Well, I guess you could call this my first Ace Attorney fic. I got PL vs AA a few months ago and it was amazing. I especially enjoyed the special episodes! This is (I guess) set in an alternate universe where Kris didn't commit those murders and Klavier acts like a kid.

Don't own these peeps. Enjoy.

"Wow. Nice place, bruder." Klavier Gavin set down the last of his (very) heavy suitcases in the fancy hall of Kristoph's first-class apartment. No matter how frugal he seemed, Kristoph was a spending machine when it came to his own needs. "How much stuff do you have? You've done a very good job trying to break my back, Klavier." Kristoph stumbled into the apartment, narrowly avoiding collapsing on Klavier's prized guitar. "Oh puh-lease, bruder! Carrying a few heavy bags wouldn't have hurt. Anyway, you needed that exercise; you're always working at that desk of yours!" Kristoph held back the urge to throw the guitar stuff on his back into his brother's face. Setting it down, he dragged his legs towards the nearest couch (about 2 metres away) and ungracefully collapsed on it, smudging his glasses. "Damn it! Thanks to you, my glasses have smudgies on them now!" Rubbing them violently on his shirt, he chanted, "Smudgies go away! Smudgies go away!" Klavier watched his brother silently, grabbing limply onto one of his bags. Eyes widened, he excused himself, shuffling sideways with his bags towards what would now be his room. Opening the door, he was met with a white room as blank as one of Kristoph's stares. Smirking to himself, he decided that he would need to stop at the hardware store today. Rummaging through his collection of clothes, he found one of his old hoodies and a pair of sunglasses. "Perfect disguise…" Ever since his band has been disbanded, Klavier wanted as little to do with publicity as possible. Setting out some of his old posters as drip sheets, Klavier left for the hardware store, with Kristoph's chants trailing behind him.

"Smudgies go away! Smudgies go away!"

Hopefully he would have stopped by the time he got back.

Armed with two cans of black paint, brushes, new bed sheets and some extra sheet music, Klavier headed back down the way he came until he heard two familiar voices.

"Hey Apollo, the fop's not going to prosecute in this case, is he?"

"Apparently he's taking a small break for now, Ema. With his band disbanded and everything… Pun not intended."

Unable to resist the urge, Klavier called out, "'Sup, Fraulein Detective?"

It was so that Ema sent him a fusillade of snackoos, getting stuck in his hoodie and into his mouth. "This must be why she really likes them, eh?" He would have to go buy some soon. A realisation soon struck him. He would have to take the hoodie of to shake the snackoos out, and that would probably lead to somebody recognising him… which would most likely lead to being swarmed in fangirls. Uncharacteristically sighing, he silently walked passed them, keeping an eye out for possible fangirls. In apology, he (sincerely) smiled back at Ema. She replied with a snackoo to the face, which Klavier caught without difficulty. "Careful, Fraulein… I am trying to go incognito after all, no?" Allowing himself a smirk, he briskly walked off before Ema could react. Grabbing a snackoo which had happened to get stuck in his hair, he chewed on it, contemplating his new life.

To Klavier's disappointment, Kristoph was still chanting. Setting down his shopping, he grabbed a glasses wipe from the cupboard and flicked it at his brother's face. Kristoph's eyes lit up, and he rubbed the (now non-existent) smudgie off his glasses. "What did I miss?" Returning to his normal self, Kristoph suspiciously eyed his brother. "I was about to paint my room black. Is that alright, bruder?" Expecting him to blatantly refuse, Klavier was surprised when Kristoph allowed it. "Do what you like," he said as he reached out for one of his law books.

"Aww, yeah!" Klavier ran towards his room, a glamourized scene nobody need know about.

Having (surprisingly) successfully painted his room black, Klavier stuck up posters of his former band, looking sadly at Daryan Crescend, his former investigative partner. Remembering his snackoo-filled hoodie, he went shake it out. Looking at the brown snacks on his bed, he gathered them up and stuffed them into his mouth…

…just in time for Kristoph to catch him.

"Aren't those Detective Skye's signature snacks? Why do you have them? Oh, I know," Kristoph smirked, "You encountered her, wanting to have a civil conversation, but then she immediately lost her temper at seeing you… resulting in a lot of wasted snackoos." Klavier pouted. "You're exactly right, but I do not like her." Kristoph chuckled, "That's not what I said, but now it makes this clear," he edged closer, "you liiiiiiiiiiiiike her~" Klavier backed away, cowering from the creepy aura emanating from his brother. "You liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike her~" Kristoph got closer, and closer, until…

"RISE AND SHINE, KLAVIER!"

Kristoph was banging on a saucepan with an oversized spoon, jolting Klavier awake from his nightmare. "Oh…" He had fallen asleep on the bed after eating those snackoos; the brown crumbs were still visible.

"It's 7 o'clock, Klavier. Even if it's a weekend, you still need to get up early. I do not want you going back to the sleep schedule you had as a teenager."

Klavier rolled out of bed, getting up just enough to wipe off the crumbs on his bed.

"Are those Detective Skye's snacks?" Kristoph eyed the crumbs on the floor suspiciously.

"No." Klavier strode past Kristoph, making himself a few pieces of toast before collapsing on the table. Kristoph shook his head in exasperation. "Is our little princess going through PMS? Are you having a little hissy fit over not getting to sleep in today? Every princess needs their–" Kristoph's mockery was met with the same oversized spoon to the head he used to wake up his little brother. "We have the same aesthetic tendencies, bruder." Klavier resumed chewing on his breakfast. Kristoph lay on the ground, groaning, "My spoon is too big."

"Bruder! I'm bored!" Kristoph had not gotten any proper peace and quiet since his brother had moved in. "Why don't you go somewhere then?" Kristoph eyed his brother from the corner of his eye.

"Come on! We haven't time together as brothers for ages! If I go somewhere, I'm taking you." Klavier wore the same pout as he did during childhood. Instead of evoking nostalgia though, Kristoph shuddered from the resulting memories of forced babysitting as a university student. "Well, where do you suggest we go, then?" Kristoph sipped his mug of Godot-blend coffee.

"How about the beach?"

Kristoph did a spit-take into his brother's face.

I have no idea where Klavier's dream came from. Let's say Godot commercialised his special coffee blend and is now richer than Bill Gates.

I totally did not write Kristoph mocking his brother like the snarky kid he is. There was no implication that Klavy likes Ema. No. I don't really support Ema x Klavier, no matter how cute it looks… and don't expect Dahlia x Kris, now I think about it.

Nick and Edgey will appear in this! I promise!

You read it. Now review it. It's not that hard. Go on. Do it.

Viva la fanfiction.