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Yaoi, (if you don't know what that is, its man love)

2 AM

Bunny Slippers

He gasped for air as the blankets seemed to be suffocating him. He tried to reach his lamp to turn on the light to push away the terrible dreams that seemed to be crawling out of the dark. He felt the panic as he couldn't quite find his end table and he didn't like the sound of his own voice as it sounded so pathetic to give out such a panicked sound.

He found the button for his lamp and turned it on.

The old terrible thought crept back into the dreams where they were supposed to be.

He hated having these dreams.

He brushed back his silver hair back from his eyes. He had been sweating, but then he dreams were really bad this time. They always were around the time that his father had died.

He felt that painful hitch in his chest.

He closed his eyes as the tears started to seep out of his eyes.

He looked around his magenta room and across his messy king sized bed and wished that he had someone to share it with.

He had his cell phone in his hand. He usually left it on his night stand and now it was in his hand.

Did he really want someone to see him looking a mess that he was? It wasn't as if he had never had anyone share his room but it never lasted. They were always uncomfortable with his nightmares. The perfect prosecutor was supposed to be perfect in every way, but he was far from that. But that was his public image.

His fingers danced over the phone numbers and he held the phone up to his ear.

"..ello," came a tired voice.

He listed to the breathing on the other end for a moment, and with a heavy sigh, he hung up the phone.

It was a stupid idea to call him anyway.

What good would it really do? What could he do about it? Nothing! That is what. Absolutely nothing! He already knew about all his weakness and seemed to exploit them in court! He already looked at him with those eyes of his and that stupid smile of his and his stupid….

He sighed and placed his phone back on the table.

Why add another pain to his life?

That is how all his other relationships went.

The last two people that he thought would be prospects in his life turned out to be failures in every which way. They wanted him to be the Miles Edgeworth that was the scourge of the courtroom in every part of his life, but he wasn't that person, when he was waking up from the horrible nightmares that still plagued his life. They were less frequent that they used to be, but they were still there.

He had enough terrors to worry about in his life.

Thinking that he had killed his father.

Being accused of murder.

Being defended by a man that he thought was an oaf but managed to pull it off.

Discovering the man that had taken you in, the man who was his mentor, was the man that really killed his father.

Discovering that the police used you to place false evidence.

Discovering that you would run back to the country from a comfy life to help that stupid man.

Discovering that he had nothing to return home to at the end of the day.

Discovering that opting for death didn't help him understand what he really wanted in life.

Discovering how thing have changed so much in the last 5 years.

He wished he stayed back in Germany.

He threw the tangled covers off himself and went to brew a tea.

Tea always helped his nerves on nights like he was having.

The ritual of preparing the tea calmed him as he smelled the lavender and mint tea brew in his specialized tea pot.

The doorbell rang.

The clock said it was two in the morning. Who the hell would be at his door? His first thought that it was that stupid detective that replaced Gumshoe recently was waking him to pull him to a scene. What was the new detective's name? Evenped? Did he really care? He would if it was he idiot disturbing his already disturbed night.

He walked to his bedroom to get his robe. He couldn't answer the door in his boxers.

The door bell rang again and there was knocking. How did they get into his condo anyway? The building was supposed to be secured. He would talk to security in the morning about their lapse in service. Even if it was a pesky police officer. It was a breach.

There was another knocked followed by a voice that froze him in his steps.

"Miles?"

What the hell was he doing at his door? Well, at least he knew how he got past security, most likely tricked them into letting him in.

"I know you called and I know your up," the voice said in a calm voice on the other side of the door. "I saw the light on."

He still didn't move.

"Miles, are you going to let me in?" the voice was a little bit more insistent.

"I have call display," the voice said. Was there amusement in it? He was pretty sure that the idiot was smiling through the door at him. "I would hate to make a scene in the hallway."

He moved then. He walked to the door, unlocked it and looked at the fool on the other side of the door.

There was a shocked look on his face. The former defence attorney even had a blush on his cheeks as he stood there.

"I misdialed," he lied.

"Uh-huh," Phoenix said.

Why were his eyes moving like that?

Then he realized that he didn't make it to his bedroom to retrieve his robe.

He moved back from the door, his own face burning at the thought of answering the door in nothing more than his boxers. He didn't invite the spiky hair pest in but saw him walk into his sanctuary as he tried to quickly don his robe.

He rushed back into his living room as he saw him Phoenix go into the kitchen. Was he making himself a home?

He saw Phoenix touch his tea pot and remove it from the heat.

"It looked like it was going to boil over," Phoenix said. "Are you okay Miles?"

Was he okay?

He looked at him. He looked like he had cleaned himself up a bit from the last time he saw him. He wasn't wearing that stupid hat of his and his hair looked like had had only the time to run his fingers through it. He must have shaved recently since he didn't have the stubble on his chin like he used to. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. So different than the ugly tacky blue suit that he used to wear.

Was he wearing slippers?

Bunny slippers? With ears?

"Miles?"

"I… I don't know," he said honestly.

He was prosecuting again. Yeah. He thought that would make his life complete again, but with all he knew now….

He couldn't look at Phoenix.

"Why did you come over?" he asked.

"Your sigh sounded pathetic," Phoenix answered, his body moving slightly. He looked and saw him reaching over to his tea cups and pulling two down from the hooks that he kept his favourite cups on. "I thought that I should, since I was awake anyway."

He poured the tea for them into each of the tea cups. He was forced to look at Phoenix again. His eyes were prying at him. Like how he would look at him in the courtroom but with that look that he would get when they met in the hallway afterward. That look that said, that he wanted to talk to him about more that the court. But something that he would never let him do.

So why did he let the fool into his house?

"Why were you awake?" he asked, trying desperately to divert the conversation away from him.

Phoenix shrugged and his shoulders seemed to have muscles that Miles did not remember him having or did he even notice that about him before? "The usual you know. Had a nightmare and all and it was hard to get the ghost out of my head."
"You have nightmares, too?" he said in a hurry, before he realized that it was the wrong thing to say. He knew that he would find the flaw in what he just said and pick it right apart.

"Yeah," Phoenix said as he picked up a tea cup. "This time it was about falling into that river," he said with a sad smile. "Remember that?"

He remembered. That was his stint as a defence attorney because Wright was bound in bed with the wicked case of the chills.

"Do you dream about that often?" he asked.

"From time to time," Phoenix said and now it was his turn to avert his eyes. He focused on his tea cup. Phoenix pursed his lips and blew some of the steam off the cup of the tea in the attempt to cool the cup. He rested his hip against the counter and rolled his shoulders again. "Do you dream about the elevator?"

Now he looked away. Did he know that was what his nightmare was about?

"I remember you visiting me in the hospital," Phoenix whispered. He was glad that the topic switched from him again. "I remember how you tightened that hood over my head before you left. You thought I was sleeping."

He blushed.

He remembered that.

He had looked so pathetic lying in that bed, shivering and sneezing, frantic about Maya and frantic that he was unable to do anything about it. He had smoothed that hood around his face and mad sure that the blanket was tucked under his chin before he left to do the investigation that HE should have been doing.

"I was dreaming about that," Phoenix took a sip of his tea and looked at him with hooded eyes. "That day in the hospital."

He made a gasping sound. He couldn't help it. He was dreaming about that?

Phoenix looked down at his feet and suddenly realized what his footwear was. He shuffled his feet and groaned.

He groaned and covered his eyes, his well rounded shoulders slumping slightly. "I must have slipped on Trudy's slippers," he moaned. "How embarrassing."

"There cute," he said and felt his lips twitch into a smile. "They looked a little big for Trudy." He remembered meeting the magician on a few occasions and thought she was quite a spit fire. He was pretty sure that the teenager did not have that big of feet.

"Well…" Phoenix said and sipped his tea again. Phoenix was trying to hide the furious blush on his face.

"You still play the piano and playing poker?"

Phoenix laughed lightly. "Na. I am rewriting the Bar. They are going to let me practice again," he smiled brightly.

"Oh," he said in a surprised tone.

"Yeah, you may have to put up with my mug across from you in the courtroom again," there was a large smile on his face as he said that.

With a smile he responded, "The horror."

Phoenix laughed a little more openly at that and a hand clasped his shoulder and shook him slightly at that comment. His hands were so warm and he could feel it through his robe. Phoenix released his shoulder but still smiled brightly at him.

"Feeling better now?" he asked.

"A bit," he confessed. If he would have called his so called family, they would not have even answered the phone. He was on good terms with Franziska, but that did not make her the person he wanted to talk to at two in the morning.

"You're frowning again," frowned Phoenix. "What other doom and gloom are you thinking about?"

Miles blinked. Was he? Phoenix was holding his cup of tea and handing him the other. "Do you want to sit down and talk instead of standing here in the kitchen?"

He took the tea. Did he really want to talk to Phoenix? In his bathrobe? With his large pink bunny slippers?

Phoenix took a step closer. "If you don't want to talk further tonight, I can go. I don't mind if you want to call it a night." Miles couldn't look up at his face and found that he was staring at the man's chest. The slow movements of breathing as his concerned words spoke again.

"I can wait some more."

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