Lonelywerewolf:Hello, everyone! This small one-shot fic had been in the back of my mind for a while...it is short I know, but its not really meant to go that deep if you know what I mean...it will contain spoilers for AJ fourth and possible first cases of the game.
Please read and review, or criticize, whichever comes first.
A Simple Drink
It was a rare sight to see Klavier Gavin drinking; a bottle of wine on one hand and a small cup on the other, filling it up after each gulp. The prosecutor was seated lazily on his small chair, grimacing with each gulp he took from the small cup. He filled it up again…and again. Klavier was not the kind of person to just sit around with nothing better to do, he was the kind of person that would grab his keys and go to clubs, sing, or even dance the night away, but not today. Today the truth finally came out, and Klavier Gavin felt like trash.
He recalled that trial, seven years ago…that trial that destroyed a man's career and took away the father of a girl. Klavier could remember that day like if it were yesterday; there he was, his hair shoulder length, his first disk already out and selling like hot bread, his first trial, too, was to be his finest…he had this case in the bag. Then, the legendary Phoenix Wright came along, and so did his first win. A win that would haunt him for as long as he could remember…how he believed in that false truth.
How did he know? How could he have known?
Klavier took another drink, grimaced, and repeated that cycle once again. His brother, had known all along that Phoenix Wright was going to lose…that he would use false evidence to win the trial, Klavier had caught him in the act and not only put an end to the trial, but also to his career. The young prosecutor never dared to wonder how his brother had known…and now, he wised he could have asked him; "How do you know all this?" to that man. Klavier just wished he had some sort of time machine to reverse this future that tormented him so. And yet, he wasn't the only one affected. He remembered how Phoenix Wright was treated those years ago, like some sort of unwanted dog that was thrown many rocks at. Wright never complained, no matter the mocking, no matter those many rocks thrown, he wasn't suffering. Kristoph Gavin had ruined his life from that day forth, and yet he wasn't suffering.
At end, however, Klavier was also partly to blame…for ending the career of one man and killing the other at the expense of his brother's word.
He drank another drink, hoping for a headache in the morning.