Wow, I'm writing so much romance. I don't really know why, I just keep getting cute romantic ideas in my head. I don't know how I feel about this fic, though. It's not my worst, but it's not my best. Eh.
I don't own Capcom, btw. Oops.
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Apollo found himself in the B block of the Prosecutor's Office parking lot. I'm not seriously going through with this, am I? He turned back to face the taxi he had just exited, and, handing him a $10, decided that he was definitely going through with it. He walked through a door to a lobby, which was much more inviting than the creepy garage. Wasn't someone's dead body found here?
He smiled at a woman behind a desk, who he assumed to be a secretary. "How may I help you, sir?"
"Uhh… May I see Prosecutor Gavin?"
"Um, let me see…" The woman typed something into her computer. "Yeah, he's in his office right now. Just go up on the elevator to the sixth floor, his office is the third one on the right."
"Thanks, miss." Apollo nodded his head, and headed towards the elevator. He pressed the button for the 6th floor, trying to ignore the childish pleasure of watching it light up.
"Atroquinine, my love~""Seriously?! In his own office?!" Apollo groaned. "Why am I visiting this fop again?"
The door opened with a bing, and Apollo walked out, turning left to walk down the hall. He paused in front of the rock star's office with one hand raised, debating over whether he was really going to do this. This is a 20$ round trip, Justice. His fist found itself quickly hammering the prosecutor's door.
"Fraulein, how many times do I have to tell you not to knock?!"
"Uhh… I'm not a girl."
"Herr Forehead? Is that you?"
"Uh, yeah. Can I come in?"
"Why are you here? We aren't sharing any cases now…"
"Oh, uh… I have something else I wanted to ask you about. Are you busy?"
"Prosecutors are always busy, ja?"
"Uh, I guess I'll be leaving then…" Dang it. 20 dollars down the drain.
"But I suppose I can make an exception for you, ja?"
"Should I feel honored?" Apollo rolled his eyes.
"Ja." The in front of him opened, and a smiling face greeted him. "You may come in."
"Ugh, I remembered why Ema calls you a fop." Klavier laughed.
"Sit down, ja? I'm glad you came, I've been bored out of my mind. Minesweeper gets tiring after a while, nein?"
"Wait… You weren't busy?"
"Nein, prosecutors aren't ever busy unless there's a case the next day. Even then, I can force the fraulein detective to do my bidding."
"Remind me why I'm a defense attorney?" Apollo complained.
"So you must have had a good reason for coming here, ja?"
"Oh… Right…"
"It sounds like you're asking me to come to your funeral, Herr Forehead."
"I might as well be," Apollo groaned. "I need a little bit of help… I kind of screwed up, and you're the only one I know who's more experienced at this than me."
"Ja, you're finally admitting that I'm better than you? I knew you'd realize it eventually, seeing how you always seem to find the truth."
"Objection! That was… Objectionable."
"You sound like Herr Wright, ja?" He laughed. "Hmm. considering that you came to me, and not another one of your acquaintances, I can assume you're here either to talk about music or frauleins, nein?" Apollo blushed at this.
"Err… Yeah…"
"And considering that you said that you screwed up, I can assume that you're having fraulein problems." He smirked. "So who's the lucky lady?"
"Objection. She's not lucky."
"Ach, you're actually coming to me to talk about your love life?"
"Uh… Yeah…"
"You must have really screwed up, ja? To ask your courtroom rival for help?"
"Shut up."
"So what did you do? Cheat on her with her best friend? Touch her uncomfortably? Took it too far in bed and-"
"OBJECTION! Don't finish that sentence."
"Sleep-talked about how much you wanted a puppy?"
"… I don't think I'll ever understand you, Prosecutor Gavin."
"Please, no need to use formalities when you're comfortable to ask for fraulein advice."
"I hate you, Klavier."
"Ja, what did you do? I'm quite curious now." He brushed off the insult easily.
"Heh heh… I kinda accused her of murder…" Apollo brought a hand to his spikes and ruffled them, his cheeks a bit red.
"That's no way to win points with the ladies, ja?"
"It was important! My best friend was murdered! But now that she was proved innocent, I feel like I can trust her more than anybody. I just don't know if she'll ever feel the same way, after what I did."
"Achtung! Is this the cute ginger I met at Themis?"
"Uh, yeah… The cute ginger…" Apollo blushed.
"Your face is turning as red as her hair, nein?" This only caused his face to turn an even more vivid shade.
"Well, yeah. I accused her of murdering my best friend, and now that she was proved innocent, I… uhh…"
"Want to kiss her until her lips fall off? I know the feeling."
"Not quite."
"But you do want her as your girlfriend, ja?"
"Is there any way to come back from that?"
"Ja, I can think of a few ways. Tell me, did you guys talk afterwards?"
"Uh, yeah."
"What happened?"
"Uh, I asked her if she'd punch me, and she slapped me in the face, saying 'I couldn't hit a good friend like you, Apollo! I was touched by what you said in there!'"
"Objection! That's a contradiction."
"Yeah… I gave up on trying to understand what goes on her head a while ago."
"But you still love her, ja?"
"Love is a strong word."
"You still want to suck her face off?"
"Shut up, Klavier."
"You know I'm joking, ja? Well, what did you say?"
"Huh?"
"You said that she said that she was touched by what you said."
"Can you speak English?"
"Ja."
"Why did I ask you for help, again?"
"Because it was between me, Ema, and Mr. Wright, I would guess."
"Huh. I think I just remembered why."
"Well, she said that she was touched by what you said, according to you. What did you say?"
"I accused her of murder?"
"Well, ja. But that's not all you said, correct?"
"I… Uh… Oh! So Mr. Wright was cross-examining me, and he was looking pretty hopeless, so I said something like 'you're just bluffing. But that's ok, even a bluff could work on me at this point. Just find a way to get rid of this doubt inside me!' and everyone was looking at me strangely, so I said something like 'I want to believe in Athena. But what's faith without doubt? I want to face my doubt head on, so that if she's found innocent, I can really trust her!'"
"Wow, Herr Forehead. I never knew you were so poetic."
"Shut up."
"Ja, I can see why she was so quick to forgive you."
"Really? Because it makes no sense to me."
"Ja. First of all, you accused her because you wanted to be able to trust her, not because you hated her."
"But she should still be at least a little mad."
"Which leads me to the conclusion your feelings for her are mutual."
"What?!"
"I think the ginger fraulein has a bit of a crush on you, too."
"You don't know that…"
"Well, why don't you ask her?"
"What, just walk up to her and ask, 'hey, do you like me'?!"
"Nein, not that obviously. Just try and get her to call you her friend, and try doing that thing where your eyes bug out and you scare all the witnesses."
"You mean perceiving?"
"Ja, that."
"How exactly do you suggest I get her to call me her friend?!"
"Ask her to do some kind of favor for you, and when she does it, just say 'Danke, Fraulein! You're such a great friend!'"
"Should I use German, too?" Apollo rolled his eyes.
"Ja. She speaks a few different languages, nein? Try and spice up your English a bit."
"I was joking."
"I wasn't."
"Ugh, whatever. Well, what do I do if she's lying when she says 'friend'?"
"That's your invitation to try and suck her tongue out of her mouth."
"Maybe for a glimmerous fop, but not for me." Apollo's eye twitched in disapproval, and Klavier laughed.
"Ja, then tell her that you want to be more than friends."
"Still too forward."
"Tell her she's pretty."
"Still too forward."
"Mein Gott, Apollo! No wonder you're single!"
"Thanks. Wait… Did you just call me Apollo?"
"Ja, I can only say so many German words in a row. Anyways, you've got to be a little forward. Especially if you know for sure that she likes you back. What have you got to lose?"
"My dignity."
"I thought you'd already lost it by now."
"I've probably spent too much time with you, haven't I?" Apollo groaned.
"Then ask if you could take her out somewhere."
"Like where? Eldoon's Noodles?"
"Nein, take her somewhere European. She spent a lot of time in Europe, after all."
"Like tres bien?"
"Nein. Never go there. It's not tres bien."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Why not go to Beste Wurst? It's a nice little German place."
"That name sounds like a contradiction."
"Perfect for lawyers, ja?"
"Whatever. So I just ask her?"
"Do you want to practice? I make a good fraulein…"
"You would. And no."
"Why not? It's better to practice on me than her…"
"No, it really isn't."
"Please?"
"You aren't going to stop bothering me about this, are you?"
"Nein. I'll ask you to practice in our next trial if you don't say yes now."
"Ok, ok! Athena, you're a great friend. Oh gosh, this is awkward."
"Oh, Apollo, you're a great friend too!" Klavier's voice went up about two octaves, causing Apollo to slap himself in the face.
"You aren't lying, though."
"Just pretend, ja?"
"Athena, you're lying."
"What? Me?! Lie?!" Apollo didn't know what to do in response to Klavier's high pitched girl shrieks.
"Uh… Yeah. When you said friends, you, uh… I don't know. You didn't really do anything, but apparently you're lying."
"Lying's a mean thing to accuse someone of, ja?"
"Athena doesn't say 'Ja'."
"Yes I do!"
"Klavier. Stop."
"My name's Athena and I love pointy-haired defense attorneys!"
"Klavier."
"Ja, you were doing really bad, after all." Klavier's voice returned to its usual deepness.
"What was I doing wrong?"
"Don't accuse her of lying. Just skip ahead to asking her out to dinner."
"Isn't that being really forward?"
"Nein. Just ask 'Hey, Athena. Do you want to get something to eat after work? Ja, I know this really nice place called Beste Wurst that's got some decent German food.'"
"That… Might actually work. Minus the 'ja' in the middle."
"Of course it will, ja? Now, go get her." Klavier grinned, patting Apollo on the shoulder.
"Wait… What if she isn't lying about us not being friends?"
"That's what ice cream is for, Herr Forehead."
"Considering your weight, it goes to show how often you get rejected." Klavier laughed.
"When you're as flirty as I am, you're bound to get rejected at some point."
"You say this as if you've yet to experience the feeling."
Klavier just laughed.
A/N: I don't know if I'll leave this as a one-shot or not. I might continue. Tell me what you guys think :P