I've finished all the Ace Attorney games recently and wanted to try writing. I've been just devouring Klema fic after Klema fic. This pairing is delicious.

I haven't written a fanfiction since middle school….dang, man. Oh, and- warning: OOC.

Ema Skye did not have time for this madness. She was a woman with priorities; Priorities involving her beloved Snackoos. So when a certain crowd of delirious, shrieking, fangirls were making a ruckus and essentially blocking her path to Aisle 3, the hungry detective was compelled to investigate. Ema grabbed a random girl and gave her the death glare.

"What the hell is going on?" she interrogated. Just one look and the poor fangirl decided it was in her best interest to comply.

"Th-There's a midnight release of the Gavinner's-"

"Gavinners? I don't want to hear any more." Ema scowled, releasing her victim, who stumbled away. "Who the hell names their band after themselves, anyways." She grumbled, trying to force her way through the crowd and into the Snacks Aisle. Her eyes caught a dropped picture on the floor. She was curious enough to inspect it, picking it up before breaking out of the tittering crowd. Was this a picture of….Klavier? Ema mused over it. His drill-braid was gone, and instead he sporting a pair of shades. His face was less guant and more childish- was this high-school Klavier? Ema's cheeks puffed out in an attempt to hold back a guffaw.

"He looks like such a…male primadonna!" she whispered to herself. Ema paused, rubbing the dust off. There was something slightly endearing about the picture. The popped collar and bling-blang necklace was still there, but there was a wild, boyish, almost cocky feel to his expression that Ema didn't see much of now. The Klavier Gavin she knew was cool and collected. She glanced around before pocketing it. Not like it'll be a problem, right?

"Fräulein Skye. I need those reports by 11." With one of his quick, standard smiles, Klavier left her office as quickly as he had entered. Ema frowned and stuck her tongue out at the door. Their working relationship was strange, not to say the least. The first week they had met, he had tried the usual to win her over- as a colleague. When it was apparent that his charms had no effect on her, the prosecutor had relented and attempted to give her some space. That didn't stop her from insulting him in court, though.

She took out her photo and studied it again. They had worked together for months by now. The man was admittedly handsome when Ema thought about it. Klavier's skin was the perfect shade to compliment his hair. His body structure was quite manly; Ema wondered when her boss found the time to work out. His face wasn't anything to laugh at, either, and –

"W-What am I thinking?" she hissed at herself, sitting up straight in her chair. In defiance, she drew spectacles on the grinning face of her boss. Ema shook her head and blamed her ludicrous thoughts on her current lack of Snackoos. Whilst opening another bag, she twirled her pen and set about to work. It was high time the detective finished those reports.

"Oh, Fräulein Detective. I almost forgot to drop off this…" Klavier walked in, but his sentence trailed off.

"Hm? Yeah, just drop it somewhere." She didn't even look up.

"Fräulein."

"What? I'm busy. Working on those super-awesome reports."

"I must ask…is there any reason you have that picture of me on your desk?" Klavier's tone was now teasing, and at the word "picture" Ema's blood ran cold. He leaned toward her, hands on his hips. A brilliant smile on his face. A signature pose of Prosecutor Gavin. That stupid, stupid, useless glimmerous fop! Ema managed to unfreeze herself and snatched the incriminating photo in question.

"Th-this? Haha, well, s-somebody…gave it to me. Yeah! And, uh…you just looked so stupid I had to keep it!"

Klavier's smile dropped.

"…and…I, uh, originally thought it was Kristoph, because of…these…glasses…" Ema lied wildly on the spot.

He continued to stare at her before speaking. "Ach…why would you want a picture of my brother?"

"B-Because! I…think…he's….cute…" She could not stop the bullshit that was pouring from her mouth. Her face reddened from sheer humiliation. Klavier, however, took her blushing as something a bit different…

"He's a convict! What…Vhat? Haf you gone mad?" Klavier hissed, looking scandalized, and his English seemed to deteriorate by the second. But Ema silently breathed a sigh of relief. Anything was better than having that fop think that she liked him. But…it was kind of fun. Klavier, of all people, was looking rather disoriented. This was rare, oh so rare.

"You're questioning my taste? I can't help it. I find him very attractive. Especially his sexy German accent - he sounds so much better than you. Now, Klavier, let the pretty Fräulein alone to finish her paperwork." She imitated Kristoph perfectly, (to the added horror of her boss) before standing up and pushing her boss out, to shut the door behind him. Klavier's jaw was dropped, an expression of pure disbelief frozen on his face.

"What…the fuck? She has to be joking." Klavier muttered to himself, pacing in his rather spacious office. All those who knew Ema wouldn't have been fooled. But Klavier, on the other hand, didn't think he knew her well enough to reason that she was shitting him. He and the Fräulein had a strictly working relationship, albeit the light banter that they sometimes exchanged on various crime scenes and courtrooms. After many attempts to winning Ema's approval, he realized it was a lost cause. For some strange reason, Klavier just couldn't faze her. It bothered him, but he let it go. He had a theory that the pretty detective was lesbian (after all, what sane woman had ever resisted him? Hm. Maybe Ema wasn't sane, either…it explains the Snackoo obsession.) but this new revelation had blown it out of the water. The prosecutor turned on his stereo to

full volume to override his thoughts. "I'll deal with that later." He swore and fell back onto his chair.

Ack yeah they're really out of character. If you guys can give me pointers in writing Klavier, that would be awesome. I'm having trouble with him. That also may be because this plot is on crack.

Should I continue?