We're going to see Kristoph and Matt interact today. We're also going to see who everyone else's cellmates are. Some of them are hilarious.

BTW, in this story Manfred von Karma is still alive. Just so you know.

Chapter 2 – You Annoy Me

As soon as the guard left them alone, Kristoph turned to Matt Engarde and looked him over with a judgmental eye. He had several faint scars on his face, but other than that he was a handsome man. A lot of women probably swooned over him. The way he held himself told Kristoph that he was rather arrogant, even in prison.

"I've heard of you before," Kristoph said, breaking the silence.

"You should have," Matt replied in an all-too egotistical voice, "I am a rather well-known, popular, and handsome actor."

"No, that's not it," Kristoph disagreed, thinking for a moment, "Oh, now I remember. You're that disgraced actor that Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth worked together to prove murdered your rival actor."

Matt frowned. "I didn't kill him!" he argued, "An assassin did!"

"Yes, but you hired him, so it's basically the same thing," Kristoph argued, "And now you're cowardly hiding in prison so you don't have to be killed yourself." Matt let out a nervous laugh.

"Th-That's not the reason," he stuttered, "I am simply serving my sentence for ordering an assassination. And if being in prison happens to keep me safe until De Killer forgets about me, then that's just a bonus."

"If you say so," Kristoph said with a shrug.

"Anyway," Matt continued, sidling up to Gavin and putting an arm around his shoulders, and giving him a winning smile, "Let's talk about you."

Kristoph gave him a confused look and swatted Matt's hand off his shoulder.

"You know, you may be almost as handsome as I am," Matt said in a flirtatious voice, "And I am pretty dang handsome. I may end up falling in love."

"Wait a minute," Kristoph muttered, "Are you hitting on me?"

"Am I that obvious?" Matt asked, wiggling his eyebrows, "You know, I always thought I was straight until I met-"

"Stop," Kristoph interrupted, putting a hand to Matt's face. He was not going to put up with this man suddenly turn gay for him. That's not how that worked anyway.

With a sigh, Kristoph went over and sat down on his bed. He pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes when he felt the bed sink slightly as someone sat next to him. Startled, he looked over to see Matt sitting beside him, pressed against him as hard he could. Scowling, Kristoph stood up, causing Matt to fall over.

Trying to ignore Matt, Kristoph walked over to the bars and leaned against them, looking out at the other cells. The one straight across from his housed a tall tan skinned man with white hair and a weird mask and a broad-shouldered man with blue-purple hair, a cleft chin, and way-too-bright teeth.

In the cell to the right of that one was a prosecutor Kristoph recognized as the infamous Manfred von Karma. He didn't know his cellmate, however, an odd-looking man with yellow and black hair, a long nose, and magnifying glass monocle.

To the left of the first cell was the terrifying Furio Tigre angrily yelling at his cellmate. Tigre's cellmate was another tanned man with white hair, but this time the white hair looked natural. He had a square jaw covered by a beard and regarded Furio's angry tirade with calm and silence. It was a little scary, actually.

Kristoph knew there was another row of cells above his and he could hear someone talking. It sounded like they were planning a prison break, but Kristoph knew they wouldn't get very far. It's not like anyone could break out of prison.

Suddenly, Kristoph grew aware of the white-haired man with the mask staring at him. He nodded his head at Gavin.

"Hey," the man greeted him, "You're Kristoph Gavin, aren't you? The famous defense attorney?"

Kristoph scoffed. "I was. Until I was sent to prison," he replied bitterly, "Thanks to those two." The man across from him nodded in understanding.

"They call me Godot, by the way," he introduced, "I was a prosecutor before I was arrested. But I'm not bitter about it. I know did wrong and I have to pay for it."

Good for you, Kristoph thought to himself. He was about to say something but was interrupted by Godot's cellmate.

"Oh, knock it off with that 'holier-than-thou' complex you've got going there!" the flamboyant man exclaimed, "You're no better than the rest of us!"

Godot turned and gave him a hard look. "I don't recall saying I was better than any of you," he said calmly.

"You didn't have to say it! I, Redd White, can read your bodily language! It said to me that you are a megalomaniac!" the man grinned, "Am I right?"

"That seems a bit harsh," Kristoph pointed out, "Do you even know what a megalomaniac is?"

"Sure I do!" White claimed. He was silent for a moment as the other two stared at him, waiting for his answer. He cleared his throat in an awkward way. "Well anyway, what does it matter? Does my complexitory vocabulary stun and amaze you?"

"Ok, now you're just making up words," Godot muttered.

"Wait, you said your name was Redd White?" Kristoph asked, "You're the man who years ago was blackmailing several important people and murdered Mia Fey until he was caught by Phoenix Wright."

"Yeah, that's me, what of it?" White said.

"What?" Godot growled. He turned to White, glaring behind his mask. "You're the one who murdered Mia Fey!?"

White raised his brow at him. "So?"

Godot stepped closer to him, making Redd White seem smaller. "Mia Fey was my lover," he hissed through clenched teeth. White's face slowly fell.

"Oh… um…" he was at a loss as to what to say, "Um, this is awkward…"

Still glaring, Godot raised a hand and held it there, as if expecting something to happen. When nothing did, he instead lashed out his arm and caught White around the throat and started choking him.

Kristoph smirked and walked away from the bars, leaving them to their antics. However, when he turned around, he was immediately slammed against them by Engarde, who pinned his shoulders down.

"I was waiting for you to turn around and notice me," the fop cooed in a seductive way, "Tell me, did it hurt when you fell down from Heaven?"

"Really?" Kristoph replied, unamused, raising a brow, "You're using that tired old cliched pick-up line?"

Matt seemed unphased by his insult. He flashed his pure white smile. "God, I could kiss you," he purred.

"If you do I will slap you," Kristoph warned. With that, he shoved Matt away and went back to his own cot. He supposed he shouldn't have been very surprised when Matt followed him over and sat down next to him, immediately slinging an arm around him.

"Hey baby," Engarde flirted, "Where have I been all your life?"

Kristoph rolled his eyes. He refused to dignify that with a response. He gasped when he suddenly felt lips on his neck. A tongue ran over his throat which caused him to lash his arms out, knocking Matt off the bed and onto the floor.

"Whoa!" Engarde exclaimed, slightly dazed, but his stupid grin was back in an instant, "Well now, I appear to be falling for you!"

Kristoph groaned loudly. He was suddenly regretting the country wide decision to ban the death penalty. Since the Jurist System had finally been fully reinstated, people argued that something should change about prisoners' sentences as well. Since a majority of the country was against the death penalty, they decided to get rid of it. That meant that Kristoph, who had previously been on death row, was now given a life sentence with no chance for parole.

Which also meant he was stuck in here with Matt Engarde for the rest of his life.

Someone please kill me, Kristoph thought bitterly as Engarde decided to start doing what he probably thought were sexy poses on the floor. He rolled his eyes and looked away. He wondered if he could convince the warden to give him a different cellmate if he told him that Matt was making him uncomfortable with his pickup lines.

Eh, probably not, he thought angrily to himself, He'd probably tell me to suck it up.

Night could not come soon enough.

Kristoph lay awake in his cot that night, unable to fall asleep. He was keeping an eye on Engarde to make sure he didn't do anything. And besides someone in a nearby cell was singing, making it very hard to fall asleep. Was that person's cellmate going to make him shut up?

"Good God!" someone shouted, "Atmey! Will you shut up? We're trying to sleep!"

"Do not silence my suffering!" Atmey cried insufferably, "I am in pain!"

"Yeah, yeah! We all are! You're preaching to the choir, bud!"

Growling softly to himself, Kristoph rolled over in his cot to face the wall. Didn't these fools realize that they were now making as much noise as this "Atmey" fellow? He shoved his pillow over his head, trying to block out the voices.

He didn't notice Engarde carefully get out of bed and sneak over to his. That is, until the flamboyant man crawled into the bed with him and started kissing his neck. Kristoph started violently, causing Matt to cling to him to avoid falling off. Without even looking, Kristoph grabbed his pillow and beaned Matt in the face, whacking him off of him. He sat up and glared down at his cellmate.

"What the Hell was that?" he growled. Matt gave him a charming smile.

"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all, "You just looked way too irresistible for me to ignore you."

Kristoph continued to glare down at the pompous man. If he had been wearing his glasses and had something within arm's reach other than his pillow he would have thrown something at him. As it was, however, he had nothing and he probably would've missed anyway.

Instead, he chose to throw a final glare at the man before rolling over and trying to go to sleep. He heard Matt get up from the floor and go back to his own bed. Maybe he would actually get a little bit of sleep tonight.

Boy, would he have a lot to tell his brother next time he came to visit.

Matt's willing to do anyone apparently. As long as they're as good looking as he thinks he it. Let's hope he never meets Klavier or Edgeworth. There's going to be quite a few chapters before the main plot kicks off because I want to establish things first. In the meantime please leave a comment and let me know what you think so far!