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Manfred Von Karma stood in the middle of the courthouse. He was impatiently tapping his finger, waiting for his children. Suddenly, the extravagant wood doors swung open, showing Miles Edgeworth and his sister, Franziska Von Karma, who was sporting her classic riding crop.
“Sorry for being so late.” Edgeworth said.
“It was his fault!” Franziska blurted out after.
“I normally would scold you both for being only 3 minutes early, but we have no time to lose. You both are going to replace the prosecutor for this case, and crush the pathetic defendant’s lies into oblivion.” Manfred said.
“I promise I will, Papa!” Franziska replied.
Miles had a smug grin on his face. “I will provide a perfect prosecution.”
Manfred handed Edgeworth the KG-8 case file and briefly discussed the case with Franziska and Miles. Suddenly, a little girl with a balloon walked up to Edgeworth and asked for a dollar for some change.
“This foolish, insolent little fool is getting in the way of my case! Little brother, remove this foolish fool this instant!” Franziska said, gripping her riding crop, but sane enough to know not to whip a little girl.
Miles gave the girl a dollar, stowed the change in his pocket, and turned to his sister. “Calm down Franziska, she’s just a little girl, like you. Maybe you go to the same school, try and make friends with her.”
Caught off guard by the comment, Franziska sloppily slapped Miles with the whip. “I am no innocent, immature, insolent little girl!”
“Really? Well you’re rather shor-“
Franziska brutally whipped Edgeworth before he could finish his sentence. Edgeworth knew to stop talking then, wiping the smug grin off his face.
“Let’s just get ready for the case at hand.” He said, with a straight face.
Manfred, standing a few yards away, expressing his annoyance. “The defense and prosecution should be here to give us the files! It’s been over 30 minutes!”
At that moment, a detective burst through the doors. He addressed the 3 prosecutors. “Byrne Faraday and Mack Rell are dead!”
Shocked, the three followed the detective.
“How dare that foolish prosecutor do that to us! He was supposed to give us the files and evidence!” Franziska bent her riding crop in anger.
“Fran, the man is dead.” Edgeworth replied.
They arrived at Defendant Lobby No. 2, where the three met Mack Rell’s defense attorney, a woman in a blue suit. Miles poked Franziska and whispered to her. “Look, a woman, remember to keep your cool.”
Franziska whipped Miles while gritting her teeth. “Hello there, Miss. Who are you?”
“I am Calisto Yew.” She looked at the 2 siblings. “I can’t believe that the replacement prosecutors are a bunch of newbies.”
“What did you just say about me, you insolent defense attorney? I’ll have you know that I’m no newbie! I graduated the top of my class in my legal university, and I’ve practiced under the tutelage of Manfred Von Karma! How dare you disrespect me in that way! I am a master of the legal profession and have perfectly won many mock trials! I have over 300 awards from my law school! I am trained in the law and I’m the top prosecutor of my generation! I will wipe you out with precision you have never seen from a prosecutor! You think you can get away with this stuff to the child of Manfred Von Karma? Think again, fool. As we speak, I am devising a plan to destroy you in court. Prepare for the storm, lawyer. I will wipe you off the face of the earth! You’re dead, Ms. Yew.” Miles retorts.
“Yeah! What he said!” Franziska adds.
Calisto Yew bursts into laughter. “Hahahahahahaha! You should see the look on your faces! You guys should stop being so serious all the time.” Yew turns to Franziska. “How old are you, young missy?”
“First of all, I am no ‘young missy’, I am Franziska Von Karma, heir to the Von Karma name. Secondly, to answer your question, I am 13 years of age.” Franziska replied.
Calisto Yew broke down laughing. “A thirteen year old? Hahahahaha! I can’t believe that I’m facing a little girl. Oh please, say the part about you being the heir again, that part really cracked me up.”
Miles turned to Franziska. “Actually, I am the heir of Manfred Von Karma, since I became a prosecutor first.”
Franziska turned to miles and looked both furious and on the very brink of tears. “Oh, so you think you’re all cool and amazing just because you are an adult and don’t need papa’s approval to get HRT? It’s not fair! Since I’ve been back from Germany and have been living with papa, he hasn’t let me put up my trans flag in my room. You have your own apartment! You can hang as many trans flags you want! And you can get HRT without papa’s approval! It’s unfair! Unfair I tell you!”
“What? That’s not what I said at all!” Edgeworth replied.
Still a few feet away, Calisto Yew said, “What are you two on about?”
Franziska promptly whipped her, seemingly snapping back to her old self. “Fool! I don’t listen into your foolish conversations you foolish fool!”
A man in a Gray, hole-filled coat walked up to them.
“Who are you?” Miles asked.
“Detective Tyrell Badd...homocide.” He replied.
Manfred walked over to the detective. “Hello detective, I am placing Miles Edgeworth in charge of the investigation.”
“Objection!” Franziska yelled. “You cannot place him in charge of this investigation!”
“Too bad, I am.” Manfred replied. “Badd, these two will conduct the investigation.”
“What? You want me to let these children loose on a crime scene? I am not a baby sitter, Manfred.”
“It’s a great opportunity for them to practice their skills. Besides, I am the one in charge here.”
“Fine.”
“Franziska! Edgeworth! I leave this case to you.”
“Understood, sir.” Miles replied.
“Yes, papa. I won’t let you down.” Franziska added.
“Okay kids, this way.” Badd tiredly said.
“This is finally my time to show that I’m a better prosecutor than you, Miles Edgeworth. Let’s have a contest to see who is truly worthy.” Franziska said.
“Whatever you say.” Miles replied.
“Hey little brother, let’s race to the end of the hall. Whoever gets there last is a disgrace to the Von Karma name.”
“No.” Miles replied.
“I can’t believe I have been reduced to a babysitter.” Badd muttered.