Kristoph clenched his jaw as he turned to face the gentleman that stood on the other side of the glass. After the first jurist trial concluded, Kristoph was taken to solitary confinement until his rage ended suddenly and eerily a day later. He was then transferred to maximum security where he paced and talked to himself for five days when he was informed he had a visitor.

“Well, well, well,” He smirked and pushed up his glasses. “I never would have imagined seeing you, of all people, here to visit me.

The other man crossed his arms. “I had to see for myself that you were actually in jail.” He said slowly as he touched the glass with his fingertips. “I must say its slightly comforting to know that you are locked in this glass cage where you can't hurt anybody any more.”

“This ridiculous jurist system can't keep me in here forever. Someone will see that there is no better defense attorney than I.” The blond shook his head and gazed directly at his visitor. “Have you come to stare at perfection?”

“I believe you have lost your mind, Kristoph.” The man stepped closer to the glass. “I believe you've hurt everyone whom ever tried to help you and now you are stuck. Apollo and Phoenix did well.”

“He was always one of your greatest weaknesses, wasn't he?” Kristoph gave an evil chuckle that set the others hair on end. “That Phoenix Wright.” He practically spit out the name. “The fact that you cared so much for him that you kept that shoe box of mopey letters should've tipped me off to what a bleeding heart you really were. I see nothing has changed, except the suit.” He narrowed his eyes and started pacing. “Von Karma should have tried harder with you.”

“Von Karma pursued perfection to the bitter end.” The other tilted his head and threw Kristoph a steely gaze. “It seems it's landed you in the same predicament.”

“You really have become soft.” Kristoph looked at the prosecutor over his glasses. “I'm surprised you haven't run to Germany with your tail between your legs...oh thats right, you did once.” Kristoph suddenly raised his voice and slammed his hands against the plexi-glass separating the two men. “Because you lost, Miles Edgeworth! You lost against that filthy, wet-behind-the-ears, whiny defense lawyer, Phoenix Wright! He deserved to loose his badge all those years ago!”

Miles started when the blond slammed his hands against the glass and took a deep breath, knowing full well that this was not the full extent of Kristoph's rage. He was thankful for the plexi-glass, and for the guards that were coming down the hall. He also spotted a tall blond man behind the guards.

“Wright and Apollo deserve each other! You all deserve each other! Even my pretty boy rock star brother can go to hell for all I care! You can all laugh at me...” Kristoph had been pacing like a wild animal in a cage, so he didn't notice when Klavier had approached his cell. He crossed his arms and a dark look that mirrored Kristoph's crossed his handsome features. Miles regarded them both with a sidelong glance and gave the guards a nod that things were okay. They stepped away.

“So, is that what you really think of me? You've never had any real respect for me have you, Kristoph?”

“Oh, my brother, I have always held the utmost respect for you. I have to; you are family after all.” Kristoph's expression softened and he gestured toward his brother. “Besides, you went to the same brilliant law school as I and Miles here, how could I not have respect for you?”

Klavier turned and nodded at Miles. “So you are Miles Edgeworth, ja? You were labeled Demon Prosecutor at one point in your career, Herr Edgeworth?” Miles nodded back. “Those were some very large shoes for me to fill after you left.”

“I-I'm not sure how proud I am of that label,” The silver haired prosecutor started to say, before Kristoph interrupted him.

“Wright turned you soft didn't he, stripped you of the label when he defended you? The Miles I knew wouldn't be standing here now. The Miles I loved would be getting the paperwork ready to get me out of this cage!!” He pounded his fist on the glass. “Dahlia should've poisoned you instead of Armando.”

“Kristoph!” Klavier stopped him before he started on another tirade. “I didn't come here to yell at my brother, or trudge up old memories. I came here to get an explanation, but I see that is not going to happen anytime soon. Maybe Wright, or even Miles here can offer some insight on this...sudden turn of events, ja?” Miles raised an eyebrow and noticed that Klavier had the same bright ocean blue eyes that would get him in trouble with Kristoph.

“Well, I'm not sure how much insight I can offer...”

“FOOLS! There is no insight! Wright is a sniveling, pitiful excuse for an attorney! If he had any balls at all he would've figured everything out a long time ago. He was too busy playing daddy to that little...”

“Guards!!” Klavier interrupted him again as the guards entered the cell and violently grabbed Kristoph and chained him to his chair. He laughed his eerie laugh.

“I will find a way to ruin everyone's lives in here!! I manged to poison poor little Vera didn't I?!” Miles regarded the chained man with contempt as both him and Klavier were escorted out.

“So it seems that my brother has failed to mention you as a part of his life, an intimate part of his life, ja?” Klavier glanced over at the older prosecutor as they walked down the security hall.

Miles cringed slightly at the word intimate. “I was involved with Kristoph's life at one point, yes. But that was quite a while ago.”

“Oh, I see.” Klavier paused as the security guard buzzed them out. Miles spotted Franziska's impatient gesturing down the second hall. “Well, if you ever feel like filling me in on my brothers life, give me a call. I'm going to be around here for a while.” Klavier held out a business card. His bitterness was not lost on Miles as he took the card.

“He used to talk about you all the time, if that helps any.” Miles regarded Klavier with a careful look.

“Nein...” Klavier started as Franziska interrupted.

“What kind of foolishness is this? Exchanging business cards with the enemy?” Franziska took a double take at Klavier as many expressions crossed her face. “Oh, you...look like Kristoph from afar.”

“I will ignore that last statement and introduce myself, ja.” Klavier gave a small smile and took Franziska's hand and carefully placed a kiss on it. “I am Klavier. Prosecutor and Musical genius.”

“Hmph, Fool! I know who you are.” The woman pulled her hand from Klavier's and touched the whip at her side. “You are Kristoph's younger brother and proving to be much less foolish than him.” She squinted her eyes at him. “Plus, you used to have short hair.”

“I'm glad that such a beautiful woman knows so much about me, but I'm afraid I don't know who you are, ja?” Klavier smiled his thousand watt smile and looked Franziska up and down with his ocean-blue eyes. The Prosecutor only glared at him, her only defense against his charms.

Miles, who was completely amused by the wooing of his stone-cold step-sister, sighed and introduced her. He was also relieved at the change of subject.

“Franziska von Karma, it seems your reputation precedes you. However, I am charmed to meet a Von Karma of the fairer sex.” Klavier oozed his charms out of every pore, and they were working well as he kissed her hand again.

“I-I...my reputation?” She stuttered.

“Perfection was the Von Karma motto and I remember Kristoph cursing that perfection. It seems he stopped fighting it and pursued it himself. You two have somehow risen above all that and ended up smelling like roses.” Klavier gestured at Franziska. “You, Fraulein, have achieved perfection in your unmistakable beauty, ja.”

Franziska would have normally whipped the fool to pieces by now. However, she was so stunned she couldn't move. “Fool.” She managed to squeak out.


“Now, if you will excuse me, I have some paperwork to take care of.” Klavier nodded at the two and strode off toward the elevator.

“Are you alright, Franziska?” Miles tried to mask the humor in his voice, unsuccessfully. Franziska turned her head slowly and glared at Miles. She drew in a sharp breath.

“Of course I'm alright. I'm not going to let a glimmerous fop such as Klavier get the best of me.” She rubbed her hands together nervously.

“Glamorous...what?” Miles looked at her inquisitively.

“Thats what I get for spending so much time with that foolish Ema Skye.” The whipping girl put her hands to her head as Miles's eyes went wide.

“Ema Skye? As in Lana Skye's sister?”

“Yes, I suppose.” She paused and finished collecting herself. Never in her life had a man flustered her so. Even Phoenix presenting her with flowers after she was shot, didn't phase her this much. “I am going to see her now, would you like to join me?”

The silver-haired prosecutor hadn't given any thought as to what he would do after facing Kristoph. After he saw on the German news that the defense attorney had been incarcerated, he took the first flight available to America. Miles called his step-sister as soon as he landed. She had been working in the states for nearly six months and kept Miles up to date on everything that was happening.

Twenty minutes later, they were standing in Ema Skye's office.

“Franziska and Miles!” Her face lit up when she saw the prosecutors. She stepped up to Miles and held out her hand for him to shake. Miles gave her an inquisitive look and carefully took her hand and kissed it. He could be just as much a charmer as Klavier if he wanted to.

“Ema, you look well.”

“Ahh...thank you. You do too.” The young woman answered, slightly flustered. “Um, Germany has been good to you.”

“You never told me you knew Ema Skye, foolish little brother.” Franziska narrowed her eyes at the two and placed her hands on her hips.

“I-I ...uhhh...little brother?” Ema looked at them incredulously.

“Heh, it's a long story, Ema.” Miles chuckled. “However, Franziska here is actually younger than I and she is my step-sister.”

“Franziska!? Why didn't you tell me you were indirectly related to Miles? I used to be his biggest fan!”

Miles turned his head as he blushed, and Franziska took on an expression of confusion. “That's completely foolish, Ema Skye. Why anybody would want to be a fan of my foolish little brother is beyond me. No matter, we have paperwork to go over.”

“Oh, right...aahhh....” Ema started looking around her work area for something when she suddenly looked defeated and flustered. “Shoot, I gave my only copy of my report to Phoenix Wright to look over.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out a bag of Snakoos and her phone. She popped a Snakoo into her mouth as she dialed Phoenix's number.

“Don't tell him I'm here” Ema's eyebrows shot up as she slowly nodded at Miles.

“I have the feeling that Trucy is not going to be very happy when she sees all of her stuff packed in boxes when she gets home from school.” Apollo commented to Phoenix as he moved a box of Trucy's stuff to the outer office.

“Nah, Trucy'll be okay. She's a big girl.” Phoenix said as he taped up another box. “Besides, she was really excited when you decided to take over Wright and Co. that she offered to help re-vamp the office.”

Apollo walked back into the inner-office scratching his head. “So, where are we putting all of her stuff.” He said slowly, grabbing another box.

“Ah, well, I was thinking we could move her most important stuff to the Wunderbar, and the rest we'll move into storage.”

“Ema! What are you doing here?” Phoenix heard Apollo exclaim from the outer office and smiled. He finished the box he was working on and got up to walk into the outer office and stopped dead in his tracks.

“M-miles...” He said in a whisper and gripped the door jamb to steady himself. He watched as Apollo shook the prosecutor's hand.

“It's nice to meet you Miles Edgeworth. The little I've heard about you from Phoenix has all been good.” Apollo smiled up at the handsome man.

“Thank you Apollo,” Miles glanced over at Phoenix and drew in a breath. He had seen Phoenix on the news after the trial, descending the courthouse stairs, and he had cleaned up since then. He was shaved and dressed in black trousers with a white dress shirt that was untucked and the sleeves were rolled up. It was only a glance, but it was enough for the memories to come flooding back. “Ema told me a little about you on our way over here.” Miles had to speak, or he would have run out of the office, screaming.

Phoenix shoved his hands into his pockets and felt like he was nine again. He licked his lips. Why was everything so dry all of a sudden?


“What brings you back to the states, Miles?”

“It's nice to see you too, Wright.”

“Ah...I, or we, came over to grab my report from you, Mr. Wright. I forgot to make a copy during all the madness of the trial.” Ema adjusted her glasses as she glanced at Apollo. They gave each other a knowing look about the tension in the air.

“Oh, I know where that is.” Apollo gestured for Ema to follow him as he started to walk out of the room.

Phoenix rocked back on his heels and stared at the floor.

Miles crossed his arm over himself and turned his head.

“Umm...So seriously, what brings you back, Miles?” Phoenix found the courage to look at Miles. His hair was the same, his demeanor was the same. He imagined his body was leaner and his skin was soft and smelled musky. His dress was different. There was no cravat and no magenta jacket. Just a black dress shirt tucked loosely into magenta trousers. A light black jacket was worn over all of it. It was only a look, but it was enough for all of the most intimate memories of this man to come flooding back into Phoenix's mind.

“I...saw the jurist trial on the German news, and had to come over to see it for myself.” Miles never told Phoenix of his time with Kristoph, and in light of recent events, it would be quite a while before Phoenix would know the truth. He felt himself warm when he looked up and made eye contact with Phoenix's beautiful azure eyes. He swallowed. “Listen, Phoenix, I...we...”

“Yes, we do need to talk.” Phoenix finished the prosecutor's sentence for him. He scratched his neck nervously and stole a brief look into the inner office and saw Ema and Apollo engaged in an animated conversation. He stepped closer to Miles and rested his head on the prosecutors shoulder.

“I-I've missed you, Miles.” Phoenix sighed and it took all of Miles self control not to grab the dark-haired man and kiss him. Instead he wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back.

“I'm going to be here for a couple of weeks. I want to help you get the Jurist system going strong.”

Phoenix stepped back and looked into Miles's soft gray eyes; eyes that could set Phoenix on fire; eyes that held so much pain...Phoenix reached up and touched the others face. “Thank you.”

Miles started to respond but was interrupted by Apollo and Ema walking into the room, arguing. Phoenix quickly took his hand away from Miles's face.

“Klavier is so full of himself to just presume that we would come to another concert! Argh, that man frustrates me!” Ema was animated and angry. Miles smiled to himself as he thought of what Klavier did to his sister.

“I think he was just being nice and wanted everyone to loosen up after what happened, thats all.” Apollo shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

“Ppfff...Klavier being nice...” Ema rolled her eyes and started snaking on the Snakoos she pulled out of her satchel.

Miles drew in a deep breath and gave a small smile to Phoenix, then turned to Ema. “Did you get your report?”

“Ugh, yes, after this idiot left coffee rings on it.” She jabbed Apollo in the ribs and he yelped.

“Hey, I had to empty my hands quickly...”

“Wright, are you moving?” Miles gestured at the boxes.

“Oh, ahh...no, actually, Apollo here is taking over Wright and Co.” He scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly.

“Ahh...I see.” Miles nodded his head slowly. “I wish you all the luck in the world. Those are some very large shoes to step into. However from what I saw on the news, I believe you will do just fine.” Miles cleared his throat. “Kristoph may have...snapped, but he was an excellent defense lawyer and a good mentor, despite everything, I would think.” Phoenix's eyebrows knitted together in confusion while Apollo and Ema looked at Miles incredulously. “Of course, Wright will be a much better mentor, in light of things.”

“Um, thanks Mr. Edgeworth, but I didn't realize you knew Kristoph.” Apollo tilted his head inquisitively.

“I went to law school in Germany with him. He had a very cool, unnerving demeanor that would give witnesses, and prosecutors alike the chills.”

Phoenix was silent as Miles glanced over at him. The talk was going to happen sooner than later.

“Um, we should get going. I don't want to keep Franziska waiting any longer than I have to. That woman is frightful when you make her wait any longer that she deems necessary.”

“I'm glad to see that somethings haven't changed.” Phoenix said loud enough for Miles to hear. Miles threw him a confused look as he went to shake Apollo's hand. The look wasn't completely lost on Apollo. After Ema and Miles left, he turned to Phoenix, who was rubbing his forehead.

“What was that all about?”

“Nothing.” Phoenix snapped at the boy. He took a deep breath to calm himself. “I'm sorry, I'll tell you about it sometime.”

“A-are you sure? There was a lot of tension in this room just now?”

“Yes, thank you.” Phoenix gripped the bridge of his nose. “It's just been a while since I've seen Miles and ... well, lets just leave at that, for now.”


“I-I...uh, okay, I guess,” Apollo said quietly.

“Listen, I-I need to get some air. I'll be back shortly.” Phoenix was out the door before he could get a response from the young defense attorney. Apollo let out a puff of air in frustration and pulled out his phone.

“Klavier, I need a favor, please?”

“Ahh...good afternoon to you too Herr Forehead.” Klavier chuckled “What can I do for you?”

“Is it possible to look up a couple of old case files and profiles?”

Klavier was silent for a beat before he answered. “It depends on what type of case. Who are you looking for?”

“I-I ... ahhh....need some info on a client that I have recently taken on and I think they were involved in a previous case.”

“Herr Forehead. Do you really think that I'm that big of an idiot? I can tell when you are lying!”

Apollo made a noise of protest. “Fine, I need information on Miles Edgeworth.”

Silence.

“Klavier?”

“Ja, listen Apollo, I don't think you want to get involved in all that. Miles is an important man and he doesn't need you nosing around in his personal affairs.”

“What are you talking about? I was just curious about how Miles and Kristoph knew each other and the relationship between him and Phoenix.”

“R-relationship?”

Apollo sat on one of the sturdier boxes. “Miles and Ema were just here and when Phoenix saw Miles he just froze up and started fidgeting. I wasn't sure what to make of it.”

“Hmm...well, if you want to know everything you ever wanted to know about Miles Edgeworth, I do have a profile and a couple of case files that, strangely have not made it through the yearly office cleaning.” Klavier paused and Apollo could hear his fingers flying over the keyboard. “This file was saved by... Kristoph...but why would he want to save this file?”

“What is it?”

“DL-6 is the title of one case and DL-9 is the title of the other. Maybe you should come over and take a look for yourself.”

“Thank you Klavier. I'll be over shortly.”

Before he left for Germany, Miles had rented his house to Larry Butz, a childhood friend of both him and Phoenix. He wasn't sure about his decision, however he wasn't prepared to sell the house. He had offered it to Phoenix, but he let his guilt and pride get in the way of accepting anything from Miles. So, it was a complete surprise when Miles walked into his house later that afternoon, and everything was immaculate, besides the fact it looked lived in; magazines strewn across the coffee table and some silly sitcom playing across the flat screen that hung on the wall. The lamp in the corner threw a warm familiar light over the contemporary living room and the drapes were open in front of the picture window that looked out over the bright lights of the city. He saw a light coming out of the kitchen area and as he walked closer he heard whistling. The sight that greeted him as he approached the doorway would've made any regular man laugh out loud, but Miles only smirked. Larry had on earphones and was dancing around Miles's kitchen making something that smelled surprisingly good. Miles stood with his arms crossed until Larry noticed him.

“Jeezus Edgey!” Larry's eyes went wide and he took off his earphones as he walked over to Miles. “Dude its good to see you!”

Miles let out a small oomph as Larry gave him a bear hug.

“I-Its good to see you too, Larry. Uuumm...I can't breath.”

“Oh man, I'm sorry!” Larry let go and gave Miles his signature cheeky grin. “I was excited when you called and since I've been taking cooking lessons I decided to cook something for you and Franny!” Larry craned his neck to look around Miles. “Where's Franny? Aww man is she bailing out? I was looking forward to seeing your cute little sister and her whip!” Larry wriggled his eyebrows and gave the prosecutor a knowing nudge. Miles only smirked and shook his head.

“Franny is still at the courthouse tying up some loose ends.” Miles said as he walked over to his stove and hesitantly lifted the lids on one of the pots. “She'll join us later. Larry, this looks and smells surprisingly good.”

“Fair enough!” Larry stuck out his thumbs. “Thanks Edgey! I wanted to impress you and Franny, and this certain chick that I've been seeing! Whew, she's a looker!”

“She's not coming is she? I was kind of looking forward to a relaxing evening.” Miles asked as he stirred the contents of another pot.

“Naw, you'll meet her later.” He walked over and shooed Miles out of the kitchen. “Now get out! I'M the one cooking this meal!”

Miles shook his head and started to walk out when his phone buzzed.


“Miles Edgeworth.” He said without looking at the caller ID.

“Miles, I need to see you...tonight.”

“Wright?" Miles paused. "Are you okay? You sound like you've been running?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. I've just been loading Trucy's stuff onto a moving truck. Can I come over now?”

“Ah...er...yeah, sure, why not.”

“Okay, I'll have Apollo drop me off. Thank you Miles.”

“Um, for what?”

“For not hating me anymore.”

“Wha- ...”

“I'll talk about it when I get there.” The phone went silent and it left Miles with a confused look on his face as he put it in his pocket.

“Wright is coming over.” He told Larry distractedly.

“Excellent, dude! The three of us troublemakers together again? Just like old times, eh, Edgey?”
Larry had been busy cooking and he didn't notice Miles troubled expression until he didn't get an answer from him.

“Whoa, dude, there's gonna be plenty of food...” He tilted his head at Miles and walked over to him. “Is everything alright?” He said in a serious tone with a serious look on his face.

“Yeah, I just have a lot on my mind right now...” Miles took a double take at Larry and finally noticed the change that seven years of having his heart broken by shallow women and having a steady job brought onto Larry. “Larry, you look...respectable.” Miles commented as he inspected Larry's outfit. Gone was the ratty beige jacket and goofy t-shirt. In their place a dark maroon dress shirt that was tucked into black slacks and shiny loafers.

“Man, don't say that. My mom said the same thing.” Larry gestured at Miles. “Besides, I could say the same thing about you. Finally dumped the frilly neck thing, eh? That was a smart move. That thing was dorky, and besides how were you supposed to land women with that thing any way?”

“Yeah, that's really the last thing I think about when I get dressed, Larry. Besides, it was Phoenix's idea that I get rid of the cravat.” Miles touched his neck and realized that Larry was never told about him and Phoenix's relationship. Now that he thought about it, Maya and Franziska were the only ones that knew.

“Well, Phoenix had a good idea, then.” Larry went back over to the stove.

Miles shook his head, thankful that Larry couldn't read his mind. "Um, listen, i'm going up to my room to get settled, let me know when Phoenix arrives, please."

"Sure, whatever, dude!" Larry winked and gave Miles a thumbs up.

Miles sat down on his bed with a heavy sigh. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose, wondering what sort of wierdness would ensue out of tonights dinner with Phoenix and Larry. Granted he hadn't been in the same vicinity of the two since the trial against Iris...he still wasn't sure how easy conversation would be. Germany had an odd effect on his social skills. There he was perfectly happy carrying on a conversation with a stranger or his associates in his offices in flawless german. Here in the states, he felt awkward and unable to express himself well. 'I just need to get through this night, and the rest of the next two weeks should hopefully be smooth.' Then, a thought occured to him. 'I have wine....at least I hope I have some left, hopefully Larry hasn't drank it all!" Miles got up and started to the door when something on his nightstand caught his eye. It was a letter that had never been opened. Miles hands started shaking as he turned it over and saw the return address. Kristoph Gavin, and the postmark was seven years old. He tried to open it without tearing into the envelope and pulled out a plain white piece of stationary. What he didn't notice was the little stamp that had floated to his side.

'Miles, you will never know what it means to be a true prosecutor, and your 'friend' will never know what its like to be a great defense attorney.' Was all that Miles read before he crumpled the paper and threw it across the room. Memories of college and his days with Kristoph came rushing and hit him like a freight train at full speed.

Miles never thought about when or where, or even how he fell in love. It was something that never happened to him before. Sure, he had very strong feelings for Phoenix before he left for Germany so many years ago, but that was just childhood angst and friendship; never mind the fact that Von Karma had made him emotionally numb. So when he saw the blond-haired man across the mock court-room, something awakened inside him that he hadn't felt since childhood. It was just a glance; no he wouldn't fool himself, it was a double take and Miles couldn't take his eyes off of Kristoph. Something about the way he read whatever it was that was in front of him, or the way he brushed his hair out of his face, or adjusted his glasses, or the electricity that surrounded him, Miles couldn't put his finger on it.

Thick clouds of confusion set in as the other man lifted his head slightly and looked directly at Miles. His bright blue eyes seem to look straight through him, and Miles turned his head, but his eyes strayed right back to the object of their affection. Miles watched as a crooked smile played on his lips and he looked back down. He drew in a sharp breath and shook his head. Not only was he completely enamored, something that he can't remember ever feeling, but it was with a man. A man who sat on the side of the enemy, the defense. What would Von Karma have to say about that? Surely, Miles would be beaten within an inch of his life. Franziska would be a little more understanding considering she put up with his pining over Phoenix Wright for the first few years he moved in with the Von Karma's. Miles's concentration on his mentors trial faltered as the two men exchanged glances throughout. When the trial was over, he gave one last glance at Kristoph, who was gathering his things. Miles did the same, trying to keep himself calm, his shaking hands made it almost impossible to keep everything in order. After taking a deep breath, he stood up and followed the crowd out of the courtroom. Taking a quick glance back, he noticed that Kristoph was gone. He relaxed a little knowing that he would be in the defense lobby waiting for his own mentor, Konstantin Gavin. Von Karma was always knee deep in paperwork, so Miles never waited for him. He was so deep in his own thoughts that he didn't hear the voice calling to him. When the hand grabbed his arm, he almost hit the person with his briefcase, before he realized who had grabbed him.

“Deep in thought about the trial?” Miles drew in a sharp breath as his eyes met the aqua-blues of Kristoph's. His voice had a slight German lilt, much like his own, something he had picked up after studying and living in Germany for so long.

“I...ah...yes.” Miles stuttered as Kristopher let go of his arm and gestured him forward.

“Funny, I would've thought that the prodigy of the great Manfred Von Karma would be a lot more...articulate?” Kristoph flashed Miles a crooked smile and held his briefcase behind his back as he walked.

Miles tried to steady his heartbeat when he saw that smile and he raised an eyebrow. “Funny, last I checked, it was rude to grab people,” He threw the blond his steely glare, and started walking faster. Kristoph chuckled and kept up.

“Then maybe I should intro-”

“I know who you are,” Miles cut him off abruptly. “And I really don't think we should be talking, being that you are a defense lawyer.”

“My, my,” Kristoph clucked and adjusted his glasses. “A bit touchy about defense lawyers are we?” Miles suddenly stopped in his tracks, which left Kristoph to turn to face him. Miles was a tall man, 6'2”, but he suddenly felt small under Kristoph's scrutinizing gaze.

“I...that is none of your business.” Kristoph's eyebrows shot up and Miles started walking again, practically knocking the young defense attorney over. “Now, if you will excuse me.”

“I can make it my business,” Kristoph turned. “Over dinner.”

Miles stopped, again. He squeezed his eyes shut. Then opened them quickly to look around to see who was witnessing their exchange. No one seemed to be paying any particular attention.

“Of course, I understand that you have a reputation to uphold in Manfred's eyes...”

The silver-haired prosecutor turned swiftly on his heel. He realized that he suddenly had no control over what he was doing. Was it the challenge? Was it the fact that dinner would be damaging his reputation in Von Karma's eyes? Or was it pure lust for the man that stood at his shoulder, waiting for a reply. Miles turned his head slowly. “Meet me at the Achilles Heel at 6 this evening. If you're not there I will assume you have no interest in knowing what a true prosecutor can do outside of court.” He kept his voice low, and it was the first time anyone had sent shivers down Kristoph's spine. He watched as Miles walked out of the courthouse and for the first time in years, smiled a genuine smile.

Klavier propped his feet on his desk and leaned back in his chair, tapping his phone thoughtfully against his chin. The conversation he had with Apollo an hour ago had left him with an uneasy feeling. The fact that his brother kept old case files that pertained to Miles Edgeworth, files of his losses or files that included notes that incriminated Miles's use of forged evidence, was very unlike Kristoph. Included in the folder that Klavier had stumbled upon after dumping the contents of his brothers computer onto an external hard drive, were articles from a German newspaper that he recognized as one that his father and Kristoph would peruse through in the morning while drinking their coffee. He knew his brother preferred to keep things tidy and in the present. At least, he thought he knew his brother. After the events that had transpired in the last few days, he wasn't sure of anything anymore. A knock at his office door brought him out of his reverie.

“Ja, come in.” He said lazily, expecting a red-clad attorney to walk in.

“So, is this how foolish prosecutors conduct business on a daily basis nowadays in America?” The thick German accent made Klavier almost fall out of his chair as he tried to stand up. Franziska gave him a cool look after closing his door.

“Fraulein, I wasn't expecting you!” Klavier stuttered. He hated how this woman all of a sudden made him feel. That one look from her steely gray eyes melted his defenses and he suddenly felt naked.

“Of course you weren't, fool.” Franziska stated icily as she crossed her arms. She struggled to keep a straight face as she watched Klavier clumsily try to stand up.

“I – ah...to what do I owe this visit, Fraulein?”

“I came here to gather some information from you, Klavier Gavin, about your foolish brother, Kristoph.”

Klavier gave her a skeptical look. “What do you need to know about my brother? Everything you ever wanted to know has already been published or hatefully broadcast across all creation!” He took a deep breath after realizing his voice had raised a notch.

Franziska stepped up to Klavier's desk and carefully leaned on it. “I want to know what you know, fool. I want to know his involvement with my foolish little brother.”

“Little...brother?” He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops on his pants as he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.




“Miles Edgeworth, the fool that he is, was involved with Kristoph Gavin somehow.” She straightened up. “I was hoping you could enlighten me on that relationship.”

“Heh,” Klavier played with his hair as he chuckled. “Well, if Miles is your little brother, why don't you just ask him?”

“No.” She stated firmly. “Miles is a very private man, even with me. I can't get one word out of the fool about that time in his life.”

“Well, I have nothing...” Another knock interrupted Klavier as he sat lazily in his chair. “Ack! Ja, come in.”

“Klavier...oh... excuse me.” Apollo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he walked in and spotted Franziska. 'Why can't anyone dress normally around here?' He thought as he gave Franziska an unintentional once-over; Franziska's mode of dress had taken only one change over seven years, she had traded in her skirt and uncomfortable tights for sensible black pants. Apollo's eyes rested at the whip at her side. She threw him a harsh look over her shoulder.

“Apollo this is Franziska Von Karma. Fraulein, this is Apollo Justice, up and coming Ace Attorney.” Klavier gestured lazily from behind his computer as he brought up the files he had previously browsed through.

“Ah, nice to meet you Franziska Von Karma.”

“Hmph,” The woman stated as she turned to shake Apollo's hand. “So, you're the fool attorney that the fool Phoenix Wright used to bring down the foolish Kristoph Gavin?”

“Um, yes, well, he didn't use me, I merely-”

“Whatever, you worked foolishly alongside Kristoph, did you not?” She interrupted the boy sharply.

“I was his apprentice.” Apollo was not getting a good vibe from this woman. It had nothing to do with his bracelet, which he played with nervously. It was more of his own gut feeling.

“During that time did he ever tell you of his relationship with a certain Miles Edgeworth?” Franziska crossed her arms. Apollo flashed her a look of confusion.

“Relationship? With Miles Edgeworth?” He glanced over at Klavier for help. Klavier merely shook his head. “I-I... ahhh was under the impression that Miles was in a relationship with Phoenix.”



“It seems my little brother has managed to keep his personal life a secret from everybody, until now.” Franziska rubbed her temples.

“Little... brother?” Apollo was starting to feel like he woke up in Wonderland, and the Queen of Hearts was wielding a whip and related to everyone.

“Miles Edgeworth and Fraulein Von Karma are step-brother and sister.” Klavier broke into the conversation. “It seems you arrived at the right time, Herr Forehead. Fraulein here can fill you in on Miles and Phoenix, while I try to dig up information on Miles and my brother.”

“Fools, I don't have time to tell foolish stories. If neither of you fools have any information for me-” Franziska started toward the door when Klavier interrupted her.

“Miss Von Karma, does the case file DL-6 ring any bells? How about DL-9? Does the name Konstantin Gavin bring any memories?” Apollo had made his way around the desk to stand next to Klavier. What he saw on the prosecutors monitor confused him. These were case files from many years ago that should have been erased.

Franziska, in the meantime, swallowed hard. She recognized the name and she wanted to laugh at Klavier for even having the courage to mention that name in the presence of a Von Karma. However, the case numbers he had recited made her turn around.

“How...do you...know...?” Her voice was dripping with venom.

“Kristoph has...” Klavier paused. “My brother had an interest in Miles's downfall as a prosecutor for some reason.”

“Phoenix Wright was responsible for breaking mine and my foolish little brothers perfect record...” It was Franziska's turn to pause and collect herself when she saw the wide-eyes staring at her from behind Klavier's monitor. She cleared her throat. “We have come to terms with losing, it seems your foolish brother hasn't.”

“What is this article?” Apollo broke the tension and pointed at the screen. He read aloud as Franziska crossed her arms and listened, a stern look lingered on her face. “The controversy deepens around the murder of the wife of Alexander Von Karma, an esteemed prosecutor, as rumours of connections to the Gavin fam...” Apollo stopped in mid-sentence as Klavier clicked the window closed. His eyes went wide and the tension went up tenfold in the room. They jumped as Franziska slammed her hand against Klaviers desk. “FOOLS!” Spots were forming on her cheeks as she tried to contain her anger. “How dare you bring that article up, I warn you Klavier Gavin, you're treading on thin ice. You're lucky your whole foolish family didn't go down in flames after that scandal with my grandmother.” Franziska hissed as she pointed at Klavier, who had stood and leaned forward on his desk to face the whipping girl and defend his family, or what was left of it.

“I'm lucky? You're lucky your father wasn't around to beat you within an inch of your life after you lost your first case. Miles Edgeworth is lucky he still has his badge after all the scandal he's gone through...”

“Klavier, settle down...please...” Apollo, as dumbfounded as he was, put his hand on Klavier's arm to settle him down. Klavier brushed him off and walked around his desk to stand directly in front of the whipping girl hoping she would learn her place, considering he was a full head taller than she was.

"Consider yourself lucky you don't know the truth surrounding your 'perfect' family." Klavier clenched his jaw as Franziska stood her ground, staring at him through narrowed eyes. Suddenly with one fluid motion she grabbed her whip and in mid-strike Klavier had her wrist in his hand. She made a noise of surprise as the forward momentum of the whip caught Klavier on the chin. He grimaced, and Apollo sucked in air through his teeth. Klavier never took his eyes off of Franziska as he wiped the blood off his chin.

“You are lucky this has been the only blood shed in our family feud.” He growled and through her hand down then pointed to the door. “Now get out of my office, before I do something we will both regret.”

Franziska, breathing hard, glared at him with her steely eyes. The fire in Klavier's eyes was unmistakeable, and she wasn't ready to stoke that fire quite yet. In a huff, she turned and left the office, twisting her whip in her hands.