana,
There is nothing going on between me and Apollo. I only call him by his first name because he asked me too, and bought me some fingerprint powder. Not any powder though! It was the stuff I used in the case with Mr Wright. He’s lost his badge, and taken on Apollo Justice as an apprentice. Weirdest thing is, he had a daughter! She has to be adopted or something, because he’s too young to have a teenage daughter, and he didn’t have a daughter when we met him.
Mr Gavin has been getting on my nerves even more than normal recently. He’s bringing those flipping’ fan girls with him everywhere, and he’s made a habit of snatching one of my snackoos when he walks past and I have a bag with me. You think, as a famous rock star and prosecutor he could afford his own snacks, don’t you?
Anything new happening in Germany? Talked anymore to Mr Edgeworth?
Ema
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10/02/2010 6:22 pm
Lana
Where are you? You didn’t reply to your last email, it’s been ages since you wrote. The fop is driving me insane. Today I found a bag of snackoos on my desk. Valentines’ edition. It was soooooo embarrassing, as everyone was asking who they were from. They didn’t have a note, but my bet is they were from the fop, because he winked at me when I said I had no idea. Why give me snackoos when it’s not even Valentine’s day?
Write back soon, Ema
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11/02/2010 8:14 pm
Ema,
I have some fantastic news. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been emailing, work is so overpowering! But the most amazing thing happened yesterday. Just promise me you’re ok with it. Miles called me up, asking if I would like to go out to dinner with him. Don’t freak out, please Ema. I’m quite pleased myself, but if it’s too weird, me dating your childhood crush, then that’s ok, and we can remain just friends.
Lana
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13/02/2010 4:56 pm
Oh WOW, Lana! You and Mr Edgeworth! That’s fantastic! I’ve told you before - I don’t have a crush on him, I just kind of idolise him, I guess. That’s such fantastic news! You and Mr. Edgeworth falling in love, getting married, having kids. It’s so cute, and I’m really, really happy for you!
Annoyingly, I’ve received 2 more snackoo packets. I’m absolutely sure they’re from the fop, the last ones had a little tag with the letter “k” on it. I don’t know why he’s doing it. To annoy me, maybe? There can’t be any other reason.
Annoyed to the bone, but happy about your date with Mr. Edgeworth, that’s me. Ema.
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14/02/2010 7:34 pm
Lana,
I’ve just got back from a date with APOLLO JUSTICE! Yeah, I know we’re just friends, and it wasn’t really a date, and I guess I was kind of using him, and I feel kinda bad now. But I’ll explain it to you, I promise - I’ll explain my weird day for you.
As you know, I’m one for sticking to tradition. It’s my tradition not to have a date on valentine’s day. I never get asked, and I don’t ask anyone. I like it that way.
Today there was a bouquet of roses on my desk, but no snackoos, if you were interested. I’m sure they’re from the fop - a joke, I guess. They were quite pretty, so I put them in a vase on my desk. He asked me if I was doing anything tonight. I told the fop my tradition, and he started to laugh and tease me about how I couldn’t get a date. It was mean and not really like him to actually make fun of me, rather than just wind me up until I want to smack him.
There’s been another really brutal murder. I had to go and examine the scene, and surprise, surprise Apollo was there with Mr. Wright’s kid. We were chatting and he was trying to persuade me to let him use my x-ray whatsit. I was in a really bad mood, and when he asked I told him about the fop’s remarks. He was kind of awkward.
Just then the fop arrives at the scene and without thinking I ask Apollo out on a date, to prove to the fop I can get a date. So Apollo agreed. Mr Wright’s kid, Trucy, started to giggle hysterically, but then the fop just went away, so that was good. I dunno if he heard.
I feel a bit mean calling him a fop from this point onwards, actually, so I’ll revert to Mr. Gavin.
So when I got back to the office to do some paperwork I wasn’t expecting anything. If Mr. Gavin had heard about the date I had with Apollo, maybe he’d shut up, but apart from that... Thing is, Mr. Gavin was all icy when I gave him the case files. He called me “Ms. Skye” rather than Fraulein, like normal (embarrassingly), and was completely stern. No jokes, no flirts, no random German words.
I’m completely fed up with him. Why act so cold? Anyway, my “Date” with Apollo was a complete disaster. He pretty much worked out my “plan” before I had myself. Stupid lawyers. Why’d he have to practically cross-examine me? This is his theory:
I hated that I was dateless. I spotted Klavier and asked Apollo out to make Klavier jealous.
I got angry and left, but I can’t help but realise he was right. Not about the jealous thing, but I did use him to annoy Klavier. I went to Mr. Wright’s place (Apollo’s always handing out there) and told him sorry, and that he was right (mostly). He looked so smug, and I swear both Trucy and Mr Wright were listening in.
Doesn’t explain why Mr. Gavin was so cold, though. It’s more his style to mock me about my choice of date, not blank me out.
Help sis! I prefer a glimmerous fop to a boss that completely blanks me!
Ema.
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Spoiler: Chapter 2
14/02/2010 10:27 pm
Ema,
It is a mystery to me how you can find fingerprints, but miss an obvious truth. Mr. Justice is probably correct in his theory, and Mr. Gavin was acting icily for he was jealous. I’m really sorry to inform you then when he questioned if you had a date tonight; it was probably to check before asking you out himself. You may have really hurt your boss’ feelings, and the best thing to do would be to confront him about it.
You are completely right that I wasn’t there, however, and you can throw this advice aside if you wish. I would, however, like to tell you about my altogether more successful date with Miles. He picked me up at seven and drove me in his dark sports car to the restaurant. (Although my mind was flooded with memories from that case, I let them pass, to stop them spoiling my Valentine’s dinner.) Miles was lovely, a true gentleman. The dinner was tasteful, and Miles and I had an interesting conversation about German law.
It may seem very boring to you, but please be understanding that we are taking things slowly. I would prefer if you didn’t talk about love and marriage, for we are not at first kiss stage yet. A good relationship may mean becoming good friends first. (something you could teach to that boss of yours.).
From Lana.
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15/02/2010 6:31 pm
To Lana,
Wow. WOW. You may be right in saying that the fop has a crush on me. He was just as cold as before, and when I asked him why he was ignoring me he turned away, muttering something about “dating the enemy”. I caught up with him at lunch time, and although he said nothing to me when he sat down, he perked up to his normal self when I told him my date with Apollo was a complete disaster. (I didn’t tell him why, though.) God, what am I doing to do!?
Help me Lana! Ema.
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16/02/2010 7:48 pm
Ema,
First of all give me an immature moment to say “I told you so!” There really is nothing to can do. If you don’t like him that way back, then you can do one of two things: Fein ignorance or sit him down and tell him “no”. If you plan to do the second option, which in the long run should spare his feelings better, make sure you become his friend and gain his trust first. This will mean putting up with everything that annoys you about him.
It’s so nice for me to see you with someone like Mr. Gavin, you always were too focused on your target to even notice men liked you before.
Lana. X
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17/02/2010 6:23 pm
Lana, not helping.
Seriously, stop the sappiness. It’s all well and nice claiming I should talk to him about it, but how do I do that without getting fired? He’s my boss, I pretty much have to ignore it, there’s no other option.
Problem is, it’s hard to do. He’s getting more and more obvious.
Anyway, I’m getting fed up with this talk of my boss, let’s change to the oh-so-much-more enjoyable topic of you and Mr Edgeworth. It’s so amazing, isn’t it!? What do you think bought it on? I mean, it’s so nice of him, asking you to dinner, but do you think he already liked you, or invited you out as a friend? I want to know EVERYTHING. Like when did you start to like him? I mean, was it just when he asked you out, or was it before then, when you bumped into him when you realised how you felt? This is far better than any of those romantic novels you used to leave lying around!
Ema
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18/02/2010 9:11 pm
Ema,
You told me you didn’t read those!
I thought you’d never ask for any details! I have no clue what bought on Miles’ affection for me, it seemed out of the blue. As for when I started to like Miles, that’s different. I always got on well with him when we worked as prosecutors together, but it was when he was presumed dead I realised I thought of him as maybe a little more than just a friend. Even so, when he returned to office briefly I had no plans of starting anything with him, wanting to keep the relationship strictly working class. (unlike Mr Gavin, it seems.)
Miles and I are meeting up tomorrow at Miles’ favourite teashop tomorrow, he said he’d like to show it to me. He asked how you were doing with your forensics work, and he seemed sorry that it didn’t work out. He asked me to tell you that he hopes you decide to take the test again, because as far as he remembers at sixteen you were better than half the department!
Tell me some of your news next, Lana.
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19/02/2010 5:42 pm
Lana, Mr Edgeworth thinks I’m good at science? That is SO cool!
Your relationship with Mr. Edgeworth is very cute. You are both quite serious, and you’re the perfect combination. I’m getting ready for a date with a forensic scientist I work with sometimes. His name is James, and he complimented my lab coat and glasses before inviting me out for coffee to chat. He said he wanted to get to know me better! I hope he and I will get on as well as you and Mr. Edgeworth. I don’t have much time to write, James and I are meeting at six, so I need to head out if I don’t want to be late, but I’ll email you tomorrow with details of my date if you do the same with you date with Edgeworth.
Ema x
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20/02/2010 6:21 pm
Lana, as promised, an account of my date:
I was dressed, as before in my lab coat, but with a clean top and a pleated skirt, while he was wearing a simple shirt-jeans combo. He looked nice. I chose a latte and he a regular coffee, he refused to let me pay, saying he should as he invited me. Gentlemanly, no? It was fantastic, we chatted about work, I confessed that I failed my forensics exam, and he was so nice about it. He promised to coach me if I chose to retry! As it turns out, it took him three attempts to pass his exam, and all that time he was working in a corner shop and hating it. We chatted about hobbies; he likes to paint in his free time (which isn’t much). He asked some questions when I confessed that I didn’t really have any hobbies or talents besides science, and I thought he was unimpressed, but it was alright. He used a teensy bit of flattery when the conversation stopped a bit, but he wasn’t all stupid and flirty like one person I could mention. I don’t know where the time went after that, we just chatted, he’s so nice! He invited me out again next week, and we’re getting on really well.
Now it’s your turn to spill the beans on Edgeworth!
Over-the-moon, Ema.
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20/02/2010 7:34 pm
Ema,
I am pleased that you had a date, but what about Mr. Gavin, how will he react to this?
So as requested, I will tell you about my “date” with Miles:
The teashop was lovely, very sophisticated, and very Miles. We talked over a really good cup of tea - I must admit I was surprised at how English it all was - teashops aren’t a big thing in Germany. Miles explained that an English couple run it. It was all very pleasant, and we talked over some cases briefly, before moving on to talking about lots of different topics. Earl grey and sightseeing to name a couple. It was all going very well, like any other meeting, and then as we went to leave he planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried not to blush, but it’s in the Skye bloodline to flush easily, as you know.
Lana
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24/02/2010 8:43 pm
Lana,
That fop is driving me completely berserk! Annoyed, I bet, at my successful date with James, he’s piling work onto me like there’s no tomorrow! I BET it’s to stop me being able to go out with James again.
But his plan’s backfiring - me and James are getting on really well because James is so sympathetic to me and the massive pile of paperwork I have. I’m in the office ALL THE TIME! You think as a detective I’d get to LEAVE and DETECT things once in a while! !!!!!!!!
I HATE him!
Ema
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25/02/2010 7:45 am
Ema,
So I finally get an email from you and it’s filled with exclamation marks and overused capital letters. Really, Ema, be kind to your keyboard, and, sorry to say this again, but give the poor guy a break! Yes, I admit that if he’s giving you huge amounts of paperwork to distract you that’s wrong; but he could actually have some work that needs doing.
Calm down! Lana.
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27/02/2010 8:23 pm
Lana,
It’s been a week, and the paper work STILL hasn’t calmed down, and I’m SURE it’s just to distract me, because he’s not even on a case right now, and I’m the only detective in the department to be getting so much paperwork - he’s just loading random files and documents on me. I’m just so frustrated!
Ema
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28/02/2010 6:34 pm
Ema,
Please can you lay off the moaning? If all your emails are this depressing I’ll stop bothering to read them. If you have nothing interesting to say, say nothing at all.
Miles and I are meeting up this weekend to celebrate his birthday. I have a feeling it may be the night of our first kiss.
I can’t help but be excited - Lana
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Ema,
It is a mystery to me how you can find fingerprints, but miss an obvious truth. Mr. Justice is probably correct in his theory, and Mr. Gavin was acting icily for he was jealous. I’m really sorry to inform you then when he questioned if you had a date tonight; it was probably to check before asking you out himself. You may have really hurt your boss’ feelings, and the best thing to do would be to confront him about it.
You are completely right that I wasn’t there, however, and you can throw this advice aside if you wish. I would, however, like to tell you about my altogether more successful date with Miles. He picked me up at seven and drove me in his dark sports car to the restaurant. (Although my mind was flooded with memories from that case, I let them pass, to stop them spoiling my Valentine’s dinner.) Miles was lovely, a true gentleman. The dinner was tasteful, and Miles and I had an interesting conversation about German law.
It may seem very boring to you, but please be understanding that we are taking things slowly. I would prefer if you didn’t talk about love and marriage, for we are not at first kiss stage yet. A good relationship may mean becoming good friends first. (something you could teach to that boss of yours.).
From Lana.
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15/02/2010 6:31 pm
To Lana,
Wow. WOW. You may be right in saying that the fop has a crush on me. He was just as cold as before, and when I asked him why he was ignoring me he turned away, muttering something about “dating the enemy”. I caught up with him at lunch time, and although he said nothing to me when he sat down, he perked up to his normal self when I told him my date with Apollo was a complete disaster. (I didn’t tell him why, though.) God, what am I doing to do!?
Help me Lana! Ema.
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16/02/2010 7:48 pm
Ema,
First of all give me an immature moment to say “I told you so!” There really is nothing to can do. If you don’t like him that way back, then you can do one of two things: Fein ignorance or sit him down and tell him “no”. If you plan to do the second option, which in the long run should spare his feelings better, make sure you become his friend and gain his trust first. This will mean putting up with everything that annoys you about him.
It’s so nice for me to see you with someone like Mr. Gavin, you always were too focused on your target to even notice men liked you before.
Lana. X
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17/02/2010 6:23 pm
Lana, not helping.
Seriously, stop the sappiness. It’s all well and nice claiming I should talk to him about it, but how do I do that without getting fired? He’s my boss, I pretty much have to ignore it, there’s no other option.
Problem is, it’s hard to do. He’s getting more and more obvious.
Anyway, I’m getting fed up with this talk of my boss, let’s change to the oh-so-much-more enjoyable topic of you and Mr Edgeworth. It’s so amazing, isn’t it!? What do you think bought it on? I mean, it’s so nice of him, asking you to dinner, but do you think he already liked you, or invited you out as a friend? I want to know EVERYTHING. Like when did you start to like him? I mean, was it just when he asked you out, or was it before then, when you bumped into him when you realised how you felt? This is far better than any of those romantic novels you used to leave lying around!
Ema
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18/02/2010 9:11 pm
Ema,
You told me you didn’t read those!
I thought you’d never ask for any details! I have no clue what bought on Miles’ affection for me, it seemed out of the blue. As for when I started to like Miles, that’s different. I always got on well with him when we worked as prosecutors together, but it was when he was presumed dead I realised I thought of him as maybe a little more than just a friend. Even so, when he returned to office briefly I had no plans of starting anything with him, wanting to keep the relationship strictly working class. (unlike Mr Gavin, it seems.)
Miles and I are meeting up tomorrow at Miles’ favourite teashop tomorrow, he said he’d like to show it to me. He asked how you were doing with your forensics work, and he seemed sorry that it didn’t work out. He asked me to tell you that he hopes you decide to take the test again, because as far as he remembers at sixteen you were better than half the department!
Tell me some of your news next, Lana.
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19/02/2010 5:42 pm
Lana, Mr Edgeworth thinks I’m good at science? That is SO cool!
Your relationship with Mr. Edgeworth is very cute. You are both quite serious, and you’re the perfect combination. I’m getting ready for a date with a forensic scientist I work with sometimes. His name is James, and he complimented my lab coat and glasses before inviting me out for coffee to chat. He said he wanted to get to know me better! I hope he and I will get on as well as you and Mr. Edgeworth. I don’t have much time to write, James and I are meeting at six, so I need to head out if I don’t want to be late, but I’ll email you tomorrow with details of my date if you do the same with you date with Edgeworth.
Ema x
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20/02/2010 6:21 pm
Lana, as promised, an account of my date:
I was dressed, as before in my lab coat, but with a clean top and a pleated skirt, while he was wearing a simple shirt-jeans combo. He looked nice. I chose a latte and he a regular coffee, he refused to let me pay, saying he should as he invited me. Gentlemanly, no? It was fantastic, we chatted about work, I confessed that I failed my forensics exam, and he was so nice about it. He promised to coach me if I chose to retry! As it turns out, it took him three attempts to pass his exam, and all that time he was working in a corner shop and hating it. We chatted about hobbies; he likes to paint in his free time (which isn’t much). He asked some questions when I confessed that I didn’t really have any hobbies or talents besides science, and I thought he was unimpressed, but it was alright. He used a teensy bit of flattery when the conversation stopped a bit, but he wasn’t all stupid and flirty like one person I could mention. I don’t know where the time went after that, we just chatted, he’s so nice! He invited me out again next week, and we’re getting on really well.
Now it’s your turn to spill the beans on Edgeworth!
Over-the-moon, Ema.
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20/02/2010 7:34 pm
Ema,
I am pleased that you had a date, but what about Mr. Gavin, how will he react to this?
So as requested, I will tell you about my “date” with Miles:
The teashop was lovely, very sophisticated, and very Miles. We talked over a really good cup of tea - I must admit I was surprised at how English it all was - teashops aren’t a big thing in Germany. Miles explained that an English couple run it. It was all very pleasant, and we talked over some cases briefly, before moving on to talking about lots of different topics. Earl grey and sightseeing to name a couple. It was all going very well, like any other meeting, and then as we went to leave he planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried not to blush, but it’s in the Skye bloodline to flush easily, as you know.
Lana
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24/02/2010 8:43 pm
Lana,
That fop is driving me completely berserk! Annoyed, I bet, at my successful date with James, he’s piling work onto me like there’s no tomorrow! I BET it’s to stop me being able to go out with James again.
But his plan’s backfiring - me and James are getting on really well because James is so sympathetic to me and the massive pile of paperwork I have. I’m in the office ALL THE TIME! You think as a detective I’d get to LEAVE and DETECT things once in a while! !!!!!!!!
I HATE him!
Ema
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25/02/2010 7:45 am
Ema,
So I finally get an email from you and it’s filled with exclamation marks and overused capital letters. Really, Ema, be kind to your keyboard, and, sorry to say this again, but give the poor guy a break! Yes, I admit that if he’s giving you huge amounts of paperwork to distract you that’s wrong; but he could actually have some work that needs doing.
Calm down! Lana.
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27/02/2010 8:23 pm
Lana,
It’s been a week, and the paper work STILL hasn’t calmed down, and I’m SURE it’s just to distract me, because he’s not even on a case right now, and I’m the only detective in the department to be getting so much paperwork - he’s just loading random files and documents on me. I’m just so frustrated!
Ema
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28/02/2010 6:34 pm
Ema,
Please can you lay off the moaning? If all your emails are this depressing I’ll stop bothering to read them. If you have nothing interesting to say, say nothing at all.
Miles and I are meeting up this weekend to celebrate his birthday. I have a feeling it may be the night of our first kiss.
I can’t help but be excited - Lana
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Spoiler: Chapter 3
01/03/2010 7:23 pm
Pinch, punch, first day of the month, Lana! No returns!
That is so great! James and I have finally arranged another date tomorrow - the fop can’t get to me during my lunch break. We’re just going out to a little cafe/restaurant round the corner, but it’s going to be great. Paperwork is pulling me down - I have no free time to write.
Ema :D
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01/03/2010 9:53 pm
Ema,
It’s good that you’re managing to find time to email. I enjoy your emails, and it’s nice to stay in contact this way. Work is fine, albeit a bit gruelling. Property ownership just isn’t any fun, to be honest. Miles agrees with me.
James seems like a nice guy - it’s good you’ve found someone, and you shouldn’t let your boss ruin that for you.
Lana
(ps, my immature side has got the better of me. “Flick and a kick for being so sly.” We’ve been doing that since we were kids!)
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03/03/2010 7:32 pm
Lana,
I’m glad I found the time to send this. My resolution is slipping again, I’m emailing every other day! Anyway, today is Saturday, so I want to hear all about your date with Mr. Edgeworth. Wish him a big happy birthday from me! My lunch out with James was nice and simple, we talked about work to be honest, although James did get a bit protective over me, and got annoyed at the fop when we revisited the topic of my paperwork tower. I just want there to be a crime scene to investigate!
Ema xxx
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04/03/2010 10:23 am
Ema,
Yesterday’s date couldn’t have gone better. We had some traditional German dishes, and it was very enjoyable. Miles was at the centre of some attention for a bit when someone recognised him as “Demon prosecutor”, but it smoothed over nicely.
When he dropped me off at the apartment I’m renting he walked me to the door, and then we KISSED. (oh dear, now I’m overusing the capital letters). It was just a little peck, but I’ve been floating around for the past 13 hours.
Lana <3
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04/03/2010 6:49 pm
Lana,
I am so happy for you and Mr. Edgeworth - you’ve been talking things slow but it was definitely time for him to show you a bit of attention in that respect.
Happy for you! Ema
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05/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
Things are just falling into place. Miles and I are on excellent terms; I’ve completely mastered my German accent, and I’m working on a murder case now instead of property ownership.
Life’s good. Lana
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07/03/2010 6:12 pm
Lana,
That makes two of us! The fop’s working on another case, so it’s away from the desk and back to the crime scene. I just wish it were for a happier reason - a 21-year-old woman was found dead, stabbed in three places, and her 15-year-old sister has been arrested. Naturally, Apollo’s defending - makes me wonder if the kid’s innocent - they all seem to be when he defends them.
Ema
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08/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
That really is a horrible way to go. I’m prosecuting a man with a drinking problem who killed his wife. All facts add up as him being guilty - there’s no doubt in my mind. When I told Miles this he went deep into thought, and told me “I used to think that it was always that simple, too.” He was all quiet after that. It was a little strange to be honest.
Lana
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10/03/2010 8:27 pm
Lana,
When has Mr. Edgeworth ever not been quiet and deep in thought? I bumped into Mr. Wright yesterday. We talked for a bit, and he told me he was thinking of retaking the bar exam now his name’s been cleared! How great would that be? Mr Edgeworth and Mr. Wright were old school friends, I hear. I wonder when Mr Edgeworth last spoke to him?
Ema
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11/03/2010 6:54 pm
Ema,
I’ll ask Miles about Mr. Wright next time I see him - it’s good Mr. Wright may retake his exam, he was a talented attorney. That reminds me of someone else who should retake her exam! Do you think you will ever retake your forensic studies? This James has offered to coach you.
Lana xoxoxoxox
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13/03/2010 8:34 pm
Lana,
You very well know I would LOVE to retake my exam, but it’s not easy. For one thing I’ll have ti raise enough money to be allowed to retake it.
Ema
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14/03/2010 7:21 pm
Ema,
“For one thing?” Well, that’s a valid point, but what’s the other thing? I’m waiting.
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15/03/2010 6:06 pm
Lana,
It’s nothing.
Ema
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15/03/2010 6:08 pm
Ema,
Come on, it doesn’t seem like nothing! Spill the beans, I’m your sister, you can tell me anything.
Lana
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16/03/2010 8:12 pm
Lana,
Cool! Did you notice yesterday we were both emailing at the same time! That’s the nearest we got to actually having a conversation, and we didn’t even notice! From now on, check when emails are delivered - if it happens again we SO have to talk to each other!
Ema xxx
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17/03/2010 7:52 pm
Nice try, Ema.
You’re steering the topic away from that other reason for putting of the exam.
Lana
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18/03/2010 6:34 pm
Lana,
You got me. Please don’t think I’m completely crazy, but if I’m a forensic scientist I don’t have Klavier as my boss. He’s annoying, but James’ boss is an absolute nightmare from what I’ve heard.
Ema
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19/03/2010 7:11 pm
Ema,
Really? You prefer your current boss? The boss you moan about? The boss you hate? The boss who seems to have a crush on you? THAT boss?
Miles and I are getting on well at the moment. Things are getting a bit more serious now. You haven’t talked about you and James for a while now. Is everything alright between you?
Lana
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20/03/2010 6:32 pm
Lana,
I haven’t talked about me and James because there isn’t really very much to talk about. We meet up every day for lunch, but... nothing. Fop.
Ema
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21/03/2010 9:34 pm
Ema,
Fop? Isn’t that the term you have for your boss? Is your lack of romantic progression annoying you that much?
Lana
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22/03/2010 5:59 pm
Lana,
A “fop” is anyone who is annoying me. A “glimmerous fop” is a term used for my boss only. Get it right. If you were here I would snackoo you.
Ema x
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22/03/2010 9:23 pm
Ema - it’s not nice to throw snacks at your elders, you know, and I’m sorry I don’t know all the prazes in the “Ema Dictionary”.
I’m having a nice time, although I’m back to property ownership after the defence proved my client innocent. It’s almost like Miles had known all along what would happen.
Lana xxx
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23/03/2010 8:32 pm
Sis, the strangest thing happened today.
I was going to give the fop some papers he’d asked for, when James stormed out of the office just I was about to enter. He was absolutely fuming. He strained a smile when he saw me, but it was so fake it was unbelievable. He just wouldn’t calm down! I tried talking to him but he was in such a rage I couldn’t get a word out of him. I went into the office, but the fop was as bright and cheery and perky as normal.
James was fine at lunch but stiffened when the fops name was mentioned.
What happened between those two?
Ema
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Pinch, punch, first day of the month, Lana! No returns!
That is so great! James and I have finally arranged another date tomorrow - the fop can’t get to me during my lunch break. We’re just going out to a little cafe/restaurant round the corner, but it’s going to be great. Paperwork is pulling me down - I have no free time to write.
Ema :D
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01/03/2010 9:53 pm
Ema,
It’s good that you’re managing to find time to email. I enjoy your emails, and it’s nice to stay in contact this way. Work is fine, albeit a bit gruelling. Property ownership just isn’t any fun, to be honest. Miles agrees with me.
James seems like a nice guy - it’s good you’ve found someone, and you shouldn’t let your boss ruin that for you.
Lana
(ps, my immature side has got the better of me. “Flick and a kick for being so sly.” We’ve been doing that since we were kids!)
---
03/03/2010 7:32 pm
Lana,
I’m glad I found the time to send this. My resolution is slipping again, I’m emailing every other day! Anyway, today is Saturday, so I want to hear all about your date with Mr. Edgeworth. Wish him a big happy birthday from me! My lunch out with James was nice and simple, we talked about work to be honest, although James did get a bit protective over me, and got annoyed at the fop when we revisited the topic of my paperwork tower. I just want there to be a crime scene to investigate!
Ema xxx
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04/03/2010 10:23 am
Ema,
Yesterday’s date couldn’t have gone better. We had some traditional German dishes, and it was very enjoyable. Miles was at the centre of some attention for a bit when someone recognised him as “Demon prosecutor”, but it smoothed over nicely.
When he dropped me off at the apartment I’m renting he walked me to the door, and then we KISSED. (oh dear, now I’m overusing the capital letters). It was just a little peck, but I’ve been floating around for the past 13 hours.
Lana <3
---
04/03/2010 6:49 pm
Lana,
I am so happy for you and Mr. Edgeworth - you’ve been talking things slow but it was definitely time for him to show you a bit of attention in that respect.
Happy for you! Ema
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05/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
Things are just falling into place. Miles and I are on excellent terms; I’ve completely mastered my German accent, and I’m working on a murder case now instead of property ownership.
Life’s good. Lana
---
07/03/2010 6:12 pm
Lana,
That makes two of us! The fop’s working on another case, so it’s away from the desk and back to the crime scene. I just wish it were for a happier reason - a 21-year-old woman was found dead, stabbed in three places, and her 15-year-old sister has been arrested. Naturally, Apollo’s defending - makes me wonder if the kid’s innocent - they all seem to be when he defends them.
Ema
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08/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
That really is a horrible way to go. I’m prosecuting a man with a drinking problem who killed his wife. All facts add up as him being guilty - there’s no doubt in my mind. When I told Miles this he went deep into thought, and told me “I used to think that it was always that simple, too.” He was all quiet after that. It was a little strange to be honest.
Lana
---
10/03/2010 8:27 pm
Lana,
When has Mr. Edgeworth ever not been quiet and deep in thought? I bumped into Mr. Wright yesterday. We talked for a bit, and he told me he was thinking of retaking the bar exam now his name’s been cleared! How great would that be? Mr Edgeworth and Mr. Wright were old school friends, I hear. I wonder when Mr Edgeworth last spoke to him?
Ema
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11/03/2010 6:54 pm
Ema,
I’ll ask Miles about Mr. Wright next time I see him - it’s good Mr. Wright may retake his exam, he was a talented attorney. That reminds me of someone else who should retake her exam! Do you think you will ever retake your forensic studies? This James has offered to coach you.
Lana xoxoxoxox
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13/03/2010 8:34 pm
Lana,
You very well know I would LOVE to retake my exam, but it’s not easy. For one thing I’ll have ti raise enough money to be allowed to retake it.
Ema
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14/03/2010 7:21 pm
Ema,
“For one thing?” Well, that’s a valid point, but what’s the other thing? I’m waiting.
---
15/03/2010 6:06 pm
Lana,
It’s nothing.
Ema
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15/03/2010 6:08 pm
Ema,
Come on, it doesn’t seem like nothing! Spill the beans, I’m your sister, you can tell me anything.
Lana
---
16/03/2010 8:12 pm
Lana,
Cool! Did you notice yesterday we were both emailing at the same time! That’s the nearest we got to actually having a conversation, and we didn’t even notice! From now on, check when emails are delivered - if it happens again we SO have to talk to each other!
Ema xxx
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17/03/2010 7:52 pm
Nice try, Ema.
You’re steering the topic away from that other reason for putting of the exam.
Lana
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18/03/2010 6:34 pm
Lana,
You got me. Please don’t think I’m completely crazy, but if I’m a forensic scientist I don’t have Klavier as my boss. He’s annoying, but James’ boss is an absolute nightmare from what I’ve heard.
Ema
---
19/03/2010 7:11 pm
Ema,
Really? You prefer your current boss? The boss you moan about? The boss you hate? The boss who seems to have a crush on you? THAT boss?
Miles and I are getting on well at the moment. Things are getting a bit more serious now. You haven’t talked about you and James for a while now. Is everything alright between you?
Lana
---
20/03/2010 6:32 pm
Lana,
I haven’t talked about me and James because there isn’t really very much to talk about. We meet up every day for lunch, but... nothing. Fop.
Ema
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21/03/2010 9:34 pm
Ema,
Fop? Isn’t that the term you have for your boss? Is your lack of romantic progression annoying you that much?
Lana
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22/03/2010 5:59 pm
Lana,
A “fop” is anyone who is annoying me. A “glimmerous fop” is a term used for my boss only. Get it right. If you were here I would snackoo you.
Ema x
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22/03/2010 9:23 pm
Ema - it’s not nice to throw snacks at your elders, you know, and I’m sorry I don’t know all the prazes in the “Ema Dictionary”.
I’m having a nice time, although I’m back to property ownership after the defence proved my client innocent. It’s almost like Miles had known all along what would happen.
Lana xxx
---
23/03/2010 8:32 pm
Sis, the strangest thing happened today.
I was going to give the fop some papers he’d asked for, when James stormed out of the office just I was about to enter. He was absolutely fuming. He strained a smile when he saw me, but it was so fake it was unbelievable. He just wouldn’t calm down! I tried talking to him but he was in such a rage I couldn’t get a word out of him. I went into the office, but the fop was as bright and cheery and perky as normal.
James was fine at lunch but stiffened when the fops name was mentioned.
What happened between those two?
Ema
---
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Falling Over (Possibly multi-chapter)
Genre: Romance (It was going to be comedy, but I'm not funny so it's romance. You say there's no romance in it? Well TOO BAD - IT'S ROMANCE BECAUSE I SAY SO!)
Pairings: Apollo/Vera
Descriptions: Apollo is very clumsy. That's all I've come up with so far.
Spoiler: In the bathroom
Apollo Justice woke, as normal, at 4:30 am. He muttered something incoherent under his breath. He groggily remembered stumbling into bed around midnight. No, that couldn’t be right. Apollo wasn’t one for late nights. Still, he knew how to check. He reached up to feel his hair, and groaned. His spikes were two sticky clumps on the top of his head.
Normallly, before bed, Apollo would spend some time carefully shampooing his masterpieces. He then carfully laid them flat on his head, with a hair band over them for good measure. If he was out late, he would have forgotten to do that, and this was the result. Two sticky, slimy bundles on his head, with unruly streaks stuck to the side of his face. He groaned again; he was making a habit of it this morning.
He unwillingly got out of bed and padded to the tiny bathroom of his small, three-roomed apartment. He looked in the mirror and yelped. It was worse than he imagined. His entire forehead (yes, the whole thing, and that was an acheivment) was covered in a curtain of goopy brown hair. This was going to take a lot of work, and shampoo for that matter. Apollo worked out in his head he would have to cut his chords of steel exercise by almost an hour.
So he set to work. First he rubbed rather lavish amounts of shampoo into his hair. He surprised himself by knowing exactly what he had to do. This had only ever happened once before, just after his first case, when he ended up accusing his own mentor of murder. He quickly distracted himself from this memory-it was ruining his concentration. Next he splattered on some conditioner, and combed through his once-perfect spikes to get rid of those hideous tangles. He pulled out a large tub from the little bathroom cabnet - it took up a whole shelf to itself. It was labelled “Hair Gel”. He realized how much he would need to use, bringing on a new fit of groans. Hair gel was what he spent at least a quarter of his attorney’s money on. Another half went to the Wrights' rent. He had no idea why. It wasn't like there was a decent reason he could persuade himself to let it happen; he just felt sorry for the once big-shot attorney. He guessed he also felt quite grateful to Mr. Wright.
He tried to remember why he’d been out so late in the first place. He remembered now: he’d been out at that awful French restarant celebrating another successful case. Trucy had been there, obviously, giggling and cracking jokes with anyone who had been listening. Mr. Wright had bought along a friend of his, Mina or something. She wore Japanese-style clothing, and spent most of the time calling Mr. Wright “Nick” and cracking jokes about Apollo’s “devil’s horns”. Then there had been the defendant, Abby-Jane Smith. She was quite quiet, but got on well with Vera. Yes, Vera had been there. Apollo blushed when he remembered how stuttery he’d been when she arrived with a sketch of Apollo in court. She had said she’d been in the area, and had wanted to watch his trial. He’d tried not to be too proud when she congratulated him on a fantastic case.
He sighed to himself happily as he straighted out his final spike. Perfection. He took a step back to admire his handwork, and promptly slimmed on some water that had splashed out of the sink. He flailed around, desperate not to make contact to with the ground, grabbing onto the shower curtain in his desperate attempt to stay upright, with is other hand groping to make contact with anything sturdy. His legs slipping madly, he knew if he didn’t steady himself, he’d be doing the spilts. He grabbed the hot tap on the sink. It twisted with his pull and sprayed him with scalding water. Yelping, he tried to stop the tap’s flow. He managed it, and stood for a spit second in this ridiculus position. He heard the curtain ripping before he saw it. Suddenly, he was stumbing head-first into the shower, the curtain twisted ludicrously around his body. Crash! He had landed on the floor of the shower, feet sticking out of where the curtain once was, with his face swished against the drain, unable to move.
It was in this position that Trucy and her father found him.
Normallly, before bed, Apollo would spend some time carefully shampooing his masterpieces. He then carfully laid them flat on his head, with a hair band over them for good measure. If he was out late, he would have forgotten to do that, and this was the result. Two sticky, slimy bundles on his head, with unruly streaks stuck to the side of his face. He groaned again; he was making a habit of it this morning.
He unwillingly got out of bed and padded to the tiny bathroom of his small, three-roomed apartment. He looked in the mirror and yelped. It was worse than he imagined. His entire forehead (yes, the whole thing, and that was an acheivment) was covered in a curtain of goopy brown hair. This was going to take a lot of work, and shampoo for that matter. Apollo worked out in his head he would have to cut his chords of steel exercise by almost an hour.
So he set to work. First he rubbed rather lavish amounts of shampoo into his hair. He surprised himself by knowing exactly what he had to do. This had only ever happened once before, just after his first case, when he ended up accusing his own mentor of murder. He quickly distracted himself from this memory-it was ruining his concentration. Next he splattered on some conditioner, and combed through his once-perfect spikes to get rid of those hideous tangles. He pulled out a large tub from the little bathroom cabnet - it took up a whole shelf to itself. It was labelled “Hair Gel”. He realized how much he would need to use, bringing on a new fit of groans. Hair gel was what he spent at least a quarter of his attorney’s money on. Another half went to the Wrights' rent. He had no idea why. It wasn't like there was a decent reason he could persuade himself to let it happen; he just felt sorry for the once big-shot attorney. He guessed he also felt quite grateful to Mr. Wright.
He tried to remember why he’d been out so late in the first place. He remembered now: he’d been out at that awful French restarant celebrating another successful case. Trucy had been there, obviously, giggling and cracking jokes with anyone who had been listening. Mr. Wright had bought along a friend of his, Mina or something. She wore Japanese-style clothing, and spent most of the time calling Mr. Wright “Nick” and cracking jokes about Apollo’s “devil’s horns”. Then there had been the defendant, Abby-Jane Smith. She was quite quiet, but got on well with Vera. Yes, Vera had been there. Apollo blushed when he remembered how stuttery he’d been when she arrived with a sketch of Apollo in court. She had said she’d been in the area, and had wanted to watch his trial. He’d tried not to be too proud when she congratulated him on a fantastic case.
He sighed to himself happily as he straighted out his final spike. Perfection. He took a step back to admire his handwork, and promptly slimmed on some water that had splashed out of the sink. He flailed around, desperate not to make contact to with the ground, grabbing onto the shower curtain in his desperate attempt to stay upright, with is other hand groping to make contact with anything sturdy. His legs slipping madly, he knew if he didn’t steady himself, he’d be doing the spilts. He grabbed the hot tap on the sink. It twisted with his pull and sprayed him with scalding water. Yelping, he tried to stop the tap’s flow. He managed it, and stood for a spit second in this ridiculus position. He heard the curtain ripping before he saw it. Suddenly, he was stumbing head-first into the shower, the curtain twisted ludicrously around his body. Crash! He had landed on the floor of the shower, feet sticking out of where the curtain once was, with his face swished against the drain, unable to move.
It was in this position that Trucy and her father found him.
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Title: Emails To Europe
Rating: K+???
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairings: Ema/Klaveir, Lana/Edgeworth
Spoiler: Chapter 1
02/01/2010 6:42 pm
To Lana,
It’s my new year’s resolution to email you more. Are you having fun in Europe? I must admit it’s strange, you not being here - works all right, I guess. Not getting to work with the forensic team is a put-down, and it doesn’t help that I don’t like my boss. Not one bit.
Your sister, Ema
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03/01/2010 3:39 pm
Ema,
I’m finding Germany extremely pleasant. I enjoy studying law further, and I was visiting a well-known German courthouse when I bumped into a certain Miles Edgeworth.
Why don’t you like your boss? Which prosecutor do you work for?
Ever loving, Lana.
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03/01/2010 7:44 pm
OMG Lana you met MILES EDGEWORTH? You are so lucky! What happened? What did you talk about? Seriously you are SO lucky! :-O
From your jealous sister, Ema.
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04/01/2010 9:20 am
Ema,
When are you going to get over your crush on Miles Edgeworth? It was nothing much, we just went out for coffee (or in his case, tea) and a catch-up. No big deal.
You’re still avoiding my question, intentionally or not. Which prosecutor do you work for?
Increasingly exasperated, Lana. X
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04/01/2010 12:30 pm
To Lana
Don’t you realise how lucky you are to be on speaking terms with THE Miles Edgeworth? And I don’t have a crush on him, thank you very much. I just think he is an important, historical person. With nice hair.
I work for a glimmerous fop by the name of Klavier Gavin. He really gets on my nerves.
From Ema xxx
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05/01/2010 9:42 pm
To Ema
I went to the Berlin Cathedral today. It was beautiful. I’m not one for sightseeing, but how could I not visit it? I’m enjoying my stay, and I’m learning a lot about German society.
As far as I know, Klavier Gavin is very gifted at both the jobs he does. Why does he stop you from enjoying your job?
Lana
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06/01/2010 5:09 pm
To Lana,
Reasons why Klavier Gavin annoys me:
- He insists on using words I don’t understand
-He doesn’t act like he takes his job very seriously
-His fan girls trample my crime scenes
-His music is just noise
-He takes advantage of my position by giving me useless jobs like security at his stupid concerts
-He steals my snackoos
-He deliberately winds me up
-He flirts with me
-He is 100% glimmerous fop
That enough reasons for you? Ema.
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06/01/2010 7:22 pm
Ema,
I don’t want to be the one to break it to you, but as your sister it’s my job. It sounds like Klavier Gavin has a crush on you. It’s not an easy subject to give advice on, but I’d be careful, as he is your boss. It’s wrong of him to flirt with you in the workplace, but stealing one of your snacks really isn’t a crime. Give the poor guy a break.
Lana
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07/01/2010 5:54 pm
Lana, I have to break it to YOU, but you’re WRONG!!!! Klavier Gavin does not have a crush on me. That would be too weird for words. Anyway, the fop’s like that to everyone, but because they all worship at his feet they just don’t notice.
Tell me some more about Germany - this topic is making me awkward.
Ema
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10/01/2010 6:30 pm
Ema,
Ok, if you say so, I guess you know more about his actions than me.
I’m pleased to say that I’ve got a job. I’m not working on a murder case, at current, but I’m doing some rather boring work on property ownership. It’s lucky that I am almost fluent at German by now. Sadly, this means I’ll be quite busy, but I’ll still answer your emails when they come.
Stay out of trouble, and it’s not nice to call your boss a “fop”.
Lana xxx
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11/01/2010 7:22 pm
Lana
You can’t sway me, he is a fop, and that’s what I’ll call him if I want, and what do you mean, stay out of trouble? I’m not sixteen anymore!
Its great news about the job, I’m really pleased for you. We’ve got a rather big murder case on our hands at the moment. The fop’s being a real nuisance, breathing down my neck. He doesn’t want to lose to Apollo again. This means that I’ll be quite busy, too! You know, I think this is the longest I’ve stuck to a new year’s resolution? Shame I’ll be working too hard to really stick to it now.
Ema
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16/01/2010 9:24 pm
Ema,
I’m glad I finally found the time to write to you. It’s all been pretty hectic, and this is the first time I’ve been free to sit and send you an email. Who’s this “Apollo” then? Why would you be on first-name terms with your boss’ rival? Unless there’s something going on between you. I’m interested to know, especially since your reaction to my statement of Mr. Gavin having a crush on you.
Lana
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18/01/2010
Lana,
There is nothing going on between me and Apollo. I only call him by his first name because he asked me too, and bought me some fingerprint powder. Not any powder though! It was the stuff I used in the case with Mr Wright. He’s lost his badge, and taken on Apollo Justice as an apprentice. Weirdest thing is, he had a daughter! She has to be adopted or something, because he’s too young to have a teenage daughter, and he didn’t have a daughter when we met him.
Mr Gavin has been getting on my nerves even more than normal recently. He’s bringing those flipping’ fan girls with him everywhere, and he’s made a habit of snatching one of my snackoos when he walks past and I have a bag with me. You think, as a famous rock star and prosecutor he could afford his own snacks, don’t you?
Anything new happening in Germany? Talked anymore to Mr Edgeworth?
Ema
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10/02/2010 6:22 pm
Lana
Where are you? You didn’t reply to your last email, it’s been ages since you wrote. The fop is driving me insane. Today I found a bag of snackoos on my desk. Valentines’ edition. It was soooooo embarrassing, as everyone was asking who they were from. They didn’t have a note, but my bet is they were from the fop, because he winked at me when I said I had no idea. Why give me snackoos when it’s not even Valentine’s day?
Write back soon, Ema
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11/02/2010 8:14 pm
Ema,
I have some fantastic news. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been emailing, work is so overpowering! But the most amazing thing happened yesterday. Just promise me you’re ok with it. Miles called me up, asking if I would like to go out to dinner with him. Don’t freak out, please Ema. I’m quite pleased myself, but if it’s too weird, me dating your childhood crush, then that’s ok, and we can remain just friends.
Lana
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13/02/2010 4:56 pm
Oh WOW, Lana! You and Mr Edgeworth! That’s fantastic! I’ve told you before - I don’t have a crush on him, I just kind of idolise him, I guess. That’s such fantastic news! You and Mr. Edgeworth falling in love, getting married, having kids. It’s so cute, and I’m really, really happy for you!
Annoyingly, I’ve received 2 more snackoo packets. I’m absolutely sure they’re from the fop, the last ones had a little tag with the letter “k” on it. I don’t know why he’s doing it. To annoy me, maybe? There can’t be any other reason.
Annoyed to the bone, but happy about your date with Mr. Edgeworth, that’s me. Ema.
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14/02/2010 7:34 pm
Lana,
I’ve just got back from a date with APOLLO JUSTICE! Yeah, I know we’re just friends, and it wasn’t really a date, and I guess I was kind of using him, and I feel kinda bad now. But I’ll explain it to you, I promise - I’ll explain my weird day for you.
As you know, I’m one for sticking to tradition. It’s my tradition not to have a date on valentine’s day. I never get asked, and I don’t ask anyone. I like it that way.
Today there was a bouquet of roses on my desk, but no snackoos, if you were interested. I’m sure they’re from the fop - a joke, I guess. They were quite pretty, so I put them in a vase on my desk. He asked me if I was doing anything tonight. I told the fop my tradition, and he started to laugh and tease me about how I couldn’t get a date. It was mean and not really like him to actually make fun of me, rather than just wind me up until I want to smack him.
There’s been another really brutal murder. I had to go and examine the scene, and surprise, surprise Apollo was there with Mr. Wright’s kid. We were chatting and he was trying to persuade me to let him use my x-ray whatsit. I was in a really bad mood, and when he asked I told him about the fop’s remarks. He was kind of awkward.
Just then the fop arrives at the scene and without thinking I ask Apollo out on a date, to prove to the fop I can get a date. So Apollo agreed. Mr Wright’s kid, Trucy, started to giggle hysterically, but then the fop just went away, so that was good. I dunno if he heard.
I feel a bit mean calling him a fop from this point onwards, actually, so I’ll revert to Mr. Gavin.
So when I got back to the office to do some paperwork I wasn’t expecting anything. If Mr. Gavin had heard about the date I had with Apollo, maybe he’d shut up, but apart from that... Thing is, Mr. Gavin was all icy when I gave him the case files. He called me “Ms. Skye” rather than Fraulein, like normal (embarrassingly), and was completely stern. No jokes, no flirts, no random German words.
I’m completely fed up with him. Why act so cold? Anyway, my “Date” with Apollo was a complete disaster. He pretty much worked out my “plan” before I had myself. Stupid lawyers. Why’d he have to practically cross-examine me? This is his theory:
I hated that I was dateless. I spotted Klavier and asked Apollo out to make Klavier jealous.
I got angry and left, but I can’t help but realise he was right. Not about the jealous thing, but I did use him to annoy Klavier. I went to Mr. Wright’s place (Apollo’s always handing out there) and told him sorry, and that he was right (mostly). He looked so smug, and I swear both Trucy and Mr Wright were listening in.
Doesn’t explain why Mr. Gavin was so cold, though. It’s more his style to mock me about my choice of date, not blank me out.
Help sis! I prefer a glimmerous fop to a boss that completely blanks me!
Ema.
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To Lana,
It’s my new year’s resolution to email you more. Are you having fun in Europe? I must admit it’s strange, you not being here - works all right, I guess. Not getting to work with the forensic team is a put-down, and it doesn’t help that I don’t like my boss. Not one bit.
Your sister, Ema
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03/01/2010 3:39 pm
Ema,
I’m finding Germany extremely pleasant. I enjoy studying law further, and I was visiting a well-known German courthouse when I bumped into a certain Miles Edgeworth.
Why don’t you like your boss? Which prosecutor do you work for?
Ever loving, Lana.
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03/01/2010 7:44 pm
OMG Lana you met MILES EDGEWORTH? You are so lucky! What happened? What did you talk about? Seriously you are SO lucky! :-O
From your jealous sister, Ema.
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04/01/2010 9:20 am
Ema,
When are you going to get over your crush on Miles Edgeworth? It was nothing much, we just went out for coffee (or in his case, tea) and a catch-up. No big deal.
You’re still avoiding my question, intentionally or not. Which prosecutor do you work for?
Increasingly exasperated, Lana. X
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04/01/2010 12:30 pm
To Lana
Don’t you realise how lucky you are to be on speaking terms with THE Miles Edgeworth? And I don’t have a crush on him, thank you very much. I just think he is an important, historical person. With nice hair.
I work for a glimmerous fop by the name of Klavier Gavin. He really gets on my nerves.
From Ema xxx
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05/01/2010 9:42 pm
To Ema
I went to the Berlin Cathedral today. It was beautiful. I’m not one for sightseeing, but how could I not visit it? I’m enjoying my stay, and I’m learning a lot about German society.
As far as I know, Klavier Gavin is very gifted at both the jobs he does. Why does he stop you from enjoying your job?
Lana
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06/01/2010 5:09 pm
To Lana,
Reasons why Klavier Gavin annoys me:
- He insists on using words I don’t understand
-He doesn’t act like he takes his job very seriously
-His fan girls trample my crime scenes
-His music is just noise
-He takes advantage of my position by giving me useless jobs like security at his stupid concerts
-He steals my snackoos
-He deliberately winds me up
-He flirts with me
-He is 100% glimmerous fop
That enough reasons for you? Ema.
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06/01/2010 7:22 pm
Ema,
I don’t want to be the one to break it to you, but as your sister it’s my job. It sounds like Klavier Gavin has a crush on you. It’s not an easy subject to give advice on, but I’d be careful, as he is your boss. It’s wrong of him to flirt with you in the workplace, but stealing one of your snacks really isn’t a crime. Give the poor guy a break.
Lana
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07/01/2010 5:54 pm
Lana, I have to break it to YOU, but you’re WRONG!!!! Klavier Gavin does not have a crush on me. That would be too weird for words. Anyway, the fop’s like that to everyone, but because they all worship at his feet they just don’t notice.
Tell me some more about Germany - this topic is making me awkward.
Ema
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10/01/2010 6:30 pm
Ema,
Ok, if you say so, I guess you know more about his actions than me.
I’m pleased to say that I’ve got a job. I’m not working on a murder case, at current, but I’m doing some rather boring work on property ownership. It’s lucky that I am almost fluent at German by now. Sadly, this means I’ll be quite busy, but I’ll still answer your emails when they come.
Stay out of trouble, and it’s not nice to call your boss a “fop”.
Lana xxx
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11/01/2010 7:22 pm
Lana
You can’t sway me, he is a fop, and that’s what I’ll call him if I want, and what do you mean, stay out of trouble? I’m not sixteen anymore!
Its great news about the job, I’m really pleased for you. We’ve got a rather big murder case on our hands at the moment. The fop’s being a real nuisance, breathing down my neck. He doesn’t want to lose to Apollo again. This means that I’ll be quite busy, too! You know, I think this is the longest I’ve stuck to a new year’s resolution? Shame I’ll be working too hard to really stick to it now.
Ema
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16/01/2010 9:24 pm
Ema,
I’m glad I finally found the time to write to you. It’s all been pretty hectic, and this is the first time I’ve been free to sit and send you an email. Who’s this “Apollo” then? Why would you be on first-name terms with your boss’ rival? Unless there’s something going on between you. I’m interested to know, especially since your reaction to my statement of Mr. Gavin having a crush on you.
Lana
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18/01/2010
Lana,
There is nothing going on between me and Apollo. I only call him by his first name because he asked me too, and bought me some fingerprint powder. Not any powder though! It was the stuff I used in the case with Mr Wright. He’s lost his badge, and taken on Apollo Justice as an apprentice. Weirdest thing is, he had a daughter! She has to be adopted or something, because he’s too young to have a teenage daughter, and he didn’t have a daughter when we met him.
Mr Gavin has been getting on my nerves even more than normal recently. He’s bringing those flipping’ fan girls with him everywhere, and he’s made a habit of snatching one of my snackoos when he walks past and I have a bag with me. You think, as a famous rock star and prosecutor he could afford his own snacks, don’t you?
Anything new happening in Germany? Talked anymore to Mr Edgeworth?
Ema
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10/02/2010 6:22 pm
Lana
Where are you? You didn’t reply to your last email, it’s been ages since you wrote. The fop is driving me insane. Today I found a bag of snackoos on my desk. Valentines’ edition. It was soooooo embarrassing, as everyone was asking who they were from. They didn’t have a note, but my bet is they were from the fop, because he winked at me when I said I had no idea. Why give me snackoos when it’s not even Valentine’s day?
Write back soon, Ema
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11/02/2010 8:14 pm
Ema,
I have some fantastic news. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been emailing, work is so overpowering! But the most amazing thing happened yesterday. Just promise me you’re ok with it. Miles called me up, asking if I would like to go out to dinner with him. Don’t freak out, please Ema. I’m quite pleased myself, but if it’s too weird, me dating your childhood crush, then that’s ok, and we can remain just friends.
Lana
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13/02/2010 4:56 pm
Oh WOW, Lana! You and Mr Edgeworth! That’s fantastic! I’ve told you before - I don’t have a crush on him, I just kind of idolise him, I guess. That’s such fantastic news! You and Mr. Edgeworth falling in love, getting married, having kids. It’s so cute, and I’m really, really happy for you!
Annoyingly, I’ve received 2 more snackoo packets. I’m absolutely sure they’re from the fop, the last ones had a little tag with the letter “k” on it. I don’t know why he’s doing it. To annoy me, maybe? There can’t be any other reason.
Annoyed to the bone, but happy about your date with Mr. Edgeworth, that’s me. Ema.
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14/02/2010 7:34 pm
Lana,
I’ve just got back from a date with APOLLO JUSTICE! Yeah, I know we’re just friends, and it wasn’t really a date, and I guess I was kind of using him, and I feel kinda bad now. But I’ll explain it to you, I promise - I’ll explain my weird day for you.
As you know, I’m one for sticking to tradition. It’s my tradition not to have a date on valentine’s day. I never get asked, and I don’t ask anyone. I like it that way.
Today there was a bouquet of roses on my desk, but no snackoos, if you were interested. I’m sure they’re from the fop - a joke, I guess. They were quite pretty, so I put them in a vase on my desk. He asked me if I was doing anything tonight. I told the fop my tradition, and he started to laugh and tease me about how I couldn’t get a date. It was mean and not really like him to actually make fun of me, rather than just wind me up until I want to smack him.
There’s been another really brutal murder. I had to go and examine the scene, and surprise, surprise Apollo was there with Mr. Wright’s kid. We were chatting and he was trying to persuade me to let him use my x-ray whatsit. I was in a really bad mood, and when he asked I told him about the fop’s remarks. He was kind of awkward.
Just then the fop arrives at the scene and without thinking I ask Apollo out on a date, to prove to the fop I can get a date. So Apollo agreed. Mr Wright’s kid, Trucy, started to giggle hysterically, but then the fop just went away, so that was good. I dunno if he heard.
I feel a bit mean calling him a fop from this point onwards, actually, so I’ll revert to Mr. Gavin.
So when I got back to the office to do some paperwork I wasn’t expecting anything. If Mr. Gavin had heard about the date I had with Apollo, maybe he’d shut up, but apart from that... Thing is, Mr. Gavin was all icy when I gave him the case files. He called me “Ms. Skye” rather than Fraulein, like normal (embarrassingly), and was completely stern. No jokes, no flirts, no random German words.
I’m completely fed up with him. Why act so cold? Anyway, my “Date” with Apollo was a complete disaster. He pretty much worked out my “plan” before I had myself. Stupid lawyers. Why’d he have to practically cross-examine me? This is his theory:
I hated that I was dateless. I spotted Klavier and asked Apollo out to make Klavier jealous.
I got angry and left, but I can’t help but realise he was right. Not about the jealous thing, but I did use him to annoy Klavier. I went to Mr. Wright’s place (Apollo’s always handing out there) and told him sorry, and that he was right (mostly). He looked so smug, and I swear both Trucy and Mr Wright were listening in.
Doesn’t explain why Mr. Gavin was so cold, though. It’s more his style to mock me about my choice of date, not blank me out.
Help sis! I prefer a glimmerous fop to a boss that completely blanks me!
Ema.
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Spoiler: Chapter 2
14/02/2010 10:27 pm
Ema,
It is a mystery to me how you can find fingerprints, but miss an obvious truth. Mr. Justice is probably correct in his theory, and Mr. Gavin was acting icily for he was jealous. I’m really sorry to inform you then when he questioned if you had a date tonight; it was probably to check before asking you out himself. You may have really hurt your boss’ feelings, and the best thing to do would be to confront him about it.
You are completely right that I wasn’t there, however, and you can throw this advice aside if you wish. I would, however, like to tell you about my altogether more successful date with Miles. He picked me up at seven and drove me in his dark sports car to the restaurant. (Although my mind was flooded with memories from that case, I let them pass, to stop them spoiling my Valentine’s dinner.) Miles was lovely, a true gentleman. The dinner was tasteful, and Miles and I had an interesting conversation about German law.
It may seem very boring to you, but please be understanding that we are taking things slowly. I would prefer if you didn’t talk about love and marriage, for we are not at first kiss stage yet. A good relationship may mean becoming good friends first. (something you could teach to that boss of yours.).
From Lana.
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15/02/2010 6:31 pm
To Lana,
Wow. WOW. You may be right in saying that the fop has a crush on me. He was just as cold as before, and when I asked him why he was ignoring me he turned away, muttering something about “dating the enemy”. I caught up with him at lunch time, and although he said nothing to me when he sat down, he perked up to his normal self when I told him my date with Apollo was a complete disaster. (I didn’t tell him why, though.) God, what am I doing to do!?
Help me Lana! Ema.
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16/02/2010 7:48 pm
Ema,
First of all give me an immature moment to say “I told you so!” There really is nothing to can do. If you don’t like him that way back, then you can do one of two things: Fein ignorance or sit him down and tell him “no”. If you plan to do the second option, which in the long run should spare his feelings better, make sure you become his friend and gain his trust first. This will mean putting up with everything that annoys you about him.
It’s so nice for me to see you with someone like Mr. Gavin, you always were too focused on your target to even notice men liked you before.
Lana. X
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17/02/2010 6:23 pm
Lana, not helping.
Seriously, stop the sappiness. It’s all well and nice claiming I should talk to him about it, but how do I do that without getting fired? He’s my boss, I pretty much have to ignore it, there’s no other option.
Problem is, it’s hard to do. He’s getting more and more obvious.
Anyway, I’m getting fed up with this talk of my boss, let’s change to the oh-so-much-more enjoyable topic of you and Mr Edgeworth. It’s so amazing, isn’t it!? What do you think bought it on? I mean, it’s so nice of him, asking you to dinner, but do you think he already liked you, or invited you out as a friend? I want to know EVERYTHING. Like when did you start to like him? I mean, was it just when he asked you out, or was it before then, when you bumped into him when you realised how you felt? This is far better than any of those romantic novels you used to leave lying around!
Ema
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18/02/2010 9:11 pm
Ema,
You told me you didn’t read those!
I thought you’d never ask for any details! I have no clue what bought on Miles’ affection for me, it seemed out of the blue. As for when I started to like Miles, that’s different. I always got on well with him when we worked as prosecutors together, but it was when he was presumed dead I realised I thought of him as maybe a little more than just a friend. Even so, when he returned to office briefly I had no plans of starting anything with him, wanting to keep the relationship strictly working class. (unlike Mr Gavin, it seems.)
Miles and I are meeting up tomorrow at Miles’ favourite teashop tomorrow, he said he’d like to show it to me. He asked how you were doing with your forensics work, and he seemed sorry that it didn’t work out. He asked me to tell you that he hopes you decide to take the test again, because as far as he remembers at sixteen you were better than half the department!
Tell me some of your news next, Lana.
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19/02/2010 5:42 pm
Lana, Mr Edgeworth thinks I’m good at science? That is SO cool!
Your relationship with Mr. Edgeworth is very cute. You are both quite serious, and you’re the perfect combination. I’m getting ready for a date with a forensic scientist I work with sometimes. His name is James, and he complimented my lab coat and glasses before inviting me out for coffee to chat. He said he wanted to get to know me better! I hope he and I will get on as well as you and Mr. Edgeworth. I don’t have much time to write, James and I are meeting at six, so I need to head out if I don’t want to be late, but I’ll email you tomorrow with details of my date if you do the same with you date with Edgeworth.
Ema x
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20/02/2010 6:21 pm
Lana, as promised, an account of my date:
I was dressed, as before in my lab coat, but with a clean top and a pleated skirt, while he was wearing a simple shirt-jeans combo. He looked nice. I chose a latte and he a regular coffee, he refused to let me pay, saying he should as he invited me. Gentlemanly, no? It was fantastic, we chatted about work, I confessed that I failed my forensics exam, and he was so nice about it. He promised to coach me if I chose to retry! As it turns out, it took him three attempts to pass his exam, and all that time he was working in a corner shop and hating it. We chatted about hobbies; he likes to paint in his free time (which isn’t much). He asked some questions when I confessed that I didn’t really have any hobbies or talents besides science, and I thought he was unimpressed, but it was alright. He used a teensy bit of flattery when the conversation stopped a bit, but he wasn’t all stupid and flirty like one person I could mention. I don’t know where the time went after that, we just chatted, he’s so nice! He invited me out again next week, and we’re getting on really well.
Now it’s your turn to spill the beans on Edgeworth!
Over-the-moon, Ema.
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20/02/2010 7:34 pm
Ema,
I am pleased that you had a date, but what about Mr. Gavin, how will he react to this?
So as requested, I will tell you about my “date” with Miles:
The teashop was lovely, very sophisticated, and very Miles. We talked over a really good cup of tea - I must admit I was surprised at how English it all was - teashops aren’t a big thing in Germany. Miles explained that an English couple run it. It was all very pleasant, and we talked over some cases briefly, before moving on to talking about lots of different topics. Earl grey and sightseeing to name a couple. It was all going very well, like any other meeting, and then as we went to leave he planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried not to blush, but it’s in the Skye bloodline to flush easily, as you know.
Lana
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24/02/2010 8:43 pm
Lana,
That fop is driving me completely berserk! Annoyed, I bet, at my successful date with James, he’s piling work onto me like there’s no tomorrow! I BET it’s to stop me being able to go out with James again.
But his plan’s backfiring - me and James are getting on really well because James is so sympathetic to me and the massive pile of paperwork I have. I’m in the office ALL THE TIME! You think as a detective I’d get to LEAVE and DETECT things once in a while! !!!!!!!!
I HATE him!
Ema
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25/02/2010 7:45 am
Ema,
So I finally get an email from you and it’s filled with exclamation marks and overused capital letters. Really, Ema, be kind to your keyboard, and, sorry to say this again, but give the poor guy a break! Yes, I admit that if he’s giving you huge amounts of paperwork to distract you that’s wrong; but he could actually have some work that needs doing.
Calm down! Lana.
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27/02/2010 8:23 pm
Lana,
It’s been a week, and the paper work STILL hasn’t calmed down, and I’m SURE it’s just to distract me, because he’s not even on a case right now, and I’m the only detective in the department to be getting so much paperwork - he’s just loading random files and documents on me. I’m just so frustrated!
Ema
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28/02/2010 6:34 pm
Ema,
Please can you lay off the moaning? If all your emails are this depressing I’ll stop bothering to read them. If you have nothing interesting to say, say nothing at all.
Miles and I are meeting up this weekend to celebrate his birthday. I have a feeling it may be the night of our first kiss.
I can’t help but be excited - Lana
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Ema,
It is a mystery to me how you can find fingerprints, but miss an obvious truth. Mr. Justice is probably correct in his theory, and Mr. Gavin was acting icily for he was jealous. I’m really sorry to inform you then when he questioned if you had a date tonight; it was probably to check before asking you out himself. You may have really hurt your boss’ feelings, and the best thing to do would be to confront him about it.
You are completely right that I wasn’t there, however, and you can throw this advice aside if you wish. I would, however, like to tell you about my altogether more successful date with Miles. He picked me up at seven and drove me in his dark sports car to the restaurant. (Although my mind was flooded with memories from that case, I let them pass, to stop them spoiling my Valentine’s dinner.) Miles was lovely, a true gentleman. The dinner was tasteful, and Miles and I had an interesting conversation about German law.
It may seem very boring to you, but please be understanding that we are taking things slowly. I would prefer if you didn’t talk about love and marriage, for we are not at first kiss stage yet. A good relationship may mean becoming good friends first. (something you could teach to that boss of yours.).
From Lana.
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15/02/2010 6:31 pm
To Lana,
Wow. WOW. You may be right in saying that the fop has a crush on me. He was just as cold as before, and when I asked him why he was ignoring me he turned away, muttering something about “dating the enemy”. I caught up with him at lunch time, and although he said nothing to me when he sat down, he perked up to his normal self when I told him my date with Apollo was a complete disaster. (I didn’t tell him why, though.) God, what am I doing to do!?
Help me Lana! Ema.
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16/02/2010 7:48 pm
Ema,
First of all give me an immature moment to say “I told you so!” There really is nothing to can do. If you don’t like him that way back, then you can do one of two things: Fein ignorance or sit him down and tell him “no”. If you plan to do the second option, which in the long run should spare his feelings better, make sure you become his friend and gain his trust first. This will mean putting up with everything that annoys you about him.
It’s so nice for me to see you with someone like Mr. Gavin, you always were too focused on your target to even notice men liked you before.
Lana. X
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17/02/2010 6:23 pm
Lana, not helping.
Seriously, stop the sappiness. It’s all well and nice claiming I should talk to him about it, but how do I do that without getting fired? He’s my boss, I pretty much have to ignore it, there’s no other option.
Problem is, it’s hard to do. He’s getting more and more obvious.
Anyway, I’m getting fed up with this talk of my boss, let’s change to the oh-so-much-more enjoyable topic of you and Mr Edgeworth. It’s so amazing, isn’t it!? What do you think bought it on? I mean, it’s so nice of him, asking you to dinner, but do you think he already liked you, or invited you out as a friend? I want to know EVERYTHING. Like when did you start to like him? I mean, was it just when he asked you out, or was it before then, when you bumped into him when you realised how you felt? This is far better than any of those romantic novels you used to leave lying around!
Ema
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18/02/2010 9:11 pm
Ema,
You told me you didn’t read those!
I thought you’d never ask for any details! I have no clue what bought on Miles’ affection for me, it seemed out of the blue. As for when I started to like Miles, that’s different. I always got on well with him when we worked as prosecutors together, but it was when he was presumed dead I realised I thought of him as maybe a little more than just a friend. Even so, when he returned to office briefly I had no plans of starting anything with him, wanting to keep the relationship strictly working class. (unlike Mr Gavin, it seems.)
Miles and I are meeting up tomorrow at Miles’ favourite teashop tomorrow, he said he’d like to show it to me. He asked how you were doing with your forensics work, and he seemed sorry that it didn’t work out. He asked me to tell you that he hopes you decide to take the test again, because as far as he remembers at sixteen you were better than half the department!
Tell me some of your news next, Lana.
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19/02/2010 5:42 pm
Lana, Mr Edgeworth thinks I’m good at science? That is SO cool!
Your relationship with Mr. Edgeworth is very cute. You are both quite serious, and you’re the perfect combination. I’m getting ready for a date with a forensic scientist I work with sometimes. His name is James, and he complimented my lab coat and glasses before inviting me out for coffee to chat. He said he wanted to get to know me better! I hope he and I will get on as well as you and Mr. Edgeworth. I don’t have much time to write, James and I are meeting at six, so I need to head out if I don’t want to be late, but I’ll email you tomorrow with details of my date if you do the same with you date with Edgeworth.
Ema x
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20/02/2010 6:21 pm
Lana, as promised, an account of my date:
I was dressed, as before in my lab coat, but with a clean top and a pleated skirt, while he was wearing a simple shirt-jeans combo. He looked nice. I chose a latte and he a regular coffee, he refused to let me pay, saying he should as he invited me. Gentlemanly, no? It was fantastic, we chatted about work, I confessed that I failed my forensics exam, and he was so nice about it. He promised to coach me if I chose to retry! As it turns out, it took him three attempts to pass his exam, and all that time he was working in a corner shop and hating it. We chatted about hobbies; he likes to paint in his free time (which isn’t much). He asked some questions when I confessed that I didn’t really have any hobbies or talents besides science, and I thought he was unimpressed, but it was alright. He used a teensy bit of flattery when the conversation stopped a bit, but he wasn’t all stupid and flirty like one person I could mention. I don’t know where the time went after that, we just chatted, he’s so nice! He invited me out again next week, and we’re getting on really well.
Now it’s your turn to spill the beans on Edgeworth!
Over-the-moon, Ema.
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20/02/2010 7:34 pm
Ema,
I am pleased that you had a date, but what about Mr. Gavin, how will he react to this?
So as requested, I will tell you about my “date” with Miles:
The teashop was lovely, very sophisticated, and very Miles. We talked over a really good cup of tea - I must admit I was surprised at how English it all was - teashops aren’t a big thing in Germany. Miles explained that an English couple run it. It was all very pleasant, and we talked over some cases briefly, before moving on to talking about lots of different topics. Earl grey and sightseeing to name a couple. It was all going very well, like any other meeting, and then as we went to leave he planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried not to blush, but it’s in the Skye bloodline to flush easily, as you know.
Lana
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24/02/2010 8:43 pm
Lana,
That fop is driving me completely berserk! Annoyed, I bet, at my successful date with James, he’s piling work onto me like there’s no tomorrow! I BET it’s to stop me being able to go out with James again.
But his plan’s backfiring - me and James are getting on really well because James is so sympathetic to me and the massive pile of paperwork I have. I’m in the office ALL THE TIME! You think as a detective I’d get to LEAVE and DETECT things once in a while! !!!!!!!!
I HATE him!
Ema
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25/02/2010 7:45 am
Ema,
So I finally get an email from you and it’s filled with exclamation marks and overused capital letters. Really, Ema, be kind to your keyboard, and, sorry to say this again, but give the poor guy a break! Yes, I admit that if he’s giving you huge amounts of paperwork to distract you that’s wrong; but he could actually have some work that needs doing.
Calm down! Lana.
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27/02/2010 8:23 pm
Lana,
It’s been a week, and the paper work STILL hasn’t calmed down, and I’m SURE it’s just to distract me, because he’s not even on a case right now, and I’m the only detective in the department to be getting so much paperwork - he’s just loading random files and documents on me. I’m just so frustrated!
Ema
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28/02/2010 6:34 pm
Ema,
Please can you lay off the moaning? If all your emails are this depressing I’ll stop bothering to read them. If you have nothing interesting to say, say nothing at all.
Miles and I are meeting up this weekend to celebrate his birthday. I have a feeling it may be the night of our first kiss.
I can’t help but be excited - Lana
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01/03/2010 7:23 pm
Pinch, punch, first day of the month, Lana! No returns!
That is so great! James and I have finally arranged another date tomorrow - the fop can’t get to me during my lunch break. We’re just going out to a little cafe/restaurant round the corner, but it’s going to be great. Paperwork is pulling me down - I have no free time to write.
Ema :D
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01/03/2010 9:53 pm
Ema,
It’s good that you’re managing to find time to email. I enjoy your emails, and it’s nice to stay in contact this way. Work is fine, albeit a bit gruelling. Property ownership just isn’t any fun, to be honest. Miles agrees with me.
James seems like a nice guy - it’s good you’ve found someone, and you shouldn’t let your boss ruin that for you.
Lana
(ps, my immature side has got the better of me. “Flick and a kick for being so sly.” We’ve been doing that since we were kids!)
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03/03/2010 7:32 pm
Lana,
I’m glad I found the time to send this. My resolution is slipping again, I’m emailing every other day! Anyway, today is Saturday, so I want to hear all about your date with Mr. Edgeworth. Wish him a big happy birthday from me! My lunch out with James was nice and simple, we talked about work to be honest, although James did get a bit protective over me, and got annoyed at the fop when we revisited the topic of my paperwork tower. I just want there to be a crime scene to investigate!
Ema xxx
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04/03/2010 10:23 am
Ema,
Yesterday’s date couldn’t have gone better. We had some traditional German dishes, and it was very enjoyable. Miles was at the centre of some attention for a bit when someone recognised him as “Demon prosecutor”, but it smoothed over nicely.
When he dropped me off at the apartment I’m renting he walked me to the door, and then we KISSED. (oh dear, now I’m overusing the capital letters). It was just a little peck, but I’ve been floating around for the past 13 hours.
Lana <3
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04/03/2010 6:49 pm
Lana,
I am so happy for you and Mr. Edgeworth - you’ve been talking things slow but it was definitely time for him to show you a bit of attention in that respect.
Happy for you! Ema
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05/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
Things are just falling into place. Miles and I are on excellent terms; I’ve completely mastered my German accent, and I’m working on a murder case now instead of property ownership.
Life’s good. Lana
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07/03/2010 6:12 pm
Lana,
That makes two of us! The fop’s working on another case, so it’s away from the desk and back to the crime scene. I just wish it were for a happier reason - a 21-year-old woman was found dead, stabbed in three places, and her 15-year-old sister has been arrested. Naturally, Apollo’s defending - makes me wonder if the kid’s innocent - they all seem to be when he defends them.
Ema
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08/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
That really is a horrible way to go. I’m prosecuting a man with a drinking problem who killed his wife. All facts add up as him being guilty - there’s no doubt in my mind. When I told Miles this he went deep into thought, and told me “I used to think that it was always that simple, too.” He was all quiet after that. It was a little strange to be honest.
Lana
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10/03/2010 8:27 pm
Lana,
When has Mr. Edgeworth ever not been quiet and deep in thought? I bumped into Mr. Wright yesterday. We talked for a bit, and he told me he was thinking of retaking the bar exam now his name’s been cleared! How great would that be? Mr Edgeworth and Mr. Wright were old school friends, I hear. I wonder when Mr Edgeworth last spoke to him?
Ema
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11/03/2010 6:54 pm
Ema,
I’ll ask Miles about Mr. Wright next time I see him - it’s good Mr. Wright may retake his exam, he was a talented attorney. That reminds me of someone else who should retake her exam! Do you think you will ever retake your forensic studies? This James has offered to coach you.
Lana xoxoxoxox
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13/03/2010 8:34 pm
Lana,
You very well know I would LOVE to retake my exam, but it’s not easy. For one thing I’ll have ti raise enough money to be allowed to retake it.
Ema
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14/03/2010 7:21 pm
Ema,
“For one thing?” Well, that’s a valid point, but what’s the other thing? I’m waiting.
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15/03/2010 6:06 pm
Lana,
It’s nothing.
Ema
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15/03/2010 6:08 pm
Ema,
Come on, it doesn’t seem like nothing! Spill the beans, I’m your sister, you can tell me anything.
Lana
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16/03/2010 8:12 pm
Lana,
Cool! Did you notice yesterday we were both emailing at the same time! That’s the nearest we got to actually having a conversation, and we didn’t even notice! From now on, check when emails are delivered - if it happens again we SO have to talk to each other!
Ema xxx
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17/03/2010 7:52 pm
Nice try, Ema.
You’re steering the topic away from that other reason for putting of the exam.
Lana
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18/03/2010 6:34 pm
Lana,
You got me. Please don’t think I’m completely crazy, but if I’m a forensic scientist I don’t have Klavier as my boss. He’s annoying, but James’ boss is an absolute nightmare from what I’ve heard.
Ema
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19/03/2010 7:11 pm
Ema,
Really? You prefer your current boss? The boss you moan about? The boss you hate? The boss who seems to have a crush on you? THAT boss?
Miles and I are getting on well at the moment. Things are getting a bit more serious now. You haven’t talked about you and James for a while now. Is everything alright between you?
Lana
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20/03/2010 6:32 pm
Lana,
I haven’t talked about me and James because there isn’t really very much to talk about. We meet up every day for lunch, but... nothing. Fop.
Ema
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21/03/2010 9:34 pm
Ema,
Fop? Isn’t that the term you have for your boss? Is your lack of romantic progression annoying you that much?
Lana
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22/03/2010 5:59 pm
Lana,
A “fop” is anyone who is annoying me. A “glimmerous fop” is a term used for my boss only. Get it right. If you were here I would snackoo you.
Ema x
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22/03/2010 9:23 pm
Ema - it’s not nice to throw snacks at your elders, you know, and I’m sorry I don’t know all the prazes in the “Ema Dictionary”.
I’m having a nice time, although I’m back to property ownership after the defence proved my client innocent. It’s almost like Miles had known all along what would happen.
Lana xxx
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23/03/2010 8:32 pm
Sis, the strangest thing happened today.
I was going to give the fop some papers he’d asked for, when James stormed out of the office just I was about to enter. He was absolutely fuming. He strained a smile when he saw me, but it was so fake it was unbelievable. He just wouldn’t calm down! I tried talking to him but he was in such a rage I couldn’t get a word out of him. I went into the office, but the fop was as bright and cheery and perky as normal.
James was fine at lunch but stiffened when the fops name was mentioned.
What happened between those two?
Ema
---
Pinch, punch, first day of the month, Lana! No returns!
That is so great! James and I have finally arranged another date tomorrow - the fop can’t get to me during my lunch break. We’re just going out to a little cafe/restaurant round the corner, but it’s going to be great. Paperwork is pulling me down - I have no free time to write.
Ema :D
---
01/03/2010 9:53 pm
Ema,
It’s good that you’re managing to find time to email. I enjoy your emails, and it’s nice to stay in contact this way. Work is fine, albeit a bit gruelling. Property ownership just isn’t any fun, to be honest. Miles agrees with me.
James seems like a nice guy - it’s good you’ve found someone, and you shouldn’t let your boss ruin that for you.
Lana
(ps, my immature side has got the better of me. “Flick and a kick for being so sly.” We’ve been doing that since we were kids!)
---
03/03/2010 7:32 pm
Lana,
I’m glad I found the time to send this. My resolution is slipping again, I’m emailing every other day! Anyway, today is Saturday, so I want to hear all about your date with Mr. Edgeworth. Wish him a big happy birthday from me! My lunch out with James was nice and simple, we talked about work to be honest, although James did get a bit protective over me, and got annoyed at the fop when we revisited the topic of my paperwork tower. I just want there to be a crime scene to investigate!
Ema xxx
---
04/03/2010 10:23 am
Ema,
Yesterday’s date couldn’t have gone better. We had some traditional German dishes, and it was very enjoyable. Miles was at the centre of some attention for a bit when someone recognised him as “Demon prosecutor”, but it smoothed over nicely.
When he dropped me off at the apartment I’m renting he walked me to the door, and then we KISSED. (oh dear, now I’m overusing the capital letters). It was just a little peck, but I’ve been floating around for the past 13 hours.
Lana <3
---
04/03/2010 6:49 pm
Lana,
I am so happy for you and Mr. Edgeworth - you’ve been talking things slow but it was definitely time for him to show you a bit of attention in that respect.
Happy for you! Ema
---
05/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
Things are just falling into place. Miles and I are on excellent terms; I’ve completely mastered my German accent, and I’m working on a murder case now instead of property ownership.
Life’s good. Lana
---
07/03/2010 6:12 pm
Lana,
That makes two of us! The fop’s working on another case, so it’s away from the desk and back to the crime scene. I just wish it were for a happier reason - a 21-year-old woman was found dead, stabbed in three places, and her 15-year-old sister has been arrested. Naturally, Apollo’s defending - makes me wonder if the kid’s innocent - they all seem to be when he defends them.
Ema
---
08/03/2010 7:43 pm
Ema,
That really is a horrible way to go. I’m prosecuting a man with a drinking problem who killed his wife. All facts add up as him being guilty - there’s no doubt in my mind. When I told Miles this he went deep into thought, and told me “I used to think that it was always that simple, too.” He was all quiet after that. It was a little strange to be honest.
Lana
---
10/03/2010 8:27 pm
Lana,
When has Mr. Edgeworth ever not been quiet and deep in thought? I bumped into Mr. Wright yesterday. We talked for a bit, and he told me he was thinking of retaking the bar exam now his name’s been cleared! How great would that be? Mr Edgeworth and Mr. Wright were old school friends, I hear. I wonder when Mr Edgeworth last spoke to him?
Ema
---
11/03/2010 6:54 pm
Ema,
I’ll ask Miles about Mr. Wright next time I see him - it’s good Mr. Wright may retake his exam, he was a talented attorney. That reminds me of someone else who should retake her exam! Do you think you will ever retake your forensic studies? This James has offered to coach you.
Lana xoxoxoxox
---
13/03/2010 8:34 pm
Lana,
You very well know I would LOVE to retake my exam, but it’s not easy. For one thing I’ll have ti raise enough money to be allowed to retake it.
Ema
---
14/03/2010 7:21 pm
Ema,
“For one thing?” Well, that’s a valid point, but what’s the other thing? I’m waiting.
---
15/03/2010 6:06 pm
Lana,
It’s nothing.
Ema
---
15/03/2010 6:08 pm
Ema,
Come on, it doesn’t seem like nothing! Spill the beans, I’m your sister, you can tell me anything.
Lana
---
16/03/2010 8:12 pm
Lana,
Cool! Did you notice yesterday we were both emailing at the same time! That’s the nearest we got to actually having a conversation, and we didn’t even notice! From now on, check when emails are delivered - if it happens again we SO have to talk to each other!
Ema xxx
---
17/03/2010 7:52 pm
Nice try, Ema.
You’re steering the topic away from that other reason for putting of the exam.
Lana
---
18/03/2010 6:34 pm
Lana,
You got me. Please don’t think I’m completely crazy, but if I’m a forensic scientist I don’t have Klavier as my boss. He’s annoying, but James’ boss is an absolute nightmare from what I’ve heard.
Ema
---
19/03/2010 7:11 pm
Ema,
Really? You prefer your current boss? The boss you moan about? The boss you hate? The boss who seems to have a crush on you? THAT boss?
Miles and I are getting on well at the moment. Things are getting a bit more serious now. You haven’t talked about you and James for a while now. Is everything alright between you?
Lana
---
20/03/2010 6:32 pm
Lana,
I haven’t talked about me and James because there isn’t really very much to talk about. We meet up every day for lunch, but... nothing. Fop.
Ema
---
21/03/2010 9:34 pm
Ema,
Fop? Isn’t that the term you have for your boss? Is your lack of romantic progression annoying you that much?
Lana
---
22/03/2010 5:59 pm
Lana,
A “fop” is anyone who is annoying me. A “glimmerous fop” is a term used for my boss only. Get it right. If you were here I would snackoo you.
Ema x
---
22/03/2010 9:23 pm
Ema - it’s not nice to throw snacks at your elders, you know, and I’m sorry I don’t know all the prazes in the “Ema Dictionary”.
I’m having a nice time, although I’m back to property ownership after the defence proved my client innocent. It’s almost like Miles had known all along what would happen.
Lana xxx
---
23/03/2010 8:32 pm
Sis, the strangest thing happened today.
I was going to give the fop some papers he’d asked for, when James stormed out of the office just I was about to enter. He was absolutely fuming. He strained a smile when he saw me, but it was so fake it was unbelievable. He just wouldn’t calm down! I tried talking to him but he was in such a rage I couldn’t get a word out of him. I went into the office, but the fop was as bright and cheery and perky as normal.
James was fine at lunch but stiffened when the fops name was mentioned.
What happened between those two?
Ema
---
Yeah, it's a bit short, sorry. On the other hand, I'v got a fanfiction.net account now (same username) Check it out if you like to go on there, as it tends to be where I post stuff first.
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