A/N: Waaah! The story is finished!

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Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright games don't have as much smushy nonsense as this story does.

"Congratulations, pal!" Gumshoe yelled while clapping Apollo on the back. Apollo stumbled forward but laughed anyway, a perfect scene unfolding before him.

Ema was shyly handing back Wright's hat as Trucy was whispering excitedly into Gavin's ear, who looked even more belated than he had just minutes earlier when he was declared not guilty.

"Don't worry about it, Mr Gavin," She whispered, "Daddy, Polly and I can see these things." She finished with a wink and moved on to hug Ema tightly, despite her protests.

"Alright, listen up!" Gumshoe yelled over the commotion, "Maggie's got our reservation set up at the restaurant, let's get going!"

"You don't mean... please no, my daughter is only seventeen, she doesn't need to know such evil in the world yet!"

...

The group sat around a large table with extravagant decorations and Ema was having trouble deciding who was having a worse time avoiding the even more extravagant restaurant owner, Phoenix or Apollo.

"I...I suppose I'm paying for this... food?" Apollo said, staring at his pay check and then Gavin, who smiled back at him.

"Mr Gavin... not that I'm complaining, but isn't this a little too much?" He asked in disbelief. This was more than twice the amount he usually only has a hope of being given.

"Nein, nein, nein, Herr Forehead. I've paid you the correct amount. After all, not only did you clear my name, you brought justice to a great man, did the prosecutor's job better than he did, and caught two criminals in a long drawn out murder, bigamy and fraud case. And no, you will not be paying. It is my treat, he said.

"Polly, why did say 'food' like it was a question?" Trucy asked, her plate being the only one that was empty. Everyone stared at her in shock, even Maggie.

"You... you can't be serious?"

Everyone around the table laughed at Apollo's outburst and settled into a comfortable chatter.

"Why is it that we always end up here?"
"What do you mean Mr Wright?" Ema asked, having just heard Wright musing to himself.
"This is a place where we used to come after trials like this. The old gang, you could say. Instead of Apollo there was me and instead of Trucy there was Maya. You would've been Gumshoe, Ema, even though he is still with us, and instead of Mr Gavin we'd have Edgeworth."
"Edgeworth!"

"Fraulein, you always get such a gleam in deine Augen when Herr Edgeworth is mentioned. Should I be jealous?" He said leaning towards her and smiling his trademark smile.

"What? No- I- Gavin! Mr Wright is-"

"Leaving. Mr Wright is leaving. I believe an embarrassing talk is in order with my daughter, if you'll excuse me."

"Whew."

What are you so worried about, Fraulein?" He asked, smiling. "Everything worked out ok. A good man lost his life, but justice was served. It's funny how I can't say that now without thinking about Herr Forehead."

"I know. I guess I'm just tired... And where the crap did I leave my coat!"

"Ah, I did wonder. Fraulein, as much as you love it, I believe you look much better without it. And oh, you can try and look mad all you like but you can't hide that blush from me."

"It seems I can't hide anything from you these days. I have one question though."

"Ah, regarding my involvement with the Green's?"

"No, about us, actually."

"Oh."

"Yeah... Look, I just need to know. That night when you came back to mine, before all this started, did you leave because Mrs Green asked you to?"

"What? No! I didn't even check my phone until after I left your apartment."

"Then why did you leave?" She asked even though she was half scared of what his answer would be.

"Because I was afraid of what I'd do."

That was a surprise.

"As I recall, and I'm saying that in the simplest of forms, because I can't really recall much, but there was nothing you could have done that I wasn't... You know, encouraging." Ema finished, blushing deeply and turning away.

"Do you remember what I told you?" He asked her slowly.

Ema nodded. "You said you couldn't do it."

"I did."

"Don't worry about it, I get it."

Gavin looked confused. "You get it? But, how?"

"All your flirting is just an act, I knew that anyway, I just thought- you didn't really want anything to do with me I guess- so you couldn't-"

"Fraulein, are you insane? Forgive me for speaking so bluntly, but there is nothing, NOTHING right now that I would love more than to take you home and do everything we could have done that night right now. But I can't."

"I... I don't- why? I mean, it's you! Your reputation-"

"Because it's you. Have you ever wondered why with you I seem irritable, but with my fans my words are flawless. I'm charming I always smile. But with you, God you make me crazy. You really do. I couldn't do it because it's you, Ema."

"I still don't get-"

"I think, just maybe, I, I might have loved you in that moment."

"Wh...wh...wh..?"

"Why? Because we argue all the time you want to know why? You are beautiful, Ema. Your hair, every feature of your face and your body, it's, it's almost sculptured art. And when I saw you in that dress, Christ. That tiny black dress, it drove me wild. I don't think you realised I much I wanted you. And when you kissed me..." Klavier closed his eyes at the memory which made Ema blush deeper.
"Your kiss was as beautiful as you, Ema. Even your name is beautiful. Ema Skye. So pretty."

"I.. I don't know what to say."

"I'm not asking you to tell me you love me too. In time, maybe, but for now, I'll settle on anything I can get."

"Klavier," she breathed, "I-...

..."

"Perhaps some air?"
"Air is good." She said, nodding and leaving the table, neither of their absences was noticed throughout the celebrations.

...

"Now that we have a little more privacy, do you mind?" He asked while grabbing her hand.

"Um sure, what for?"

"... I just wanted to hold your hand, Fraulein." He said, smiling cheerfully.

"Just, before I move in to you second revelation. Can I just verify something?"

"Of course."
"The night you left me, you rejected me-" Gavin flinched at the word, "Why? You've said how you felt and what you'd like to do... And yeah this is embarrassing and I know my cheeks are going red and my palm is getting all sweaty and-"

She looked up when she heard him chuckle. "What's so funny?" She asked, her familiar frown set in place.

"It's just a relief to see you as flustered as I am. Do you really want to know why I couldn't? Alright, I couldn't because it's YOU. Like that? While under the influence of alcohol, and you not knowing how I felt? No. I would have never been able to go through with it. It would have been wrong."

"... It's just sex..."

"Not with you it isn't." He said firmly. "If it was just sex then that's what it would've been and that what would've happened. But it wasn't just sex."

"...because you thought you had loved me at that moment?" Ema asked slowly.

"Ema, I was also under the influence of alcohol. And I haven't loved many people, not like this. Never like this. I- yes. In that moment I thought it was love. And in that moment I was right. Out of everything in the world. Of everything I've seen, of everywhere I travelled, I've never seen anyone quite like you. I've never wanted, never loved someone like I love you."

"Kiss me."
She had said it so basically that to him it was the most complex thing he had ever heard.
"Here? Now?"
"Yes. Now."

Klavier moved closer and rested his forehead against hers. "I love you." He told her, and then he kissed her.
He leaned in slowly and felt more nervous than he had ever felt in his life.

Her lips made contact with his and her heart soared. The beating of her heart against her ribs was mind numbing, so she accepted it as it were to be. She let herself go numb. All she felt was the contact of her right hand in his, the spark of his lips against hers.
She tried not to think. She tried not repeating his words over and over in her head but she couldn't.
His words echoed silently around her mind.

"I love you."

He had said it with so much conviction, so much raw emotion, and the look in his eyes told her that he meant it.

But how did she feel? What did she feel for this glimmerous fop?
She didn't know, and she decided not to care just yet. In this moment she felt safe and perfect and happy. She imagined that Klavier had felt exactly like this when he realised he was in love with her.

Which, she mused, answered her question about her feelings perfectly.
It was thrilling and terrifying and happening so fast that she hadn't realised that their lips were hardly moving. They simply stood and kissed.

"Ema," he whispered.

"Klavier?" She asked, finally pulling away. A small smile on each of their lips that any bystander would recognise as the sign of lovers.

"I like it when you call me by my first name." He said, smiling.

"I'll make more of an effort to call you it, then, Klavier." She added with a smile. "I don't know how you do this to me, I always find myself flustered near you. Right now I feel like I'm under a spell."

"Do I get the impression that my feelings are, at least partially reciprocated?"

"At least." She said, smiling at him again.

"You are even more beautiful when you do that. When you smile like that."

She leaned toward him to kiss him again but stopped just short of his lips. "I don't know what I can give you, and I don't know what I can say to make it more simple-"

"Love never was simple, even in its purest form."

The kiss lasted an eternity in that moment. Better than any rock concert, better than the feeling of an encore. It was like a perfect chemistry experiment; it was flawless, really something.

All the while they were unaware to their audience who had heard the entire conversation through a previously unnoticed open window.

...

Apollo knew that Ema hadn't realised how much Klavier had helped everyone out that day.
His payment to Apollo was of course too much, and Apollo hadn't bought his reasons why, but he didn't mind, he wouldnt have to worry about rent for months. Klavier had helped others more.

Apollo looked around at the people near. The people that he held dearest were here. His family. Phoenix, who had been recommended by Klavier himself, the jurisdictions high prosecutor, to the board that he gets his badge back, his name cleared; his life back. And Trucy who looked belated with glee; Klavier had told her out of the blue that since he couldn't actually pay her for helping Apollo, thus helping him, that he'd help her in the way he knew meant more. The Wright Anything Agency found a new member that day.

Apollo felt happy in this moment. He had finally been paid, his family was happy, and the loneliest two people he knew had found happiness and love in each other. Despite the food, the scene was perfect.

Apollo watched them for only a second longer and felt a rush of happiness wash over him. The love outside was different to that inside, and yet he knew that both shone strongly.
He watched as Klavier pulled away with hesitation and rested his forehead against Ema's.

"Ema, my sweetest dream, my grumpy Detektiv," he kissed her again, briefly, and Apollo knew it was time he rejoined the celebrations indoors, rather than witness the one outside.

"You taste sweet like chocolate."

I thought it'd be nice to finish with Apollo :)

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