Warnings: Angst...pretty much it.

Summary: Just an angsty drabble I did. It's written in first person from Klavier's point of view. And italics are Apollo talking... just so you know. It becomes apparent.

Author Notes: I haven't written a fic in this kind of style before, so I really hope it works out the way I intended. It's supposed to be angsty, it is angsty. If you don't like angst, hit the back button now, before you go anywhere. Um... oh! Also, for now this is completed. I really don't see it going anywhere else. But if I think of something, I'll add another chapter. But for now, it's complete.

Disclaimer: Because I have to have one... I do not own Apollo and Klavier. I didn't create AA:AJ either. I just like to take them from their cases and screw with their heads from time to time.

"I hate you..."

What is it now? What've I done wrong?

What would you have had me do? Clue me in here?

I'm the brother of a murder, after all. Would it kill you to expect me to be a little less perfect?

I love you, A- No, see that's the problem, because... you don't love me.

"My Klavier..."

Wait, now I'm your Klavier? Since when did I, whom you say you hate so much with that icy tone, become yours?

When did this happen? This isn't fair to me! You can't change the rules whenever you want!

You with your shy smiles, your subtle hints, and your- your confessions!

This is serious... to me, at least.

It's one cruel joke after another with you, ja?

"Love me..."

I do... I do.

And you are as dense as ever, if you can't see how much. However, that's your strategy, isn't it?

You know what you're doing, as well as I do. Play your games, until the truth is buried deep in my heart. Into my soul.

It hurts. And you know exactly how much. It is your fault, after all.

This is your game. With your rules.

"I need you..."

Nein, you only want me to think you do.

It's your excuse to keep me here. The sad thing is, I actually stay.

I would never dream of leaving you. It's just not something I'm capable of anymore.

You have taken that option from me.

"I can't live without you..."

More lies. All lies.

You were more than fine before you met me, and you're sure to let me know, you'll be fine without me again, too.

I can't force myself to leave. Not with that look on your face.

That look I've grown to hate so much.

You've made it to where you won't have to live without me. Ever.

"I'm not yours..."

Mein Gott, don't I know that already. You belong to no one.

Not even to me...especially not to me.

I'll never have you as I want. Your heart. Your love. Never.

You will never be this weak. You're always sure to let me know that, too.

"I love you, Klavier..."

Lies, lies lies! All of them. Every word.

You can't fool me like that. I know you far too well.

Or maybe it's because I don't know you at all.

Yet, I recite my "I love you" back, as if it's an automatic response.

And it is, but I also mean it. Because I'm stupid.

You'll never make the same mistake as me. But still... this is what it has come to.

And why, you ask? Why do I stay, you ask?

"Because, I love you, Apollo. Even if you'll never love me back."

Translation notes: Just for those of you that don't know...

Ja: Yes

Nein: No

Mein Gott: My God