Author's Note: Warning! Yes, this is soft yaoi. Yaoi is boy and boy love, love between two boys. If that's icky to you, then don't read.
Ah, I think ApolloxKlavier was my first yaoi pairing ever, leading me to write this. I used the Apollo that is stereotyped and metamorphosed into a vulnerable, blushing little uke.
It will have multiple chapters- and yes, if you actually read all of the author's note, you will also see that I put the warning again.
This is yaoi. Boy and boy love. Not het. Not yuri. Yaoi. Leave if it bothers you.
I do not own Ace Attorney, or any of its characters!
His hair was frayed and his mood was decreasing unsteadily. Irritated, ticked off, and he was stuck in the courtroom for goodness' sake! It was all because the weather outside was more than frightful- it was horrifying!
In the distance, he could see lightning, hear thunder, and feel the windows shake from splattering precipitation, making it unclear if it were a snowstorm, tornado, or an over-exaggerated thunderstorm.
"This weather is such a burden." He lay slumped in an uncomfortable position- in a hard, wooden chair, mind you. To any passerby, he'd be the cutest fucking thing in the world- flushed, pouting, and complaining like he was the most underprivileged man on the Earth.
Which was pretty much true.
Of course, Trucy hadn't come with him to the courtroom; she had checked the weather forecast. He was alone, except for all of the strange and quirky people that usually fill up the large gaps in the actual courtroom. Which, naturally, made it quite worse- since they were the strangest and quirkiest of all people. Oh, why does this always happen to Justice?
"Herr Forehead, you look so cute!" Apollo immediately reddened up and threw a magazine from the Lilliputian table at the German rock star.
"No man on the world is supposed to be called, 'cute,' by another man!" Klavier ignored the keen pain on the exterior of his head and continued teasing him.
"But, your hair is covering your face, you're blushing, and you're slumping! I object; you are cute- and extremely so." He didn't stop to pinch the lawyer's cheek. Of course, he blushed and rebuked.
"Shut up! I can blush and complain if I want to! And get your hands off of me!" Pushing the man off of him, or at least trying to, he subsequently decided it was best if he stayed away from such annoyances, even if they were ever so petulant.
In the first place, why would any word coming from the man seem so disgusting- as if he were getting hives under his skin- and there absolutely, positively, was no cure? Hatred of him? Certainly not- since whenever Justice feels that annoying feeling whenever a presence of him, or essence, appears, he simultaneously feels… What he'd describe in his thoughts as a…
"Million butterflies caged inside of my body- causing my legs to become weak, my head to spin, and my heart to throb."
Yes, and sooner or later, the rest of his body responds- striving to keep these feelings inside, and not show them to any outsider. Who would understand something that Justice doesn't even understand himself?
Speaking of which, these feelings also cause him to be extremely clumsy, whether it be knocking over various objects by accident, or tripping over his own leg. And that was what happened right then.
"Herr Forehead!" Justice grimaced, waiting for the pain of the hard marble floors of the courtroom, still they never came, even after a few heartbeats. He counted them, as he also recognized the smell he remembered from years ago. Nostalgia wraps around him like an old blanket on a bitter winter night.
Until he realizes he is quite clearly in Gavin's arms, and his heartbeats are counted faster since they are coming faster, and…
"Are you alright, Forehead?" His voice is hushed out like an exhale, white misty clouds onto Justice's nose. He doesn't respond for a bit- still in shock of something… Something…? But, what?
"Gosh! Where's the heat in this place?" His client had broken the awkward silence, but only he was so ignorant and didn't know the silence was awkward at all. "Hey, Honey, wanna warm up with me?"
That was Larry Butz, accused of yet another crime, currently trying, but failing, to seduce the witness of the trial. Isn't it obvious she's out to admonish you? Don't fall in love with her!
Alas, it was all in vain, for he had already snaked his arms around her waist, followed by a punch to his jaw. Great, now she'll come down even harder on Justice.
"That must mean," Gavin said as he lifted up Justice to stand, "that the temperature out is below thirty degrees. Snowstorms are harsh, and this one was unprecedented by us both, right Justice?"
"Y-Yeah…" He stood blushing for a moment, three heartbeats to be exact, and then stormed off to the defendant's lobby. "Butz! Come with me! I need to talk with you!" He took one glance at the lady, one glance at Justice, sighed, and slugged towards him.
"But, it's even colder over there! Why can't we confer in private with the other people? Where they'll be body heat?" Justice strictly turned around, his twin bangs bouncing slightly.
"The matter is critical to your sentence!" Sighing even a louder exhale, Butz accepted the small amount of responsibility he needed to take once in a while, and pounded his feet on the floor, like a child, as they neared the defense lobby.
Butz complained, and a low mumble wasn't heard by anyone else but the dust mites on his shoulder.
"I thought you wanted to play more cat and mouse game with your boyfriend…"