Well, here it is. My first chaptered fic, and it isn't even my own plot. So, as a disclaimer: 'Plot belongs to Shakespeare, characters to Capcom.'

I apologise now for both the horrible summery and the horrible adaptation; the charaters just seemed to fit. I usually don't ship Apollo/Vera but it suited what I needed perfectly. I'll also apologise for the time it will take me to update, and I think that's about it. Enjoy.

"So remind me again why we're here." The red clad attorney addressed his young companion.

Trucy grinned back at him, bouncing happily. "We're celebrating!"

"Celebrating what?" Apollo responded sceptically.

Confusion briefly clouded the young magician's features. "I'm not sure. I'll have to ask Daddy."

"Will he know?"

Trucy tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I doubt it."

Apollo leant back in his chair, sighing. He wasn't quite sure who had arranged this little 'get together' in a dubious sort of bar, or who had decided it would be a good idea to invite Trucy. Thankfully, Phoenix's fatherly concern seemed to stretch far enough to prevent certain members of the countries law enforcement buying a fifteen year old girl alcohol. Said members of law enforcement, now arguing over the jukebox, contented themselves by plying her with enough fizzy drink to ensure that nobody at the Wright Anything Agency was going to sleep for a week. It didn't seem to be bothering them however, Phoenix and his pink clad 'friend' from Europe had got involved in the discussion, and there were "Objections" and snackoos flying everywhere.

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"And so, in conclusion, it is neither vain nor conceited to want to listen to your own music, and as such….."

Ema turned to glare at the blond prosecutor, who apparently had failed to realise that particular conversation had ended a long time ago, and they were now listening to a slightly bizarre track of Ema's own choosing.

"Hey, fop, are you still talking? Nobody's listening."

"Fraulien Detective, you're still here?"

"Only while there's such excellent conversation to be had." She responded sarcastically.

"I'll have you know that there are many women of much pleasanter dispositions who find my conversation riveting." He scowled.

"Oh lord, you know he's drunk when he starts using big words." She addressed this to the two men behind her, neither of whom where distracted form their conversation.

"I'm sorry, am I becoming hard for you to understand." Klavier grinned evilly. "If it helps I could talk really slowly, so you can keep up."

If he didn't expect the drink Ema poured on his head, he definitely anticipated her overly dramatic, angry exit. Soaking wet, and looking forlorn, he skulked over to join Apollo and his excitable assistant, sinking wearily into the worn faux leather seat. He had decided to ignore Ema's earlier comment that the fetching shade of moss green clashed with the particular orange of his skin. She wouldn't think she was so funny when he had her put on corpse watching duty every day for a month. There would be no more cadavers walking around on his watch.

"Umm, Mr Gavin, why are you glaring at Detective Skye?" Trucy and Apollo were staring at him in a worried manner, and he hastened to flash them his trademark grin, sweeping his hand through his hair dramatically.

"I'm not. So, Herr Forehead, how goes the defending?" The other two shared a knowing smile, inwardly laughing at the abrupt change of subject. "Not subtle enough, huh, okay, tell me about your love life."

He knew it would be hard to fool the pair, who whenever he came up against them in court seemed to display such acute senses of perception. What he hadn't expected was that they would be quite so easy to read. Apollo instantly flushed such a deep shade of crimson he would put a tomato to shame, while Trucy dissolved into a silent fit of hysteria, smothering her laughter in her cape.

Klavier knew he had hit the jackpot. "Herr Forehead! You DO have a love life." He clapped his hands together excitedly, causing him to somewhat resemble a small child, and soak his companions.

Trucy could no longer stifle her giggles, and she dissolved cackling onto the grimy table. "Polly's in luuuurve!" She spluttered out, before her speech receded into hiccups, and she was left gaping frantically for breath.

Klavier faked affront. "But Herr Forehead, we're sworn bachelors together."

Apollo appeared too embarrassed still to manage anything beyond a sub-audible mumble, so Klavier was forced to wait in suspense while Trucy reclaimed her absent oxygen. At last, breathless, she managed to communicate her secret with some degree of coherency.

"Polly….is in love…with…..Vera Misham!"

To say Klavier was stunned would be, well, wrong. He paused thoughtfully, trying to recall exactly why the name seemed familiar to him.

Trucy picked up on his confusion. "Y'know, Vera, Polly's client. Your brother poisoned her…."

An unidentifiable emotion clouded Klavier's face, and Apollo elbowed Trucy hard in the side. "Ah. Yes. Vera. Misham's short daughter."

The break in Klavier's humour was quickly forgotten as he proceeded to taunt Apollo mercilessly over the object of his affections. He quickly passed over the fact she didn't speak, and moved to minutely examining every element of her girlfriend potential. The teddy bear garb was an item against her, but he was eventually forced to concede that the stripy socks were a quirky character trait. Eventually, the trio were worn nearly to silence.

"Still, there are prettier girls." Klavier couldn't resist one final dig.

Apollo rose to the provocation magnificently. "Where?" He declared angrily.

Klavier smirked. "Well, everywhere, of course. Take the fraulein detective for example. There could be a very attractive women buried beneath all that hostility. At least she has character."

Again, he chose to ignore the suspicious look Trucy gave him, as Apollo rallied to his beloveds defence, as it was an attorney's job to do. Klavier felt he could safely ignore the tirade that followed, so he allowed his attention to wander around the room. The bar was unsurprisingly deserted; the only other occupants were Detective Skye, and the two older men, one being Wright and the other apparently was a prosecutor. Worryingly, Wright appeared to be sitting on his knee, though Klavier thought it would be better for his sanity if he put it down to a trick of the beer.

He tuned back into the conversation Apollo was carrying, which appeared to have subsided into self pitying ramblings. "…..and once the trial was over, and I wasn't so worried about defending her, I realised that she was special, and that actually, I couldn't bear that she was poisoned, and that I wasn't fine."

This was a big admission from the little defence attorney, and so he decided to give it due consideration. He pondered for some time, not noticing when the other group joined the party. He was brought back to reality when Ema shoved him to the side, and squeezed onto the bench next to him.

Wright was smirking, and his friend, whose name escaped Klavier, cracked a wry smile, as Trucy outlined her master plan. It seemed to be presented in minute detail, but in actuality, what it boiled down to was quite simple. Wright would invite Vera to the Wright Anything Agency, where Apollo would ask her out. The simplicity seemed to escape the Wrights however; Phoenix was nodding enthusiastically (or about as enthusiastically as he could muster) while his daughter directed her co-conspirators with military efficiency. Apollo seemed resigned to the schemes of his unorthodox family. The pink prosecutor appeared mildly amused, but unsurprised, confirming the theory that he knew Wright of old and Ema had been swaying unsteadily from side to side for a while now, suggesting that she was simply drunk.