“Okay, we should get going.”
“What? Go where?”
“Down there. We can’t find out what they’re doing like this!”
“But, why do we have to find out?”
“For Lamiroir! She’s probably the one being carried of to who knows where!” Trucy threw her hands up in the air.
“Uh-“ He stopped. He knew how much Lamiroir meant to him. But, he also felt comfortable with Trucy. Still, he can’t stay with Trucy forever. He needs mature grown ups to help him handle situations.
“Trucy!” He looked up, but she was not there. Then, he noticed a small fluttering cape.
“Gah! Wait up!”
Both of them reached Lamiroir’s dressing room, and went outside.

“The voices were from over here…” She started walking towards the entrance.
“Trucy, stop walking fast!”
“Sometimes you picture me, I’m walking to far ahead. You’re calling to me, I can’t hear what you’ve said. Then you say, go slo-“
“Trucy! Move!”
“What?” She looks at Machi, and his expression is shocked.
“Move!”
“Move where?”
“They’re right there!”
“Oh, shoot.” Trucy rushed to Machi’s side. There was a big husky guy ordering two ‘doof bags,’ as he called them, to carry a big sack that looked like it could hold a grown person. Trucy gasped.
“Lamiroir!” Machi covered her mouth.
“Shh!” Embarrassed, he looked where his hand was.
“Oh, sorry.” He looked down, his feet were facing each other.
“Listen you doof bags, if you were actually smart, we would be out of here by now. Where’s the cocoon?”
“Uh, boss, we don’t have it.”
“What?!”
“I mean, she didn’t have it, we searched her room an’ everythin’!”
“Yeah, it’s nowhere to be found!” The other man exclaimed. Their boss sighed.
“Let’s just take the lady, and get outa’ here. It’s been a while, people are getting worried.” The two obeyed. When they left, they were relieved. Trucy heard sniffles. It was Machi!
“Machi, why are you crying?”
“Lamiroir being gone, it’s all my fault.”
“No, it’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is! I stole the cocoons!”
“Oh. You’re right. And-“
“Poor Mr. LeTouse died.”
“Yeah. But, isn’t Daryan in… jail?”
“I know who those people are.”
“You do?”
“The Borginian police.”
“What?!”
“They are very mad for us to be smuggling their cocoons.”
“But, it didn’t harm anybody.”
“That isn’t the matter. Don’t you remember the punishment for smuggling cocoons, is-“
“Death. Wait! She didn’t smuggle them, you did! And Daryan!”
“Translating Borginian to English is very complicated, and usually deletes things.”
“Oh.”
“… You see? It’s all my fault, and there is nothing I can do!”
"Shhh… After… My, picture fades. And darkness has. Turned to gray… Watching through. Windows. You’re wondering. If I’m okay… Secrets… Stolen… From deep inside… The drum beats out of time…”

After the long bathroom break, Apollo stepped out of the doorway to see, down the hall, Machi crying, and Trucy singing. What, is she singing a lullaby, and Machi just had a nightmare? With his hands in his pockets, and smug grin on his face, Apollo walked over to the two.
“Why are you crying like hell broke loose, Machi?” He only made things worse, as Machi let out an even louder wail, and whispered some inaudible words that could’ve been Borginian… Or gibberish.
“Shh! Gosh, be sympathetic for once!” Trucy’s head lifted up, to scream at him, and then went back down.
“But, I don’t even know what happened!” Her head flew up, and it was indicated that she was crying.
“Shut up, or else I’ll sue you!”
“Why are you blaming everything on me?!”
“Was I?! And I should, you were doing GOD KNOWS WHAT IN THAT ROOM!”
“… Actually, I fell asleep on the toilet…” Embarrased, Apollo lightened up, and took one hand out of his pocket.
“This is no time for jokes! Lamiroir is…! GONE!”
“… Shoot, man. Oh, well, at least she paid me.”
“What?! She’s gone, and all you’re thinking about is her payment for defending Machi?! She didn’t even pay you!”
“SHE DIDN’T PAY ME?!?! Go track down that woman!” Apollo pointed his finger at Machi. Knowing she couldn’t talk to Apollo, without screaming at him, she turned to Machi. With him, the world seemed to quiet down, and help her out.
“Hey, do you have any idea of where they would’ve taken her?”
“Uh… (sniff) … Maybe…”
“Where then?”
“… Back to Borginia…? So, she can be…”
“Sentenced to death! Man, why couldn’t they have taken Apollo?!” Machi laughed.
“You’re fun…”
“No, I’m fun-ny.”
“That, too.” Trucy sighed.
“… This really sucks. I mean, we’re teenagers! Why do we have to deal with this! We should be out, free, doing whatever we want!” Wait, you are a teenager, right?
“…”
“And, I hate getting all antsed up, about things I don’t care about!”
“…”
“I wish I could just… Just do a magic trick that’ll make everything better.”
“…”
“Am I scaring you?’
“No…”
“Am I really?”
“No…” She sighed again.
“Oh, yeah. Didn’t you say you were going to perform a magic trick for Lamiroir?”
“I think so.”
“Can you perform it now?”
“Okay.” Trucy stood up, smiling genuinely at Machi, and pulled out Mr. Hat. Something was different, though.
“Look! It’s Mr. Hat!”
“Trucy! I told you not to pull that out near me!” Apollo was shocked for a second there. Mr. Hat raised his arm, and hit Machi on the head.
Then, Machi woke up.

“Huh? What?” He picked his head up from the piano.
“Good, Machi, you’re awake. Come on, we have to perform.”
“But, we already did!”
“You have some weird dreams. Tell me about them.” Lamiroir took his hand, and led him out of the room.
“Well. Trucy was there. Apollo, he was mean-“
“Machi, just because somebody screams a lot, doesn’t mean they are mean.”
“Oh... You were taken by Borginian police!”
“I’m here right now, so it didn’t happen.”

They walked off, for a beautiful performance, and somehow, Machi knew Trucy was going to do a magic trick.

Ema: I’m just glad that something actually happened between us. Now, I won’t be figeting about never having a boyfriend, or I could think of him whenever I sing in the choir, or… I could end up hating him. No you’re supposed to like people, treat them the way you want to be treated. Wait, a second, I’m not going to be treated any way from him, because he moved without telling me! Have to do my homework, my teachers already dislike me… But, I’m only distracting myself from what’s really important to me! Either way, I’m still going to think about him. Well, I give him a letter of love, apologizing for my actions, I bet he’s showing it to everybody in his school, or something. What a prick.
Lana: Ema do your homework, and go to sleep!
Ema: But I have something on my mind!
Lana: You’re really going on with thoughts of that stupid guy? I’ll tell you this, if you have a problem with a person, just stay away from them in your minds, so no matter how close you get, you’ll always be able to hate him.
Ema: What? That’s it! I’m calling one of those popular people!
Lana: How do you know if they want to listen to you? All they want to do, is just talk and talk and talk, about secret loves, and crushes.
Ema: Then who am I going to talk to?!
Lana: Talk to yourself, but do it quietly. Light a candle, because I have to turn out the lights. Meditate, or something. (She leaves, and flicks off the lights.)
Ema: What help you are. (Dials weird popular person.)
Ema: Hey, Geena, is that your name? Yeah. Listen, that cute blonde guy didn’t work out…
Trendy Girl #1: Hey, Ema. I’m on the line with, uh, uh… My friend! Wait a second, are you a boy, or a girl?
Trendy Girl #2: Girl. So, Ema, we were just talking about you.
Trendy Girl #3: Yeah, is it true that you bathe with luminol?
Ema: What?! I w-was- talking about K.G. !
Trendy Girl #2: Really. Nobody cares about that, it’s so last week.
Trendy Girl #1: Now, it’s either you talk about your disguisting habits, or get off the phone, because we have important stuff to do.
Ema: Geena. Wow, I’m surprised at you, I thought you didn’t know what “important,” means, because it isn’t you. (Hangs up.)
Ema: Great, now I have to create a scientific hypothesis on how to even out popular people. Off to the research. (They're probably going to get wasted in a few years, anyway.)

At least she got her mind off of him.

Klavier: … You know, I never thought I would be thinking about this for such a long time.
Kristoph: Well, that could be because you left without telling her, after the first day of being her girlfriend. She could feel horrible, blaming herself…
Klavier: Oh…
Kristoph: Or, she could be hating you, rotting her heart every day, cursing you out in her mind anywhere she goes.
Klavier: Shoot! I should’ve told her!
Kristoph: “Should’ve,” is from the past, you need to do something about it now. In the present, or future!
Klavier: But… How do I do that? It seems pretty impossible.
Kristoph: The impossible is never impossible. Pretend you tell her, under that cherry blossom tree, as if it were before you left, that you are leaving, but you’re coming back again another time. If she loves you, she’ll accept your apology. She kisses you. Romantic, huh?
Klavier: Eh… Yeah. Really romantic. Just promise me that you won’t come in and steal her again.
Kristoph: I promise, Klavier.
Klavier: When are we going to leave?
Kristoph: What?
Klavier: I said, when are we going to leave? I mean, I have to apologize to my… girlfriend. (Insert goofy smile here.)
Kristoph: You’re going to have to persuade mom, then. It’s not my fault she wanted to come back to Germany again. *sighs* I even had to switch colleges.
Klavier: And don’t blame me when she comes in, and starts to scream things at you.
Kristoph: Oh, great… You know, I read a lot of books, and that’s why I am so good at making up these things. (Oh really, Kristoph?! What happened with that scene with Ema?! Damn lying men.)
Klavier: Time to go get screamed at. Bro? Can you go and buy earplugs? I can hide them under my hair.
Kristoph: Unlike you, I have no time. I can get some for me, of course.
Klavier: … You are not coming to our wedding.
Kristoph: Oooh. Sorry. I’ll go and buy some for you.
Klavier: Thanks! You may be my Best Man. Maybe…
(A reckless screaming tantrum later. Because I’m too lazy to go and relate screaming to this, and actually write it. But, I know it has a lot of screaming, A LOT.)

Setting: A plane- Oh, I hope it doesn’t crash.
K.G. Mom: Why did I agree to this?! You can’t do this to me! You’re the small children! You do what I say! Pilot! Pilot! PILOT! Stop this plane right now! Fly it back to Germany! Do it now!!!
Klavier: Ma, there are people here.
K.G. Mom: Shut up! Do you think I care?! Do you think a bunch a people staring at me like I’m an insane idiot is gonna make me stop expressing my feelings?!
Klavier: Ma, there’s about 50 people on this plane!
Kristoph: Mother, I suggest you sit down and digest some of your anxiety pills, and if you’re feeling bad after that, maybe some depression pills. Then, you should take some of your anger control pills. (Calming, soothing voice of the Kristoph always cures any sickness.)
K.G. Mom: Okay. Okay. Okay. I-I gotta stop with this. I cannot disrupt the lives of others. I have to get over the things called NEED and WANT. They are just useless things that humans have, and when they use them, it brings them nothing but trouble. Stop yelling. Stop screaming. You need and want to do them. Overcome that.
Kristoph: Mother, do you feel the need to lie down?
K.G. Mom: No, I cannot need, I cannot want.
Kristoph: Mother, remember why we are doing this. Some lonely girl is out there, crying, pounding her head with the thoughts of Klavier.
K.G. Mom: *sigh* Always him! What about what I want?!
Klavier: Didn’t you just say…
K.G. Mom: Didn’t I say SHUT UP?!
Klavier: Umm… (Shuts up.)
(And goes on like this for the rest of the plane ride.)
Klavier: Ema. Ema. Ema. Hear me. I’m far away, and yet I still care. I still love you. I know this is just a middle school crush, but what I did was wrong. Kids really don’t have that much experience in love, right? Anyway, I know you can hear me now. I love you, Ema. I’m coming. Ema.
K.G. Mom: Shut up! I told you that so many times! Stop talking to yourself! And you call me crazy! Goodness!
Kristoph: Mother, please calm down.
(You bet Ema could hear his voice. Bet on it like popcorn loves butter.
Klavier and Ema swinging near a tree,
D-A-N-C-I-N-G,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G,
H-O-P-I-N-G,
D-R-E-A-M-I-N-G,
L-O-V-I-N-G,
L-I-V-I-N-G,
T-H-E-I-R,
L-I-V-E-S!) (Wait a second, did somebody use that before?)

She was mulling over this subject for a while now. How could she NOT become a forensic scientist? Do you know how many years she spent abroad, all the nights where she didn’t eat, sleep, or even breathe? It’s just so unfair.
So, she decided to become the closest thing. A cop. Sure, she could boss kids around, but it wasn’t as fulfilling as finding evidence and swapping prints and all that cool stuff. The only reason she wanted to be one because it was cool. Maybe that was her problem. Just ‘cause it’s cool?
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“Hey, you, you can’t go in there.” I sharply told some high school student with a peace sign in his hair hanging out with some magician. His expression was atypical when mixed with his hair and his clothing. His eyebrows sunk low, and he moved his lips downward. He was confused.
“Yeah, but I’m a lawyer, you see?” He pointed to some weird badge on his collar.
“Did I ask? Now get out of here before I pour some of this (unpronounceable) chemical on your head.” I pulled out a test tube with some soda in it.
“Oh, jerkers. Trucy, let’s get out of here.” She pulled on his shirt.
“But, I wanna see the dead body!”
“Kid, the body’s in the coroner’s office. Now scrat.” They both made childish expressions and solemnly walked away.
I looked over to my right. Some crazy old lady was trying to get into the park. Have I seen her before?
“Are you sure we can’t go in?” They both popped up in front of my face, with puppy dog eyes on.
“GET OUT!!!” I pointed to the exit. My teeth were clenched. Klavier popped up just as fast as the other two did.
“Why can’t you just let them in?” What the hell is he trying to do?
“It’s a fucking crime scene, you IDIOT! Do you randomly let strangers into your home?” As stupid as he was, he probably did.
He walked over to the two, and put his arms around their shoulders. They cringed at the feeling, as he shook them.
“But, one’s a lawyer, and the other is the daughter of Phoenix Wright.” My eyes widened.
“Can you please let go of me, Mr. Gavin in second form?”
“Don’t worry, kid, the other one’s in jail.” Him? He had a daughter. She doesn’t look anything like him. I pretended to be peeved.
“… Okay. But, if they break anything, it’s on your ass.” I moved over to let them in.
“Yay!” They squealed and ran in. Doesn’t he have something better to do, like actually getting evidence for his case?! As Klavier passed, he whispered something in my ear. Man, this space is tight.
“I’ll definitely get Wright’s address for you.” I blushed.
“Shut up, I can get it myself.” I stood guard at the entrace like before. I could hear behind my back, Klavier harassing them another time, while they tried to examine something. Poor kids. So young. They don’t know what an idiot he is. Oh, well, I told them to scram. They had their chance. Stupid kids. (That was, until I saw how the peace student was in court. Just like Wright. It’s like he’s being channeled or something.)