July 17 3:28A.M.

Daryan Crescend was asleep. He could clearly see that from his hiding place up in the vents. He shifted his position and his glasses fell off. Kristoph cursed, and moved slowly along the vent to retrieve his glasses. He had to keep silent if his plan were to succeed.

He stopped dreaming a long time ago. If he saw or heard anything, he knew it had to be real. Daryan may be in prison now, but he was a detective after all, and detectives were sensitive to everything. So when he heard the gentle fall of a metallic object, he awoke with a start. He looked around for the source of the noise and looked at the air vent. He smiled a little as he remembered what put him in here. A blind singer who heard his voice from the air vents and accused him in court. For such a great detective, he went down pretty pathetic.

He stared up at the vent. He was sure he heard something in there. Or maybe he was losing his touch. He lay back down and prepared to go into another dreamless sleep.

Kristoph tripped over the grill and he hit his head on the top of the vent. Damn, he thought. This is harder than I thought. Well, better get this over with.

Daryan sat up and stared at the vent again. Now he was sure someone or something was there. You would have to be deaf not to hear that. His hand went to his belt on reflex. Then he remembered he didn't carry a gun anymore. Well, he thought. Guess I'll just have to improvise. He took hold of the single chair in his cell and waited. Suddenly, the vent fell down and clattered at his feet. Someone jumped down and turned around. Daryan raised the chair and prepared to strike. But when he saw the face of his attacker, his eyes widened and he lowered the chair. He stared at the person in front of him and asked, "Gavin, is that you?"

Kristoph wondered what he was talking about when he remembered that he put his glasses in his pocket. He must look like his brother without them. He suddenly thought of an idea. He would make everyone he takes down think that it was his good-for-nothing brother who killed them. He put on a German accent and said to Daryan, "Daryan, it's been so long. How have you been?"

Daryan smirked and raised the chair again. "Sorry man," he said. "But you're not Klavier. His grammar isn't that good. Nice try though. Nice to see you again, Kristoph Gavin."

Kristoph put his glasses back on and shook his head. "Well, you've got me, Detective Daryan Crescend." He said, sidestepping to avoid Daryan's attack. He ducked under his arm and got up behind him. Daryan turned around and then Kristoph kicked him in the chest and Daryan fell to the floor along with the chair.

"Heh." Daryan said, standing up. "That isn't half bad, man. Gavin never told me you had fighting skills."

"I never told him."Kristoph said. "But then again, I never really tell Klavier anything."

Daryan strode towards him and grabbed the collar of Kristoph's shirt. "Why the hell are you doing this?" Daryan asked. "You come in here, interrupting my sleep. You come in here through the air vents. Why? To talk about your damn brother? Well listen up and listen good. I don't care—"

Daryan's eyes widened and he stared at his stomach where Kristoph stabbed him. "Why…. Are you doing…..this…?" Daryan said as he fell to the floor.

"Why?"Kristoph sneered as he looked at the man on the floor. "Because I hate my brother. Why else?"

"Damn…..you….Gavin." Daryan said as everything around him went black.

July 17 8:47 A.M.

"Victim; Daryan Crescend, Age; 25, Cause of death; died from loss of blood due to single stab wound to the abdomen. Signs of forced entry have been located in the air vents. We believe the murderer passed through the air vent and attacked the victim. The victim appeared to have fought back because the single chair in the cell was found near the victim. There have been no signs of the murder weapon. The body was found upon the entry of the guard on his rounds at 8 this morning." The officer said, finishing the report.

"I see." said Klavier, examining the report. "When is the time of death?"

"From the stiffening due to rigor mortis," the officer replied. "The time of death occurred around 3 to 4 A.M."

"I see." said Klavier, not really listening. "Were there any clues left at the scene?"

"As a matter of fact sir, there was one thing left at the scene, on top of the body." the officer said, drawing out a piece of paper from the file he carried. "From this, we have determined who the killer is, sir."

"Really?" Klavier asked, finally paying attention. "That was quick. Why did you not tell me so earlier?"

The officer gave the piece of paper to the German prosecutor and watched as his face turned white and his hands clenched the paper.

"As you can see sir," the officer said, hoping he wouldn't get fired on the spot. "The note was written by….. your brother, sir"

"Go and give the report to Fräulein Skye and tell her to come here as soon as possible." Klavier said, controlling his voice.

""Yes sir, right away." The officer said, saluting.

When the officer left, Klavier leaned against the wall and stared at the piece of paper in his hand.

To my dear brother, Klavier,

With all my love.

Kristoph Gavin

Without a doubt, Klavier knew this was his brother's handwriting. He raised his hand to his eyes and shook his head. What am I going to do? He asked himself.

The coroners haven't arrived yet so Klavier went over to the body of his former band member who was in jail for murder and smuggling. Klavier crouched down beside him and asked, "Why did mein bruder do this to you, Daryan?"

MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH "Hey fop, talking to dead bodies now?"

Klavier looked up and found Detective Ema Skye munching away on her all-time favorite snack; Snackoos.

"Ah, Fräulein, you're finally here." Klavier said quietly. "Can you please analyze the handwriting on this paper and just… just investigate the scene."

Ema was taken aback. Normally, the fop would never fail to greet her with a comment about how she was dressed. This fop was quiet and…sullen. She wasn't sure if she liked this side of Klavier or not.

She took the proffered paper and glanced at it. At that one glance, she understood why he was like he was. "But this is—"

"Yes," Klavier said. "The work of my brother."

Ema and Klavier stayed inside the cell for most of the morning with Ema checking out the scene and looking for clues and Klavier crouched beside the body of Daryan. At around 11, Ema straightened up and looked down at Klavier wondering if she should cheer him up or not. In the end she decided to since she knew what it was like to have a brother or sister accused of a murder. It was a little different in this case though…

"Hey fop," Ema said. "You want to get some lunch or something?"

Klavier just looked up at her blankly and didn't say a word. Ema sighed. It was so hard being nice to people sometimes. She tugged at the collar of Klavier's jacket and pulled him up.

"C'mon fop." She said as she dragged him out of the cell and out the door.

"Now," she said as they stood outside in the sun. "Where shall we eat? Where do you think Mr. Gavin?"

But Klavier was too depressed to talk. Ema wasn't even sure if he was aware of where they were.

Oh well, she thought. Guess I'm choosing, but he's paying. After all, I'm doing this for him.

She spotted a cute looking French restaurant and she dragged Klavier inside. Tres' Bien is it? She thought. It looks really nice in here, but why aren't there any customers? The inside of the restaurant was empty except for a really old guy drinking a cup of coffee and staring at the waitress.

As soon as they were seated, a waitress with brown hair and glasses handed them menus. Everything in it looked really expensive, but Ema wasn't worried about the prices. After all, she wasn't paying. Klavier was just staring out the window and he didn't even look at the menu, so Ema ordered two Twin-T lunch specials. While waiting for their food, Ema had several failed attempts at trying to start a conversation. Every time she tried, Klavier would just respond with a `ja'. She was ultimately relieved when the same waitress brought them their food. However, Ema had to go to the washroom because her hands were covered in fingerprinting powder. When she returned to the table, she found Klavier clutching his throat as though he were choking.

"Kla—! I mean, Mr. Gavin! Are you okay?" asked a frantic Ema.

"Fräulein," Klavier spluttered. "Are you trying to poison me? This food is terrible!"

Ema calmed down when she saw Klavier was fine. However, she didn't understand what he was saying about the food. It looked good, how can it taste terrible?

"By all means Fräulein," Klavier said after swallowing half a can of soda. "Taste it. You're hungry, ja?"

Ema looked at Klavier doubtfully. He had that sparkle in his eyes that said he was going to play a trick on her. On the other hand, she was pretty hungry and maybe the diva was just overreacting.

So she forked up a forkful of food and put it into her mouth. Almost immediately, her mouth met with a taste so extreme, she was sure it could not be recreated. She swallowed immediately and grabbed the nearest can of soda to wash off the taste in her tongue. When the taste was reduced to a minimum, she looked up and met the eyes of Klavier who was laughing hard but silently.

"And what are you laughing at?" Ema asked in a voice that would normally make a person stop. But Klavier just wiped tears from his eyes and grinned at her.

"Danke fräulein," Klavier said. "Danke. You helped me forget about the case and about my brother."

"Sure," Ema said, drinking from the can. "You needed to cheer up anyway."

"Ja." Klavier said. "I really needed that. By the way, fräulein, that soda is mine. That lunch has left a bad taste in my mouth and I need it."

Ema choked and looked at the can. Then she looked at the table and saw that there was indeed an unopened can of soda there. She handed the can back to Klavier without a word.

Klavier took the can and shook it. "Fräulein," He said, shaking his head. "You finished it."

Ema took the can, shook it and peered inside it. When she didn't see or hear anything, she took the other can and handed it to Klavier.

"You're paying the bill, fop." She mumbled, embarrassed.

"What did you say, Fräulein?" Klavier asked, examining the can from all angles.

"You're paying." Ema said defiantly. "Since I took you out to lunch to cheer you up, you have to pay."

"Very well, Fräulein," Klavier said, gesturing to the waitress for the bill. When it arrived, Klavier glanced at it and his eyebrows shot up.

"Fräulein," he said. "This bill calls for $86.00. What did you order?"

"Um, let me see," Ema said thoughtfully. "I ordered two of those Twin-T lunch specials. They're an entire meal complete with a gift and everything, so I guess it would add up."

Klavier paid the bill and told the waitress to keep the change without batting an eye. Ema rolled her eyes and thought, Rock stars throwing money around, they're all crazy, glimmerous fops. She started toying with the gift as Klavier picked it up from her hands.

"And this gift is?" Klavier asked. When he unwrapped it, he found a small bottle. He opened it and held it up to his nose and gave one tentative sniff. Almost immediately, he set down the bottle and slowly put his head in his hands.

"This scent is… overpowering." Klavier said. "It is something that… cannot be put into words. Fräulein, let's go. This is quite the interesting restaurant, but... I want to live out my entire life to the fullest. So, ja?" He added as he stood up and held out his hand to Ema.

"Yeah... "Ema said as she stood up. "That would be good."

July 17 9:17P.M.

She had to run away. She had to get away from him and get to somewhere safe. She had her eyes operated on, but she can still rely on her sense of hearing. He didn't speak, but she heard his footsteps and immediately started running. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his eyes. She could

see that they were full of anger and determination.

She was fast. He could see that. But had determination on his side. He would get his revenge no matter what. She shared the stage with his brother so she counts as a candidate to be gotten rid of. He ran forward and pulled out his knife.

She lost her way back home that night. She decided to just take a walk around just to marvel at her newly recovered eyesight. She sat by herself in People Park and just stared at the stars above. When she decided to head back, she took a shortcut and got lost among the maze of darkened streets. That was when she heard the footsteps following behind her and she started running.

She suddenly remembered different important times in her life.

Her father, Magnifi Gramarye

That fateful rehearsal where she was 'killed'.

Her concert with the Gavinners.

The trial where she acted as a jurist.

The moment she realized who she really was.

Being reunited with Trucy and Apollo—

She remembered something said to her before: People can't really die easily as long as they have something to live for.

She suddenly remembered what she needed to live for. She needed to live for her children who haven't seen her in years.

With this on her mind, she started taking note of the streets on whether or not she passed here. She noticed that the sounds of footsteps were growing fainter and fainter. She passed by People Park and she knew she was getting close to the Wright Talent Agency. The echo of footsteps had completely disappeared. She sighed with relief when she saw the familiar building where Trucy and Apollo waited for her. She pounded at the door, constantly looking over her shoulder in case her pursuer came back. When the door opened, Thalassa let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I answered the door like you asked me to, Herr Wright, and she simply collapsed."

"We were wondering where she was. She said she was going to take a walk."

She could hear them. Her heart was still racing from what just happened to her, but she could still hear them clearly. She looked back at that moment when she looked at his face. Now that she was safe, she could think clearly. With a jolt of realization, she remembered him, when she was a jurist in that trial, she saw him testify.

Phoenix was worried. Thalassa just came back to the office and collapsed. And to add to his list of problems, Klavier Gavin was here to talk about the case concerning the escape of Kristoph Gavin, his brother.

"So what brings you here, Klavier?" Phoenix asked.

Klavier was pacing the room, obviously worried about the case. He glared at Phoenix and muttered something in German.

Phoenix ignored him and went out of the room. When he returned, Apollo Justice and Trucy Wright were right behind him. When they saw Thalassa unconscious on the sofa, they both ran to her at the same time.
"Mom!" they said in unison.

"What did you do to her!?" Apollo said to Klavier with one fist raised in front of him.

"Nothing!" Klavier said, taking a step back. "Nothing, Herr Forehead! She came knocking on the door, I opened it, and she simply lost consciousness."

"He's telling the truth, Polly." Trucy said behind him. "The reason he's nervous isn't because he's lying, it's because of the way you're badgering him."

Klavier walked to the edge of the sofa and gazed thoughtfully at Thalassa's face.

"Lamiroir?" he asked softly. "Are you awake?"

"You know," Phoenix said. "She isn't known as Lamiroir anymore."

"Ja, I know." Klavier said. "But when I had the honor of sharing the stage with her, she was known as Lamiroir. Thus, she will always be known to me as so."

She heard Apollo and Trucy talking. Apollo seems to be shouting again she thought. Then she heard Mr. Gavin and Mr. Wright arguing. It seems that everyone was worried about me. She smiled and opened her eyes.


Well, there you go. Sorry about having Daryan killed, he was the first person that came to mind when I thought of this. If you like this story, then good, review. Or favorite it. Whatever.