Chapter Two: Herr Angel (Klavier Gavin)
Time: One week after Apollo's death
Location: Prosecutor's Building - Klavier's Office
To say that the atmosphere in a certain rock-'n'-roll god prosecutor's office was slightly less rock-'n'-roll as of late would be an understatement.
To say that the rock-'n'-roll god prosecutor in question was slightly less rock-'n'-roll as of late would be even more so.
Many among the Prosecutor's Office had been puzzled with the young prosecutor's friendly dynamic with his rival defense attorneys - after all, weren't they the enemy? Others (notably the Chief Prosecutor and Simon Blackquill) understood completely, due to their own friendly relationships with their rival defense attorneys. For Klavier Gavin, it was the most natural thing in the world, because of his brother. At least something good came out of that man, he mused to himself.
Normally, Klavier would be reading up on his next case, or playing guitar. Not today, though. Today, he was simply staring into the wall. He had an open file in front of him and a guitar on his lap. Neither of which interested him very much today.
Contrary to popular belief, Klavier did not make friends very easily. Sure, he had no shortage of people around him, but that was generally because of the whole Gavinners thing. Only a select few people knew the man beneath the rock star. And one of those few was now gone forever.
There was a knock on the door, and the Chief Prosecutor himself entered the office. He looked at Klavier and sighed. "Prosecutor Gavin, I was under the impression that you were supposed to handle the Amano case next week." He got no response except for a blank stare. "Are you even listening to me?"
Klavier started. "Oh... uh... Chief Prosecutor! I'm... I'm sorry. There's a... a lot going on right now."
For a second, Klavier thought he saw a glint of compassion in the Chief Prosecutor's eye. Then it was gone. "Gavin, I know Justice was a friend of yours, but you need to get your act together. Take the afternoon off, go home and get your head together."
Klavier looked at the Chief Prosecutor and knew better than to argue. "Alright, Chief."
Once at home, Klavier lay down on his couch, lazily flicking through the TV channels. Nothing seemed to catch his eye - until one news report came on.
"I'm standing outside Courtroom 2, where bomb disposal specialist Ted Tonate has just been found guilty of an act of terrorism and the two murders of police officer Candice Arme and defense attorney Apollo Justice, both of whom were killed in Courtroom 4. With me here is case prosecutor Simon Blackquill. Mr. Blackquill, can you give us a statement?"
"Well, the details of this case are on a strict need-to-know basis" - There's the Chief Prosecutor for you, Klavier mused - "but Tonate was found guilty very quickly, with the mountain of evidence and testimonies against him. It will take further deliberation to determine his punishment, but it would not surprise me if he was given the death sentence." Klavier smiled mirthlessly. At least some justice was to be had.
Suddenly, an idea for a song struck him, the first since Apollo had passed away. He took his guitar and a notebook, and scribbled at the top of the page: "Herr Angel".
Dulcet tones soon filled the air, and Klavier smiled contently as he played. He couldn't bring Apollo back, but he could do the next best thing.
Author's note:
I intended to get this uploaded a lot sooner. I'm sorry. I... don't really have an excuse.