Authors note: I don't own the Ace Attorney series nor anything else written in here.
"Muuuuuuuum! Kris's being mean again!"
"I am not! I'm only pointing out the truth."
They never really did get along too well when they were younger. It was no surprise, with eight years between them. Whilst one saw the younger as immature and childish, he saw the older as boring and uptight. Often getting into arguments over petty things, they always found some reason to argue and annoy the other. When the older got a job as a defence attorney, the younger decided to be a prosecutor. And so they took their childish squabbles to the Courts, or so they thought. The young prosecutor's first trial was going to be against his brother, but it never happened that way. Somehow, his client decided to change attorneys, and so he decided to exact revenge on his replacement, by telling his brother information about false evidence that was going to be presented in the trial. False evidence that was supplied by him, but the prosecutor didn't need to know that. Their relationship generally got better as they became older, and they began to resemble each other in both appearance and mannerisms. They were both renowned as geniuses in their field of law, and yet they never met in court. For two so educated on the penalty for crime, it seemed impossible for them to commit one. And yet one of them did.
Kristoph Gavin, the older, more responsible sibling. The murderer. It shocked the country, the media beginning stories and gossip. Then they started focusing on Klavier. The apples don't fall far from each other, they said. If one of them did it, the other one will as well. They were in league. The whole family is corrupt. Time after time, page after page. Even Kristoph, sat in his solitary confinement cell, felt some remorse for his brother receiving all of the media's attention.
He rarely had any visitors, down there. Even though he could, no-one came. Not even his own relatives. Not even Klavier. Not even his own, dear, brother.
Not that he could blame him. Oh, Kristoph knew that he probably hated him. Hated him for ruining his life, his name, and probably most of all, hated him for what he had done. No-one could forgive a murder committed in cold blood. Now that he had thought about it, Kristoph didn't even really understand why he had done it himself. It had seemed at the time like the perfect idea of revenge, killing the client and incriminating his replacement at the same time. But he didn't need to do it. The replacement had his badge taken away seven years previous, and the client was on the run from the law. Kristoph was successful, rich, had his own law firm. He was known as the best attorney in the area. So why? Why did he have to ruin it all, throw all of that away?
That was the question that kept repeating in his head, searching his entire knowledge for an answer. And for all of the intelligence he had...
...he didn't know.