My first attempt at a fan fiction XD I hope it turned out okay. Oh yeah, and the ending is a bit rubbish, but, well, I got fed up of typing :] Yes, I'm a lazy git, don't hold it against me ^_^
Oh and I don't own any of this XD Don't sue me, because I'm poor enough as it is already :)
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Ema barged into his office, ready to kill.
"HAVE YOU ANY IDEA OF WHAT TIME IT IS!?" She bellowed at the very calm looking, blond haired prosecutor, who was sat in his massage chair. He looked at his watch.
"1:10am?" He answered, coolly.
That was it, she snapped
"I AM TOTALLY GOING TO MURDER YOU!" She screamed, waving her arms all over the place
"YOU CALL ME AT ONE IN THE MORNING TO COME TO YOUR OFFICE, FOR NO REAL REASON! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" She was breathing heavily by this time, from the exhaustion of screaming and waving her arms around, not to mention all of the stairs she had had to climb.
Klavier sat there, looking at her with an odd look on his face.
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. LOOKING. AT?!" She shrieked.
He was looking at her.
Her hair wasn't tied up, and as a result, was a complete state.
Her glasses were all crooked as they were perched on her head, and she'd buttoned up her lab coat with all of the buttons one hole off.
Not to mention that she was wearing quite worn looking white slippers.
He chuckled as he saw them.
"WHAT'RE YOU-" she looked down at her feet "GRAAAAAH! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I WILL SERIOUSLY KILL YOU!" She cried, storming over to where he was sitting.
"...Are you finished, fraulein?" The blond asked, looking at her. She just stood there, unable to react. Counting to 20 in her head, she steadily calmed down, although she was still seething with fury.
"Why. Did. You. Call. Me. Here." She said, pausing in between words to stop herself from strangling him to death with his own necklace.
"I'm not really sure..." He replied, a smirk spreading across his face. Ema started screaming violently at him. She grabbed him with both hands by the collar of his jacket, forcing him to sit up
"YOU...ARGH!" She threw him back in the chair, and angrily sat on the stool near to the door, her head in her hands. She was trembling with anger, and her eyes were welling up. But she wasn't going to cry.
She wouldn't let herself, not in front of him.
She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
In all of her life she'd never gotten this mad.
It really was all his fault.
Why couldn't he be more like Edgeworth, or Mr. Wright? She respected those two, both as attorneys and as friends.
But Klavier was just-
"Ema" She heard his voice say. She sat up. He'd never called her by her first name before. He was probably just trying to aggravate her even more. She looked over at him and glared
"What?" She said bluntly, hoping that her glare would be enough to make him jump out of the window.
He was looking at her still, that same odd look plastered all over his face.
"I'm...I'm sorry" He muttered, standing up, and looking at the floor, his hands in his pockets.
"...THAT'S ALL!? YOU THINK THAT'S GOING TO MAKE UP FOR WAKING ME AT 1 IN THE MORNING?!" She shouted, taking a few steps towards him. He paused, as if he was mulling something over in his mind.
"You're right Ema. That's not nearly enough." He replied, smiling slightly. He walked over to her, and started twirling the loose hair be her ear around his finger.
"What...WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?" She protested, slapping his hand away and taking a step back
"Nothing, nothing at all" He laughed, moving closer to her. "Your hair's just looking a bit, well, worse for ware, shall we say?" He started running his hands through her hair. "But it's soft, I'll give you that" He chuckled. She grabbed both of his wrists, and yanked them away from her hair.
"Just leave me alone!" She shouted, pushing his hands towards him.
"Aw, does the fraulein not like me?" He taunted, his eyes crinkled in glee.
"No, I don't! You're a stuck up, glimmerous, foppish, jerk! And stop calling me fraulein!" She retaliated, wincing at the german word
"Well, you certainly didn't thank me when I called you Ema" He smiled
"I shouldn't have to thank you for calling by my name!" She desperately stated
"Well then, fraulein, why don't we get to the matter at hand. Why I called you here." He said, changing the subject. She faltered as she realised what he said
"So you had a reason to wake me at this diabolical hour! Why didn't you just say?!" She cried, still dumbfounded by his insane logic.
"Because you're so beautiful when you're angry" He said calmly, his face being the most sincere she had ever seen.
"Haha, very funny, jerk." She grumbled, turning away from him, and looking out of the window. She wasn't going to get mad, not if he found it so funny. Honestly, it was like he was determined to drive her completely--
She felt a hand slide across her back, and finally reaching just under her right arm. It pulled her in tight.
"Ema. I wasn't joking. You're beautiful." He said, bringing his head closer to her left ear. "Sie sind mein schönes Mädchen" He whispered softly.
Ema froze.
She didn't like this one bit. She had no idea what he said, but she knew it couldn't be good.
Her heart beat quickened, and she began breathing faster. His other hand slid across her stomach, and rested on her waist. Her head was right next to his. She looked at him. He was looking directly at her, his steel-blue eyes seemed illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window.
"Mr. Gavin. What're you-" He shushed her, and she instantly shut up.
"Just...relax.' He muttered, tightening his grip on her.
She felt his necklace pressed again her arm. It was cold, causing her to flinch. Her eyes opened wide.
*slap*
Ema blinked.
Crap.
She'd just slapped Klavier Gavin...
THE Klavier Gavin.
He stood there dazed, his tanned cheek going a peculiar shade of pinkish brown.
She'd managed to shove him away as she'd slapped him, but for some reason, she still felt trapped.
"Mr. Gavin, I-I'm sorry, but I-" She stammered, trying to think of an excuse.
"Huh" Klavier was staring at the floor, and put his hand on his glowing right cheek. "Well, that's never happened before..." He mumbled
"Please, I just... I'm so tired, it's the middle of the night. I didn't mean to-"
"Fraulein Detective" Klavier interrupted "Perhaps...perhaps it is best if we simply forgot this happened?"
"..." Ema didn't know what to say. Yes, she had despised him with a passion, but... She had felt so comfortable in his arms. Like she belonged there "I...I don't know, I think-"
"I'm just a glimmerous fop to you. A pretty boy, a self-absorbed rock star, a 'prince charming' character who just uses women, this is what you think of me, correct?" He asked her, looking her in the eyes.
She thought about it for a moment, then for the second time that night, she did something she never expected herself to do.
She wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek she slapped. He winced as she touched the sore skin, but smiled all the same.
He wrapped his arms around her as well.
They stood there, bathed in moonlight.
"So, I'll take that as a no then?" He laughed
"Want another slap?" She threatened.
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...I told you the ending was rubbish XD
And the german thing he says means "you are my beautiful girl"
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Or something to that effect. =D I don't trust babelfish XD