CHAPTER 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I listened to the extended versions of these songs from the series on Youtube while I was writing this story, so I think it adds to the overall experience to do so. I'll be updating this with each new song I listen to, but there are a couple of Gyukaten Kenji 2/Ace Attorney Investigations 2 tracks, so if you don't want to hear those songs before playing the game (whenever it'll be released outside of Japan), just ignore this note. All of these except Reminiscence-DL-6 case have a 30 minute extension on Youtube, while the exception has a 15 minute extension.

Ch. 1-6 Reminiscence-DL-6 case PW:AA

Ch. 7-9 Reminiscence-Lamenting People GK2/AAI2

Ch. 10-15, 31 Reminiscence - The Girl's Lost Memories GK2/AAI2

Ch. 16 - 17 Lamirior - Sound of a Landscape Artist - AJ:AA

Ch. 18 Recollection - Scenery Where the Hazy Bridge is Seen - PW:T&T

Ch. 19 - 22 - Reminiscence - True Pain - PW:JFA

Ch. 23 - 28 - Reminiscence - The Fall of the House of Lang - GK2/AAI2

Ch. 29 - Larry Butz - Still in the Shadow of the Incident - PW:T&T (One off for this chapter alone.)

Ch. 30 - Unused - Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney Soundtrack - PW:AA

Ch. 32 - End - Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Soundtrack - PW:AA

Yeahh, there's no lyrics in any of these songs, and the titles have nothing to do with the story I'm writing, so it just adds to the atmosphere I wanted to create, and shouldn't take your focus away from the story. Well, Enjoy!

A young Miles Edgeworth clutched his prized Captain America flashlight tightly against him as he lay in his new home.

The von Karma manor seemed so cold, so unforgiving, so unwelcoming. He'd never been as scared and alone as he was in this house,at this moment,on this day.

He got out of the bed and searched through his unpacked luggage and pulled out a journal his father had given him for his birthday.

He made a small tent under his blanket and turned on his Captain America flashlight. He choked back tears as he read the note his father had written in the first page just 23 days before.

Miles, a defense attorney never shows anger, fear, or sadness. They always smile to the very end. I got you this small journal like mine to write in whenever you feel weak. Remember son, I'm always going to be here for you.

Love, Dad

He couldn't fight back the tears any longer, and as he clicked the pen to write the date of his first journal entry, the tears rolled down. Out of fear of his new family, he remained completely silent as he allowed himself to cry under his makeshift tent in his incredibly dark new room.

December 28, 2001

He skipped a few lines to avoid having to write on a few of his tears that had hit the page.

It seems like only minutes ago my father was holding my hand as we walked into the courthouse. I remember being excited, although these feelings of excitement seem gray and distant now. I loved watching my father in action; I was so proud of him. I always told Phoenix and Larry about how I was going to be a defense attorney just like him someday.

Immediately after writing out the names of his two best friends, he wondered if he would ever see them again. He continued his account of the day;

After watching him in action, we were walking towards the elevator. I was telling him how proud I was of him, even though he lost, because he had given it his all. As soon as we entered the elevator with the bailiff from today's trial, the ground began to shake...

Miles shuddered, causing more tears to fall from his face onto the page.

...We were trapped. The bailiff and my father began to argue; the bail tf was going crazy and my father just tried to calm him down...he attacked my father...I just threw something at him to try to get him to stop...it was a gun.

A gunshot rang out...and I heard a next thing I remember, the bailiff and myself were being escorted out of the elevator. Although they rushed me out as quickly as possible, I saw my father, slumped over...dead from a gunshot wound.

More tears hit the page.

I had killed my father.

With this, he closed the journal and put it in a safe place. He continued to silently cry as he clutched his most prized possession as tightly as a 10-year old could to his body.

He thought about things like his new family. Why did Mr. von Karma take me in? ...he doesn't seem to be the type to do things like this out of the goodness of his heart...

He wondered if he'd ever see Larry or Phoenix again. We were supposed to meet up at the park after the trial today...I wonder what they did without me...

But most of all, he thought about his father. I killed my dad...he's dead...I'll never seen him again... After thinking this, he felt a bubble rising in his throat, as if he couldn't just let the tears roll any longer and he had to let out a moan of despair and sorrow.

Before he could, it was almost as if he saw his dad and heard him say "A defense attorney never shows his weaknesses to others."

After a while, morning came and his tears had dried up. He went to his personal restroom to check if Mr. von Karma would be able to tell if he had been crying, and, luckily, there were no signs.

He walked down the stairs to see the butler feeding Mr. von Karma's infant daughter her breakfast and esteemed prosecutor, and his new legal guardian, Manfred von Karma reading a newspaper over a black cup of coffee.

He approached the prosecuting god; "U-uh...umm...M-mr. von K-Karma?"

Manfred von Karma didn't give the young boy any of his attention.

Miles Edgeworth nervously tugged on the older gentleman's sleeve. "...M-m-Mr. von Karma..?

Manfred von Karma looked up from his newspaper irately and snapped his fingers so loudly the sound echoed throughout the mansion.

"That's Mr. von Karma, Sir, to you, young boy."