Turnabout Feelings

This was going to be based off of a script for a Phoenix Wright case I was going to do, but the plot elegantly revealed itself to me (with the help of my nee-chan, zombiedreams512~). It started as something, but has escelated to something totally different.

(Sorry for any spelling mistakes; I'm using a trial version of word on my laptop, and until my mom orders the new version from work, I'm not moving my dictionary from my old computer xD I'll fix them when I get Word; promise!)

This is also for a Kink Meme on LJ. It's filled with Klavier x Apollo love. I have yet to beat the last case of this game… maybe writing a fic will help me get back into Attorney Mode. I took several parts from the Kink Meme. (don't worry about not spoiling things for me; I know every single spoiler for the last case, and knowing these spoilers confuses the hell outta me xP)

1) "….I want to see him [Kristoph] pissed to shit about Klavier's 'betrayal' (4-4) and do something about it. What I mean is I want him to escape from prison and get revenge on Klavier…."

2) (from the universal kink list) Emotional themes (angst, emotional trauma, broken characters, nightmares)

*snort, giggle* going through the Kink meme is fun. Three words: BLUE BADGER CONDOMS.

And with that, I will leave you to read my fic. Enjoy. I don't own Apollo Justice/Phoenix Wright/Gyakuten Saiban. I own Mayo. I also don't own any of the spells in this story, unless stated otherwise. Spoilers for all the games.

BTW I have no idea what shower procedures are for solitary confinement. Don't shoot me. xD

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"Nnnngh..."

Thunder crashed outside as lightning illuminated the small bedroom in the small apartment. The sole occupant of the room twitched in his sleep, gripping the sheets in pain as sweat dripped down his face. His face was flushed and his mouth was open, gasping for air.

"…nnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh…n-nnoo…"

His short, brown hair was matted, slicked down with his own sweat as he tossed and turned. His chest rose and fell almost painfully as he clawed for something. Tears were forming from his squeezed shut eyes.

The phone rang.

"!"

He sat up, tears pouring from his eyes and his body shaking. Beside him, his cat, Mayo, meowed quietly and rubbed against her master's side. The phone continued to ring, and he reached for it, his eyes blurred by sleep and tears.

"H-H-Hello?"

"Polly, are you okay? You sound terrible." Trucy's voice exclaimed from the phone. Apollo shakily sighed and flopped back onto the bed, his entire body still trembling. He almost dropped the phone as he put an arm on his forehead.

"I-I'm fine, Trucy. What is it?"

"Daddy wanted me to make sure you were okay. You don't sound like it."

"Where are you?"

"At the Agency. It's eight; we thought you'd be there by now."

Apollo looked at his phone, squinting at the time. It was 8:05. He was technically late, and mildly surprised that Mr. Wright was not angry at him.

"I'll be there soon, Trucy." Apollo said before hanging up.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his hands pushed up into his sweaty hair. Mayo settled on his lap with a mewl, looking up into her master's brown eyes.

"I…don't know why I keep having this dream… and why it keeps turning into a nightmare…" he muttered.

Mayo meowed, gently licking his face in an attempt to comfort him. He hugged the cat, who purred.

He kept haunting him…

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Kristoph awoke from his comfortable slumber in his jail cell. He stretched, frowning as the guard opened his cell door.

"Shower time, Mr. Gavin, sir." The guard looked as uncomfortable as always. Kristoph gave him a smile (which looked like a maniacal grin to the poor guard) before being led to the showers.

Kristoph did not like using the open showers the prison had. He could be here forever (not that he intended to) and he would never get used to the sight of other men naked, especially the former chief of police, Damon Gant. He shuddered as he went to his usual spot, a dark corner that had the warmest water.

He heard the clamor of the other inmates as they started their showers. Kristoph tried his hardest to blend in with the shower walls. If there was one thing in the prison he was afraid of, it was Gant. He swiftly scrubbed his body and washed his hair before wrapping the towel around himself. He swiftly ran back to his cell (almost ditching his guard in the process) to get dressed.

Once the former attorney was dressed, he allowed his mind to wander. It wandered to what he had experienced the past few months. It wandered…

To the one who betrayed him, and the one who put him in this hellhole.

His fists clenched in anger, but he calmed himself slightly. If he were too upset, his plan would fail.

Wedged behind two of his law books on his bookshelf was a small black book. He made sure that the guard was gone; he was. He pulled the two books out before pulling out his little black book.

His Book of Shadows.

Ever since he was a young child, he had been interested in the art of Magick. It started with simple ingredients, like a candle and some ribbon. As he grew older, and had more resources, he dove deeper into his "hobby". His aura, a decayed black, fueled the spells that he had written himself. Humming a lively tune, he flipped through his Book of Shadows. He had a specific spell in mind, one that he rarely used. Coupled with the spell already cast on his target, it would finish him.

He pulled down a fake book container that held some of his supplies. Out of it he pulled out a voodoo doll and some pins, as well as a container of salt. Out of another fake book he pulled out three things: a hairbrush, a baggie of nails, and a picture. He chuckled to himself, the rational part (or what was left of it) telling him that what he was doing was ridiculous.

Out of another fake book, he shuffled around until he found two Petri dishes and two feathers from an eagle. he then went into a small, hidden storage area underneath his bed and pulled out a box that contained many different oils. After looking around, he found the oil he was looking for. He put all of his ingredients in another basket under the bed before calling out for the guard.

"I would like a pot of water and a glass, please."

The guard raised an eyebrow in confusion, but left and returned with the objects Kristoph had asked for. He nodded his thanks, and the guard left.

Kristoph arranged everything he would need for his spell, grinning half in eagerness, half in insanity. He would teach them for messing with Kristoph Gavin, for destroying his life. He moved his chair and carried the small table into the middle of his cell, pulling out a black tablecloth and draping it over the table. He then took a piece of grey chalk and marked out a circle.

He assembled his tools, sprinkling salt water around the circle. He didn't want the spell to backfire. After he was finished readying everything, he stood in the middle of his circle and closed his eyes.

It was time.

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I have some knowledge of Magick slepp—I MEAN spells. GOD DAMN IT I did that like, twenty times typing this chapter. The spell used is an actual spell, but I left some details fuzzy so idiots don't try to perform it. I don't know why; Kristoph just seems like the type of guy to use witchcraft (maybe that's how he got that scar on his hand… hmmmm…) And don't ask me how he got al of those things in there. My theory is he asked for things separately. Or he has connections.

Sorry if I mix up Klavier and Kristoph. I do that sometimes. xD

Klavier: Achtung! *glare*