Ok, so this is my first fic about Ema and Klavier.
Actually, it's my first Ace Attorney fic.
Well, I guess I gave it a shot.
Anyway.
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If one met Ema and wondered why she was PMSing so much, the reason would probably not be PMS, but annoyance. Or perhaps, for lack of a better word, frustration. She was frustrated with her lame job, amateur co-workers, that glimmerous rock star, and just basically annoyed with just about everyone and everything that existed.
Of course, everyone and everything with the exception of two people. One was, of course, Lana Skye, her older sister and role model. Lana had visited her often in Europe after getting out of jail, and they were on good terms now. Now, no longer being blackmailed by Damon Gant, Lana smiled more often and had a much more appealing aura, even having lost her position as chief prosecutor.
The other person she looked up to was Phoenix Wright. He had helped her out nine years ago, and got her sister acquitted after being accused of murder. He also cleared up the confusion about the killer in the murder that nearly ruined the skye sisters' lives. She was awed by his ability to turn things around, even when the odds were against him.
It defied all science. It simply didn't make sense at all to her, but yet, it left a lasting impression on her soul. She was determined to become a forensic investigator even more after that, and even studied abroad to learn the trade so that she could someday be of use to Phoenix in future cases. She returned home, only to be placed immediately in the homicide department because there were no available job positions in forensics. Which sucked, given that she couldn't show off the mad science skills that she had learned abroad.
It was boring work, aside from the occasional fingerprinting here or luminal testing there. But more often than not, THAT prosecutor would show up and tease her for a short while. Yes, prosecutor Klavier Gavin would show up to check out the crime scene and get the information he needed. Sure, Ema complained a lot about him, but in secret, she longed for the next time he would show up at a boring crime scene and provide some nice entertainment before she bored herself to death.
Ema had been assigned to almost all of the crime scenes that Klavier was prosecuting. Perhaps it was some company joke by the department, but whatever it was, it was not funny. Not even remotely hilarious for her. She eventually got used to seeing Klavier at crime scenes. In fact, just recently, she began to tolerate that glimmerous prosecutor. Perhaps even to the extent of becoming friends with him. But even that is pushing it a bit.
So, in short, her life sucked, and she, well, didn't have a love life either. Which also added to her frustration. It's not like she really wanted one or anything, but having a life other than work would be ideal for her. The only contact she got with the opposite sex was with the guys at the precinct, and they were hardly interesting at all. And then there was that glimmerous prosecutor who showed up at every crime scene. Which didn't help Ema's mood at all, not to mention he attracted a lot of girls and teased her a lot.
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"Ugh," Ema thought with a sigh as she woke up, "Another boring, uneventful day. Maybe I'll get moved to forensics today…?" She rolled out of bed with a sigh, leaving the question to hang in the air as she showered and got dressed. She opened a new bag of snackoos on her way to work.
"Ugh. Another stale bag. I should alert the company about this. This is my third one this week and I just bought them this past weekend. Oh well, might as well eat them anyway. I paid good money for them."
"Aaaugh!" she yelled as she looked at the clock, "I'm late! I'll just skip breakfast, then."
Ema arrived on the scene slightly late, but still made sure she investigated the scene completely and scientifically. She gathered all of the necessary and relevant information from the CSI team and put it together neatly in a manila envelope. Once she was sure that everything was in place, as if on cue, Klavier rode in on his motorbike with a line of screaming fangirls trailing behind him.
"Now, now, my beautiful Frauleins, this is where we must part. Auf Wiedersehen," said Klavier softly, but loud enough for all of the girls to hear. Ema started chomping on her snackoos noisily in an effort to bring the prosecutor back from his fantasy world that he had sent the fangirls into.
"Squee! He spoke to us! He's, like, soo hot! Oh my gawd he just looks soo cool! WE LOVE YOU, KLAVIER GAVIN!!" the wild groupies they might as well be squealed loudly. Ema looked away and crunched even louder on her snackoos as she rolled her eyes.
"Please, ladies, don't make this any harder for me than it is for you," said Klavier dreamily, " I must go now… when we next meet, I hope it is at our next concert, where you can meet all of the Gavinners in one place at the same time." The girls squealed (again) and hurried off to tell others of their meeting with THE Klavier Gavin.
"I see you're just as popular as ever, Klavier. In case you've forgotten in the midst of your glimmer, this is a crime scene, not one of your stupid concerts," said Ema, clearly annoyed by the amount of time that the fangirls wasted, "Anyway, here's the autopsy report and the evidence. Goodbye."
"Ah, I'm sorry about that, Fraulein. Don't let those girls get the better of you," replied Klavier, unabashed by her clear tone that said 'I don't want to speak to you right now.'
"You have your evidence, now GET OUT of MY crime scene!" Ema said coldly, the mood matching her tone. Ema then turned away and started analyzing fingerprints on a piece of evidence found at the crime scene. Klavier looked taken aback for a moment, then quickly regained his composure after a few moments of silence.
"Fraulein, if you are jealous, you just need to tell- -" Klavier started to say, but then Ema cut him off sharply.
"Oh please. Don't flatter yourself. I've got work to do, places to be. I don't have time to be wasting twiddling my thumbs with you. I don't have the pleasure to sit and talk with a rock star that is bored. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to test these syringes for traces of potassium chloride." Ema threw her bag of half-eatensnackoos at him and stalked off. Klavier was left alone at the scene with a bag of snackoos. He reached into the bag and took a bite of one.
"Ugh. Stale!" said Klavier with a frown.
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Meanwhile, Ema was stalking furiously back to the precinct, and then to her apartment, angrily muttering crude things under her breath, all the while attracting curious stares from passerby. By the time she arrived at her apartment door, she had calmed down some after letting out her anger on some poor low-ranking officer back at the precinct. She was ready to throw her bag on the couch and just lounge. Maybe watch some reruns or Steel Samurai or Pink Princess. She was down with that anytime.
She reached into her pocket and grabbed for her keys, but did not feel the cold key ring that held all of her keys. Panicking, she fumbled haphazardly through her purse, cursing occasionally and searching desperately. The results: negative.
"Shoot!" she cried hopelessly into the empty area. I must have left them at the crime scene when I left in a hurry. She sighed. I can't go back now because then I'll have to face him and apologize. Which is NOT and option. Not right now at least.
"Aha!" she said with realization, "I can call sis for her spare key!" She rifled hopefully through her purse, only to be disappointed once again. " Crap. I must have left my cell in the apartment this morning." She took out her second bag of snackoos (since the first was thrown at Klavier) and munched thoughtfully. Going back to the crime scene is not an option, she thought, So I will just have to wait for sis to come by with dinner. That is, if she decides to drop by unexpected. …That's not something she would do… I am SO screwed.
" Then I guess I'll just have to break the door down," she said suddenly, "It looks easy enough. The door is pretty cheap. And there isn't even an alarm system in place." She backed up a few steps, and then ran forward to run the door down when suddenly, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and yanked her back.
"Fraulein Detective, you can hurt yourself that way," said a familiar voice from behind her. Ema turned around and faced a smiling Klavier.
"A-Ah! You scared me!" gasped Ema, surprised, " Wh-What are you doing here?"
"Ah, well, I figured that you might need these," He dangled the missing keys in front of her face. A shiny Gavinners keychain shone and reflected the midday light onto Ema's shocked face. "I had no idea that you were a fan of my music," Klavier teased lightly.
Ema snatched her keys back hastily. "N-No, it's not anything like that. My sister gave it to me and I'm using it simply out of courtesy, so--" Klavier put a finger to Ema's lips lightly to silence her.
"Relax, Fraulein, I was just teasing you," laughed Klavier,"Anyway the other reason I came here was to apologize."
"Huh?" said Ema, who had forgotten the episode earlier for a moment.
"I know those girls annoy you, and I apologize for disturbing the crime scene," he knelt at Ema's feet and bowed his head deeply, "Please accept my apology"
Ema looked away, surprised at his sincere apology, and, putting on her tough face, said, "Just get up. I decided to forgive you a while ago, so you don't have to kneel and apologize."
Klavier looked up, surprised, and while getting up, he said, "Ah. Well, in that case, I will take you out to lunch as an apology. I'm sure you're hungry, right?" Ema checked her watch. It was nearly two, and she hadn't had time to eat breakfast that morning because she was late.
"Ah, no, that's quite all right, Prosecutor Gavin," lied Ema, "I'm not really that hungry." Then, against her wishes, her stomach growled, as if objecting to her prior statement. Ema blushed and looked away.
"Ahaha, Fraulein, I'll take you out to lunch, then," chuckled Klavier, "Think of it as an apology rather than anything else."
"Plus," he added, "I need to know more about the case. You left without telling me anything, remember? We shouldn't talk about murder on an empty stomach, right?"
"Hmm… well," said Ema, carefully (and no doubt scientifically) thinking it over, "Will you buy me a new bag of snackoos?" She held out the bag that she had eaten out of earlier, "These are stale, even though I just bought them."
"Ahaha," laughed Klavier heartily as they walked to the car, "It's a deal, Fraulein."
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Author's notes: Anything that seems unclear to you, feel free to PM me, and I will explain and/or correct anything that isn't right.
So what will happen in the next chapter with Ema and Klavier? Nobody knows. I have a faint idea, upon which I will base the next few chapters on. That's just how I operate. If I get good reviews, that is. This could stay an unfinished oneshot if no one likes it :(.
So please, give me reviews!!
Oh, and I'm sorry to those of you who read my fic within the first 5 minutes of my upload. I forgot about the double spacing thing.