Hey! Back with another update since the last chapter was so short. I found my flashdrive in the washing machine…I can't believe it still works. I still love reviews and favoriters/followers. Enjoy!
March 30, 2019 (Same Day)
12:02 PM
Tres Bien
(You have got to be joking.)
Franziska stares in disbelief. "Ms. Andrews? Are you sure this is the place?" Franziska hopes that Adrian is just mistaken.
"Yup, Tres Bien, this is it. I've never been here before, have you?"
(Yes…I have) Franziska has half a mind to start the car again.
"Is something troubling you, meine liebe?" Klavier helps Franziska out of the car, but doesn't let go of her hand.
"Why don't we go in?" Adrian stares at their interlocked hands. The second they walk through the door, the three of them are overwhelmed by the strong aroma of flowers.
"Oh la la! Bonjour! Welcome to la Tres Bien!" Adrian and Klavier are frozen after seeing the large, muscular chef with…a rose in his mouth?
"Bienvenue! Welcome to my petite restaurant! I am Jean Armstrong. Enchante- Oh! Look at z'at face!" Jean stares at Klavier, "Z'at is the face of an angel! For you monsieur, I recommend you put z'is oil of bergamot in la bath water, and maybe a 'int of…moi!" Jean bashes his eyelashes at Klavier.
"Excuse me?" Klavier replies. Franziska readies her whip as a warning to Jean who begins to sweat nervously.
"A-Alors. If you will be seated, I will bring you la special menu of z'e day." Adrian and Klavier start towards the nearest table.
(Tres Bien…wait…wasn't there a murder here? And didn't it occur at…that table?)
"Why don't we sit over at this table?" Franziska walks to the next table.
"Anything for you, meine liebe," Klavier flashes a smile at Franziska. Adrian tries to ignore it.
"If you will excuse me, I'll be in the bathroom," Franziska can sense the tension between Adrian and Klavier, but she doesn't understand what it is. Adrian and Klavier sit on opposite sides of the table in silence.
Franziska removes her gloves to wash her face. She looks in the mirror and tries to make sense out of everything that has been going on.
(What is going on with the world? Why do I feel so… guilty?)
"So, Fräulein how do you know Franziska?" Klavier breaks the silence.
"We met during a case a few years ago. How do you know her?"
"She is meine liebe." Klavier says proudly.
"Okay, what does minuh leebuh mean?"
"Hmm, in English I believe it means, my love? Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I was just curious," Adrian lies. "Umm, how old are you? Excuse me for asking, you just look a little…young for her."
"Siebzehn, which I believe is seventeen in English. I may be young, but that is not important when it comes to love, am I correct?" Klavier can see it in Adrian's eyes. "So, how long have you loved her?"
"Excuse me?" Adrian pretends to have no idea what he's talking about.
"You heard me Fräulein"
"I-uh…" Adrian looks up. "Oh, Franziska you're back."
Franziska walks over to the table but suddenly stops when she sees two empty seats, one next to Adrian and one next to Klavier. Klavier gets up from his seat to and motions to Franziska to take the seat next to him. Adrian and Klavier exchange dirty looks which Franziska sees out of the corner of her eye.
When their meals arrive, they eat with very little conversation.
March 30, 2019
12:37 PM
Adrian's Apartment
"Thanks for driving me home, Franziska," Franziska and Adrian walk to the front door of Adrian's apartment, leaving Klavier alone in the car. "We should…do something again. You know, just the two of us…" Adrian hopes that Franziska gets the hint.
"I don't have work tomorrow. We could do something then… just the two of us," Franziska suggests. Adrian bites her lip.
"Ugh, I have work tomorrow… I'm sorry. I can try to get out of it."
"No it's fine. Another time then, Ms. Andrews," Franziska says.
"Sigh, Franziska," Adrian laughs.
"Adrian," Franziska and Adrian say their goodbyes. When Franziska approaches her car she notices that Klavier moved into the driver's seat.
"And what, may I ask are you doing?" Franziska asks.
"The gentleman always drives the lady home," Klavier smiles.
(That foolish smile. Unnecessarily flashy, but his is kind of like-)
"May I drive you home, meine liebe?"
"And how will you get home? Move over, fool. I'm driving." Franziska starts the car.
"Then will you promise to let me drive you somewhere later?" Klavier asks.
"What are you talking about, fool?" But Klavier just smiles back at her.
March 30, 2019
1:01 PM
Kristoph's Home
"So you're staying with your brother?"
"That is correct, but he will be at work all day today. We can do whatever we want," Klavier smiles suggestively. Franziska pulls out her whip as a warning to Klavier, then notices Kristoph's certificates all over the wall.
"You're brother is a defense attorney?" Franziska asks.
"Yes, my mother always wanted us to be defense attorneys. She thinks he is the perfect child."
"I assume you will be a defense attorney too, then."
"Nein (no), I am to be a rocking prosecutor by day and a brilliant rockstar by night. My mother thinks I am a disgrace." Klavier laughs.
"Why be a foolish rockstar prosecutor then?"
"To face my brother in court, of course, and to be able to work by your side," Klavier smiles. "And I make the perfect rockstar, do I not?"
"Hmph. I work alone" Franziska replies.
Klavier laughs, "Let's get out of here Franziska. Come with me." Klavier takes Franziska's hand.
"Where are we going, you fool? I have to get back to work" Klavier leads Franziska to the garage.
"Here's your helmet." Klavier sits on his motorcycle. "Come on."
"Only foolishly foolish fools are foolish enough to ride on such a foolish vehicle- Do you even have a license?"
Klavier just laughs.
Franziska sighs, "I'm going back to work."
"Please Franziska, come with me. You may regret it for the rest of your life." Klavier pleads.
Franziska surprisingly pauses as she feels a sense of De Ja Vu.
(That's exactly what he said to me. So many years ago…)
Klavier holds out his hand to Franziska and she takes it.
"You haven't told me where we are going ye- AHHHHH!" Klavier accelerates out of the garage.
March 30, 2019
2:56 PM
People Park
"We drove for nearly 2 hours for a park!?" Franziska scolds.
"No, we drove for nearly 2 hours because I had no idea where I was going," Klavier laughs.
"Fool!" Franziska whips him.
"Hey, I am just a tourist. Come on."
"Where are we going now?"
"I want to watch the sunset with meine liebe. Let's go over there!"
(Why am I partaking in such foolishness!? Scruffy better cover for me.)
March 30, 2019
3:02 PM
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1201
"Hey Ms. von Karma! Sorry I'm so late, I-uh got a little side tracked and uh your tea got a little cold. Sorry about that, sir." Gumshoe notices that no one is in the office. "Ms. von Karma?"
(It's not like Ms. von Karma to just leave work like this. What if she was kidnapped? Aww man what am I gonna tell the chief prosecutor?)
"WHAT AM I GONNA TELL MR. EDGEWORTH!"
"Okay, okay gotta calm down. I need a search party pronto! Okay, I should probably contact Ms. von Karma's friends and family..."
(Does she have any friends...? This is harder than I thought. Wait! I can just check the names in her phone. I really amaze myself sometimes.)
Gumshoe looks through the contacts in Franziska's phone. The first name in her phone is Adrian Andrews.
(Adrian Andrews? Isn't she that girl who was guilty for murdering the Nickel Ninja or something like that? Oh well.)
Gumshoe hits call.
RING
RING
RING
"Hello? This is Adrian Andrews."
"Uh hey pal! Do you know where Ms. von Karma is? She's not in her office. What if she was kidnapped!?"
"What? Who is this? She didn't come back after lunch?"
"This is Detective Dick Gumshoe. What lunch are you talking about, pal?"
"Franziska and I had lunch…we were with this other guy, Klavier or something. She might be with him." Adrian hopes that she isn't though. "Did you try calling her cell phone, Detective?"
"Uh what?" Gumshoe forgot all about that. "Oh yeah! I forgot all about that again. Thanks, pal!" Gumshoe hangs up.
Adrian sighs as she hangs up the phone, "I hope you're not with him, Franziska."
March 30, 2019
3:06 PM
People Park
"I should be getting back to work."
Klavier sighs, "Can you not enjoy yourself for once? If they really need you right now, they will call."
RING
RING
RING
Franziska smirks at Klavier.
"Franziska von Karma speaking."
"Ms. von Karma! Are you ok? Were you kidnapped?"
"Scruffy you fool! If I were kidnapped, do you think I would be able to answer my phone?"
"Uh, so you're ok, right pal?"
Franziska sighs, "Scruffy, just cover for me. I don't know when I'll be getting back." Franziska hangs up.
"Does this mean you will be staying here with me?" Klavier smiles.
"Don't flatter yourself, fool. I want to relax today."
"Whatever you say, meine liebe."
March 30, 2019
3:10 PM
Adrian's Apartment
(Should I call? Maybe she's at work now and doesn't want to be disturbed.)
Adrian tries to convince herself that Franziska is busy working, but the idea of her with Klavier still clouds her thoughts.
(This is Celeste all over again. I'm dependent on her, and I don't want to share her. But, I want her to be happy. She's my friend. I'm happy for her.)
"Just my friend."
Adrian feels strange pressure in her chest as her lips linger on the word "friend."
March 30, 2019
4:47 PM
People Park
"This is…actually quite nice."
Klavier laughs, "You need to get out more, meine liebe."
(Klavier Gavin. I used to think he was almost perfect. He is smart, handsome, talented, and father almost approved of him. A suitable partner for a von Karma. But, I've changed. He probably has too.)
"Something troubling you?" Klavier interrupts Franziska's thoughts.
"It's nothing, ...I should be going home now-" Klavier grabs Franziska's hand.
"Stay a while longer, for me?" Klavier looks into Franziska's blue eyes and leans in…
RING
RING
RING
"That's not my phone," Franziska says uncomfortably. Klavier sighs and mumbles something inaudible as he answers his phone.
"Klavier, where are you? Are you still out with that girl? There's a curfew for children under 18 you know. You should get some rest as soon as possible. Mother says I should take you to Gatewater Land tomorrow" Klavier doesn't find Kristoph's offer amusing.
"I'll drop you off," Klavier says hanging up the phone.
March 30, 2019
5:01
Franziska's Home
"I'll have someone pick up my car at your place tomorrow."
"Why don't you just drop by yourself?" Klavier flirts.
"I'm going to work overtime tomorrow. Ms. Andrews is working, and I assume you wouldn't want to miss out on going to Gatewater Land," Franziska mocks.
"Hmm, that woman, Adrian Andrews. What is she to you?"
"What do you mean, fool?"
"Is she a friend, or-"
"Ahem, hello there, sorry to interrupt. I have a package for a Franziska von Karma?" A man in a bellboy's uniform was holding a small package….on a tray….
"Thank you." Franziska took the package. It was from Adrian Andrews. Franziska smiled upon reading the name.
"Hmmm, I guess that answers my question. I will be seeing you later, meine liebe."
Franziska enters her house and sets the package down on a table. She reaches into her drawer and pulls out her broken riding crop.
"Sigh, it can't be fixed. It's worthless." Franziska makes her way towards her trashcan, but is unable to throw it away.
"Gah! It's just a foolish riding crop, nothing more!" Franziska drops it into the trashcan, turns off the lights, and heads to her bedroom.
December 24, 2011 (Flashback)
11:57PM
von Karma Mansion
"Why didyou wake me, Miles? It is almost midnight!" Franziska protested.
"I wanted to give you this." Miles held out a small wrapped box to her.
"Hmph, a present? Father will be displeased when he finds out you were trying to celebrate Christmas again, Miles."
"Well if you don't want it, Franziska, hand it back." Miles replied.
"No fool! A von Karma should never ask for a gift back!" Franziska slapped him.
"I'm not a von Karma, Franziska." Edgeworth said rubbing his cheek.
"Unfortunately for you." Franziska began tearing at the paper and opening the box. It was a fine leather riding crop.
"Father said I'm not allowed to ride anymore, fool" Franziska said tearing up.
"I know, but if you can't use it for riding, I figured you could always give fools a good whip. I'm leaving next year. I don't want to leave you unprotected."
"I can protect myself just fine, Miles."
"I'll take that as a "thankyou" Franziska"
CRACK
Miles rubbed his aching cheek again. "...Your welcome, Franziska. Goodnight and Merry Christmas." Miles left to his room.
Franziska didn't want to admit her excitement. She also didn't want to admit how she hoped Miles would celebrate Christmas with her in secret again. She cherished the riding crop and promised herself to use it against any fools.
"...Thankyou Miles" Franziska whispered.
March 31, 2019
1:46 AM
Franziska's Home
Franziska opens the trashcan to take out the riding crop and cleans it off.
(This isn't the first time I've broken it. And this isn't the first time I've come back for it either. Sigh, curse the foolishly foolish fool who gave this to me.)
Sorry again for updating late. Hopefully you all understand...anyways, tell me what you think!
