Author's Note: Oops, only just remembered the A/Ns xD

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KLAVIER:

My hands shook as I fiddled with the bottle top.

Suddenly it burst open, and a few pills flew across the room with the momentum. I tipped the rest into my tanned palm and carelessly threw the empty brown medicine bottle down at my feet.

"At least you won't have to clean it up later." A part of my brain thought dryly, proving I still had a sense of humour. Yep, that's me: Klavier Gavin, funny 'til the end.

"The end." I muttered bitterly. It sounded so cold, so…final. So harsh.

I quickly poured the pills into my mouth, choking slightly, and I swallowed hard, hurting my throat, before I could chicken out.

I just sat down and waited for the warm, inviting darkness…

DARYAN:

"Yo, man, open up." I called impatiently through the door. "Come on, I'm freezing my butt off out here!"

I shuffled my feet angrily, trying to get some feeling back into my legs.

"Ok. Whatever. Screw this-" I stopped as my foot connected with something on the floor.

I crouched down to pick it up. It was a key.

"Weird…" I muttered to myself, and after a pause, I tried it in the door. I heard the click as it swung open.

That was even weirder: why would Gavin leave his door key outside his apartment?I rushed into the hall, and slammed the door behind me, brushing some snow off my clothes.

A mirror on the wall caught my hair! It was ruined by the wet and cold!! I quickly tried to style it back to it's usual glory, but it just flopped limply back over my face. Gavin had some explaining to do…

"Gavin? Where are you?" I called.

Silence.

"We were meant to meet here 15 minutes ago!" Still, there was no reply.

"You better be here! I've been stood out there all that time!" I spun around, and noticed the living room light was on. I pushed the door open and strode inside.

"Oh for God's sake!" I exclaimed, annoyed.

All of that, and he was asleep on his couch!

"Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up. Nap time's over." I pushed his slumped over the arm of his was cold to the touch.

"G-Gavin?" I stammered quietly. Why was he so cold when his house was so warm?

I took him by the shoulders and shook him wasn't he waking up?

"Gavin!" I snapped, and slapped his face. "Stop fooling around!"

Had he passed out or something?

Or…

No, he couldn't be…

…could he?

My hand snaked out towards his neck.

I tried to stop it.

I tried to tell myself I was being stupid.

But I couldn't.

I gasped sharply.

N-no pulse?

He had to be messing with me. He couldn't really be…?

There was an empty medicine bottle on the floor.

There were a few pills next to it.

Why didn't I spot them before?

Without wasting any more time, I got my cell phone out my pocket, and dialled 911

BRUSHEL:

Hmm…A star falls?

No. I've used that before.

A star crashes and burns?

Nah. Too boring.

I needed the perfect headline. I had grabbed this story before anyone else. If I could finish it quick enough, I could get a serious pay rise.

And if I didn't get this just right, the editor might decide I wasn't good enough.

He'd said that a few times to me. "You're just not good enough Brushel" end quote.

What made him think that?

Hmm…Gavin Dead.

Nope. Too short.

Sigh.

…Still, I can't believe I've got THIS story! It'll be the story of the century! This is great!

…Well, it's not great for his family and friends obviously…

But anyway, this could seriously change my future, forever!

I can just see it now: "Brushel becomes the reporter of the year; fan girls love him" end quote!

It all just depends on this story!!

Which brings me back to the headline

…Hmm…

I've got it!

It's perfect!

It's great!

It's mind-blowing!

"Rock and Roll suicide." end quote!