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oO Since when did I become so formal?! Oh well. Time goes on, and I must move on or be left behind. Enjoy

If I had made the Ace Attorney series, there would be Phoenix/Miles and Apollo/Klavier (obviously). Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand... COOKIES!! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (cough) Sorry... (embarrassed blush) (scratches back of head) ON TO THE STORY! (Yes, there will be Polly/Klav fluff in later chapters Polly/Klav -- Personal nick-name for pairing And yes, the rating will most likely go up evil cackle)

‘Totsuzen no hikari no naka, me ga sameru mayonaka ni,’

I happily skipped up the stairs to Polly’s apartment. I had A LOT planned for today, all involving French kissing one way or another and a nice comfy bed for two attorneys...

‘Negai wo kuchi ni shitai dake sa kazoku ni mo shoukai suru yo kitto umaku iku yo donna toki datte zutto futari de,’

Banging on the door of Polly’s apartment, I realized that I was missing one key factor: Apollo’s sexuality. What if he was straight?! The look of disgust was still plastered on my face, even after Polly had called out my name. The thought of them making-out brought me back to earth.

“Yeah?” I gave him a cute, and hopefully innocent, smile. His eyes narrowed. Uh-oh. Not good.

“Don’t ‘yeah?’ me. It’s six forty-five A.M.,” he pulled his hand through his hair and sighed. “What do you want?” I paused to think. What did I want? Oh, yeah.

“I want you to come with me!” Polly winced.

“To where?”

“We’re going to give Mr. Prosecutor a visit,” His face screwed up. Apparently, he wasn’t good at thinking this early in this morning. Pathetic. I was up at three o’clock at latest (for me, that’s pretty much true. My friend Kate says I must be a vampire. Other reasons as to why I will not disclose. shifty eyes). “Klavier? Remember him? Court rival?” Someone was slow this morning.

His head dropped, “Why?” I noticed that his grip on the doorframe tightened so he could better support himself. This was beginning to go from enjoyable daydream to troublesome-never-will-be-realized daydream. I felt like banging my head on a wall, but resisted that impulse. Instead, I slapped Polly’s face because I didn’t have any cold water. I got no reaction. Weird.

He sighed, “Don’t you think people like sleeping in the morning?” The blank look on my face was answer enough. “Fine, just wait here, okay?” I nodded my head enthusiastically. Maybe Mission Impossible wasn’t so impossible after all.

After he opened the door the second time, I moved to grab his wrist and drag him with me, but stopped when I saw his clothes. They were...normal! And NOT red! Sure, it was only a pair of faded jeans and a nice, short-sleeved, light green-yellow-ish top, but the thing is: IT WASN’T RED! I have nothing against you, red, but Polly just over uses you. Seriously, how much red can one person wear?

He glared at me, and tugged at his top. Apparently, he was very self-conscious of himself when not wearing his beloved colour.

“Lead the way,” He sounded annoyed. Kinda like me when I wake up and it’s Blood Week (a.k.a. period; I just prefer calling it that)... Guys don’t bleed, do they? I mean, health class says they don’t, but aren’t there, like, people that are, I dunno, both genders? Maybe I should save the questions for my health teacher.

I started cackling evilly while tugging on Polly’s arm causing him to look at me, one eyebrow raised. I looked at him innocently. This was gonna be fun.

I’ll admit it, when Trucy started laugh, I became very suspicious of her. Why did she want me to accompany her to Klavier’s office? And why Klavier? Didn’t we see him yesterday?

I turned my head to look at the people that were passing by as Trucy pulled me to see Klavier. It was weird, really. If I didn’t know any, better I’d say she was trying to get me and Klavier... I’m not going to even bother with finish that sentence.

I sighed or the umpteenth time. I really need to but more red t-shirts. I briefly saw Ema out of the corner of my eye as the doors flew open. Trucy pushed me into the elevator just as I moved to wave to her. My eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Someone was in a rush.

Upon arriving at a door, Trucy knocked on it politely. No banging, so screaming, no nothing. As soon as it was opened, she pushed me in. I rammed into something soft yet surprising hard at the same time. I looked up, instantly regretting it as I felt my cheeks burn. She was out to ruin my life, wasn’t she?

He chuckled, “Dieses ist eine angenehme Überraschung," I glared at him, my face getting redder with every passing minute. The blush made his smirk grow wider. I whipped around and saw that Trucy had shut the door after me, not bothering to make her presence known. “Ich nicht normalerweise habe Gäste dieses früh, " My eyes narrowed. I hoped my glare would work on him. “Care to have a sit?” Klavier waved in the general direction of the seats, my eyes following the direction he pointed, and scurried to sit in one, the blush on my face never leaving. He took the one closest to his desk. “What brings you here this early in the morning?”

“Trucy,” Klavier chuckled again and picked up a pencil to continue filling out his documents.

“Make yourself at home,” I reached into my pocket and pulled out an i-Pod and a small book. Sticking the headphones into my ears, I opened the book to the page that was dog-eared.

(Little boy: Mommy, Mommy! Look! Look at what I drew!

Mom: That’s great honey. doesn’t even look at drawing

Little boy: in head ‘Killing is good?’

12 years later

TV: And California’s Night Stalker strikes again, taking two more people to there graves... XD)

A crazed look stained her face, a wide grin soon blossomed. Laughter bubbled from her lips, drenching everything in its path. Behind it was left a bittersweet taste that lingered, clinging onto everything it came in contact with. Red silk threads clung to her skin and around the floor near her, taking everything hostage.

Fear had an icy grip on my heart. The coldness spread through me until movement became impossible.

I am going to die.

She stumbled closer, the grip on the knife never slaking. Her grin grew wider. She could smell fear.

She lifted her right hand up and licked her wrist, and slowly continued upward, brushing all the silk threads off. When she reached the heart clenched so tightly in her hand, she stared at me, heartless blue eyes ripping my soul. My scream stopped dead in my throat.

“What are you reading about?” I jumped, startled at the sudden presence of life.

Without thinking, I replied, “Urbicide.”

“I never pinned you down to read something so,” he paused, thinking of the right word, “Übel.” My face reddened several shades of colour as his eyes locked with mine. I opened my mouth to say something in my defence, but clamped it shut after realizing there really wasn’t anything I could say seen as I didn’t know what he said.

Our eyes stayed locked for 5... 13... 46... 78 seconds until he finally tore away and continued to fill out the document, the sound of pen scratching on paper reverberated throughout the room.

“Are you hungry?” I nodded my head while looking down into my lap, my face steadily growing redder. He let out melodic chuckle and pushed his chair back. “You can leave your things here,” He nodded toward the i-Pod and the book. Hastily, I pulled the headphones out of my ear and ran out of the room to catch up with Klavier.

We went to a café. You could eat outside, like the ones in France. It was small, quiet, calm... Probably because it was only, like, seven. While I munched away on my cream filled crêpe stuffed with strawberries and peaches, Klavier talked about his family, life in Germany, differences between Germany and America, stuff like that (because I asked him).

“So what about you?” He shot me a whimsical smile over the table. I swallowed the piece of crêpe I was chewing in one bite.

“S-so what about me?” I hated it when I stuttered.

“What about your family? What are your mother and father...” He trailed off after seen the hurt that flashed across my face. “I am sorry. Did I do something wrong?” He’s first language is German, so he says the full English sentences without the ‘abbreviations’. Well, like, duh!

My eyes stayed on my hands that were gripping my knees. “I,” I looked up into his face, “I never knew them,” I heard the sharp intake of breath. “I don’t know if I have a brother or sister,” I looked up at the sky, my eyes focusing on the lone cloud.

“I am sorry,”

I looked at him and smiled. “For what?” A startled look flashed across his face, as if he hadn’t been expecting that question. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I paused, “I guess you could say Trucy became a sister to me. Mr. Wright is like a father in an abstract sense...” I picked up my glass, rotated it in a counter-clock wise fashion, and placed it onto the table to watch. Oddly, moving orange juice was fascinating.

I could feel his eyes on me, never wavering. The attention made my cheeks go redder. “What?” When I looked up, I found it impossible to tear my eyes away. People with real pretty blue eyes have this weird thing going on for them-you just can’t take your eyes off them. It’s as if you’re sucked into this blue vortex with no return. Unless something really interesting is going on, or they look away, you just can’t seem to pull away. No wonder this guy has so many fan girls. “Ya’know...” after thinking about it, telling him something like that would be plain dumb. “Never mind,”

A playful grin spread across his face. Leaning across the table so his face was inches away from mine, he whispered, “No, please, tell me,” His breath tickled my nose, making my face go an even deeper red. I’m pretty sure by the time I get home, Trucy is going to start calling me ‘Tomato’.

“Your eyes are too pretty,” I clamped a hand over my mouth as soon as the words left came out.

His grin widened. “Is that so?” I was never going to live this down, was I? As a darker blush crept across my face, Klavier took my chin in his hand so he could examine my face. “Your eyes are very captivating as well, Herr Forehead,” I just know Trucy is somewhere videotaping this to use against me. Denial Hehe, yay

After he pulled away, I crammed the rest of the crêpe into my mouth. I didn’t trust my tongue anymore. My reaction caused Klavier to chuckle, the grin on his face growing even larger. After the overall shock went down, my cheeks went to a hardly distinguishable pink, and I looked around me. There were more people than there had been, but not by a lot. The lack of noise was unnerving. I wish I had bought my book... I glugged the rest of the orange juice and pulled out my wallet when I voice stopped me. “I will pay, ja?”

I looked up, blushing once again. Seriously, what have I done to Polly’s ‘manly-ness’? He’s like a schoolgirl “S-sure...?” Damn stuttering!

“Ja,” Klavier chuckled. “Ich bin sicher.” And just like you would in a French café, he called the waiter over, asked for the bill, and, we left. (How anti-climatic...)

Next, we decided to stop by my favourite park. Reason? I wanted to go on the swings. We continued to talk, but avoided the subject of family altogether. I found out that, when he was younger, Klavier had lived in Bad Berka, a small town in Thuringia, Germany. The main reason why he became a rock star is because it was too quiet there. A kind-of pathetic reason to become a rock star, don’t you think? Then, he moved to Berlin, the capital city and one of sixteen states of Germany. With a population of 3.4 million in its city limits, Berlin is the country's largest city. It is the second most populous city and the ninth most populous urban area in the European Union. Located in northeastern Germany, it is the centre of the Berlin-Brandenburg metropolitan area, comprising 5 million people from over 180 nations. I learned this all from Klavier. He moved there because it was louder and easier to ‘get noticed’. He’s reasons seem rather irrational to me, but from the sounds of it, Berlin is a nice place to live in. They have the Brandenburg Gate there, and the Haus des Lehrers, and the TV tower and Potsdamer Platz are supposed to look simple amazing in the dark with all the lights on. And The glass dome adorning the roof of the Reichstag sounds astonishing. There’s also the Schloss Charlottenburg, the largest existing palace in Berlin.

“Berlin definitely sounds interesting...” I arched gracefully (or at least, I hoped) off my previously occupied swing, which in turn, caused it to fly wildly in mid air and then slowly settle down. While all this took place, Klavier just sat at a bench – that was unusually close to the swings– and just watched as my shoe soles met the petite white pebbles below.

“No, not really.” This was certainly news. Berlin sounds like perfection and here is Mr. Perfectio—wait... did I say that aloud?

“Really?” Did I just call him perfection aloud...?! Oh God, if you’re real, you’ll make it that I only called him that in my head...

“Berlin... is not a good place... for someone like you.” Klavier gave me a grim smile, “there is much hate between the different cultures that comingle in Berlin. Murderers have escaped with multiple homicides in broad daylight at bus stations... and many have never been caught. What’s worse is that the university students all regard murder as just a sentence... It really is an unsafe place for someone who is bound with Fate’s grip so tightly, ja, Herr Forehead...?” My eyes felt somehow... bigger. I must have looked beyond weird...

“Blimey.”

Klavier chuckled, “British now, are we?” I shook my head vigorously.

“No, no. I mean, it’s just... um... wow. I never would’ve thought that a place... like that would be – uh- so... so...”

“Übel?”

“Exactly! That’s exactly what I mean! ...what does ‘Übel’ mean...?” Why did it feel like I needed an ice pack? Hmm... maybe I could buy some ice cream and just rub it all over my face to cool it down... but then I’d burn up even more from embarrassment...

“Übel means evil.” Oh. That explains a lot... HEY! My book isn’t evil! It’s just simply for those with misguided hearts and fetishes for blood... Is that why I wear red all the time?! I must have given him a blank look because he started to chuckle at something that was apparently funny. Maybe he could read my mind... wouldn’t put it past him.

“I’m sorry, but did I do something funny?” I think I sounded more peeved than I really felt when I said that... Ouch, can I take that sentence back?

“Traurig, but your face was just so... blank... Were you thinking that I had unjustifiable judged your ‘brilliant’ urbicide-related book?” He chuckled and I blushed profusely. DID THIS MAN KNOW EVERYTHING?! I thought I was safe in my head... Did his laughing get louder? Trucy must have something to do with this...

“Hey, Klavier?”

“Ja?”

“What does bit-uh mean?”

“Bitte? Please.” I walked up to the bench Klavier was sitting on, my steps light. Once I was directly in front of him, I twisted to the left so I could sit next to him.

“Don’t you have papers to fill out?”

“Nein,” He had turned his head so he could look at me, his eyes locking with mine.

I leaned back on the chair, and looked around, familiar scenes flooding my mind. I really should have brought my book and i-Pod. It was such a nice day: warm, sunny, sakura petals gently floating in the air. The perfect place to read a book, and, luckily, not many people came here, so it always remained quiet. ...did I just hear a giggle? I began to search my surroundings or something out of place. Tree, bush, blue magic hat, walking couple... WHOA! My outstretched arm went right in front of Klavier’s face and I yelled, “Trucy!” I jumped up and rushed to the bush in which she hid behind, and tried to grab her leg as she scampered away, missing by inches. I turned to Klavier. “Did YOU have something to do with this?!”

He looked rather startled. “N-nein...” I glared. Was that the stuttering of guilt?! Ooooh, scandal. Wait, how would it be a scandal? ...the things that go on in my mind... I paused, pressing my finger against my forehead-a bad habit I had developed everytime I stopped to think about something. If Trucy had been following us, shouldn’t we set up a trap? “That would be mean, nicht denken Sie?”

“Wha...?”

“I believe in English it would be ‘Don’t you think’, ja?”

“No, I wasn’t talking about that...how did you know what I was thinking?”

He chuckled. “You have a tendency to think aloud.” I paused, the nail of my finger digging into my forehead.

“Can we?”

“Can we what, Herr Forehead?”

“Set a trap?” I sounded like a kid in a candy shop, but who cares? My dignity was long gone. Klavier fiddled with the end of his curl-braid-hair-thing-y... Wow, his hair is unusually bright for such a dark blonde. I feel so unimportant... Didn’t he just say I think aloud? Damn!

“Herr Forehead, have you been listening?”

“Uhhhhhh...” Had I been listening? “Do you want me to lie?”

“Humour me.”

“Yes...?” He shook his head and chuckled. Again.

“Well, if you indeed had been listening, then you would have known that I said we need to make it believable, otherwise the Fräulein will see right through our magic act,” He snapped his fingers after he said that. He is right, though. Make it look too fake or planned, and she would begin to suspect us. Damn, how do those murderers do it? If we didn’t have the Jurist System, half of them would get away... Probably not the best thing to compare this to. “Vermutlich nicht.” Stupid thinking aloud! What does that mean, anyway...?

“Out of random curiosity,” I waited until Klavier looked back at me so I knew I had his attention, “Why did we take the stairs?” Klavier laughed.

We were trekking up the stairs to Klavier's office on the twenty-third floor (I have no idea what floor his office is on) when there was a perfectly capable elevator on each and every floor that could take us up there without breaking a sweat. The only down side would be the horrible elevator music but from what I’ve heard, that hasn’t killed anyone. Yet. (You never know No, that WON’T happen in this story)

“You ride a bicycle everywhere. This should not be a problem,”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

“Then what is?” I glared at him. Was he crazy or something? Maybe it’s some German tradition. If you have to chose, pick the more painful path. Elevator? Easy. Stairs? Tiring. Tiring equals painful. ...That would be a weird tradition... Klavier started laughing loudly. Did I say that out loud? “Ja, Her Forehead.” God, what do you have against me? Seriously. I don’ think I did anything wrong... Are you doing this because of the time I flushed Terry’s goldfish down the toilet because I thought it was dead but it was actually still alive?! “Who is Terry?” (A boy he befriended in the orphanage) Goddamn it!

I shook my head, indicating that it wasn’t important. When we finally reached the office door, I rushed in, eager to claim my book and i-Pod. Music made everything more enjoyable. (You will NEVER see me leave the house without a good book and my i-Pod, so I add these traits to Apollo)

Klavier stood in the doorway, looking out of the window. He appeared to be thinking about something. Or maybe it was just the fact that cherry blossoms had managed to reach this height and could be plainly seen through the window without having to squint to keep the light out. I raced back to him, concealing a small smirk. We had the whole plan set. Trucy would never know what hit her. Of course, it wouldn’t be anything dangerous or anything. Just a little lesson to teach her that it was wrong to spy on people.

I was pushing past Klavier because he was just standing there, mesmerised by the pink snow, when he grabbed my hand. My face immediately went several shades of red. “Herr Forehead...?” He seemed hesitant, as if contemplating whether or not he should do something. “I...” He stopped and rubbed his arm. My bracelet started to tighten.

“Prosecutor Gavin?” The bracelet started to squeeze my wrist. “Is here something you want to tell me...?”

“I...” His eyes never moved from the floor. Slowly, the bracelet released its death grip.

“Are you feeling alright?” I put my hand on his forehead, pushing his bangs up. He didn’t feel hot... I took my hand off and waved it in front of his face.

“I will never regret this,” His eyes had locked with mine. He cupped my cheek and leaned forward...

Me: Fan girl squeal! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! I just LOVE Polly/Klav kiss scenes

Polly: HUGE eyes goes extremely red

Klavier: chuckle Are you alright, Kirschblüte?

Polly: Y-yes... Wait! What does that mean?

Klavier: grins Cherry blossom.

Polly: O-oh...

Me: to readers Aren’t they adorable?

Polly: H-hey!

Me: snerk Oh, yeah! Anonymous peoples! REVIEW! I know there are a LOT of people that have clicked on this! puffs cheeks There were, like 130-something hits on the first day! REEEEEEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEW!! Anonymous reviews ARE allowed!! : Cliffy Hehe, yay. Capcom owns all...sadly... Otherwise I wouldn’t be here typing this fan fiction now, would I? And I’d be much richer than I am right now...