I wish I owned Apollo Justice...that's what she said!

I quickly scanned the room as I darted through it, finally leaving the crowded dance floor, which was basically a huge grinding arena, so why call it a 'dancefloor'?! Anyway, disregarding my disgust I finally made it to the back wall of the room. I looked down the dark wall and finally saw, thanks to a strobelight near there to get my attention; probably the only time I'll ever thank a strobelight, I spotted a woman in a longer forest green skirt and matching polo tee and a large wooden door she was standing in front of. I ran staight forward; since I was at the back of the room not as many people where here, so it was safe for me to sprint to my destination. I finally reached the woman and she looked at me quite plainly as I catched my brief loss of breath.

"Is there a man in there, has blonde hair-," I started.

"Yes, and he's rented out the room 'til midnight. His time's almost up so then you can rent out the room, but for now you're going to have to wait sweetie," she replied. My first thought was for her to not call me sweetie. My second was my excuse to go in.

"I'm his friend," I said. That should work; at least, that was my impression.

"So?" she replied. "Doesn't matter. I could be his friend, but I'm still not allowed in. I'm just here watching the door." Fine, I thought. I needed another exscuse to get in, when suddenly it popped out of my mouth.

"I'm his brother," I couldn't believe what I had just said.

"The one in jail...?" she asked skeptically. I then realized that for one, she probably had a lot of shady figures here, and two, she might know that he actually had a brother.

"I'm his other brother, not the one in jail," I 'clarified'.

"Really...? Didn't you just say you were his friend...?" she asked. By now I was getting frustrated; I hated lying, and I hated to have to lie even more.

"Y-yes," I said. "I'm his friend and his brother-a brother/friend kind of thing...relationship. We get along wonderfully," I answered. I felt disgusted; talk about lying...

"Well...," she said. She tapped her chin. The music kept thumping in my ears as I waited. Come on...come on...

"Well...?" I repeated. I don't know why I said it; maybe it made me feel better, I don't know.

"...Fine," she decided. "Just don't do anything stupid, I'll get fired."

"Thank you," I said with a wave of relief. I watched her open the door, the worn brass handel turning with little effort, and she opened it large enough for me to squeeze in. She swept her hand inwards for me to enter. I nodded and walked inside. She then closed the door.

There was Klavier, dressed in work clothes for the club, seducing women. At least, that's what I would have liked to tell you. It would have been what I expected, as well as ended my liking of him. However, it was not what I expected. At all.

I heard Klavier playing piano...He was playing with his eyes closed and was in his usual outfit. Not to mention he was singing along with his fingertips and there was a small amber drink on top of the piano. The piano was beside a small bar area which was dimly lit, and there was also a couch a little infront of me and a pooltable diagnal from that. It was too peaceful; my ears immeadiately recognized this room was soundproof from the outside. He was too handsome, yes, I did call him handsome. He was playing one of my favorite instruments, and some hypnotyzingly melodic song. His voice was too beautiful. This was unfair for a guy like me in the predicament I was in. Completely and totally unfair.

Eventually I recognized the end of the song and felt myself freeze. I had been so relaxed I hadn't even comprehended my situation whatsoever. I didn't move a muscle and breathed strictly through my nose. I didn't know what to do. But I did know that I didn't want him to find me.

Then why come in the first place? I don't know. Something in me.

"I wonder if the young Fraulien's alright...," I heard him say. It's Ema, no worries, I thought. "I do miss him so." Please be talking about Phoenix, I pleaded. Anyone.
"I can't help but miss Herr Forehead. I won't give up on him..."

I stood there in shock. Eldoon had assumed the 'Fraulien' was a girl, until it dawned on me; he knew that 'Fraulien' meant girl, so he had assumed that his troubles were, well, about women, and not about, well-

"Apollo...I wonder where he is," Klavier said. I began sweating madly and felt heat consume my cheeks. I still stood there and Klavier faced the piano, and for a moment there was silence.

That is, until I coughed.

I couldn't help it...!

"Who's here?" Klavier said, his tone deep and forceful, different from his thoughtful voice. I remained silent out of fear. "Who's here?" he repeated again, darker. I wanted to die.

"Me," I managed to say. Suddenly Klavier spun around on the piano seat and looked at me plainly. I stared back, embarrassment slowly killing me. Then he smiled that smile of his and I felt like I was really going to faint, though I knew I wouldn't. If that makes any sense.

He arose and walked over to me and I couldn't move. I felt petrified. He placed his hands in his pockets and stood in front of me. "So," he said. "I take it you came to see me, ja?"

I could only imagine how stupid I looked. "Yes," I said.

He took out a hand from his pocket and felt the air above my head where my spikes would have been. "You came on a private matter?" he asked. How did he know?!

"Yes," I said. "I wanted to talk to you."

"What about Fraulien?"

It then occured to me; I didn't know. After a few minutes of me standing there like an idiot Klavier finally spoke again.

"How about I talk to you first?" he said. I coughed some as a worthy excuse for my silence and nodded apathetically, or at least I tried to. He lead me over to the couch. "Please sit," he said. I plopped down on the cushy couch and sat there, still rigid. Klavier went and retrieved a foldable chair from somewhere behind me, along with his glass, filled with amber liquid. He came back and set it down in front of me backwards and sat down. He took a large swig from his glass.

"I want to talk to you about something important," he began. I held my breath. "I'm having some problems with...personal matters..."

Tell me about it, I thought.

"And they involve you." I didn't move, but continued to listen instead. "And I'm not going to bullshit you, and you may not think the same way, but...I think...that I'm in love with you," he said and then gave an involuntary hiccup. I felt every part of me tingle madly. I stood; I wanted to leave. Now. I felt my confidence and intentions sink; he stood as well.

"You don't know what you're saying," I said timidly. "You're tired and drunk."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"I'm leaving. Now," I said. But apparently fate was going to have this turn out differently.

Klavier stood and I foze yet again. He walked over to me and stared straight at me, his blue eyes as captivating as my mother's, which was saying a lot. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my right arm and backed me into a wall. In my moment of impact, as well as surprise, he grabbed both my wrists and held me up against the wall.

"Klavier," I muttered as I feabilly struggled under his strong grip.

"Apollo," he whispered and leaned in towards my face. My heart beat was racing. "I-love-you."

And then he attacked my lips and pressed hard, kissing me.

I had gasped and that had caused my tounge to accidentally go into his mouth. I watched him smirk as he held me and his eyes play in the dim light. My heart was going to crazy and all my nerves were going haywire. I blushed madly and he closed his eyes so I closed mine. I couldn't help it though...

...I enjoyed it.

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