The Fox and the Wolf

Summary: Klavier Gavin and Shi-Long Lang cross paths when a smuggling group from Zheng-Fa enters the shadier sections of LA. With one of the country's treasures at stake, will the two be able to set aside their differences to find it in time? [LangxKlavier]

Setting: Post Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice

It had been a few years ever since Edgeworth had returned from abroad to take his place back at the prosecutor's office. It had also been a few weeks ever since Phoenix Wright had become, once again, an attorney at law, spearheading the Jurist System program that was slowly being implemented in courts all around Los Angeles.

"You called me, Herr Edgeworth?" Klavier Gavin asked as he knocked and opened the office door of the head prosecutor. He was apprehensive, as expected. After all, he was responsible for Phoenix Wright becoming a hobo in the first place, however justified the reason might have been. He had also gotten wind that Edgeworth was a good friend of Wright. More reason to get worried.

"Yes, Gavin, come in," Edgeworth said as he glanced at the younger prosecutor.

Klavier stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. "You wanted to see me regarding the case I'd be handling?" he asked carefully.

"Yes, I wanted you to meet the investigator in charge of your case. He's part of Interpol and has the most knowledge regarding the smuggling of artifacts from Zheng-Fa being a citizen of the country, himself," Edgeworth explained.

Klavier raised an eyebrow at this. An Interpol agent...not really someone he'd get along with. His mind brought him back to his old partner, Daryan Crescend, who was also part of Interpol. He wasn't really fond of the memory especially after Crescend turned out to be someone more twisted that he had ever expected.

"Gavin," came Edgeworth's sharp voice from behind his desk, effectively snapping Klavier out from his little flashback.

"Sorry, Herr Lang," he said in apology and smiled sheepishly.

Edgeworth sighed. "Gavin, I'd like you to meet Agent Shi-Long Lang of Interpol," the older man introduced.

From the couch, Klavier saw someone stand up. Upon first sight, he could pinpoint that the man was older than him, around Edgeworth's age by his estimate. And that would be more or less ten years in difference between the two of them. Inwardly sighing, he managed to pull off a professional smile and offered his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Herr Lang," he greeted.

Lang tipped his sunglasses down and looked at the younger. "This is what you're giving me to work with, Mr. Prosecutor?" Lang asked as he glared at Edgeworth. "He's nothing but a greenhorn!"

'Wait..what?' Klavier thought as he immediately frowned and retracted his hand.

Edgeworth sighed. "He's been in the profession for a few years, Agent Lang. He is also the one responsible for taking Nick out of the running."

"Nick?" Lang and Klavier asked at the same time.

"I-I meant Wright," Edgeworth stuttered before turning his head to the side. "Regardless of the complaints you two should learn to get along at least temporarily until this case comes to an acceptable close," he pointed out.

"Of course, Herr Edgeworth," Klavier answered.

"Just don't pull me down, kid," Lang told Klavier.

The blond looked at him and inwardly sighed. He wasn't going to enjoy this. Not at all.

TBC