A/N This 'story' will be in two parts. The first chapter has Miles Edgeworth's, Maya Fey's, Kay Faraday's, and Ema Skye's fears. The next chapter will have Shi-Long Lang's, Trucy Wright's, Klavier Gavin's, Diego Armando's and Godot's fears. Yes, Diego Armando AND Godot. I don't think this is considered angst so it's just… general. Basically about what the characters fear most.

EDITED as of June 18 2010, for grammatical errors. And as an added note, I don't like Ema's. Just saying.

Miles Edgeworth

Anyone who knew Miles Edgeworth would say that his greatest fear would either be earthquakes or elevators. Less well-meaning individuals might stifle a laugh at this point. Fainting! At the slightest tremor! Tsk, tsk, really now, that Demon Prosecutor isn't so scary after all, is he?

Yes, no one but Miles Edgeworth himself knew where the real haunts, the real specters lay, stalking his soul, slowly ripping it out piece by piece... His fear of elevators or even earthquakes could not compare to the ghoul that hovered overhead.

It had always been within him. And then it was kindled to a roaring furnace when the tanned murderer pleasantly spoke to him.

"You despise criminals. I can feel it. You and me… we're the same."

You and me… we're the same. Damon Gant, the man who had been found guilty of murder, among other things: tampering with the crime scene, blackmail… the list goes on. And after his confession, he had turned to Miles and told him that they were the same.

Would that be the same for his former mentor, Manfred von Karma? The man Edgeworth had always looked up to, always admired… the prosecutor had wanted to be like Manfred; just as perfect and just as immaculate. And then he had found out what his guardian was really like: a murderer. A blackmailer. A forger of evidence. He was like Gant.

So was Edgeworth destined to follow that thread? The black, dark bond that surged back to his past, linking him with those killers. Would he never be rid of them? Forever tied to what he thought were the scum of the earth.

Despite what Wright and Lana had said after that trial, Miles knew he could not trust himself. A prosecutor alone cannot defeat the surge of crime—he needed a weapon. And the answer that they had presented was that he couldn't do it alone, but unlike Gant and von Karma, Edgeworth had… friends.

Naivety. Lana Skye must have been catching the Wright fever.

It seemed so perfect a solution. Yet if he looked at it with unfeeling eyes, it was the most innocent. And the most flawed. In an ideal situation, an ideal world, it may work. But Miles existed in reality—the grim world of scum and criminals, selfishness in every crack of the pavement, horrors in every corner of the alleyway. An unforgiving world. An unyielding world.

Such solutions were a farce. Such people were fooled by a paper-thin mask, with just enough substance to merely dull the ugliness of the world and give off a glimmer of hope.

Darkness cannot be denied and he had a darkness in his heart. Deep and abiding, the hatred for criminals though just was so huge that it was frightening. Frightening because it may consume the rest of him, or what little he had left.

There was a gaping pit in front of him, bottomless and hungry. There was, as far as he could see, no alternative path. So he merely endeavored to walk, as slowly as he could, inch by inch, to the dark future.

Becoming what he despised—that was his true fear.

And the scariest part of it all was the inevitability of it all.

Maya Fey

Pleased, cheeky, foolishly optimistic…

They thought she didn't hear their words.

She did.

Whenever she heard them, she was happy. It showed that they liked her. She was likeable.

Whenever she heard them, deep inside, a drop of sadness slowly appeared. It was so small she didn't notice. But it was because it also showed that they did not look any further.

What had the Nickel Samurai said? There are always thousands, millions of sides to a single individual. We must seek out these sides and love them, no matter how strange or quirky, because it is all of this that makes up the character. Maya recalled the phrase with perfect clarity.

Most people only ever saw one side, or maybe two. It was usually 'Oh, she's such a happy-go-lucky girl!' (Gluttony went under happy-go-lucky) and maybe a 'She's so strong. Mentally, I mean.'

And though these two observations were true enough, there was more to Maya than just that. The mental strength was valid enough—but the happy part. Happiness was a mood, and moods pass. How did they turn this into a… a trait? They meant to say, she supposed, that she was simply an overall content girl, which was fine.

The main thing she griped with was that they looked no further. They had seen, what, two of a thousand facets to her personality?

And Maya was also scared that because they looked no further and said no further, she might disappear and what would remain was a two-dimensional placeholder.

Her train of thoughts was suddenly halted as the tracks ahead were blasted apart.

She smiled. No, not everyone thought that was all she was.

Sis, Pearls, Nick… they knew who she was.

Then Maya realized that her utmost fear was not becoming what other people thought of her. It was losing those people who knew who she really was.

In a way, she supposed, she had already lost Sis.

In a way, she supposed, she couldn't lose anyone.

But in the same way that she had lost Mia and in the very way the spirit channeling made Death seem trivial, Maya also knew that she could stave danger off of those she loved.

No, spirit channeling is not an escape from pain. The essence of losing someone was not that she could never speak to them again; it was that the person himself (or herself) would be missing out on the greatest parts of life. It was that the person would despair, being apart, away from the others in life. It was that the person could no longer fulfill their hopes and dreams.

It was, quite simply, that the person would die.

But if Maya Fey could help it, their deaths would have come after a fulfilled lifetime.

Kay Faraday

Night is her best friend. Thievery is her life. Truth is her dream.

There is no time for doubt. There is no room for fear.

Slowly, silently, the raven takes wing and plunges into a world of conspiracy, secrecy, and corruption. A dip of its dark feathers and it plunges from the light of the full moon into the true darkness.

A black raven against the inky night.

And when it departs, with a smile at a job well done, it escapes with conspiracy, secrecy, and corruption hidden under its cloak.

The press never ceases to print. Paper after paper of stories are made. Almost always, it is along the lines of 'Acclaimed Business Corporation Revealed to Have Dealings with Undesirable Contacts'.

And at the centre of it all, one word: Yatagarasu.

A superhero, to the rescue! Da-da-da-daaaaah! Duum dum-dum-daaaaah! Drum roll… Lights... no camera… action! Here comes the famous Thief of Truth, Kay Faraday! Whoops, I mean the anonymous Yatagarasu.

Yes, it is important to remain anonymous. A mysterious figure, shrouded in… mystery.

But yes, Kay Faraday is the Yatagarasu. Or, more accurately, the second Yatagarasu. It is her job to ensure that lies are ripped apart, to show the truth that is carefully stashed away under the fabric.

Once, when she had been showing off to Miles Edgeworth by climbing an ancient oak and then doing a back flip down (she had to keep fit—she was the Great Thief, after all), he had shouted at her. What if she had gotten hurt? Kay always laughs at the memory. And then she had told him she wouldn't, and didn't he think she was fearless? Edgeworth had looked aside for a moment, as though pondering whether to fuel her ego, or perhaps mull over his own cowardice (okay, that was out of line. Kay understands his phobia towards earthquakes perfectly), and then conceded that she was brave for a young girl.

He still doesn't know that she wasn't that brave.

People have their own fears—it was just that heights or daredevil stunts weren't one of hers.

But when it comes to her true fear, the one that leaves her shivering in the darkness of her room, that renders her frozen in an otherwise innocuous moment, she is less than courageous.

Her fear is getting caught.

Superficial, selfish… those were words that could describe her fear. Kay acknowledges that.

But it doesn't stop her blood from freezing the moment to possibility presents itself. Coward. She is a coward.

It isn't the prison time. It isn't even the disappointment or despair she may see on her friends' faces that presents her with terror. It is the thought that the truth, like the Bad Badger, would squirm out of her grasp. And unlike the heroic Blue Badger, defender of Justice, she would be sitting in a cell and staring at a blank, grey wall, unable to lift a finger.

Kay thinks and she knows that she is the only one who can truly stem to flow of lies and carefully pick out the truths from the locks and safes that striven to keep it from the world.

Alright, she's not a lone defender of integrity. Miles Edgeworth, Shi-Long Lang, even Gummy. But what she did went passed the law and into the shadowy uncertainty of crime. She dared.

But maybe her daring would turn out to be folly.

And maybe it was a fatal mistake.

Ema Skye

There are two "Emas": Happy, young Ema and the grumpier, detective Ema.

Similarly, there are two "Lanas": Cold Lana and warm Lana.

But it is both the "Emas' " fears that one of the "Lanas" dies away. It is Ema's fear that Lana becomes cold and distant, and the warm Lana slowly frosts over, with no hope of ever returning…

Fire to frost.

Perhaps, in a distant past, she feared something else. But that was because Ema had never imagined the possibility that Lana could turn icy and non-responsive. Now, she had been introduced to the possibility all too intimately. All because of one incident.

SL-9.

Lana had tampered with the crime scene, pleading with Damon Gant to help her. He agreed, not out of a pure desire to aid a friend, but to gain leverage over Lana for potential blackmail. Lana, knowing this, agreed—why? The reason was simple. The same reason that forced her to alter the crime scene.

Ema.

After entering the room, the circumstances that met her there seemed to indicate… that Ema had been the murderer. So her sister tried to drive suspicion away from her—not knowing that Damon Gant had already altered the crime scene once to indict Ema. After that incident, Lana, the warm Lana, the caring sister, turned into cold Lana.

After Lana was cleared of all charges for a related murder and the truth was revealed, she had told Ema that being distant was the only way she could make it through those painful years; the most painful years of Ema's life.

Their parents had died when both sisters were young; the closest thing Ema had to a loving mother, and the very best friend that she had was Lana. But in those years, it seemed as though Lana had disappeared.

And if that were to happen again… it was horrible to even contemplate. To be completely isolated, unable to get through to the person closest to you in your entire life…

As her heart tightened, windpipes constricted at the very thought, Ema dispelled all thoughts on the touchy subject.

Slowly, her thoughts were forced onto more favorable subjects and time returned from the twilight of her fears.

A/N I enjoyed writing Kay's fear the most. Maybe it's because her name is just too cool. Haha, no. Edgeworth was also fun to write. Ema's… just took a long time to think about and I didn't really enjoy writing it, to be honest. Maya's was ookay. So, did you readers think those would be their true fears? Anyway, I was originally going to release all the character's fears in one chapter but decided to release it in two-parts because I was… impatient and wanted to feel like I was actually accomplishment something. Heh heh heh. So what fears do you think the characters in the next chapter will have? Lastly and most importantly, review!