A/N:
OMG, I’m finally back with Chapter 6!!! I’m sorry it’s been so long, I had
writers block and a bunch of other good story ideas that I couldn’t get out of
my head. Anyways, I was planning on stopping at nine chapters, but now I’m up
to ten, and then my friend had another good idea. Ugh. *hangs head* we’ll see.
It’s hard to decide when to resolve one thing and start another when you don’t
know how much you have left. But it’ll be great. (I hope.) Now, to pick up
where I left you hanging at Chapter 3, THE KLEMA ESCAPE! (Ema’s POV)
Chapter Six
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R o c k M y W o r l d
“And
the lyrics are everything…” Ema whispered. Oh
crap, oh crap, oh SHIT, OH fuck, oh crap. I’m dead. I’m SO dead. Oh shit.
Daryan
whistled. “Wow. That’s deep, G.” He snickered.
“Well,
you seem to like following my lyrics, Daryan. Committing murder to a song?”
Klavier tilted his head, back, letting his platinum blond bangs fall into his
eyes. Don’t push it! You’re going to get
both of us killed! Ema tried to turn her head, but the barrel of the gun
held her still. I’m so dead. We’re both
dead. This is my fault.
Fault. Fault line. Hm,
earthquakes.
The sudden thought of something science related calmed her nerves, and some
stress fled her shoulders, causing a funny look from Daryan. Earthquakes, plate tectonics, shifting,
crust, mantle, core, Earth, moon, sun, stars, comment, speed of light, speed of
sound, sonic boom, force, energy, gravity, density, mass, volume,
triangulation, circumference, circulation, artery, vein, blood, Luminol…
she was vaguely aware that Daryan was talking.
“Hey!”
her emerald eyes snapped into focus. “You deaf? What’s your decision?” Daryan
looked impatient. “Me? Or the gun?”
“I…
but… I don’t know…” she whined. “Can you honestly expect me to make that
decision? Who decides to get shot?”
“So…
you choose me?” Daryan asked hopefully.
“No!”
Ema shrieked. “Who would choose you? With that retarded hair! Honestly, it looks SO stupid! What on Earth made you
think ANYONE would like that?”
“Well,
every time I walk past a girl, she sighs.” Daryan batted his eyelashes
mockingly.
“Yeah,
with RELIEF!” Ema rolled her eyes, “I kid, you really are pretty as a picture.
I’d love to hang you!” she grinned devilishly.
“That
was good, I’ll give you that. For someone as stupid as you, that was
impressive.”
“I
am NOT stupid!”
“Well
you failed your forensics exam! Horribly, might I add. I mean, if what you
don’t know can’t hurt you, you’re practically invulnerable!” He cackled.
“Y’know,
I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head
that far up your ass.”
“You
wanna try? I bet you do! I bet you secretly worship the ground that I walk on.”
Daryan sneered.
“I
worship the ground that awaits your corpse.” Ema spat. “You’re what they mean
by dark and handsome. When it’s dark, he’s handsome.”
“I
can take you somewhere dark,” he hinted.
“Daryan,
you aren’t fit to fuck a pig.” Klavier put in.
“I
think he is.” Ema smirked, then snapped, “And stay out of this!”
“You
know, your eyes would be beautiful if I couldn’t see right through them to the
back of your head. There’s nothing in between to stop me.”
A
slight growl. “If you’re gonna act like a dic-!”
“Tator!
Dic-tator!” Klavier put in, despite
Ema’s earlier warning. “Such words are unbecoming, mein libeling.” Ema rolled
her eyes.
“Fine.
If you’re gonna act like a dictator,
you might want to put some protection on
that dictator growing out of your
head so you can look like a dictator!
Well, more than usual.”
Silence.
Suddenly, a laugh failed to be stifled. Everyone’s head snapped around (or in
Ema’s case, her eyes snapped) looking for the source.
“Ah-hah!
Your face, sir, was positively ATROCIOUS! Your eyes bugged and… hah.” De Killer
cleared his throat, “So sorry, Mr. Crescend,
sir. Just, hah, it was quite funny.” Ema felt the barrel of the gun relax a
little on her head.
That’s
my chance to get away! Say something else funny and break away while he’s
laughing!
“How do you even get your hair to do that?” she
asked in mock curiosity.
Daryan slid his hands over the protrusion. He doesn’t even realize how WRONG that
looks. “Well I-!”
“Wait I bet I know! You’re not human! Your dad
probably fucked a cow or something, and you’re horribly misshapen! Hah!” she
reveled in the disgusted look on his face. Time
to hit this home! Mr. de Killer will like this, the British fop! “Your dad
was a worthless HOBKNOCKER!”
“AH-HAH!!!” de Killer burst into a fit of laughter,
dropping the gun completely as Daryan’s face morphed into one of complete
horror. I, of all people should know that
scientifically speaking, mixing species won’t work and will result in infertile
offspring.
Ema ducked away, muttering to herself about Darwin’s
theory of evolution, and grabbed Klavier’s arm. “Come on, pretty boy!” she
grunted as they quickly limped to the door of the surprisingly large broom
closet. She put her hand on the knob and pulled, revealing the back of the
stage.
“Ach, Fraulein, we will have to go under.” He
motioned to the scaffolding running underneath, with enough just room to crawl.
“Way ahead of you, fop.” She pulled him down and
dove under the stage, ducking behind a wall of plywood. A furious Daryan
stormed out, followed by the assassin, emitting very unmanly giggles.
“Shut it, you no good, baseball faced, double
crossing, freak! We have to find them or I’m going to get arrested again!”
The
giggles stopped abruptly. “Listen, I didn’t dress up as that bitch for you to
insult me. Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to shoot that girl if she didn’t
pick you! If you’re that desperate for a girlfriend, might I send you out into
the middle of the street? Some one is sure to hit you. I mean, hit on you”
Nice one.
“Fraulein,”
Klavier nudged her shoulder, “we should keep moving.”
“Right,”
Ema followed behind him as they crawled deeper under the stage. After many
twists and turns, they came to the backside of a speaker.
“LOUD!”
Ema mouthed, covering her ears. Klavier reached across and unplugged the
speaker.
The
music faded; bringing shouts of, “Fight, fight, fight!” She reached to push the
speaker out of the way when the stage began to creak and sway above them. Wait, the stage isn’t moving, the GROUND is!
She felt warm arms wrap around her and hold her close, as the egging on of
the fight was replaced with shrieks.
“Edgeworth!”
several people cried after a thump, which was presumably the prosecutor falling
to the ground, curled up in a ball. Soon, the earthquake stopped, and silence
followed.
“Is
everyone okay?” It was Mr. Wright’s voice. There were several meek answers and
whimpers, but no one sounded hurt. Suddenly, there were several gasps, followed
by a “MYSTIC MAYA!” Ema tried to hear what people were saying, but it’s hard to
focus when a certain rock star decides now is a good time to kiss you. Not that
she minded too much. She couldn’t help but give into his soft lips and warm
embrace.
“H-hey,
Mr. Wright, where’s Ema?” it sounded like Apollo. Klavier pulled back from the
kiss.
“Yeah,
I can’t find Klavier or Daryan either.” Mr. Wright replied. “Anyone seen them?”
Ema placed her hands on the back of the speaker and pushed. It slid out of the
way with surprising ease, and the pair crawled out.
“Daryan
is in the closet behind the stage, Herr Wright.” The magenta-clad man wheeled
around to find Klavier and Ema standing there, brushing themselves off. “Oh and
so is Shelly de Killer.” He pulled the calling card out of his pocket.
It
was now Maya’s turn to curl up on the floor. A very shaken Edgeworth kneeled
down next to her, eyes darting around, as if he expected the ground to continue
its rumbling any second.
“d-de
Killer?!” Mr. Wright squeaked. Ema
didn’t understand why Phoenix and Maya were so affected by the name. Even Pearl
and Mia seemed jumpy all of a sudden. I
mean sure he’s a well known assassin, but they’re all white as sheets!
“Should
we call the police?” Trucy asked cautiously.
“Nah,
pal, I’m on it.” Gumshoe stepped up, “What’s the fastest way back there?”
“Under.”
Klavier smirked. He pulled out a marker and signed over pink shell on the card.
There’s no way that big lug of a
detective could possibly fit under the…? Oh no way.
Gumshoe
had hunkered down, and begun to army crawl underneath the stage. His back
scraped the underside, but before long, he had disappeared into blackness.
“Achtung!
Don’t let an evil assassin ruin the party! Deston, Rauol! Guilty Love, baby!”
Klavier handed the card to the police officer Gumshoe had just left. She
squealed with delight as he leaped on to the stage and scooped up his guitar,
seemingly oblivious to the rest of the stunned audience he was performing to. Self conceited, glimmerous fop. Ema
smirked to herself. MY self conceited,
glimmerous fop. She looked back out over all the people. Maya and Edgeworth
clung furiously to each other, both deathly pale. Phoenix had resumed making
out with Iris, and a devastated Pearl ran off crying, with Trucy in tow. The
magician called out words of comfort, and managed to slip into the office Pearl
had just locked herself in.
*CRACK*
“He’s
mine, you foolishly foolish fool!” Franziska leered over Kay, who had fallen to
the ground.
“Nuh-uh!
MINE! You’re too mean! You keep whipping him!” she jumped up and grabbed
Apollo’s arm.
“Please,
you guys! Stop fighting over-!”
*CRACK*
“Stay
out of this!!!” the girls said simultaneously, and it became a battle of
insults, fighting to be heard over Klavier’s blaring guitar solo. People had
given them a wide berth, Mia and Diego shuffling off towards the kitchen,
presumably to make another cup of coffee.
“Well,
you see, Mrs. Gumshoe, the broth in that kind is too salty,” a man with
cinnamon bun hair spoke meekly, as if afraid to get beaten for his
opinion.
“Yes,
but it’s so much cheaper, Mr. DeLite.” The woman fiddled with her new autograph,
“I mean, if Mrs. Desiree wants three
new motorcycles AND a quad, the cheapest noodles should honestly out rule the
expensive ones.”
*BANG*
The
wailing of the guitar ceased, arguments of boyfriends and instant noodles gone,
and the room went deathly quiet. All froze in wait of a sound, a triumphant,
“Hey, pal!”
But
the silence was deafening, quieter and more still than death itself. And that’s
what many feared it brought.
A/N:
I like cheesy romance. And apparently cliffhangers. xD Again, I’m SO SORRY it
took so long! But I hopefully won’t take so long next time! See you… Sunday at
the latest? (I hope!!!) Yeah, reviews are cheese and cheese is love, so yeah.
Thanks for reading!!!
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A/N: More cheese! I
gives you it! xD Okay, so this is the pairing that I secretly adore…
Maya/Miles!!! If I’m not wishing it was me
and Edgey (Emily Edgeworth… yeah that would be awesome.) I pair him with Maya. Give it a chance.
Somehow this chapter was amazingly easy to write. IDK why, but it was. Please
enjoy the chapter with the amazingly long title and TWO, count ‘em TWO Llamas
with Hats references.
Chapter Seven
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O f B a s e b a l l S t i t c h e s a n d
t h e S h a k i n g E a r t h
“Franziska
get off her right now!” Edgeworth watched as his little sister and assistant
rolled around on the floor, scratching, tugging, and growling, all over
Wright’s apprentice. Wright did nothing to stop this as he continued to kiss
Iris, and it was quickly getting on Edgeworth’s nerves. I do like Iris, but she brings back painful memories. And this fight is
painful.
He
remembered that day up in the mountains when the earthquake hit. The black
haired girl had fled as he crumpled to the ground. The memory was so vivid that
he swore the ground was actually shaking.
Or
the ground actually was shaking. Instinctively, he curled up on the floor,
pieces of his costume cutting into his side. Vaguely, he heard people call his
name, but the sound that filled his ears was that scream. The scream that
haunted him for years, along with the belief that he killed his father.
As
soon as it had started, it stopped and someone was stooped down over him. Maya. Since the results of their duel
earlier, Edgeworth had decided it was time. Time to finally tell her about how
he felt.
The
first time he met her, he didn’t know what it was. She was full of life and enthusiasm,
and she radiated it. Looking back, he thought his battles with Wright were so
epic because she was there. Or if she wasn’t, they were fighting to save her.
Sure Wright took the fall off the bridge, but he had played defense attorney to help save her. He
didn’t fly back from Europe just because
Wright had a cold. He jumped on that jet because Maya was in danger.
And
then there was her smile. Somehow there was always one on her face. No matter
who she lost, no matter how important those people were to her, she smiled. She
pushed through it, and from what Edgeworth had seen, she never let it fade. She
never showed anyone the pain and grief behind that happy, grinning expression.
One he never managed after his father’s death.
A
hand on his shoulder, its touch light and gentle, brought the scarred man back
up to a sitting position. The owner of said hand looked him in the eyes. And as
he looked into these eyes, he saw all the joy and happiness he so admired. Maya
Fey crouched down beside him with as much grace and beauty as one could have in
a Pink Princess outfit, and smiled grimly.
“Are
you feeling okay?” she spoke gently. It wasn’t until she spoke and he felt her
breath hot on his face that he realized how close she actually was. No, my feelings for you are all confused. So
close he could probably…
“MYSTIC
MAYA!” Suddenly his world was only the lips pressed against his; he barely
heard her cousins scream. Let’s hope I’m
not terrible at this… he mentally face palmed. Maybe kissing is like wine. The longer you wait, the better you get. He
didn’t have time to care. Only time to learn.
Vaguely
he heard people talking, but his mind was reeling from the sudden loss of her
mouth against his. He blinked, and he was standing. Slowly, his vision came
back into focus, and he caught a glimpse of Wright spinning around to face
Klavier and Ema. He swayed slightly, Maya’s hand against his back keeping him
upright.
"Daryan is in the closet behind the stage, Herr Wright. Oh,
and so is Shelly de Killer.” A card adorned with a pink conch shell was
produced. Not that Edgeworth noticed. All he noticed was his support gone,
curled up in a pink heap on the floor. Emotions bubbled up inside of him, anger
at the assassin, fear for Maya, and a loss of balance. Using that to his
advantage, he knelt down beside her.
Grey eyes darting every which way, in fear of an aftershock or
assassin, he shakily scooped Maya up against him. If she was anyone’s hostage,
she was his. There they sat, clinging to each other, only aware of the other’s
safety and warmth. Miles was conscious of tears seeping through the thin, nylon
shoulder of his costume. For what seemed like hours, yet only minutes, they
huddled, unspoken words of comfort and love lingering between them. Before
long, the tears faded, leaving them in an embrace that spoke louder than the
rock that had begun blaring.
But not even that was enough to shake them of their stupor. Not
until one fatal noise rang through the room, did they fear for anyone’s lives
but their own.
*BANG*
Maya
started, her eyes wide. I can feel her
heartbeat. The deafening gunshot echoed through the room, wiping out all
other noise. Despite how many times he had docked his pay, told him to his face
what a lousy detective he was, Edgeworth loved Gumshoe, in a platonic sense.
He, and the rest of the room, waited with bated breath for the “Hey, pal!” that
would bring relief, and years more of crappy investigation and testimony.
Maggey
was the first to break the silence, with a squeak she dove under the stage.
“Oh…my…god…
i-is he d-dead?”
“That’s
a lot of blood, pal. I-I think I’m gonna- O-oh god, it touched me!” the room
let out a collective breath. Then, wait.
Who IS dead?
“But,
can you die from a shot through your leg?” Maggey asked uncertainly. A sudden
flash of purple disappeared under the stage, followed by a wary, “Fraulein!”
Miles
imagined her adjusting her pink glasses, clutching her purse filled with her
mail order experiments. “Scientifically speaking, if you cut open the femoral
artery in any way, you will bleed to death within minutes.”
“So,
he’s dead.”
“Probably,
yes. Otherwise, he’s beyond medical help.” He heard the grin behind her voice.
“Uh…
who’s dead?” Wright shouted over the silence. That would be an important fact, wouldn’t it?
“Crecend.”
The group wheeled around.
*THUNK*
Maya
fell unconscious at the sight of the gun-wielding assassin. Engarde’s wicked grin
filled Mile’s memory and he shuddered unconsciously. Out of the corner of his
eye, he saw Wright do the same.
“How
could you do that pal? I don’t care how much of an asshole he was, no one
deserves to be murdered.” Gumshoe and the others emerged from under the stage,
warily eyeing the gun. “What… HOW?”
“Probably,”
de Killer smirked, “because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of
violence. I don’t understand how you keep-!”
“Shut
it.” Lang clamped a hand over the assassin’s mouth, and cuffed his wrists. Of course he would bring handcuffs to a
party. Some things never do change. “Now, with no Shih-na to lead you
away,” Lang shot a glare at Edgeworth, “why don’t you come with me.”
“Be
careful!” Franziska shouted after him. Many turned bewildered to the young
prosecutor, who gazed at the floor embarrassedly. Miles didn’t care about
Franziska’s random crushes. Again, he knelt down next to Maya, who readily
curled up into his warmth. Carrying her over to a uninhabited corner, he began
to whisper in her ear.
“I won’t let him hurt you, Maya. He’s gone
now, don’t be afraid. It’s time to smile again. That smile you always seem to
find, no matter how dark the times are for you.” She stirred, and her breathing
irregular. She had woken up, but pretended to still be asleep. “I can’t believe
the first time I met you, I thought you killed your sister. What a fool I was.
Now, when I look into your eyes, I find the courage to go on.”
Maya’s
eyes fluttered open, their grey eyes meeting. “You…you really mean it?”
Edgeworth nodded solemnly. A blush flashed across her cheeks as he ran his
fingers along the back of her wig. She shook it off, letting her silky black
hair fall free. A raven strand fell across her face.
“You inspire me.” Edgeworth smirked at
the Steel Samurai reference.
“How do I inspire you? You are the greatest
there ever was, and I… well I’m not.” Maya grinned as she played along.
“You are beautiful; your hair is blacker than
the night, yet shines brighter than the sun.”
“Well your gaze is as steely
as the blade of your sword.”
Edgeworth
brushed the hair from in front of her face, “I love you,”
“Me too.”
This
is where the world fades to black; the kids can’t know what happens next. Yet
nothing fades from the two real people gazing into each other’s eyes.
Close
your eyes kids, this is where they kiss passionately for the next ten minutes,
reciting more cheesy love scenes to each other.
A/N:
Awww, I love surprise fluff endings. Yea, so I know I told you Sunday last
week, but Monday isn’t too bad, right? I learned something. Don’t promise due
dates! Hopefully next week, people.
Next
is Pearl/Trucy. Out of all the yaoi pairings I had, I went with teenage yuri.
(I has a problem?) Please love me!!! (with reviews!)