"Matchmaker. Matchmaker. Make me a match." Maya sang to herself as she activated her personal messenger, awaiting Ema's reply. "Buy me a buy. Catch me a catch. Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, don't know the rest of the song."

Ah, the wonders of modern technology. She patted herself on the back for convincing Phoenix to teach her how to use a computer after the Engarde trail. Even if she mainly used it to indulge into her new hobby instead of learning how to contact the police if she ever got kidnapped again. The funny thing was that the very idea of man-smut never crossed her mind until she came across a drawing of the Steel and Nickel Samurais banging the shit out of each other on an art site she stumbled across. At first she believed that the reason the picture stayed stuck in her mind for most of the night was because it was so graphic, but then realized it was more to the fact of how hot it was.

By the end of the week that image opened her up to a whole new world of wonder and into the arms of several yaoi groups and livejournals. It was on a Steel Samurai yaoi mailing list that she met Ema and the two hit it off almost famously. Over the last three months, they were already trading mangas.

SkyeGirl: I got your e-mail. Man, I can't believe you live with Mr. Wright.

MysticMaya: You should've told me.

SkyeGirl: Well, you never brought it up.

MysticMaya: So what do you think?

SkyeGirl: Larry's going to be the harder nut to crack. According to my mangas the straight guy usually needs some kind of big event involving his true love to turn him around.

MysticMaya: Like in Undergrand Hotel when Sword saved Sen from those rapists.

SkyeGirl: Right, we could hire some thugs to attack Larry and Mr. Wright will come save him before anything bad happens.

MysticMaya: I think that could get us arrested.

SkyeGirl: Dang. How about we just get them really drunk instead?

MysticMaya: I like it. After they realize how great the drunken sex was; they'll have no choice, but to get together. But how am I going to get the booze? Nick doesn't keep much around.

SkyeGirl: Leave that to me. I'll just send a message to Alice and she'll take care of it.

MysticMaya: Alice?

SkyeGirl: Alice Brady, she's a girl in my old school who can get kids fake IDs and stuff. I figured that since I'm going to be a forensic investigator it would be a good idea to get some ties with the criminal underground to help me out in my future cases. I'll send you her address when we're done.

MysticMaya: Thanks.

SkyeGirl: Remember to take lots of pictures.

MysticMaya: I will.

Maya giggled as she shut off her internet connection.

"Maya, is it just me or does this tea smell weird?" Phoenix said the next day as he sat across from her on the kitchen table.

"It's uh, a new brand, Magic Tea."

He gave her that same look whenever she "accidentally" ordered more food than she promised. "What do you have planned Maya?"

"Nothing. You work so hard and I thought that I'd help you relax." She quickly checked the clock on the wall. "So I sent Pearly to bed early and made you a little treat." He made a bitter-looking face when the nasty combination of instant tea and whatever she threw in there hit his tongue. "Hey, slow down Nick. Save some for our guest."

"What guest?"

"Oh nobody."

"Maya…"

"Ok," She huffed. "Larry should be coming in few minutes. I figured you two could get together and sort out your differences."

"And this has nothing to do with trying to get us together?"

"Of course not." A rapid succession of knocks filled the air as she jumped from her seat, grabbed his wrist and nearly dragged him along with her. "Oh, there he is."

"Ni…Nick, thank God…you're here." Larry tried to say between the heavy wheezing that resulted from running almost the entire way to his apartment.

"Larry, what happened to you?" Throwing his arm around his friend, Phoenix lead him to the kitchen. Maya was about to hand Larry the cup of tea she until Phoenix gestured her not to and pointed to the sink.

Ignoring her grumbling as she fished for a glass, he waited for Larry to catch his breath. Man, he hadn't looked this bad since he burst through the court room during Edgeworth's trial and despite the knotting in his stomach of what possible disaster Larry could've brought with him, he prayed to himself that it was just a product of overreaction.

"It's Kaley." Larry finally said when he finally calmed down and took a huge sip of water. "They think she killed him."