Disclaimer: Me: Oh, I own Pheonix and his friends. Phoenix: WHAT?!?!?! Me: Fine, I don't own you, or your friends, Happy?

Note: Sorry. Our internet was off , so I couldn't update. So, I gave you a present! An extra long chapters! My Klema promise would be fulfilled in this chapter or the next!

Apollo stopped at the nearest Café, Figaro. He dialed everyone's numbers, everyone came up with the same thing.

"Hello? Is this ____?" Apollo would ask.

"Yes, who is this?" The recipient would ask.

"Erm. Apollo Justice, Phoenix's apprentice." He bit his lip everytime he said apprentice.

"Right. Now what is it? Does Phoenix have a message for me?"

"Er… It's his birthday tomorrow, I would like to give you as a birthday present, and I'm holding a grand reunion."

"Hmm… When?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Great! Where?"

"The Gatewater Hotel."

"All, right."

"Bye then."

"Bye."

*Click*

Well, most conversations were something like that. But others were harder to talk to, and he had a feeling one of them tried to throw coffee to him. Why can't Mr. Wright have normal friends?!!?!?!

"Sir." The waiter called.

"Yes?"

"There's a man here for you."

"Alright."

"Herr Forehead?" Klavier said.

"What are you doing here, Gavin?"

"Long Story, actually."

"So? I've got all afternoon."

"Fine. Well I needed to track you down, I thought you still might be at Wright Anything Agency, but nein! So I asked for Herr Edgeworth's address, and I end up being whipped to death!" He paused and breathed. "So I ask Herr Edgeworth where you went, he said Kurain Village, I went there, then you were not there. SO I was to go back home, Ja? Then I pass by this café, you stand out in the crowd, Herr Forehead, your hair seemed useful for the first time."

"…Hmph. Well, what do you want?"

"Ah, it seems that Ema has a soft spot for Friends of Herr Edgeworth, or friends of friends of Herr Edgeworth."

"Not this again, Gavin."

"Look at your back left pocket."

"Huh?"

"Just do it, ja?"

Apollo reached his back left pocket, he found a note.

Ah, Apollo, remember what I told you about Klavier and Ema?

I was not joking. I do need you to set them up. So, I have a

plan. Lateer, at 7:45 P.M., meet me at Café Breton. I guess you

are a defense attorney, so come up with at least 5 excuses as to

why they shouldn't be together.

Your Friend,

Miles Edgeworth

"…!"

"What? Herr Edgeworth never told me the contents of that letter."

"Nothing."

"Objection!" Klavier shouted.

"This isn't court, Gavin. Or your concert, you've probably broken everyone's eardrums."

"… Herr Forehead. Without my help you would have still be searching for help right now. You'd probably be in the White House trying to beg the president."

"That isn't fair, Gavin."

"What are you 5?"

"Duly noted, Gavin."

Gavin had a smirk on his face. "Goodbye, Herr Forehead. I have reserved all the rooms at the Gatewater hotel."

"Grr… Shut up single-band boy." Apollo said. Bad insult, I know, but, true, his name is Piano, and he plays a guitar. He's a single person band.

"Herr Forehead! You've researched my name; I didn't think there was enough space in your cranium to think about that."

"…Shut up..." Apollo said through his gritted teeth

"… I should go now."

"Bye, then."

"…" Klavier went out of the store.

Café Breton

7:50 A.M.

"Your late." Miles said calmly

"Sorry about that" He said while Edgeworth sipped on some Jasmin tea.

"Hmm… Why don't you order something for yourself?"

"Erm." He murmured then looked at the menu. He chose some blueberry crepes and hot chocolate. "Now, about the plan? Oh, and show me the list first."

Edgeworth pulled a list out of one pocket; it was as long as the other list he gave him.

"Gah!"

"Well, he was famous, AND I think you should reserve Viola Hall for the whole day."

"Err. Right. Erm, the plan?"

Edgeworth whispered to Apollo a plan that would change the Klema relationship, for the better, but, that's another story.