March 2nd, 2026
Paris, France
“Hey, assholes, watch where you're goin'!” Daryan yelled as two people walked by him swiftly, one of them bumping into him,both not looking where they were going. He watched them with curiosity as they quickly descended the stairs from the hospital. The taller one had a blanket over his shoulders and head and was wearing baggy jeans. The other was a woman, with dark hair and a dark trench coat. They crossed the parking lot swiftly and got into the sports car that Daryan had admired not five minutes earlier. He shook his head and went inside the hospital.
Daryan grinned and winked at the nurse as he paused by the desk where she stared at him starstruck. He knew growing his hair out like he did would attract attention. That and the fact that he was part of the hottest rock band right now, helped a lot.
“Could you tell me what room Corvin Mourir is in?” He asked in flawless French. It got the reaction he wanted as the nurse became flustered and a patch of pink started to form across her cheeks. He already knew which room his friend was in, and when a nurse came running out of that room frantically, it caught his attention.
“He's gone!” She said breathlessly. “The patient is gone!”
The nurse behind the desk picked up her phone as Daryan swore under his breath. He quickly walked to the room and looked in. Sure enough, it was empty, save for a card laying on the pillow of the bed.
“Dammit, I should've stopped them.” He mumbled to himself, referring to the couple that had run into him into the parking lot. He walked into the room and pulled out his phone and punched a number. As Daryan gave the make and model of the sports car he saw to his connections, he picked up the card that was lying on the bed. A pitch black Raven stared out at him from the card.
“He's gone.” Twenty minutes later, Daryan was speeding down the highway to the airport, talking on his phone with Klavier.
“What?” Klavier said groggily. “Who's gone? And who is this?”
“It's Daryan, your famed second guitarist,” He scolded as he shifted. “Listen, I'm in Paris and Corvin is gone.”
“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Klavier paused. “And why are you in Paris? We have a show in two days-”
“Don't worry your pretty little head Klavier, I'll be there for your precious show.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. “I was passing through Paris on my way to Borginia to finalize some things there, and I thought I'd pay our former bass player a visit.”
“Oh,” Klavier said off-handedly. “How's he doing?”
“I'm not sure, he's not there.” Daryan growled and rolled his eyes. “The nurses said they came to check on him an hour ago and he wasn't in his room. His sister was there and she told them he went down the hall to visit another patient. When they came back a half hour later, they were gone.”
“Wait, you said his sister was with him?”
“Yeah the nurses said that a dark haired lady with pale skin going by the name of Nikita had been visiting him almost everyday...”
“Nikita...”Klavier said thoughtfully. “Ema mentioned going to classes with a Nikita...I wonder if...”
“What? Did you say something Klavier?”
“No. Listen to me Daryan, you need to make sure he doesn't leave that country. I can't have him over here terrorizing everyone.”
“Don't you mean, Ema?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Daryan shook his head. “Listen I've called everyone I know, I can't guarantee that he's gonna be stopped from leaving France, but at least he'll get harassed when he gets to American airports.”
Two Hours Earlier....
Nikita sighed as she rested her head on Corvin's arm. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stay in the hospital, pacing the sterile white walls, staring at the same faces day-in and day-out. So when Corvin suddenly called out Ema's name, Nikita was relieved and frustrated at the same time. She had come to realize that she loved her brother a lot, but was torn by the fact that he had killed their sister. Granted, he was brainwashed at the time, but he was the only thing she had left in the world, and she wasn't going to give him up that easily, especially to that American twit of a girl. It was a sick and twisted love, but, she loved him nonetheless.
“Nikita...” He said faintly. Why did her face bring so much pain...he had a bad memory of something happening to him, and it was associated with her. He was dizzy and sleepy, and holding his head up was an effort.
“Oh, Corvin!” She wrapped her arms around him. “Corvin you're finally awake. I was so afraid.”
“Wha-...Afraid?” So many thoughts ran through his head, he couldn't keep up. “Finally awake?”
“Corvin, you've been in a coma the last couple years,” Nikita pulled back and looked into his confused blue eyes. “Do you remember anything...from...before...?” Now came the real test to see if all her brainwashing efforts worked.
“I-I...before...” He put a hand to his head. “I remember...playing at a concert...and falling...” He paused, a pained look came across his face. Nikita held her breath. “Ema. I remember Ema's face...so scared...sad... Oh my god! Where is Ema?”
Nikita slowly let out the breath she was holding as she caressed his face. “Ema is...back in the states, brother. Her heart was so broken, she couldn't bear to be here.” She paused to gather her thoughts. The next lie was crucial in her own plan as well as Konstatin's. “I-I...tried to console her. But she was beyond anything I could help her with. She has put you far out of her mind, so far, that I think she is seeing your blond friend...what was his name...”
“Klavier...” Corvin squeezed his eyes shut. “I have got to win her back.”
“But Corvin,” Nikita put on her sweetest face and voice. “That's going to be hard, since she thinks...she thinks...”
“She thinks what?” Corvin's voice took on a hard edge as his brow furrowed.
“She doesn't think you are going to come out of your coma.”
“More reason to...” Corvin sat up suddenly and immediately regretted it. His head started spinning and he was seeing stars. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned as Nikita gently pushed him back.
“You need to rest. I'll go get a nurse.” Nikita started to get up, but Corvins grip on her wrist startled her. “Wha-...”
“No,” He groaned again. “We need to get out of here as soon as possible.”
Nikita smiled a poisoned smile to herself. All her brainwashing efforts had worked. Konstantin was going to be proud of her.
“I have him and I'm on my way to the airport.” Nikita said in flawless Russian into her phone two hours later. 'I almost blew it back there by running into Daryan, but I have him.' She thought to herself.
“Very good Nikita.” Konstantin answered her in Russian. “I will make sure everything is in place for you at the airports. Did my brainwashing techniques work?”
“Yes sir,” She answered as she shifted the car. Corvin was in and out of consciousness and groaned as she weaved through traffic. “They worked very well.”
“Good. Is there anyone following you?”
“No,” She stated as she looked carefully in her rear view.
“Ahhh... good girl. Have you taken care of the problem in Germany?”
“Yes, the letter was hand delivered to Miles Edgeworth by me personally.”
“My little Nikita,” She could practically hear him grinning over the phone. “You have made me very proud. I need you to be at my place promptly after you land in L.A. Understood? We need to get the second part of our plan in place.”
“Understood, sir.” She agreed and said goodbye. Nikita smiled over at Corvin.
“My own plan is unfolding well, my brother, and soon you can live in peace and know the truth about what happened to our mother and father, so long ago!”
March 24th, 2026
Two Weeks Later
Los Angeles, USA
“Klavier Gavin!!” Ema stormed into the prosecutors office, only to be greeted by his voice and guitar. She yanked off his earphones.
“Hey!” He scowled at her. “What's the big idea Fraulein Detective?”
“Why do I have a Stargazer Lily on my desk? Is that your idea of a sick joke?” The brunette was so frustrated that she was on the verge of tears. She wasn't having a good day to start out, and seeing the lily on her desk brought on a barrage of unwanted feelings.
“Eh, Lily...?” Klavier stood up and peered around Ema. “Who's that standing by your desk? A stalker?”
“Klavier, I swear, ever since I've returned to the states you've become increasingly...” As she was yelling, Klavier had gently turned her so she was looking out of Klavier's office, and sure enough, the new mail boy was hovering by her desk.
“I-...what the hell?” Ema reached into her lab coat pocket and brought out her snakoos as she stomped out of the prosecutors office. Klavier leaned against the frame of his office door and pretended not to listen.
“You there!” Ema called to the mail boy and he looked up at her. She paused for a moment. She had always seen him from afar, and he always stared at her, but she paid it no mind. If it wasn't for the dark piercing eyes and black hair he had colored red and styled into the start of an obnoxious Mohawk, it could've been Corvin. The way he stood perfectly still, the shape of his lips...
“You talkin' to me?” The kid pointed to himself. His Brooklyn accent was so thick, she thought she was in New York for a second. 'No, it can't be him, he's too thin, besides, why would he take a mail boy job here anyway?' She thought to her self. He caught her staring at him, and he waved his hand in front of her face. “Hey, you okay?”
“Er, yeah...” She shook her head and popped a snakoo in her mouth. “I just thought you were someone else for a moment.”
“Heh, well, it looks like that someone else thought you were special enough to bring you a flower.” He kept talking, but Ema didn't hear him. His smile lit up his face, just like Corvin's would've “...the meaning of the Stargazer Lily.” He paused. She kept looking at him with an intensity that he had never felt. For a moment, Corvin thought she was going to see through his disguise. He had to remember not to smile his usual charming smile around her. It was hard. His memories of her came back stronger and stronger everyday, and just being this close to her, close enough to smell her, to touch her was torture.
“I know the meaning of that Lily.” Ema said abruptly. “You should leave.” She threw the Lily in her wastebasket and sat down in her chair.
“Oh, heh, no ma'am, that wasn't from me, I just de-”
“Leave,” Ema took a deep breath. “Now! Please, just go.” She squeezed her eyes shut and her fists were clenched so tight, she thought she might have drawn blood.
“Yeah, sorry.” Corvin/mail boy said timidly. He took a deep breath and looked up. Klavier was still leaning against his door frame with a dark look on his face and silently snapping his fingers. Corvin backed away from Ema's desk slowly, then turned around and walked away.
Klavier had decided not to tell Ema about Corvin's escape from the hospital. With the way she was avoiding anything international, especially the news, Klavier was certain that she wouldn't hear about it. She didn't need the extra stress in her life. Now, with the appearance of the lily, and the strange mail boy, Klavier was beginning to regret his decision. He watched as Ema started to regain her composure slowly, and he slipped quietly back into his office. Thirty minutes later, she was in his office, asking for the rest of the day off.
“Fraulein,” Klavier stopped himself and stood up and walked around his desk to face the young girl. He leaned against his desk and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Ema, I understand that whole scene was hard for you, but what are you going to do, go home and mope? Drink yourself into a depression with Herr Wright?”
“Well, the thought had crossed my mind...” She was confused at Klavier's motives.
“Nein, stay and work.” He brushed a stray hair out of her face, and interrupted her before she could protest. “Gumshoe will be here at noon, there will be plenty to do then.”
Ema mulled it around. 'Damn Klavier and his compassion for me.' She thought as she sighed. “I guess, but...”
“Ja?” Klavier gave her a smirk.
“Never mind,” She pulled out her snakoos again. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome for whatever reason!” He said as he stole a snakoo.
Klavier watched her mope back to her desk when his phone rang.
“Ja, Klavier here,” he said, not looking at the caller I.D.
“Klavier, I don't have much time,” The voice on the other side was familiar, however, Klavier couldn't place it.
“Who is this?”
“It's Miles Edgeworth.”
“Ach...Herr Edgeworth! What happened to you? I tried to get a hold of you to let you know about Corvin, but kept getting your voice mail and I don't have Lana's number.”
“Yes, well,” Miles paused and said something to whoever was with him. “I am being blackmailed.”
“What!?” Klavier almost yelled. “Blackmailed for what?”
“What I know about Corvin's past. The truth about his past.”
“I don't understand? The truth?”
“Yes, I have come across Nadja's journals in my quest for information on Corvin's family.” Miles paused and took a deep breath. “Klavier, that family is twisted. Konstantin is twisted. You need to get Ema and Phoenix Wright away from that man.”
“Miles, slow down,” Klavier pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache started to form. “Who is this Fraulein Nadja?”
“She was the sister that Corvin was brainwashed to murder because she knew too much. She kept journals throughout her life, and her manager had kept them locked away in a safe deposit box. I used what prosecuting influence I have left over here to convince him that I needed to see those journals. Somehow, Konstantin found out I was nosing around and he sent Nikita with a blackmail letter. I can't come to the states until he says I can...and I've tried. That man has ties to some very ugly underground Russian mafia types.” Miles paused to gather his thoughts. “Something is going to happen over there Klavier. You need to keep an eye on Ema, especially now that Corvin is over there in the states. Who knows what that family has planned.”
“Oh god,” Klavier's heart sunk as he thought of the lily. “I think they've already started whatever they're gonna start.”
“Klavier, you must promise me and Lana that Ema will be safe, that she will be in good hands until I can get over to the states.”
“Herr Edgeworth, given that you know how I feel about her, you don't have to ask me twice.”
“Hmm...Then I might ask you to keep your feelings out of this and regard her as just a friend. I must go now. We will be in Berlin until further notice. Lana is grateful to have someone she trusts there to watch over Ema.”
They said their goodbyes, and Klavier gazed out at Ema who was typing up reports.
“Miles Edgeworth, I know you can turn your emotions on and off at the drop of a hat,” Klavier said to himself. “I'm not so sure I can.”