Brace yourself... get ready for the romantic-shipping-Christmas fanfics! I'll be doing that too, so... erm, brace yourselves. You'll need to. My NaruMayo-ness and ReiMei-ness (just made that up myself! a.k.a. Franziska x Edgeworth) will blow your emotions out of the courtroom. I promise to write one chapter for each day; after all, it is 25 days of Christmas! Enjoy the story!

"Heh heh... Niiiiiiiiick!" Maya Fey called to Phoenix Wright extremely devilishly.

"What...?" Phoenix answered slightly annoyed.

"It's December, and you know what that means...!" She crept up behind him and started poking his face.

"Uhh... No, I don't know what that means." He simply ignored the sudden disturbance on his face, but was dreading what the response was to her statement.

"Nick... December = Christmas! Duh!" She jumped out behind him and landed on his lap.

"Wha- Maya, please get off my lap! And Christmas isn't until the 25th, so I don't know what you're going on about! It's only the first." He pushed Maya off his lap and on to the spot on the couch next to him. He didn't want to be mean and push her on the floor. Maya has been really... intimate to me for the past week or so..., he thought.

"But, Nick! You need to get me a good Christmas presents, so I decided to give you some ideas now! It's probably a little a late because Black Friday's over, but..." She pulled out a long list of at least 4 feet and handed it over to Phoenix. "Here's my list! I think you should read over it."

He stared dumbfounded at the 4 feet long list in his hand and thought about ripping it up into pieces. "Maya! This list is almost as tall as you, and you expect me to 'read over' this thing?"

Maya looked at Phoenix hopefully and nodded. "Yup! Pretty much! I hope you can make a final decision really soon!"

She then skipped away to the living room to watch some Steel Samurai.

Phoenix was left dumbfounded again and alone in his office. He had no idea what to do with the long list. It would take him at least a week to read over it (if he even considered to read it), and most of the things on the list would probably be impossible, knowing Maya. He lay down on the couch and sighed. What is he going to do with this girl?

"Let's see the first thing on this list... 'Samurai Spear'... Okay, I'm seriously considering shredding this now."

xXxXx

"Oh. It's December 1st. Happy December."

"Happy December to you, too, Franziska."

Franziska von Karma looked up from her cup of tea and sarcastically greeted Miles Edgeworth.

"Little Brother, why are you still here? You were here from midnight, and you're still here even though it is past noon. You've been here for more than 12 hours." Franziska, annoyed, asked Miles why he was still there at her rather small house. "My home is nothing compared to your large mansion, so why do you insist on coming here?"

"Oh, you know, I think your house is much more smug and comfy than mine. Mine has too much space to fill up with a small amount of people." Miles didn't even look up from his newspaper while talking to Franziska.

Franziska had noticed that Miles visited more often than he used to. Franziska didn't mind at all; she, in fact, very much enjoyed his company! She would actually always cherish the times he visited. Franziska still clung on to him like a little child, even though she didn't know it.

"Well, Franziska… I think it's time I take my leave… Thank you for the tea. It was quite nice." Miles stood up from the soft chair in the living room and put the newspaper and his cup of tea on the end table next to him. He was about to step out the door when…

"Wait."

Miles turned around and saw Franziska turning a very light pink and about to give him a liquid in a plastic cup.

"Miles… I think you should have this. It's an extra cup of tea on your way home. I know you live well far away from me, so… I think you'd enjoy this."

Miles obviously noticed that this was an extremely embarrassing act for Franziska. He accepted the cup graciously and gave his thanks. He stepped out into the fall – almost winter – wind, into his car, and drove away. Both Franziska and Miles had this feeling that this was going to be one special Christmas season.

"*sigh* Christmas is coming… Again…"