NOTE: I wrote the first few chapters of this months and months ago and have since read this, edited and added. Unfortunately, I'm not not 100% sure where i'm going with this story. Probably romance, but possibly just friendship? Either way, hope anyone who reads this enjoys it. If i get reviews i'm likely to continue as this story has got some potential i think.

Now, onto the story:

Chapter one - A courtesy call

Klavier put his guitar down and stretched, putting his arms into the air and grimacing a little. It was a warm and sunny day and the type of day which, ordinarily, Klavier Gavin would've enjoyed a huge amount, but today? Nah, he wasn't feeling it. It'd been a good three weeks since his brothers other misdeeds had been discovered and on one hand he felt Kristoph deserved everything he'd gotten. Of course, to Klavier (who was only human, after all) everything had had happened had been a bit of a shock to him. The few weeks had been a bit of daze and almost didn't feel real.

He remembered feeling like this when Kristoph's first murder had been discovered. Obviously, it was more of a shock then, though. I mean, to Klavier, Kristoph had been something of a mentor, big brother and a father figure, all rolled into one and it was altogether foreign seeing him as a cruel murderer. Murdering someone for not choosing him as their attorney, killing a (for the most part) innocent man and poisoning a young girl? That wasn't the Kristoph he'd known.

He sat for a while musing over the people that Kristoph had hurt. That poor Misham girl no longer had a father and it was the same for Trucy Wright.

There was stupid part of him that felt guilty. Klavier knew he shouldn't, he certainly hadn't done any of those things and yet, none the less he was certainly embarrassed about the things his brother had done. Perhaps it was Klavier's responsibility to apologize? Kristoph certainly couldn't and frankly, Klavier doubted he was sorry anyway.

He stood up, deciding to take action and do something about the guilt he felt of his brother's behalf. He knew Trucy was fine. She had Phoenix Wright to look after her. Vera Misham had no one. He made his choice to go round and see her tomorrow, just to check she was okay and say sorry.

He knew exactly where her flat was as he'd spent so much time in it during the case of her father's murder. It was rather small and pokey and the building itself was ugly made of grey concrete. He knocked, somewhat gingerly. He had to admit he was nervous. He had no idea what kind of state she might be in. She could be angry or worse crying? It had after all, only been a few weeks since her father had been murdered and it was his brother's fault.

It wasn't long before she answered. The door opened slowly and there Vera Misham's face was, peering around the door, nervously. She was obviously surprised to see him standing there on her doorstep, because she looked rather taken aback and didn't say anything.

"Ah, hi, Vera, um, may I come in?" Not his usual confident and cocky tone he had to admit. She nodded and he followed her in through the doorway.

They both sat down on the sofa and Klavier opened his moth to speak but Vera already said something quietly.

"Um, can I ask what this is about?"

"Y-yeah of course." He suddenly twigged why she looked so terrified. "Oh god, no don't worry, you're not in any trouble. This is actually a courtesy call-"

She nodded, shyly. "Oh, right. Thanks." She replied as if not really sure what to say about this. She probably didn't. He knew she was shy and awkward around people she barely knew.

God this is awkward he thought, practically cringe inducing. Could she make it any clearer that she doesn't want me here? Hell, can I blame her? "Oh, hey, Vera. Just your father's murderer's brother popped round for a little chat. You doin' okay since my big bro poisoned your Dad? Yeah? Okay, see ya' round, then."

"Look Vera. This isn't easy for me to say. I'm not really big on apologies, haha, probably because I'm never wrong." God, Klavier, don't crack bloody jokes. She's not exactly gonna' appreciate them, is she? Heck, that one wasn't even funny. "Um, well, I guess I just wanted to say sorry on behalf of Kristoph. You're not the only person he hurt but I think you're the one he probably hurt the most. So I felt I owe you an apology."

Weirdly, the first expression on her face was one of embarrassment.

"Oh! Thank you, but you really don't have to Mr. Gavin. It's not your fault."

He knew she'd say that. From where he was sitting it seemed that Vera Misham didn't think she deserved much, let alone an apology.

"See, that's the thing, It may not be my fault but I just wanted to let you know, not all of the Gavin family are like that. It's just Kristoph. He's always been a little weird but I never saw any of this coming. There are good people in this world."

Her reply was simple.

"I know."

He was pretty surprised by this. He knew she'd been locked away all of her life, until her father's death. And since then she'd been pressed to the point of breaking, poisoned and taken to hospital. Vera certainly hadn't seen the best that life had to offer.

". . . You do?" he asked tentatively.

She smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I was so scared of the things outside my front door that I didn't realize there were things just as scary behind the door with me. Like staying inside and not living life."

"Well said-" he admitted. Well said indeed.

"And there are nice people like Apollo and Trucy. They've been so kind to me. They even offered to . . . ".

"What's wrong, Vera?" he asked as she trailed off, looking rather troubled.

"It-it's not easy trying to, well, get out there and live life. It's so . . . daunting on your own."

He didn't know what was more surprising. The fact she had actually opened up and told him or how it had seemed like something she'd found easy to do.

"I think I see what you mean." He said, attempting to create some kind of solution for the problem, after all, he felt it was the least he could do.

"Please, don't get me wrong. Apollo and Trucy have visited and everything. But . . . I feel like an inconvenience. And now they've got a new case they're going to be able to visit less."

There was something in her eyes at that moment that made Klavier Gavin incredibly sad. Something like a sense of longing or perhaps fear? - A desperate fear, not to be left alone like she had been for so long.

"I could help you." He said. He really could. She'd certainly be learning from the best. Klavier was definitely a sociable person and without his band he had plenty of spare time. He didn't even have any trials since he'd taken a vacation from prosecuting while Kristoph's betrayal was sinking in- again.

Vera blushed a little.

"Oh no, I really couldn't ask you to do that-"

"Why not? I have lots of spare time and it's the least I can do to make up for what Kristoph did."

She bit her lip a little as if unsure of what to say. He could tell she wanted to but she was so conscientious that she was concerned that Klavier was merely being nice and would actually be very put off should she agreed to this arrangement.

"Vera, please let me make this up to you." He knew it was stupid but he felt like if he could just help Vera, find who she was maybe he'd be able to discover himself a little more. He'd always been so influenced by his brother and it had worried him to discover who that influence in his life had really been. It had made him doubt himself and Klavier needed to rediscover, or maybe even reinvent himself, if that person turned out to be someone he didn't like.

"I-I guess . . . if you have enough time-"

"I do-"

"I'd hate to inconvenience you-"

"You really won't be. Trust me; I really do want to help you."

"Hmm . . . okay. Err, how are you going to though?"

". . . Ah . . . "

Klavier hadn't really thought of this yet. How were you to help someone discover the outside world? He thought for a moment with a perplexed look upon his face.

"Well, I guess I'm going to a-company you outside . . ."

She nodded and waited for him to continue.

"And then . . . uh, then-"

Then an idea hit him; a simple one albeit but, an idea none the less.

"We're going for a walk in the park."