The sequel is here... Not that many of you were anticipating it. Thanks to anyone who was actually looking forward to this. In any case, this one takes place after Apollo Justice, and, as such, characters such as Polly will be making appearances. There'll be him, Trucy, Feenie, Maya, Grossberg, and possibly an appearance (or at least a reference) of our dear Laurice, in addition to Mia and Diego. Just as a warning, chapter 2 might kind of suck, just as it did in The Fragrance of Dark Coffee, Indeed. Anyway, enjoy!

I Love You Too, Kitten

Chapter 1: Heart Attacks

Prison was a dark place. Bitterer then coffee. And yet it felt like home. Because there it was silent at all times: nobody was murdered, everyone was calm. So it was easy to just sit and reminisce about life. It may have had mud for coffee, but at least you could remember the woman you loved.

Once, in my second case as a prosecutor, I had met an oddity by the name of Lisa Basil. She was head of Blue Screens, Inc., so she was a whiz with technology. A valuable asset, to say the least. Later, I had become friends with another prosecutor: a rock star, Klavier Gavin. He was moderately glimmerous, but a good friend anyway. At the same time, I was introduced by my fellow prosecutor Miles Edgeworth to a thief, Kay Faraday.

A thief, a prosecutor, and a hacker.

Jailbreaking was no problem with these people.

So that was how I found myself out in the light once again. According to the law, neither Godot or Diego Armando had ever existed, at least, nobody with those names resembling me. My past was gone.

Of course, when I came out, nobody was there to greet me. Just as when I recovered from my coma. I was in this world alone. Except for maybe a couple people.

I flipped open a cell phone; the same one Mia Fey had given to me as a birthday present all those years ago. I was clueless with technology, calling someone successfully was pure luck. Calling someone with the right number was even more of a stretch. So, it took me half an hour to do what would normally take five minutes.

"Hello? Wright Talent Agency?"

A voice answered, but it wasn't anyone who I knew. A young girl, maybe sixteen, seventeen. Maya wasn't that young anymore, and Pearl had a softer voice. "Hello? Uncle Valant, is that you?"

The name sounded more-or-less familiar, but it definitely wasn't me. "Um… This is Diego Armando. May I speak to Phoenix Wright?"

The girl on the other end paused. "… Actually, Daddy's out shopping for Grape Juice… But I could get you Mommy…?"

I spit my coffee out, which wasn't something I did regularly or on purpose. Wright being married and having a daughter was news to me. On the contrary, Wright being married at all seemed just about impossible. And how exactly was his daughter that old…? "Uh… Sure…?"

The girl let out a yell. "Polly!! Get Mommy!" I could hear a boy, older, but still fairly young, yelling something incomprehensible then running to meet the girl's demands. I waited a bit longer, wondering if Wright had relatives with the same phone number.

Finally, a voice I knew all too well picked up the phone. "Mr. Armando! How are you?" Maya Fey. My gosh. I did a face-palm. "I thought you were in jail…"

I grinned, apparently I wasn't "cool" enough to break out of the clink. I told her the whole story, not sparing any details (such as how Klavier's bling could blind you).

I could still hear shouting on the other end. "Sorry, Mr. Armando, but I think we might not be able to pay the rent this month if we keep talking for too long. Not that Nick isn't used to running away from the collection agencies. Could you come over here? I'm sure Nick will be back by then and Apollo and Trucy will have sorted out their pudding war."

I let out a small chuckle. "Sure, Kitten. See you then." I snapped the phone shut, then blinked. I didn't have a car, and I still didn't like taxis, so that meant one thing. One dreaded thing. Public Transportation. In other words, the bus.

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Ten minutes later I was cuddled up between a big guy with gigantic eyebrows and a yellow apron with a fox emblazoned on it and another big guy with a suit and bushy mustache that looked vaguely familiar for some reason. Then he addressed me and my second worst fear; encountering someone you knew and hadn't seen in a long time.

"Diego, m'boy, is that you? Ho ho ho! Ah, youth, like the scent of fresh lemons…" It was my old boss, Marvin Grossberg. I was surprised he recognized me, considering my hair was white and I had a big metal mask on. Also, I was surprised I recognized him. I must have been going senile, too.

We talked for roughly an hour. Apparently, he had retired and was now living in a fifty-room mansion, complete with Olympic pool and a fleet of butlers. He wa just an environmentalist. Funny, considering my past pay and Wright's current situation (I had read about it in the newspaper), I was under the impression that all lawyers were paid minimum wage and destined to become hobos.

We finally reached my stop. The bus pulled away, and I was left alone standing in front of a place I hadn't seen in at least ten years. The Wright Talent Agency, formerly (and more widely) known as the Wright & Co. Law Offices. I rang the doorbell and a spiky-haired man answered. Not Wright, this one looked a lot skinnier and more timid, like the type that would get bullied easily, or at least flustered. "Hi, you must be Mr. Armando. Come in, Mom and Dad are waiting…"

He held open the door and we went in. The place was even messier than when Mia and I had occupied it so long ago. Magic props littered the floor and walls, with law papers scattered on and around the table. The mystery girl who I had been speaking with earlier was sitting at that very table, eating a cup of pudding over some sort of what appeared to be instructions for a magic trick, considering her cape and silk hat in addition to the state of the room.

"You look mahvelous, Dahling!"

I jumped ten feet into the air. Some sort of constipated wooden… Person… Thing… Appeared right out of thin air and tipped his hat at me and the man next to me, who I assumed was probably that "Polly" boy, who just sighed and rolled his eyes at the guffawing girl. "Come on, they're in the living room…"

One familiar face and another alien one greeted me as I entered, but it seemed they both recognized me. The first, Maya, looked exactly like her older sister had at the same age, save the fact her hair was black as opposed to brown. However, it was obvious they were nothing alike, as evidenced by her hyperactive greeting. Same old Maya.

The second one didn't remotely resemble anyone I knew. He had a blue ski cap and a gray sweatshirt on. His eyes were distant and half-lidded and he had black stubble all over his chin. Then it struck me. "Is that you…? Trite?"

Phoenix Wright smirked, similar to the ones I used to give Mia. "Hey, Godot. Break out of jail, or what? Wouldn't put it past you…" He changed his smirk to a smile (somehow, he reminded me of myself) and nodded to Maya, who promptly winked at me and collapsed on the table.

Memories suddenly overwhelmed me. A locket. Poison. Terry Fawles. Dahlia Hawthorne. "Maya! Maya!! Speak to me! Trite, call the police—" He just threw back his head and laughed, putting his hands in his pockets instead of on the phone.

Then Maya sat up, looking as fine as ever, but this wasn't Maya. This was the woman who I had loved for more of my life than I hadn't. Mia Fey was sitting right in front of me, looking as beautiful as she had when I had left her.