A/N: A cutesy fic starring the little-kid versions of our Phoenix Wright, Larry Butz, and Miles Edgeworth. More or less, this'll be something of a drabble fic. Plus, I just wanted the excuse to use the little kid versions. :3 Read and review, folks. Or check out my profile and see what other awesomeness I've produced.

"Daddy, he told me that for my birthday, I can get whatever I want. So I told daddy that--"

Phoenix stood up in the middle of Larry's words. He walked around the lunch table, hurrying, wiping at his nose and trying not to sneeze. This was it. This was his big chance. He couldn't blow it, literally and figuratively. If he messed up now, then any chance of speaking with him with purpose was gone until tomorrow! His patience wouldn't allow that! No way! So before the other could disappear amongst the swarm of children, Phoenix rushed up and smiled at him playfully.

Miles Edgeworth blinked back at him stupidly, looking at him like he was nothing more than one of the weird kids. It was true that Phoenix sat with Larry at the weird kid table, but this didn't make Phoenix weird at all. At least, Phoenix didn't want Miles to think that. Phoenix owed Miles a detention-free afternoon. Phoenix owed Miles the respect of his classmates. The very last thing Phoenix wanted Miles to think was that he was one of the weird kids.

"Do you want to sit with me today?" he asked happily. The answer he received was less than heart-warming.

"No."

"Too bad," Phoenix snapped, snatching Miles' wrist and tugging him across the cafeteria. Miles almost dropped his sack lunch several times, but he didn't resist and just let Phoenix drag him across the lunchroom. Phoenix knew that the other didn't really sit by anyone else, and tended to just eat alone in the hall. So, the plan had been simple. If Miles had nowhere to sit, and if Phoenix wanted him to sit at the weird kid table with he and Larry, why not just make the other sit with him? Miles didn't seem to be struggling. Once he had plopped Miles down across from him, he sat back down next to Larry and beamed happily and warmly at the other.

It was almost an awkward silence that passed between them. Larry just stared at Miles, and Miles stared knowingly back at him. Phoenix just looked between the two, hoping for conversation to start up. He was about to speak, when he erupted into a terrible sneezing fit. Larry jumped, then grinned at Phoenix as the boy recovered and wiped at his nose.

"Nick! You're all snotty! Gross!"

"Am not!" Phoenix looked to Miles, who was raising an eyebrow and looking at him like he was from Mars. "Am not!" he repeated, pleading, hiding his snot-covered sleeve. "Larry's a bit fat liar, Miles." The desperation to leave a positive impression on the kid who saved him from being in big trouble and from being thought of as a thief was immense, and it was all he really wanted. The event had occurred a few days ago, but since, all he could think about was how amazing Miles Edgeworth had been. Larry had told him he was being stupid, but then again, Larry was stupid himself. So there.

Larry shoved his garbage-covered plate in front of Miles, crossing his arms and grinning. "You're now the new garbage boy. Nick doesn't have to be anymore, 'cause you're here. Okay?"

"I don't want to be garbage boy," Miles replied, looking a little hurt. He tugged on his shirt irritably. "Make Wright be garbage boy still! I don't have to sit here."

Phoenix struggled for the right word. What…What did lawyers say to each other? Miles said, in passing, that he had wanted to be a lawyer. Then he slapped his hand down and pointed at Miles, when the word came into his head. "Objecty-tion!" he cried. "I want you to stay! 'Cause…'Cause, well, um…"

Larry and Miles looked at Phoenix expectantly, but the boy dissolved into miserable sneezes. Miles shoved the plate back to Larry, who just tossed it to the floor. That ended that. The silence returned, with Larry and Miles now looking expectantly to Phoenix. The boy squirmed in his seat, tugging on his sweatshirt uncomfortably. "I was gonna get in trouble," Phoenix finally squeaked out. "But you helped me. I wanted you to be my friend. And I like to sit with my friends."

"Does that mean Logan's your friend?" Larry asked obnoxiously, pointing to the boy down the table a few seats, who's hand was down in his crack and was digging for brown gold. Phoenix looked appalled, and he shook his head furiously. Miles was watching Phoenix oddly, as though he didn't understand what he meant, but then he sighed and held out his hand in offering.

"…I'll be your friend," he said quietly. "As long as you'll be my pet."

Phoenix had no idea what he meant. "…A pet? Like my doggy?"

"Yeah. Father won't let me get a pet. I've always wanted one. So you'll be mine. Okay?"

No thought went into it. Phoenix shook the other's hand with a giant grin, and the deal was made. Phoenix Wright had a new friend, and Miles Edgeworth had his first pet. The rest of the lunch period went by fast, much more comfortably, with Phoenix moving to the other side of the table to sit by Miles to be by his new friend as commanded, and the boys talking about what they got for their most recent birthdays. The rest of the day passed by fast too, except Phoenix kept getting yelled at by the teacher for switching chairs with Tyler to sit by Miles. As school let out, Phoenix caught up with Miles and loyally stuck to his side. Larry took the bus home, while Phoenix walked, so he didn't have to worry about waiting up for Larry.

They talked petty things. 'My dad could beat up your dad' and 'My mom cooks better than your's' kinds of topics, but as Phoenix grew closer to home, he tugged on Miles' sleeve worriedly. He was about to open his mouth, when Miles turned on him and patted him on the head. Phoenix's words disappeared and he just stood there quietly, looking at Miles and holding his sleeve. After a long moment, Miles smiled and gestured with his head forward. An invitation to come home with him? Phoenix turned pink in the face and all he could do was wipe his nose on his sleeve, trying not to look gross in front of Miles.

"You can call from my house, doggy," Miles said simply. "So your dad has no reason to come and beat up my dad, right? Although I'm sure my dad could kick your dad's butt--I have evidence, and in the court, that's all that matters."

Phoenix sneezed, then wiped his nose, walking with Miles again. "What's evidence?"

"It can be anything, puppy. Your shirt, your words, anything. As long as it's in the Court Record, it counts, and can be used against or for someone."

Phoenix's eyes lit up. "So--So when you said, 'he said he didn't do it', was that using evidence?" Miles smiled wryly, like he had no idea how to explain the entire concept to the other, but he was patient and tried to help him understand the best he could for the rest of the walk home. Phoenix called his home from Miles' phone, and then after greeting Miles' partners, disappeared upstairs with Miles to the boy's bedroom.

Miles' room was extraordinarily tidy, with all books, papers, clothes, and stored blankets neatly and orderly stacked. It was also quite…pink. Or magenta. Or purple. Phoenix couldn't accurately describe the color of the other's room. The bed had the pink sheets, the walls were some lighter shade of the pink, the carpet was a darker shade of the pink--everything was pink! Phoenix giggled despite himself, and Miles whapped him and scolded him for being a bad dog. Miles dug under his soft and tidy bed and pulled out a box of crayons and a coloring book. He offered it to Phoenix, who lunged at the chance and instantly laid out on his stomach, tossing his backpack across the room.

As Phoenix began to color in McGruff the crime dog in green, Miles sat down beside him and set aside his own backpack. He watched Phoenix color, interested in how concentrated the other was in coloring in the book, and then began to stroke Phoenix's head. There was a moment where Phoenix paused, uncomfortable, but then he stopped caring and let Miles do so.

"You want a doggy badly, don't you?" Phoenix said. Miles shrugged.

"Not too badly. I've got a pet now. You'll be a good dog, right, Wright?"

"You can call me Nick. I don't mind," Phoenix said, though he sounded a little uncomfortable. "Larry calls me Nick all the time. Says 'Phoenix' is dumb. Says my mommy is silly for naming me that. But I called his name stupid, so it's okay. Whenever something smells, it's got to be the Butz." He laughed, and Miles cracked a smile as well. Phoenix sneezed, wiped his nose, and looked up to Miles, who was still stroking his head. "Promise you'll be my friend as long as I'll be your doggy, okay?"

"I promise," Miles said confidently, nodding. "Don't tell our parents, though, that you're my doggy. They'll say it's weird. 'Cause people don't keep other people as pets. Keep it a secret. Okay?"

Phoenix nodded. He continued to color and Miles continued to stroke his hair, asking idle questions about Phoenix's family and life. Just something to fill the quiet. When it was getting late, Phoenix got up and grabbed his stuff. He handed the colored picture of McGruff to Miles, smiling, and then was gone. This would be cool. He'd get to see Miles all the time, and maybe Miles would tell him more about being a lawyer or a court. It was interesting. It was Miles' knowledge that saved him from being the joke of the class and from getting in big trouble. Everybody had been calling him a liar and a thief, but he hadn't been. And Miles had saved him. Anything that the other could teach him had to be valuable information.

As he got home, he smiled to himself. This was it. He now had two good friends. He had Larry Butz and Miles Edgeworth as his friends. It was one friend more than he'd ever had, and this had to mean one good thing. This was going to be a good next year. For sure. There was no doubt in his mind.