-an April Fool's one-off-
Who was that girl? Who even was she!?
Lying on her front on top of the small building which housed the electrical equipment for this small city park, Ema Skye continued to stare suspiciously at the strangely-dressed girl following along behind Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Ema's favourite prosecutor was out investigating a case, that much was obvious. What was less obvious was the reason he was doing so in the company of some weirdo girl with a giant key lodged in her overly-tall hair.
Being a first-year university student studying forensic science, Ema felt she, if anyone, was easily the most qualified teenage girl around to act as Mr. Edgeworth's investigative assistant. OK, maybe 18 years old was slightly young for the job, but-- no, wait. Mr. Wright's assistant was only about 17, wasn't she? Ema hadn't met her personally, but...
She grumbled to herself, taking another look. The mystery girl needed to go, this just wasn't acceptable. She didn't even look trustworthy!
Rummaging in her backpack, Ema produced the bottle containing her greatest scientific achievement. With this, she could ensure that taking her ideal position as Mr. Edgeworth's assistant for whatever case he was investigating would be a simple one-and-done job.
Ema dropped from the small rooftop and circled the row of bushes lining the path to where Mr. Edgeworth and the weird key girl were standing. Moving quickly, she tried to listen in.
"Hm... nope, no idea," the girl's voice said. Ema felt immediately annoyed; what good was that girl as an assistant to Mr. Edgeworth if she had that little information to provide? Ema was sure that whatever this investigation was about, her forensics expertise would be a hundred times' more help.
Mr. Edgeworth was talking now. Ema leaned partway through the shrub next to her. "Kay, you remember where we found this earlier. Take a moment to go back over there and--"
Ema grinned to herself. If the weird key girl (Kay, apparently) was going to step away from Mr. Edgeworth for a minute, her opportunity had arrived.
Waiting just a short time, Ema seized her chance. As soon as the key girl had appeared near her, walking around the shrub, Ema hurled the small bottle at her, having just popped the top off.
The girl made a startled noise, but then she was gone. A light mist from the contents of the bottle faded, and Ema stepped forward, triumphant.
"Kay" had been shrunk to a puny size instantly, and after a few seconds' search, Ema located her. Right in front of her boot, the now-puny girl was staring around at the grass surrounding her in alarm and obvious confusion.
Without wasting time, Ema snatched up the shrunken key girl from the ground. She was only about an inch or so tall now, and as Ema made to slip her left foot out of its boot, she could hear the puny girl stammering something.
Ema flicked the tiny figure into the opening of her boot, and that was that. She slipped her foot back in, and Kay was silenced beneath her socked foot. She could feel a tiny wriggling sensation, but that was all.
Ema straightened up and took a breath. She'd done it! Now all that was left was to go right out and talk to Mr. Edgeworth. That coveted job of investigative assistant was all hers!
"Mr. Edgeworth!"
He looked momentarily confused, and then...
"Ah...! Ema? Ema Skye?"
She grinned, ignoring the frantic wriggling still going on beneath her foot.
"Yep, it's me!"
The recognition on Mr. Edgeworth's face gave her a wonderful feeling. The prosecutor began to ask her about what she'd been up to in the two years since they'd last spoken. Ema excitedly told him about her schooling experiences, and the ease and enthusiasm with which she was diving into her forensics studies.
"Forensics, you say?"
Ema had to stop herself giving a giggle of excitement. "Yep! That's my major, no doubt."
While she expertly navigated the conversation up to her offer to accompany Mr. Edgeworth on his investigation, she still registered Kay as nothing more than a puny, helpless tickle beneath her foot.
It went so much better than she could've imagined - Mr. Edgeworth was perfectly happy to accept her assistance, and as Ema set right about providing all the forensic examinations he could ask for, she could already feel her assured future as his investigative partner falling into place. No weird key-hair girl to unhelpfully tell him she didn't know anything, no mystery obstacle her forensics kit couldn't explain - Ema was in heaven. Kay never stopped her ceaseless wriggling under her sock, but soon enough Ema could ignore her completely.
Hours later, Ema and Mr. Edgeworth stood alone on a small bridge over the gentle river which ran through the park. The tiny, pitiful wriggle that was Kay all but forgotten, Ema locked her gaze with Mr. Edgeworth's intelligent, piercing eyes, and the whole world seemed to vanish as she lifted a hand to brush it gently over his cheek, and as he leaned toward her. She leaned forward for herself, and--
-whump-
Ema made a squeaking sort of noise halfway between a confused inquiry and an uncomfortable yelp.
The sights of her dorm room swam into view. She blinked. Her brown hair was hanging partly over her face.
She was upside-down, and as her senses slowly returned to her, she found her roommate standing over her, looking down with an eyebrow raised.
... She wasn't in LA right now. She wasn't tracking Mr. Edgeworth's prosecutorial activities, awaiting the chance to seize a new role for herself as his assistant.
... And she couldn't shrink people.
With her face warm enough to tell her she was blushing, Ema groaned. Her pillow had dropped off the bed beside her, and she grabbed it to squash it against her face and grumble noisily into it.
"You're bloody weird," said her roommate.
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