KRISTOPH GAVIN
Kristoph looked up from his computer screen and at the clock hanging on the office wall.
Eight at night. It's high time I returned home.
He shut down his computer and stood up, about to switch off the lights and lock up the office, when a few sheets of paper on the couch caught his eye. He walked over to it.
It seems like Justice has left his notes behind.
Apollo Justice, his protegé who was rather young at the age of twenty-two. He was rather clumsy and loud, but he was hardworking, quick-witted and meant well. Sighing, Kristoph tucked the documents into his briefcase. He'd just have to hand them to Apollo in his apartment. He slipped into the driver's seat of his midnight-blue Mercedes, placing his briefcase on the passenger's seat before starting up the engine. He drove to his protegé's apartment.
Now standing outside the apartment with his briefcase in hand, Kristoph lightly knocked on the door, to prevent himself from disturbing Apollo. When he received no reply, he gently turned the doorknob, to discover that Apollo had forgotten to lock the door. Quietly, he pushed open the door.
What he noticed first was the music. A slow, calming music seemed to be playing from the living room. Slowly, he pushed open the door slightly wider to catch a glimpse at what was happening.
He was surprised, to say the least.
In the rather-spacious living room, Apollo was dancing. Not the funny, nonsensical dancing that was seen commonly those days. Oh, no. In fact, it was the opposite.
Apollo was doing a slow waltz by himself. His eyes were closed as he took each move with practiced, yet natural perfection. There was not a single flaw in his moves as he performed each step, as graceful as a swan. A perfect waltz was certainly not something Kristoph would expect from his clumsy and loud protegé.
Kristoph knew it was unprofessional to watch his protegé dance in private, yet he couldn't find it in himself to bring his gaze away. Returning the documents would mean interrupting the dance. Interrupting the peace Apollo was embracing.
He was beautiful.
Kristoph almost gasped out loud. Where had that come from? His relation with Apollo was purely professional, he couldn't afford to have such thoughts about him. Besides, he was far too old for him. It was purely outrageous...
Though, I want to break my rules this one time.
Kristoph knocked on the door, this time far louder than before. Apollo visibly jumped, his eyes flying open. He quickly scrambled to the door and opened it.
"Oh, hi, Mister Gavin! What brings you here?" Apollo asked, clearly trying to act as if nothing had happened. His music was still playing in the background.
"I was here to return these to you. You left them in the office." Kristoph took out the papers from his briefcase. Apollo quickly took them.
"How could I have left these there?" Apollo started to look flustered already, "Carelessness...I'm sorry to put you through all the trouble, Mister Gavin!"
"It was no trouble, Justice." Kristoph chuckled, "after all, it gave me the opportunity to watch your little...Ah, performance."
Apollo started to look even more flustered, a blush creeping into his cheeks, "Y-You-What? You saw that?" His grip had tightened on his documents, half-crumpling them in his grip. He quickly buried his face into the papers, mumbling something which sounded suspiciously like "Kill me now".
"Justice?" Kristoph decided to bring up the question. Apollo looked up slightly. Though being practically beside him for quite a while, it was only now that Kristoph actually looked at Apollo's eyes. They were a sweet coffee-brown, bright like a child's. The way the lighting reflected off his eyes...It was stunning.
"Would you do the honour of dancing with me?"
Apollo looked as if the temperature had dropped by a thousand and one degrees. He blinked, like he was not believing what he heard. His arms fell limply to his sides, one of his hands still subconsciously gripping onto the papers. He was now openly staring at his mentor, awe written all over his face.
"Could...Could you repeat that, Sir?" Apollo asked.
"I asked if you would like to dance with me," Kristoph smiled gently, "It takes two to Waltz, after all."
Apollo stared at him un-blinking for a few moments, before his own lips curled into a small smile of his own, "Of course, Mister Gavin."
Before long, mentor and protegé were slowly waltzing in the living room, slow music filling the air, as the two lone figures danced as if they had done so together a thousand times before.
Sitting around was not going to get him any jobs anywhere, but he simply wanted to be left alone for a few days.
He quickly turned to his way of comfort - He walked to the radio and switched on a slow song.
He waltzed like he always did, but it wasn't the same. Instead, it made him feel worse. The dance was empty, hollow, meaningless.
It takes two to Waltz, after all.
Author's notes: How do you Waltz aaahh-/shot
Well! This is my first time trying to write a dance. It came out ten times better in my head, trust me. And I probably used the word "protegé" one too many times in this.
Kristoph was the first, not because I ship this pairing the most or anything, but because I had Kristoph and Apollo dancing in my head and I really wanted to write it down. As I have said, it was much, much better in my head...
Well, please give suggestions for which pairing I should do next! Please R&R too!
