For the KyouyaEma Challenge on Objection! A Phoenix Wright Fanfic Archive.

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I also don't own Air TV's setting.

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"Sorry sir, this is the last stop for the day. If you want to get back, you're going to have to take the return buses home that begin at six in the morning. I'm really sorry about what happened...I didn't realize you were still sleeping in the back of the bus! Rules are rules, and you only paid for a one-way ticket."

Klavier sighed. How could've he been left in the middle of nowhere on a tour date? He wondered what was worse, the murder case during the concert, or being abandoned in some country town. Well, maybe the murder case was worse, but at least he was able to perform to his adoring fans during that time! Now the concert planned in the city about sixty miles away had to be cancelled because he slept late last night, and his bandmates didn't seem to notice that he wasn't with them when they had arrived at their destination.

"…it's nothing. Don't worry, Herr Bus Driver, I have connections in many places," he replied calmly, getting out of the bus, "I should be able to get to…the gathering I was supposed to go to tonight."

"Ah! That's great sir. Do you have your luggage intact, mister?"

"Yup. My spare clothes and my trusty guitar. You know, this guitar's worth…"

"—Oh! So you're one of those musicians! I've transported many of those during my life as a bus driver, mind you! To take public transportation…you must be a struggling band, poor guys. Here, the trip's free for you sir. For all this trouble that it's caused you…" he sighed, bowing deeply. The prosecutor was surprised that he didn't know who he was, but then again, the driver was an aging man and probably did not care much for young people's music.

"No, no. Prices for gas are skyrocketing these days, ja? Besides, I'm the one who caused you trouble," he replied politely as always, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Oh! Then, give me your autograph! I always ask that to every musician that boards my bus. You don't mind, do you?" he asked excitedly, giving a piece of used napkin for Klavier. Although he was perturbed by the mysterious green substance wiped onto it, he signed it, quickly, but accurately, and left the bus driver with a quick goodbye.

The bus driver drove away by himself, excitedly talking about the autograph to himself. "As always, some kid I don't know…maybe this unlucky guy will be my lucky break! Maybe I can finally connect with my two granddaughters, and I won't just be an old-fashioned geezer like they always tell I am before ignoring me every time I visit! Hmph…Actually, now that I think about it, this guy looks familiar...where have I seen him before?"

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"Where are you, Klavier?!" asked one of the Gavinners, the keyboardist to be exact, "We were looking for you when we arrived, and all of the sudden the bus was gone!"

"I don't know. I just got dropped off in the middle of nowhere. I've been calling around for some kind of transportation back to the concert, but they're either busy or they don't know this place. Can you call someone to take me there?"

"I've been trying too, I swear! But since I don't know where you are, I can't really figure out…"

"Right," he muttered, rolling his eyes. The knowledge added to his growing list of frustrations. "Of course. If worst comes to worst, we'll just have to cancel. I don't like this kind of thing in a middle of a tour, but it can't be helped, given the circumstances. You agree?"

"Yes…"

"See you soon, hopefully," he replied, shutting his cell off on the bus stop bench. His body lay in the shade, a line of ocean seen from his point of view. At least it wasn't too hot, he thought. Clouds sprinkled across the sky and a plane's contrail trailed below them.

"Quite a peaceful place," he admitted to himself. Not many times in Klavier's life could he ever comment like that on a city he's been in touring or a court he worked. In fact, the only place that could rival this town's peacefulness would be Borginia…. but such trivial matters couldn't save that concert tonight, and probably even destroyed his hopes of trying to save it. Grudgingly, he dragged his luggage and held his guitar down the road and hoped that some kind soul would help a poor rock star in need.

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There were no kind souls in this town.

It seemed if time had stopped here. No young girl he'd spoken to had even heard of the Gavinners, nor any children, nor anyone else. No one seemed willing to help him, although the young girls were quite charmed to see such a handsome city boy talk to them. They all looked busy with something important…if only he knew what it was. At least he was able to drink some juices to help his hungry stomach from some vending machines, although one thick fruit juice didn't taste right. In the end, he found himself sitting in the shade of the tall seawall that marked the entrance to the beach.

Pretty beach…maybe I should figure where I am after all. It'd be a good place for the band to vacation. Heck, I'll probably recommend it to Fraulein Detective too. Saying that she can afford the trip here…she spends so much on scientific materials and Snackoos that crowd her desk at work, he thought. He was slowly falling asleep again; the mix of beating sun and traces of breeze put him to his delayed slumber. As he began to keep his eyes shut more, the pitter patter of steps reached his ears, opening an eye to the hopefully kind soul that could help him get to the concert. Klavier opened the other eye and turned around to see who was there. He looked up the stairs that led to the beach, expecting the person to use them, but saw nothing. He realized he only need glance upward – the black heels of the perpetrator were balanced upon the wall, catching a breeze with its hair and coat soaring in his direction. If it weren't for the steps, he might've thought the person had flown up onto the wall!

"I see this person near the beach…I'm not sure if I want to say, "Hello, what's your name?" to him, like my mother told me to say to new people I meet. He seems older than me, but I think he's a good person. He looks sleepy, and I wonder if he's new to this place. I feel bad, wondering if I should get him something to eat, or suggest a place for him to sleep. The seawall isn't the most comfortable place to sleep…and birds like to do their business here, after all!"

Klavier jumped out of his shady spot, checking for any white-and-brown spots on his expensive clothes, or his head, or his shoes. It was amazing how this person, who wasn't looking at him, described his situation, but it was a bit strange how it said its thoughts out loud. Now that he thought about it, the person seemed womanly from his new point of view, and a bit too familiar. Thankfully, the woman didn't appear to notice his presence yet.

"All of a sudden, I get this idea. I remember my goal, the one I've been working on for so long. I close my eyes, I remember my mother's words again, open my eyes and I go to him," added the woman, who paused, turning around to face his direction, but did not look down. "I poke him to wake him up, but he didn't move! He must be really tired. I poke him again, and he snores. I couldn't help laughing, even thought it wasn't very nice of me. I decide that I'd wait until he'd was awake, so I run up the stairs onto the wall and stand there, looking at the deep blue sky for a while like I always have, checking every so often if he's awake. Eventually, I see him scratching his head, confused to see me. I smile, and wave back, and I say, as my mother told me to do, say 'Hello, what's your name?'"

"I'm Klavier Gavin, prosecutor by day and rock star by night. I'm currently stranded from my very successful band, the Gavinners, who are in a city an hour away, and I was wondering if you, kind actress, could help me get me back together with them to make it in time for my concert. Now, who might you be?" he asked, with dazed and baffled eyes. He already knew the answer, but at the same time he couldn't believe it. Of all people to be in a place like this…

"Don't get smart with me, you glimmerous fop," she yelled, her face a bit red, "How did you…how could you…why would you even be here?! This was supposed to be my vacation time away from the stress of work, and then you show up! You didn't actually ditch your band on purpose for the sake of annoying me, did you?"

His expression soured and glared at her. "Of course not! I wouldn't give up my concerts just for you. Or is that something you wish would happen?"

"Why would I want that?"

"It's just a possibility…"

"The chance of me wanting you near me is zero percent!" she yelled back, shaking her head, "You can be so…nevermind," she started, but didn't want to shout anymore. "…well, to answer your question, I could order a taxi here for you. It's morning only, so you should be able to make it in time."

He tilted his head. "You'd do that for me?"

"To get rid of you, obviously. Besides, I'm too busy right now preparing for the summer play for the annual carnival of this town…sometimes I wonder why I even bothered with it," she sighed.

"Oh, so…was that what you were doing? Reciting…lines from a play…?" he questioned, incredulous.

"Yup. I can't believe you were there to hear me…by the way, how long have you been listening to me, anyway?" she asked, looking away from him.

"Heh. Well, all I have to say is bravo, Fraulein Detective," he replied, giving a few claps of applause, "I didn't know you could act too."

She stumbled on the wall, staring at him with a mix of disgust and confusion. "W-What?!"

Klavier snickered, but calmed down and looked her straight in the eye. "Now, if you would be so kind as to call someone for me so we could get on with our lives?"

"…oh, well, about that…we should go to my sister's house then! Yeah, that would be best!"

"I have a phone that you could use," he replied, handing her his phone. He pondered if she left her phone often…

"Oh, perfect! But let me get some gloves. I don't want proof that I touched anything of yours," she replied. He half-lidded his eyes, wondering how much his detective really hated him.

"Huh? ….it's…it's Mr. Gavin!!" screamed a young, high pitched voice from behind the two of them, "And…Auntie Ema! Auntie Ema…how could you?!"

"No no no no no no! It's not what you think!" she exclaimed as she ran to the little girl who had called them, "We're not…"

"Stop lying to me! You're--You're--You're Mr. Gavin's girlfriend, aren't you? WHY?! Why didn't you tell me?!" she exclaimed, "Mr. Gavin is supposed to be my husband when I grow up!"

Klavier's expression went from startled to confused to quite smug in a matter of seconds. "I see I do have one fangirl in this town. Now, who are you, Fraulein?"

"N-Natalie…I'm…I'm you're biggest fan…Mr. Gavin," she replied, "I have all your albums and your products! I've gone to one of your concerts, and it was really fun! After a while, I decided that I really really loved you! Even though I'm seven years old, I'm very mature for my age! My mommy says so all the time! Right, Auntie?"

"Lana sure does like saying that about you. But as I've told you before, saying you love a guy like this will only lead you to frustration and sadness. And I've already told you what those two words mean, right?"

"You're only saying that because you want Mr. Gavin to yourself! I'm right, aren't I, Mr. Gavin! You two are secretly…secretly…in…l-l-l-love and you're just being nice to me just because I'm young? Right?"

"Don't worry, I'm quite s…" he began. However, a bright idea sprung into fruition as he grinned at the two girls. As Ema had said, it was only morning, and as long as he made it to the rehearsal, it wouldn't hurt for him to have a little fun with the detective before he went back. It'd make up for all the events that led him to this place, beautiful as it was, and it would be just another story that he'd be able to take back with him to work, after all!

"…I'm quite sure that, while we are in a relationship, you could find some way to get to my heart," he ended, smirking at Ema, "But it'll be quite hard. Your aunt is totally and utterly in love with me."

"I knew it!" Natalie replied, smiling, but a little sad, "Just you watch, Auntie Ema! I'll steal his heart when you're not looking!"

"….why…you…." she mumbled. Her hands twitched with rage and she was quite close to strangling him, "See if I ever help you again!"

"Aww, see! She's still pretending to be mad for the sake of covering up our love!" he replied, "I don't blame her. She'd be the envy of the world if everyone knew that we were going out!"

"We…are not…going…out…"

"Poor Auntie! It's okay, you don't have to hide anymore. Besides, mama will be really happy you have a boyfriend! We've gotta to get to my house and show you around to my family, Mr. Gavin! After all, either auntie or I will be married to you eventually!" she exclaimed, grabbing the two of them, "Let's go!"

The two followed the young girl, Ema glaring at Klavier. "You're sure you didn't follow me here?" she whispered.

"Oh no. Like I said, I wouldn't waste my time doing such things. But, when your niece came and said all those things…the opportunity presented itself. Don't worry, I'll tell them the truth in the end!"

"You really don't know what you're doing, you know," she sighed, "My sister has been wanting for me to get married these days. And she didn't get married until she was thirty! She may be the best sister in the world, but…"

"So you mean, if I tell the truth, she'll be very disappointed," he replied, bringing his face close to hers, "Well, then there's only thing to do, then."

"And what would that be, Mr. Guitar Hero?"

"Ema Skye, will you go out with me?" he whispered, holding her free hand, "For real…for the time being? We'll just break it off when we get back to work. I'll throw in a month's supply of snackoos free if you do," he replied, whispering as quietly as possible, "Just go with it for a little while and then I'll leave, all right?"

"…argh," she sighed. Her supply was running low and her salary was even worse. "…okay. Fine. Just…don't kiss me or something weird like that, will you?"

"Sadly, I cannot guarantee such a thing. We are in a 'relationship', after all," he replied, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, winking at Natalie who was looking quite jealous, "And, if I remember correctly, such intimacies are needed for relationships."

"…you owe me a year's supply of Snackoos for that," she muttered, trying to wipe her cheek without attracting Natalie's attention, "And a raise, if you don't mind."

"Heh…we'll see," he replied, glancing at his guitar, "If you get me to the concert in time, I'll consider it."

"You're the one who prolonged your stay here; remember that," she replied. The two of them said nothing after during the way to Natalie's house, but Klavier wondered what kind of person was Ema's sister, compared to the science lover herself. Or Natalie's father, someone who he hadn't heard about yet. And, of course, he wondered if the band would be okay without him for a while. He usually put his band first, being the leader and all. Now that he thought about it, this whole plan with Ema being his girlfriend for fun wasn't like him at all.

What had happened to him in the course of a morning, anyway?

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Wowzers. I haven't written in a fanfiction since I was twelve. Glad to know I still can write in the first place! :D

I like to thank moyabomb for inspiring for me to write again. LONG LIVE GANFRED!

Please read and review...Is that what you people say these days? Pshaw.