"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?"
They both had different reactions to the reemergence of the dead donned in a warm purple: Miles removed his hand from Phoenix's boxers and Phoenix seemed to tremble uncontrollably, still clutching his boyfriend - just with a lot more desperation. The pair may have been sporting magic wands, but were not expecting to summon the dead with their ritualistic fumblings - not to mention how painfully awkward it was. Everyone was stiff. Phoenix had stared himself hollow and Miles didn't know what to do. He'd shot that man - that corpse should have been lying as a wreckage, a testament to the calamities of evil, at the bottom of the royal catacombs in an insignificant little corner containing the least amount of gold and precious gemstones -, yet there he was; Opposing them with not a blonde hair out of place. It couldn't be him yet it was: he sported the same blonde hair, eyes donning the same icy blue and even the same tanned skin-tone, as though being underground for days had not taken any sort of toll whatsoever. He had not aged beneath heavy soil. Miles herded Phoenix closer to him, ignoring their uniting protrusions as best as he could in favour of sharing the heat that Kristoph Gavin would inevitably try to steal.

"I was wandering around and I couldn't see anyone," The spectre added. Phoenix shuddered. The only difference was the abusive twat's outfit; the spectacles were nowhere to be seen whilst the blazer he so proudly bore was now of a different variety of purple. Warmer, but he was fooling no one. Miles gritted his teeth against the ridiculously large, tacky 'G' drooping from a stupid metal chain loosely adorning his neck like some form of statement: Gavin.
"Have you renamed yourself 'G' in hopes of a second chance or something?" Miles finally snapped.
"What? No, I was looking for Leader Edgeworth. Do you know where he might be?"
"O-Oh yeah, real funny." Phoenix stuttered through tears.
"Why, pray tell, do you wish to see Leader Edgeworth then?"
"Apparently I'm entitled to becoming Leader."
"Oh and that's convenient, isn't it?" Miles snarled.
"Last time I checked, I had shot you whilst you were abusing a Mr Phoenix Wright. Ring any bells?" Phoenix's ensuing whimper echoed, buzzing as it travelled around the hall, gracing each expensive statue and wall it encountered, as he backed further into Miles with contracting muscles, not wanting to look any longer.
"What? No-"
"You're supposed to be dead. Care to explain how you got out of that one?"
"I think you have me mixed up with someone else." The spiky-haired man frowned, loudly mumbling into his boyfriend's tear-dampened chest in the hopes that:
"What's your name, then?" Wouldn't be too muffled. It wasn't too muffled.
"Klavier Gavin."

Miles instantaneously released a spiteful, biting laugh.
"Piano Gavin. Really? You can't just throw around fancy German words and expect a name to just form out of nowhere. At least Kristoph Gavin was believable." Kristoph stared at them as though he were a slab of stone. Grey, still and cold. Unimpressed.
"No, really. My name's Klavier. I was Kristoph's twin brother until he died." Phoenix exited his fleshy abode at that, filled with rage - the only emotion that could evoke such violent flashing in one's eyes - which creased his brows.
"I'm not 5." He snapped;
"You're not coming here and ruining things again."
"I'm sorry on behalf of Kristoph for whatever he did, but I am not him."
"You look identical. There's no way-"
"I already mentioned that we were twins." It was Miles and Phoenix against Kristoph at that point, staring each other down defiantly.
"Prove it." Miles finally conceded, his lips quirking smugly as he folded his arms, his index finger lightly tapping his forearm. Kristoph appeared exasperated at the proposal, his face contorting as his shoulders slumped. They had him on strings.
"I don't go around carrying my birth certificate! You have a real case of Schadenfreude, you know?"
"T-Then how did you get in? The palace is completely shut today." Phoenix persisted in earnest.
"There was no one at the gate, so I just walked in."

Two jaws dropped open at the discovery, intaking the remnants of dust which had been regurgitated by the boxes they'd previously been carrying, with eyes resembling the size of globes and stiffened muscles. Kristoph was evidently trying his best not to think about what he'd caught the pair doing, his eyes glancing up and down repeatedly with one blonde eyebrow quirked above the other.
"No way.." Phoenix whispered, stunned.
"Well, you did tell everyone we could handle it." Miles muttered.
"I didn't expect the guards to leave too! I thought they had more sense-" The silvery-haired man cleared his throat, briefly shutting his eyes. The audacity!How dare they leave one of the most important strongholds of intricate, immaculately kept Japanifornian heritage - the epitome of monetary gain - vulnerable.
"Besides," A pause as grey eyes slowly opened.
"Even if you actually are Kristoph Gavin's twin," Miles sniffed:
"You are not entitled to anything. Go home."
"H-Hold on a minute!" Klavier interjected as he lopsidedly stepped towards the curious pair, the various dangling chains adorning his neck swaying with his motion like a form of loose collar. The metal G was slanted at a jaunty angle.
"My brother was Leader when he died, that means-"
"Temporary Leader."
"What?"
"How much do you know about what happened?" Phoenix queried, frowning.
"Well, um, Kristoph became Leader and died shortly after of heart failure, right?" Blue eyes met grey briefly.
"Right," Phoenix mumbled.
"Who told you to come here?"
"It was this guy called, um," A pause.
"Guard? Something like guard. Oh wait! No, his name was Matt and he said he was on guard."

Phoenix rose an eyebrow. Matt Engarde? What business would Matt Engarde have in Japanifornian Leadership? He was just a lackey.
"Well, you're still not entitled to anything. Don't make me forcibly remove you." Miles stated calmly and Klavier's shoulders rounded at the sound in a defeatist manner.
"Do I not get anything for coming all the way here?" A sigh:
"It was your staff that misinformed me-"
"There's a bowl of boiled sweets for visitors on the first left on your way out." Miles rolled his eyes as the other's purple back gradually disappeared into the darkness of the hallway: what was this? Customer service?

"What do you think all that was about Matt Engarde?" A shaky voice rose and Miles looked to its source, an arm wrapping around his boyfriend, comfortingly rubbing a forearm:
"I don't know."

- FIN