Time for more Matt hijinks! We're going to see more interactions between all the inmates today. Not that Kristoph wants to interact with anyone. Apollo might appear in this chapter as well.
Chapter 3 – Life Sucks (Especially in Prison)
When Kristoph came to in the morning, he felt something heavy on top of him, making it hard for him to breathe. There was also something warm and wet pressed against his neck. Opening his eyes and already knowing what he would find, he growled when he saw Matt lying on top of him kissing his neck. With a hiss of anger, he shoved the flamboyant man off of him. Matt fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"Well that's one way to wake up in the morning," Matt laughed, grinning up at Kristoph with that pompous smile.
Kristoph scowled at him and refused to say anything. Was this how he was going to be woken every morning? Ignoring the man on the floor, he reached for his glasses on the tiny nightstand and slipped them on.
Since being found guilty of Drew Misham's murder, Kristoph had all of his luxuries taken away, even before this damned cellmate. It made his stay in prison worse than it ever had been before. Of course, he didn't know how bad things could get with Engarde around.
The only good thing he could say was that in this day and age no one had to wear tacky prison jumpsuits. They were allowed to wear their clothes from home, which was basically the only form of identity the were allowed. Personally, Kristoph was surprised everyone wasn't referred to by some serial number like in the story "Les Misérables." The prisoners were issued work uniforms for when they had to perform manual labor, but that was it.
"Ugh! Could you guys keep it down over there? Some of us are still trying to sleep!" someone from the next cell over growled suddenly.
Surprisingly, Kristoph recognized this voice. Though he hadn't really gotten to know his brother's bandmates that well before he had been sent to prison, he had met Daryan Crescend plenty of times. The man with odd di- uh, shark shaped hair had seemed to cling to Klavier much more than Kristoph thought healthy. He had intended to question his brother about this, but never got around to it, their respective careers keeping them busy. And when Kristoph did meet up with Klavier, Daryan's behavior was usually the last thing on his mind.
If the man in the cell next to his was indeed Daryan Crescend, perhaps Kristoph could finally get some answers from him.
He got up and walked over to the edge of the cell. He opened his mouth, intending to call out to his neighbor, when someone (it was Matt, I mean, who else would it be?) suddenly pressed up against him, pushing him against the bars and causing him to gag.
"What the hell?" Kristoph choked, "Will you get off of me?"
"Sorry," again, Engarde didn't sound sorry at all, "I just can't keep my hands off you."
Growling, Kristoph turned and pushed him away. "You are insufferable," he hissed.
"Thank you," Engarde said, smugly. Kristoph had a feeling he didn't know what that word actually meant.
Annoyed, he went back to his bunk and waited for the guards to let them out for breakfast. Engarde's behavior was very much disturbing him. It wasn't that Kristoph had never been in a relationship before. He had been with plenty of women over the years, including one serious long-term girlfriend whom had suddenly left him for someone else (he had never learned who it was.) And he wasn't against homosexuals or bisexuals. His own brother was bi, even if Klavier wouldn't admit it. And in his seven-year friendship with Phoenix Wright, forged and fake as it may have been, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the nights they had spent in bed together. It's just he was far more comfortable focusing on his career and leaving the sexual desires to his brother. It was far more common for women (and sometimes men) to chase after Klavier in a hysterical manner than Kristoph.
He just wasn't used to being so aggressively hit on. Especially by a man.
When breakfast finally came and all the prisoners were escorted to the cafeteria like always, Kristoph made sure to sit by himself in a corner away from everyone else. Like always. He preferred not to interact with any of the inmates if he could help it.
So it was to his great displeasure when not only did Matt Engarde walk over and press right up against him, but Godot and Redd White also came over and joined him as well. Godot was dragging White by his arm, making the flashy man spill his food everywhere.
"We're going to sit here," Godot said to White, stopping him in front of Kristoph and Matt. White's lip quivered slightly.
"I don't wanna," he sniveled.
"Too bad," the masked man shoved him down onto the bench before sitting next to him.
Kristoph gave them a confused look while trying to push Matt away. "Why are you dragging the man who killed your lover around with you?" he wondered.
Godot grinned wickedly. "To punish and torture him," he sneered, "Prison isn't enough for this coward. I want to make sure his entire life is misery."
"He's doing a good job of it," Redd muttered.
Honestly, Kristoph probably would've found this a lot more humorous if Engarde wasn't rubbing himself against him. It really brought down his mood. He didn't know if he could wait another six days to see his brother.
When he got back to his cell he wrote a summons to Klavier and had it sent to his office. Then he smacked Engarde in the face with a pillow to get him away from him.
…
"You know, it would be nice if you called every now and then before coming over here," Apollo commented with a sigh as he set down his case file and looked up at Klavier, "I do actually work every now and then."
"I know," Klavier said, his voice full of laughter, "But I just wanted to see you, Herr Forehead. It's been a while."
"I saw you two days ago," Apollo pointed out.
"Ja, like I said, it's been a while."
"You can talk to me, Gavin!" Phoenix called from his office, "I'm not really doing anything right now!"
Klavier smiled politely at him. "Nein, it's all right, Herr Wright," he said, "I'm really here to see Apollo."
Frowning, Phoenix slumped down in his chair. "Fine, I didn't really want to talk to you anyway," they heard him mutter.
Apollo sighed. Sometimes it was like he was the only one in this office who actually did any work. He and Athena were trying to get a man acquitted of murder, but they were having trouble with a particularly stubborn witness. They knew she was lying; they just couldn't prove how she was lying. It was rather frustrating.
And Klavier choosing to randomly come over and visit wasn't helping. Apollo didn't even know why he dropped by. It wasn't like they were really friends or anything, right?
"Prosecutor Gavin, did you have an actual reason for visiting?" Apollo asked, "Because Athena and I are rather busy with this case. Right Athena?" He looked over Klavier's shoulder to where Athena was sitting at her desk.
Unfortunately, instead of working, Athena had her head propped up on her hands, leaning on her elbows and staring directly at Klavier's ass with a dreamy look on her face. Apollo frowned at her.
"Athena!" he snapped. Startled, the girl started fumbling over herself to look like she was busy and stated rustling papers.
"Right! Working! Busy! So busy working!" she exclaimed.
Klavier gave her a calm smile. "I can see that, fräulein," he said gently. He turned back to Apollo and opened his mouth, probably to answer his question, when suddenly the sound of a Gavinner's song sounded playing somewhere from his pocket. He held up a finger and fished his phone out.
Apollo suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Klavier's ringtone was a Gavinner's song. Why would it not be?
"Hallo, this is Prosecutor Gavin speaking," Klavier said into the phone. He listened to the person on the other end and Apollo watched as the man slowly turned pale. "Are you sure? All right, I'll go right away."
He hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. He had a worried look in his eyes. "Sorry to cut this visit short, Forehead, but I must go," he explained, "My brother has summoned me to prison."
Apollo's breath hitched. "What does he want?" he asked. He knew how devious and dangerous Kristoph Gavin could be.
"I don't know," Klavier murmured, "But I'm very worried. I just saw him yesterday."
"Wait a minute, you saw him yesterday!?" Apollo exclaimed, shocked, "Do you make this a regular thing? Why would you do that?"
Klavier set his jaw and gave Apollo an annoyed look. "I know what you and everyone else thinks of him, Herr Forehead," he said slowly, "You think he's an irredeemable monster who can never be saved. But no matter what he has done, he's still my brother, I still love him, and nothing will ever change that."
Apollo let out a breath. "You're right, I'm sorry," he replied, "Even though you look similar, sometimes I forget that you two are brothers because you're just so different from each other. And… for what it's worth, I never thought Mr. Gavin was a monster. I still respect him."
"I don't!" Phoenix called from his office.
"No one asked you!" Apollo snarled at him.
Klavier smiled gently at him. "Danke, Forehead," he said, then he sighed, "I just hope Kristoph is all right. I can't think of any reason why he would call me to the prison so soon after seeing him unless something was wrong."
Apollo bit his lower lip and sighed. "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, "Like, for emotional support?"
A soft smile came to Klavier's lips. "I would like that," he answered.
Apollo scooped up the case file, deciding to work on it when he got the chance. As they left the office, he heard Phoenix call out, "Say 'hi' to Kristoph for me!"
…
They got to the prison in record time on Klavier's motorcycle, in which Apollo clung to the prosecutor's waist in absolute terror. It took a minute for Klavier to pry him off when they got there. They were ushered to a waiting room after they signed in where Klavier started tapping his foot anxiously and Apollo looked over the case file again. Eventually, though, he slammed the folder shut in anger.
"Argh! I just can't figure this out!" he growled. Klavier looked over at him.
"Maybe you should ask mein bruder for help, ja?" he suggested, "I bring Kristoph my cases all the time when I need a fresh pair of eyes and I can't tell you how many times he's helped me out."
Apollo sighed. "Yeah, I suppose it couldn't hurt," he relented, "I know this witness is lying. I just can't figure out where it is she's lying and it's really frustrating and I feel like I'm going to explode-!"
He was interrupted when a guard entered the room. "Mr. Gavin and Mr. Justice?" he asked. Klavier stood up.
"That's us," he said.
"Right this way, please." The guard escorted them out of the room and down a long corridor. He led them to an empty meeting room with a plastic table and several chairs inside. A door leading deeper into the prison was at the other end.
A moment later the other door opened and Kristoph was roughly led inside by a guard, the one who had refused hear him out about having a cell to himself. As the guard unshackled him, he leaned in and hissed at Kristoph.
"Don't try anything funny. I'll be right outside this door." Then he left the three of them alone, the door slamming shut behind him.
Mmm… I could have the conversation now, but I'll save that for the next chapter, ja? I wanted to be sure to get Apollo, Klavier, and Phoenix in this chapter since they're going to be integral to the story and I didn't want Apollo and Phoenix to just pop in literally in the middle of the story. Next chapter we'll see what Kristoph wants as well as having more antics from the inmates. Won't that be fun? Until then, please leave a comment!
