Whoo! The first official chapter of Envious, Fop?! It's definitely going to be a challenge writing from Klavier's point of few, but I think I can manage.
Oh yes, I have to warn you. It was hard for me to attempt to write about Klavier being jealous, so he's a bit...easily angered. :D
~Geneth

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the following Phoenix Wright characters, items, events, or locations.

No translators needed; most of the German words said have been previously mentioned in other stories or, if you say the word out loud, you'll know what it means. :P

For the first time in his life, Klavier Gavin was being stood up on a date.

Never once had this rock star prosecutor been left to sit pathetically by himself at a table supposedly for two, and wait for hours for the girl that never showed up. Never in his life, in both America and Germany, had he ever felt the surge of disappointment and perhaps anger that rushed through him as yet another period of time passed slowly at the restaurant's clock.

Of course, there was a part inside of him that proposed that perhaps her watch broke, or her boss had held her up at work. The first one seemed feeble, and the second one was impossible. Her boss had given her the afternoon off. Maybe she decided that she didn't want to come. Perhaps she decided that that their relationship wasn't important; that he wasn't important. But Klavier again brushed off the seeds of doubt and waved the waitress over.

The waitress, an olive-skinned beauty with shiny ringlets of hair bouncing on her shoulders, hurried over to Klavier. "Another drink?" she asked, smiling sympathetically.

"No, thank you," he said, managing a smile back, "I'll think I'll just take the check and go, if you don't mind."

"You don't want a bite to eat? You've been picking at the bread basket for more than two hours."

Klavier's stomach growled loudly, and he chuckled quietly in amusement. "Oh, all right then. Why don't you pick out what I should eat, Fräulein?"

The waitress beamed, clearly enjoying the prosecutor's sudden interest. "Hmm, how about…the potato gratin and the onion quiche pie?"

Klavier smirked to himself. This one had done her homework on the German foods served here that he enjoyed. "That sounds great. Thank you, Fräulein…"

His cellphone beeped as the waitress disappeared into the kitchen with his order. Judging by the way she was walking as she threw open the doors, she was hyperventilating. Klavier reached into front pocket of his dark jeans, yanking out his phone and flipping it open. A text…from her. He tapped one of the ultra-sensitive buttons on the keypad, opening the message.

Hey K. Can't make it today. L got into a minor car accident & I need to help her out w/ the insurance stuff. She also needs a ride to her next case at the courthouse. I'm sorry. I love you. ~E

Klavier read the message several more times before the words finally subsided into his mind. The piece of himself that had thought she was afraid of the relationship sighed with relief, while another part grew angry. Why hadn't she called him earlier, instead of nearly two and a half hours later? Forget it, Klavier. Forgive and forget, he thought numbly.

Meine Liebe, it's fine. Couldn't make it anyways; I was held up at traffic for most of the time, and I need to head back to the station anyway. I love you too. ~K

Two plates were placed loudly but gently onto Klavier's table, and he jumped at the noise. The waitress smiled apologetically. "Here's your food! I hope you like it; I got the chef to throw in a bit more bacon into the onion pie," she said, winking flirtatiously.

Klavier plastered a fake smile onto his face. "Thanks, Fräulein. Can I get another drink…?" He handed her his glass and she walked away, unknowingly being dismissed. He sighed, picked up his fork and jabbed the crust of the pie. It looked delicious, but Klavier would have rather spend the lunch with his girlfriend than alone, stalked by the cute but clueless waitress.

"Klavier? Is that you?"

Again, Klavier jumped. He looked up from his food and saw a familiar figure sauntering into the restaurant. His face lifted slightly. "Mein Gott, Kianna, what a surprise! I didn't know you were back in the city!"

Although it had only been five months since Kianna had been the German agent assigned to the Dane Jerus case, she had changed in a way that made her less recognizable. Her mahogany hair was now trimmed to a chic hairstyle just touching her shoulders, and was also naturally wavy. The brown tints in her hair were gone, and in its place were burgundy highlights that accented her indigo eyes and slightly tanner face. She also had a new accessory at her hip, a toddler with his mother's mahogany-brown hair and his father's sky blue eyes. He was promptly sucking his thumb, but quickly withdrew it and waved at his uncle.

"Ervin," Klavier cooed, lifting him from Kianna. Ervin was only two, but was smart for a little boy. He understood the world with wide curiosity, and strangely picked up English faster than his mother. Kianna had once complained that it was his British father's fault, but Klavier knew that she loved it when the young child spoke in perfect English.

"Hi, Uncle Klav," the boy chirped in his soft alto voice, his German accent masked by his clear words. "Why are you sitting by yourself, Onkel?"

Klavier smiled sadly, sitting back down in his chair with Ervin on his lap. "Well, I was going to eat with Meine Liebe, but she had to go work," he explained. Ervin had never met Klavier's girlfriend, but he nodded seriously at Klavier's words before picking up a piece of the onion piecrust and nibbling on it. Kianna smiled, and lightly scolded her son.

"It's fine," Klavier replied, "I'm not very hungry anyways."

"She stood you up, Vetter?" she asked gently, helping herself to some of his potato gratin. The food was brown at the edges, but smothered in cheese and potato. She slipped the bit into her mouth, and then scooped up another spoonful to feed to Ervin.

"No," Klavier replied, his voice slightly hot, "Her sister got into a minor accident, and she went to go help out and escort her to the courthouse." The words sounded like lies, even to his own ears, and Kianna cocked her head slightly. She reached across the table, patting Klavier's clenched fist that rested on the table. This calmed him, and he relaxed, clutching Ervin to his chest.

The waitress returned, whistling but stopping abruptly when she saw the statuesque Kianna sitting at the once empty seat across from the rock star. "Oh, hello!" she said in an extremely false voice. "Are you Mr. Gavin's…"

"Co-worker," Klavier blurted out. He didn't want anybody to hear of Kianna's return, for that would result in the never-ending amount of suitors that bombarded Kianna everywhere she went. There were also the jealous fan girls, all waiting to steal Kianna's purse and get Klavier's number. The co-worker alias was safe, close enough to hold the other person's kid but far enough not to have his number.

Kianna raised a perfect brow, but played along. "Yes, I just came here from Canada and Mr. Gavin was offering to show me around the city. It is so big here!" she added with wide eyes, but a brilliant smile.

"Mr. Gavin was going to take Mommy and me to get ice cream!" said Ervin, playing his role just for the fun of it.

The waitress's shoulders slightly relaxed, but her answering laughter was fake. "Well, aren't you a cute little boy?" she replied in a strained voice. "Do you want me to get you another plate? It'll be easier for the three of you to eat then."

Luckily, before ether of them could reply, the front door of the restaurant opened and the hostess up front called for her. The waitress stalked away, and Klavier let out a sigh of relief. "Close one," he mumbled and Ervin nodded, biting another bit of piecrust.

Kianna looked over his shoulder at the entering diners, and her indigo eyes widened in surprise. "Klavier, " she said slowly, "do not look but I think Ihre Liebe is here."

Naturally, Klavier whipped around slightly in his chair, nearly knocking Ervin off his lap. A slim figure in a buttoned white trench coat, a tilted cashmere newsboy cap, and oversized sunglasses was slipping into an empty booth. Despite her best attempts to disguise herself, a stray lock of brown hair was slipping out for her hat and her blue gray eyes were clearly visible through her sunglasses. Klavier's mouth dropped open. Ema…?!

What was she doing here, when she told him that she had to go help Lana? Nothing was adding up, and Klavier looked away as she scanned the room. Kianna's face was a mixture of sympathy and sadness as she squeezed her cousin's hand. Ervin hugged his uncle around his waist and snuggled into him.

Another man entered the restaurant, but he was without a disguise. Dressed in tight jeans and a cream pirate-like shirt, the man looked perhaps twenty-three with his dark hair curled just under his ears. He sat in the booth next to Ema, and they embraced in a long hug. His mouth was to her ear and moved, telling her something. Ema pulled away in a laugh, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The knot in Klavier's stomach tightened as he forced himself to look away. How could she do this to him? After he told her he loved her and she had responded…Kianna pried his hand open and allowed him to squeeze her palm. The force he used was bound to make a grown man flinch, but Kianna calmly smiled back. Ervin began to murmur in a mixture of German and English words, soothing Klavier to the best of a two-year-olds' abilities

Ema and the other man sat side by side in the circular booth, and his hand rested on her leg. The moment made Klavier sick to his stomach, yet he couldn't look away. The man leaned forward to kiss Ema, but she pressed a finger to his lips, shaking her head while speaking in a quiet voice. He nodded reluctantly, and waved the nearest waitress over.

The rest of the afternoon followed suit. Every time Kianna tried to suggest they leave, Klavier shook his head wearily. But, when it came to a point where the man was feeding Ema some food off his fork, he finally released Kianna's hand, lifted Ervin onto his shoulders, and exited the restaurant briskly, silently hoping that Ema caught a good glimpse of him as he walked right past her without a second-glance.

Toldja he was a little angry. But, then again, we all use different things to deal with our anger.

Reviews appreciated, even if it has criticism. But keep it mild, people! I'm the type that's easily saddened, so be gentle :)

~Geneth