It had been two weeks since the first Jurists trial, and Phoenix had hoped he would have heard at least a peep from Miles. Franziska had left for Germany a couple months after Phoenix had asked Kristoph for his help. She was a nervous wreck when she left and Phoenix had never learned why.

Now, the weight of the ring on his finger increased every day as he spun it nervously. He hadn't played the piano since the night that Kristoph murdered Shadi. Five months later, he was certain his skills hadn't diminished that much. But what reason did he have to play now? He had no way of contacting Miles or Franziska and the hole in his chest was starting to hurt again. He took a deep breath and walked across the stage of the Sunshine Coliseum to the gleaming black piano. The roof was open and he could smell the ocean as a small breeze touched his face. Sitting down on the bench, Phoenix looked up at the indigo sky and wondered if Miles was looking at the same stars. Biting his lip to keep the tears at bay, he let his fingers dance across the keys, playing Clair de Lune. By the time he was finished with the song, his hands were wet with his tears. He sniffed, pulling his beanie off, and wiped his eyes.

"Achtung! Herr Wright!" Klavier's voice was soft yet firm. Phoenix stood too fast and his hand came down on the keys. A small patch of pink spread across his face as he tried to get his bearings. "I apologize. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-I didn't think there was anyone here." Phoenix said quietly. He ducked his head and fumbled with his hat as he continued. "I was just leaving." He started to leave but realized that Klavier was blocking his way. The blond reached up slowly and helped him adjust his hat. Phoenix looked up into ocean-blue eyes that were just as troubled as his. This was the man who accused him seven years ago of forging evidence and now they were staring at each other, both heartbroken, both at a loss for words.

"No. I'm sorry for listening in." Klavier finally broke the heavy silence. "But I didn't realize that you played so well."

"Yeah, well, I won't be playing anymore. I have no one to play for." Phoenix looked away. Klavier frowned as he studied the forlorn look that came over the others face.

"You have Trucy..."

Phoenix sighed and nodded.

"But there is someone else you'd rather play for who isn't there?"

"I..." Phoenix looked back at Klavier. They studied each other again as another breeze ruffled Klavier's blond hair. He smiled and put his arm around Phoenix and led him back to the piano.

"Play something for me," he said. "Just for tonight."

"I... No, Klavier," Phoenix ducked out from under Klavier's arm. "I'm really not that good. I just started learning from Kristoph and..."

"From mein Bruder?" Klavier's face lit up. "Well, he's the best person to learn from. I learned everything I know from him!" He paused his expression dimming. "Well, not everything." Phoenix blinked at him as he sat and ran his fingers deftly along the keys. "Come. Play." He looked up at Phoenix with pleading eyes. Eyes that, if Phoenix wasn't careful, he could probably get lost in. They were a little greener than Kristoph's, but they both had different shades of blue. Phoenix played Moonlight Sonata and Klavier was resting his head on Phoenix's shoulder at the end. Seamlessly, Phoenix went into another song and Klavier joined in.

The two lawyers met like that for the next couple months. Sometimes Klavier would invite Ema and sometimes Phoenix would bring Trucy and Apollo along.

One particularly balmy evening Klavier was running late and Phoenix had started practicing a piece that the blond attorney had left with Apollo. It was a piece that Klavier had written himself and after running through it once, Phoenix was impressed. He took off his sweatshirt and beanie and ran his hands through his hair. He wiped his hand on his jeans and sat down again and played through the piece.

"Herr Wright!!" Klavier breezed in. There was a glow about him and he was holding his head a little higher than usual.

"Klavier," Phoenix jumped in his seat, startled by the interruption. "I'd say that there is something different about you..."

"She said yes!" The blond was now sitting on the bench and had the dark-haired man in a tight hug.

"Err... I'm assuming you proposed to Ema?"

"Yes," The other stood and took off his trademark purple jacket. He rolled up his sleeves as he explained how he proposed. Phoenix, however, was staring at the jacket the prosecutor had discarded. The way Klavier had taken it off was identical to the way Miles took his jacket off when he was about to embark on some serious paperwork or seducing Phoenix...

"Phoenix? Hello?!" Klavier was waving a tanned hand in front of the others eyes as he shook his head. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Phoenix said slowly as he looked at the jacket one more time then turned and faced the piano once again. "I... don't know if I can do this anymore." He knew Miles was never coming back; why should he keep playing? He put his head in his hands to try to contain the tears that had been threatening to escape for the last few weeks. He had seen Klavier and Ema together; the way they held hands, the way he sweetly kissed the top of her head – it took every ounce of his being not to explode at them, to tell them that true love doesn't exist and they were living a lie. Instead he took his frustrations out on the punching bag that the owner of the Borscht bowl kept in storage just for the occasion of letting off steam.

"Oh, Phoenix," Klavier had sat again and was about to take Phoenix in his arms, when the stage lights hit the gold band on Phoenix's left hand just right. Suddenly, Klavier understood. He gently grabbed the others wrist. Phoenix resisted for a moment before defeatedly letting Klavier have his hand. He wiped his eyes with the other.

"Herr Wright," Klavier fingered the smooth band as he asked permission to remove it. Phoenix nodded and Klavier held it exactly like Kristoph had. Phoenix shivered at the memory. "This is beautiful. M. Edgeworth? As in... Miles Edgeworth? The Demon Prosecutor?"

Phoenix winced again. "He isn't..."

"Herr Wright," Klavier interrupted. "Don't be annoyed with me. I'm only using the title as a clarification. I have the utmost respect for the man." Klavier lowered the ring and looked at Phoenix. The look in his eyes tugged at Klavier's heart and he wiped Phoenix's tears away. "He must've loved you to no end."

Phoenix sniffed and took a deep breath. "I dunno. Haven't seen the man for over seven years."

"What?" Klavier said, surprised. "I know he left his position here in the states rather abruptly but I thought he had come back once or twice... I'm sorry Phoenix, I - I had no idea."

"Not many do."

"I feel foolish for flaunting my happiness,"

"Please don't, Klavier." Phoenix adjusted his hat. "You deserve all the happiness in the world after what's happened to you."

"Herr Wright," Klavier said, suddenly getting shy as he looked at his hands. "Would you... I would be honored if you played at our wedding..."

"Heh, me? No, Klavier you should have a professional..."

"Nein. I don't want some impersonal performance." Klavier looked up at Phoenix. "I want someone who I know will play with his heart and convey the feeling."

Phoenix opened and closed his mouth. He was speechless. A smile spread across Klavier's handsome features.

"Think about it, bitte?" The blond turned and rested his fingers gently on the keys. "I think Ema would be excited to have you as well."

"I will," Phoenix plucked a few chords. "And Klavier? Thank you… for listening."

What Phoenix didn't know was how closely Klavier was listening – his ears heard the words and his heart translated the longing into a plan. Phoenix was going to get the surprise of a lifetime.

Phoenix was adjusting his bow tie in the long gilded mirror that was in the dressing room of the Beach House – the country club that Klavier and Ema agreed to marry in. It was modest on the outside, but very outspoken on the inside. He couldn't remember the last time he was in a suit like this. He looked down at himself. 'Not bad,' he thought as he tugged at the white jacket. He played with his hair, which was another thing that had surprised him that morning. It was like his hair was permanently paralyzed into that style. After more than seven years of not doing anything with it, his thick dark locks went right into place. His tie was crooked and he took it off and started over with it. A gasp behind him startled him as he turned to see Ema gawking at him.

"Mr. Wright…!" Her hand was on her face in surprise. Her chocolate brown hair was in a messy sort of updo with baby's breath entwined in the bobby pins that were holding up her hair. Her dress was white silk that hugged her curves well and draped like a Grecian goddess to the floor. There was a subtle hint of silver trim around the plunging neckline and along the short sleeves.

"You look beautiful!" he exclaimed just as Ema said, "You look so handsome!"

They laughed in unison. Ema walked to Phoenix and helped him with his tie.

"I want to thank you for playing at our wedding, Mr. Wright," she said softly while tugging on his tie in an attempt to readjust it into a decent knot.

"Please Ema, call me Phoenix." He gave her a small smile. "And you're welcome."

"Alright, Phoenix." She smiled back and her whole face lit up. Phoenix placed a hand on the side of her face.

"Ema, you have grown into such a beautiful young woman. And a bright one at that! Klavier is lucky to have someone as special as you."

Ema's eyes were threatening to tear up as she placed her hand on his and felt the coolness of the gold band that was around Phoenix's finger.

"Oh, Mr. Wri – I mean Phoenix," She stuttered as she took his hand and gazed at the band. "I... Klavier told me about... this." She paused and sniffed. Then suddenly had him in a giant bear hug. "He still loves you! I know he does!"

"Ema, we need...oh!" Lana stopped with a surprised look as she came into the room. "I'll leave you two to be." She started to back out but Ema interrupted her.

"Lana! I'll be there in a second." Ema untangled herself from Phoenix as one of the delicate flowers that was in her hair caught on Phoenix's hair. Lana chuckled and came over to help.

"Lana. It's good to see you again." Phoenix said after he cleared his throat.

"It's good to see you Mr Wright. Thank you for playing today." She smiled. "I think there is someone else who would be happy to see you as well." Lana and Ema beamed as they made their way out of the room. Phoenix's look of confusion melted into pure incomprehension as Miles Edgeworth walked into the room.

And his world rocked.

It was at that moment that Phoenix realized how foolish he was to think he could ever keep a mental picture of Miles in his head. Nothing in his mind could do justice to the utter perfection of his silver hair nor the startling clarity of his grey eyes. The intensity of his features was an aura that could only be witnessed – never contained by something as unreliable as a memory.

"Thank you Lana." Miles voice was the same soothing deep voice, only with a stronger lilt and yet it seemed somehow more melodic than all of the compositions Phoenix had played over the past few years. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest.

"Phoenix... I – ooof!!" He gasped as Phoenix unfroze and yanked him into a tight embrace.

"You left me, Miles! You abandoned me! I loved you so much and you left me when I needed you..." The rest of what Phoenix said was lost in hysterical sobbing. Miles wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his head on the broad shoulder.

"I know, Phoenix. I was afraid to come back... afraid you wouldn't forgive me," he murmured. They held each other for a moment longer before Phoenix moved back. Miles winced at his red eyes and tear streaked face and took a handkerchief to wipe away the trails of pain.

"You... You're really here..." Phoenix caught Miles in a rough kiss then pulled away.

"Yes, I am really here!" Miles said, smirking. He watched as Phoenix took him in, as if awestruck by his beauty.

"Miles, you're wearing glasses." Phoenix touched the platinum frames as Miles chuckled, then immediately stopped. The sunlight hit Phoenix's hand just right and the light reflecting off the gold startled Miles. He grabbed Phoenix's hand and inspected the band.

"Phoenix..." He said breathed. "You... You're wearing it! You're wearing the ring."

"It fits perfectly," was all that Phoenix could get out before Miles's lips were on his. It was a passionate and desperate kiss. Miles pulled away first and held up his hand. An identical ring was on his finger.

"M-Miles," The dark haired man took the band off and on the outside 'King of Diamonds' was engraved, and 'P. Wright' on the inside. Phoenix bit his lip to keep from crying. "How... You're here..."

Miles licked his lips to keep from chuckling at Phoenix's speechlessness. "I received a call from Lana about five months back stating that she was coming to Germany and she needed a place to live. Well, it was all a ruse. She came alright – with Ema and Klavier in tow. One day, Klavier asked me what the meaning of 'King of Hearts' was." Miles paused. "I almost died right there. I hadn't heard that, not to mention thought about it, in over eight years. He told me of his talk with you, about the ring and such. That's when I knew this wedding would be the perfect time for me to come back."

They looked at each other, studying the subtle changes in each others faces, the tiny crows feet that formed at the corner of Phoenix's eyes, his broad shoulders and lean frame.

"You left me Miles, and I… I felt like someone had ripped my heart out. There was nothing left except the growing ache of missing you. And I hated you at the same time. I was wracked with pain and yet I felt numb..." Phoenix sniffed. "Franziska helped me... A lot. I'm sure she was ready to have me committed. Is she here? I owe her a debt of gratitude."

"No, unfortunately, she couldn't make it," Miles said as he tied the bow-tie that Phoenix was struggling with earlier. "However, I will tell her how much you appreciate her."

"Miles..." Phoenix caught the silver-haired man in another passionate kiss. Miles touched the others face as they parted.

"Now, you have a wedding to play for," Miles said. "Let's get going."

"I have more than that to play for, now!" Phoenix embraced the other. "I love you Miles. Please… Please don't ever leave me again." Phoenix squeezed his eyes shut to fight the tears that were threatening to spill.

"I promise Phoenix," Miles said as they parted and he clasped Phoenix's left hand in his. "I promise on these two rings that I will never leave you again. You will always be the King of my Heart."