Disclaimer: I do not own the Ace Attorney series, but I do own Kerstin.
The last thing Apollo Justice expected when he opened Klavier Gavin's office door was to find the rock god prosecutor cleaning like no tomorrow. But, oddly enough, that was what Klavier was doing, and he scarcely looked up from his cleaning.
"Ah, Herr Forehead," he said, slightly out of breath. "Thank you for the State vs. Misham file. Just place it on my desk."
Apollo did as he was told, though it struck him odd as to why Prosecutor Gavin would be cleaning, because he really didn't seem the type to do so. Apollo decided to make a joke out of the situation. "Don't rock stars-even if they are prosecutors-get maids at their workplace?" he cracked. Prosecutor Gavin did not laugh.
"Very funny, Herr Forehead," he said as he rushed to organize to the papers on his desk. "If you must know, my sister is coming here. You would want your office clean for your sister, ja? Though she did say last time she was here that I was a sloppy pig and I needed to clean my office more, not just leave it to some poor janitor…"
Well, his sister's right, wherever she may be, Apollo thought. Though I do feel bad for Prosecutor Gavin, being stuck with a sister, because if she worries about an office being clean, she must be older than him, and maybe Kristoph to boot, so that must really suck. Poor guys. Then the door slammed open.
"Hallo, Klavier," said the young woman that appeared. Prosecutor Gavin groaned.
"Herr Forehead, I suggest you take your leave now," Prosecutor Gavin said. "Mein schwester is here."
"You say it like it's a bad thing, ja, Klavier?" the woman replied, stepping gracefully into the office. She studied Apollo carefully with her blue eyes. Like Prosecutor Gavin's, Apollo thought. His intense brown eyes stared back into her piercing ones. He was studying her, too. Finally, Klavier broke the silence.
"Herr Forehead, unless you're going to be starting a relationship with Kerstin, you don't stare at her. Kerstin, same for you."
"Verdammen," Kerstin mumbled under her breath. Apollo hoped that she was joking, but something in his gut made him doubt it.
"So, I take it you're Prosecutor Gavin's sister?" Apollo asked. Kerstin rolled her eyes.
"Thank you, Herr Obvious. Yes, I'm Prosecutor Kerstin Gavin, younger sister of Defense Attorney-or should I say, ex-Defense Attorney-Kristoph Gavin and Prosecutor Klavier Gavin," she replied. "But I don't know who you are."
"Um, maybe this will help you remember," Apollo said, about to launch into his Chords of Steel. Klavier covered his ears preparing for the blow. "OBJECTION!" Kerstin winced and rubbed her ears.
"Now I remember you. You were the defense attorney that was studying under Kristoph-the one with the loud voice and the prominent forehead, ja, Herr Forehead?" Kerstin asked, a smile playing at her lips.
Oh God, I thought that I could only have one person with the stupid 'Herr Forehead' thing, but now I have ANOTHER one? Thanks Prosecutor Gavin, thanks a bunch, Apollo thought. Kerstin read the look in Apollo's eyes like a book.
"If you think I am another Klavier, Herr Forehead, you must be insane," she sniffed, examining her fingernails. "I am not like him, neither am I like Kristoph." Kerstin practically spat his name out, and a look of disgust marred her face.
Klavier quickly changed the subject. "So, Kerstin, how has your court cases in Germany been going. I know that they have said recently on the news that you are now thoroughbred for the Prosecutor's Office."
"Correct, Klavier," Kerstin replied, toying with the paper on her brother's desk. She picked up the file for the State vs. Misham trial. "I take it this was the second case Kristoph was convicted in?" Kerstin asked, and then began reading the file without waiting for an answer. The emotions on her face were crossing her face so fast a marathon runner couldn't keep up with them. Tears started filling her eyes when she got to the last few pages, when Kristoph was on the stand. Then she stood up, and started to leave the office.
"Where are you going, schwesterlein?" Klavier asked quietly. Kerstin stopped at the door, and took a quick glance over her shoulder.
"I'm going to visit my former 'darling' brother, Klavier," she replied in a cool, haughty, voice. "Speaking of which, you neglected to tell me the entire details of the case, Klavier. You never stated why Kristoph was convicted-again."
"I was only trying to-" Klavier started, but Kerstin cut him off.
"Trying to protect me, Klavier? Just so I didn't have to find out about the case. I barely know about the first one, and yet you're hiding the second one from me? Well, I am so damn sick of it, Klavier! You tell me that you're fucking protecting me, when I don't even know what's going on half the fucking time! Ever since Mutter and Vater died, you and Kristoph have been trying to be good big brothers and protecting the poor sister. Well, look what happened: Kristoph ended up being sentenced for goddamn murder, and you travel the world becoming a fancy-pants rock star. And where am I? I'm stuck in Germany, following in your shitty footsteps.
"And you," Kerstin continued, turning to Apollo, "you were Kristoph's student. His protégée, if you will. So tell me this: why the damn hell did you not stop Kristoph from plotting his crimes? Well, his second crime, and Klavier, you could have EASILY stopped the first one, the one with the forger! You two are such idiots!" With that, Kerstin stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her. She must've bumped into Ema on her way out, because Ema came in about two minutes later, a grumpy look on her face, her hand in a bag of Snackoos.
"Who's the pissed off chick, who came storming out of your office a couple minutes ago, fop?" Ema asked around a mouth full of Snackoos.
"My sister and I accidently caused one of her moods. Or should I say, Herr Forehead did, by leaving the file on my desk," Klavier said, sinking into his chair.
"You were the one who told me to put it there," Apollo objected.
"Yeah, I don't care who put who's file where. I came in here to tell you fop some bad news: Kristoph Gavin has escaped from solitary about an hour ago." Klavier's face paled.
"Oh, shit," was Apollo's response.