"Mister Gavin."

He looked up from his book, staring at the man behind the cold metal bars. He was short, with pale skin and a look far too serious for his childish-looking appearance. He held back a sigh. Of course, he was bound to visit sooner or later, he had been expecting this.

The brunette gestured for a guard to come over, and the guard, like an obedient dog, came over and unlocked the gate, allowing the man to enter, before the gate was locked again behind him.

Kristoph disinclined moving from his chair. He simply stared at the shorter man, who was still looking at him unblinkingly.

"Whatever brings you to my chambers, Justice?" Kristoph mused. Apollo sucked in a deep breath, before exhaling lightly through his mouth.

"Why? Why did you do...Well, whatever you've done?" The younger man walked over to his former mentor. His voice sounded no where near demanding. Instead, he sounded tired, wanting answers, perhaps a bit hurt as well.

"I had a feeling you'd come to me to ask this question." Kristoph idly curled a stray piece of his platinum-blond hair, "But I believe you've heard the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' before. It'd be best if you turned around and leave, before you receive an answer you don't desire." Kristoph sat up slightly straighter, leaning slightly forward towards Apollo, "After all, it's already happened once before, hasn't it?"

"I...This is different." Apollo squirmed a little, seeming more nervous. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but his voice was as solid as ever, if not slightly shaky. "Answers are what I desire, Mister Gavin. I know I won't regret this as much as the case."

"No, you won't regret this as much as the case." Kristoph agreed, shaking his head, before replying, "But I'm almost certain you'll regret it even more. I advice you leave before it's too late. You'll regret your decision very badly."

"Mister Gavin!" Apollo hissed, his voice slightly louder now, just short of shouting, "I. Want. Answers." His hands were clenched in fists now, Kristoph could almost see Apollo's face redden slightly in his anger.

Instead, he simply chuckled. Seeing his former assistant this angry was actually not that bad, "My, my, Justice. There's no need to be so-"

"Y-You stupid piece of-Of-Argh!" Apollo's eyes were narrowed considerably, he looked ready to strangle answers out of the older man. "Just answer my question! Why? Why did you do it?!" He strode closer to Kristoph, such that they were only some inches apart, "Tell me why you did it! Why did you forge the evidence to get Phoenix disbarred? Why did you kill Zak Gramarye? Why did you do anything you did?!"

"That stupid question kept haunting me ever since that day!" Apollo didn't bother to control his volume anymore, he was outright yelling. Funnily enough, the guard on duty wasn't bothering to show up and stop Apollo. Then again, it was around lunch time. He could have gone out. "My mind wouldn't rest! I couldn't even eat proper or sleep at night! Tell me! Why did you do it?!"

"Why did I do it?" Kristoph repeated, "You certainly are insistent, aren't you? But before I answer your question...Tell me, did Wright send you here?"

"Wright...Mister Wright." Apollo was still fuming, but he was trying his best to control his emotions, "He prompted me to come here to ask you sometime, but I came here on my own accord."

"Very well." Kristoph shifted a little on his chair, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest, and resting his chin on his hand.

"Apollo, the reason I did all I had done was because of you."

The anger almost immediately dispelled from Apollo, replaced quickly by confusion and shock. Kristoph could almost see the gears turning in Apollo's mind. Apollo stepped back, his face almost looking fearful.

"What...What do you mean it was all because of me?" Apollo dared to ask, swallowing nervously. Kristoph chuckled slightly, "You might want to get comfortable. It's a rather lengthy tale."

Author's note: Finally back to writing, hooray.

This story is going by the headcanons that Apollo had been Kristoph's assistant even since a young age, and that he was bullied and abused a lot.

I'm honestly not sure why I'm writing this. The idea just popped up to me one day.

And well, of course it's OOC and a dumb story. Please R&R.