Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright and all related characters do not belong to me, only to Capcom.

I hope you enjoy this chapter; It's longer than the rest, only because of the dream scene. I think I made it too long...

But it is sweet, nontheless!

Enjoy!

Note: The words written/typed in bold letters are what Mia Kitten is saying, okay? I couldn't think of anything better...

And, I am using He's, his', She's, Hers'... so on. Just thought I'd let you know.

Hey… Don't cry, Kitten…

Godot was having that dream again. About that fateful day; the day Mr. Terry Fawles poisoned himself and Dahlia Hawthorne left the building with her demonic yet sweet smile, free as a bird.

He tossed and turned as he slept on, unable to escape the nightmare he once lived.

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As that trial had come to a dramatic close, Mia fled the courtroom as fast as she could, not wanting to ever step foot in it again.

However, close behind, she was unaware that he co-worker, Diego Armando, was following her dark daze. There was too much horror and bloodshed for the poor rookie…

"Mia! Wait up!" He called to her. She was running faster than he had ever seen her run.

"No! I'm leaving and never coming back!" She replied between tears. She had almost reached the door, until she came to a sudden halt and broke down into tears.

"Mia… I'm sorry. I should have never let you take the case."

She just stood there, looking at her feet, as her tears trickled down her cheeks and began pitter-pattering like raindrops on the tiled floor.

"It… It could've happened to anyone… A freak accident."

She spoke at last. "No, it's all my fault he's dead. He killed himself because I couldn't defend him! I'm a terrible defense attorney!"

"That's not true," He replied, speaking softly to her. "Even if I had taken the case, the same thing would have happened to me."

She refused to believe this. "I was so close! So close to getting the real criminal behind bars!" She broke down again.

He had never seen his kitten this way before. He thought she was incapable of this behavior.

Diego pulled her into a tight, loving embrace. This shocked poor Mia.

"M-Mr.… Mr. Armando…?"

He didn't answer. He just wanted so badly to lean over and plant a kiss on her lips, but sadly; kisses don't make everyone feel better.

Though they make some people feel better.

She was about to tell him to let go, but she was so choked up from crying that she could barely speak. He couldn't take it any longer and suddenly leaned over and locked his lips against hers. This caught Mia by surprise, too.

This wasn't a weak first kiss, oh no. Although it was the first, it was powerful, trying to comfort somebody. It seemed as though it lasted hours, though the duration was only about 10 seconds.

He broke away and looked her in the eyes, seeming shocked as well.

"I-I'm sorry… I… shouldn't have taken advantage of you while you were so vulnerable…" He said, and looked away.

Mia just stared. She was unsure of what just happened, though she knew it had something to do with a kiss.

She finally piped up, but was still choked and teary. "D-Don't be…"

He looked at her once more. Even though her face was red from crying, and she looked very upset, Mia still seemed beautiful. Her great personality, coupled with the fact that she had a nice bodily figure and other features, caused his attraction and love for this woman.

Of course, he didn't want to say this at the moment or any time soon; he may end up seeming like a closet pervert, but he wanted to tell her so many things.

They kissed again, and pulled each other closer. Mia broke out into tears once again.

She didn't want him to see her cry…

And she had no idea that he didn't want her to see him cry, either; until she felt droplets of water on her shoulder.

"Diego…" She said in a low voice.

But after that one word, everything changed. She started to fade away. Everything did… All that was left was the tingling sensation of his first and last kiss; except Diego heard a faint scratchy click-clicking of butterfly heels on the tiles of the building floor.

He felt the all-to-familiar feel of soft, fair-skinned hands touch his shoulder and a petite woman formed from the hands of Satan graciously held out a cup of his favourite coffee to him. Just as he accepted he heard Mia's voice and many other screaming at him not to drink the dark liquid, and the bearer of the coffee smiled devilishly. Just as he lifted it to his lips…

Godot was back in reality. He was sweating from his nightmare and gasping deeply. However, he heard a quiet scratching noise coming from outside his apartment door.

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He left his soft, warm bed to go see what was outside the door. His dream freaked him out so much, as it does every time, he needed a distraction; just to get his mind off it.

And, as he opened the door, a small, dark figure streaked past him and jumped under the covers of his bed.

What the hell…?

The lump under his bed sheets was shivering, as it had been cold. He slowly lifted the covers off, and…

'Mew.'

Oh, Mia was a smart one.

He was confused at this sight. How did this cat know where he lives, the exact room?

Well, some people… erm… animals are more gifted than others, right? Right.

He groaned. It had found him in his room, so how could he resist letting it stay one night?

"Ugh… Okay, if you're going to stay a night here, in my house, you have to know your territory. My bed; off limits." He said to Mia.

She just blinked.

A sleepy prosecutor pointed over to the couch in the next room over. He knew she was smart enough to know what that meant.

And sure enough, she did as she was told.

He grumbled and rolled back into bed.

Don't fret, people! This isn't the last chapter.

...Yet...