When we last left our heroes they were just about to confront the bad guy and save the world! No, wait that's not right, Klavier and Apollo were at the prison to see what Kristoph wanted. Let's see what he wants.

By the way, if anyone has any ideas for pun-erific names for the warden and the prison guard, let me know. I can't think of anything. And they're rather important characters, so I feel like they need names.

Chapter 4 – Don't Leave Me

The moment the door shut, Klavier's face lit up and he spread his arms out. "Kristoph!" he exclaimed, trapping his brother in a tight hug, "You're ok!"

"Of course I'm ok," Kristoph replied, somewhat forcefully, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Klavier gave him a sheepish look. "Well, it's just that I saw you yesterday and then you called me back here so suddenly," he explained, "I thought there was something wrong. Like you were ill or dying, ja?"

Kristoph sighed heavily. "I'm sorry for worrying you," he said honestly, "But I'm not dying or anything like that. I simply wanted to see you again. I have a favor to ask of you." It was then that he suddenly noticed Apollo. "What is he doing here?" There was a hint of distaste in his voice.

"I'm here for emotional support," Apollo replied, "Because you were supposed to be dying and all." He saw Kristoph roll his eyes.

"So, what is this favor you wish to ask of me?" Klavier asked, taking a seat. Apollo sat down next to him.

Kristoph sat down across from them with a sigh and pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes. "I wanted to ask if you could start visiting two or three times a week instead of just once a week," he said, "I don't know if I'll be able to stay sane if I only see you once a week."

Cocking his head, Klavier gave him a confused look. "What's the matter?" he wondered, "You never really seemed too distraught before. Has something changed?"

"Remember when I told you we were getting cellmates?"

Klavier sucked in his breath. "Is your new cellmate really that bad?" he asked.

"Almost as soon as he was done introducing himself he started hitting on me," Kristoph explained with a growl. Apollo had to stop himself from laughing. Klavier hid a smile behind his hand. But Kristoph wasn't done yet. "When I woke up this morning he was laying on top of me."

At that, Klavier couldn't stop a laugh from escaping him and Apollo did laugh. Kristoph glared at both of them. Klavier quickly composed himself.

"So, um, who is your new cellmate exactly?" he questioned.

"His name is Matt Engarde," Kristoph answered, "Apparently he was an actor before he hired an assassin to murder his rival."

"Oh! I know him!" Apollo spoke up, "Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth worked together to expose him in one of their greatest cases ever!"

"Indeed," Kristoph muttered, rubbing his temples, "And let me assure you, he is much worse in person than you've ever read about."

"I heard he was quite the arschloch," Klavier commented.

"He is indeed. He is also quite the flirt," Kristoph sighed heavily. "And apparently he turned gay for me."

Apollo didn't even have time to crack up before his former mentor was glaring at him. Klavier gave them both a sympathetic look. Besides the Misham trial, he had never seen his brother look so ruffled. Klavier could handle it when a man aggressively hit on him. Kristoph, apparently, could not.

"So, what exactly is Engarde doing that's gotten you so riled up?" Apollo asked, "Um, if you don't mind me asking?"

Kristoph gave him a sideways glance that told him he did mind, but he answered anyway. "He's been flirting with me, hitting on me, trying to kiss me, using just the absolute worse pick up lines you could think of on me," he said. He paused and rubbed at his eyes. "He doesn't seem to get the picture that I'm not interested in him. I dread the first time we'll have to shower together."

Trying to block out that mental image, Klavier frowned. "Have you reported him for sexual harassment?" he questioned, "Surely they would give you a new cellmate if they knew he made you so uncomfortable." Kristoph scowled.

"Pah! I doubt it," he scoffed, "They would probably just dismiss my worries or tell me 'it's just the way things are' in prison. And what did I tell you about calling me Shirley?"

"Well, it can't hurt to at least bring it to their attention, right?" Apollo suggested, "It would be illegal for them not to do anything." Gavin sighed.

"I guess I can report it," he said, "I highly doubt they'll do anything, though." He rubbed his eyes again, then noticed the folder in Apollo's hands. "What is that you have there, Justice?"

Apollo looked down and just remembered why he had brought the case file. "Oh, I was having trouble with this witness on this case and Klavier suggested that maybe you could help," he explained, sliding the folder across the table to him, "I know she's lying, I just can't figure out how she's lying, and if I could I could get her back on the witness stand, and it's really driving me-"

"Her glasses," Kristoph interrupted. Apollo stopped and blinked at him.

"What?"

"She wasn't wearing her glasses in court that day, though it says here that she has a prescription," he clarified, "Earlier she said she broke her glasses a few days before the murder which means she was either wearing contact lenses or old, weaker prescriptions. Either way, there is no chance she saw the murder next door that night. At least not as clearly as she thinks she did."

Both Klavier and Apollo gave him a confused look. "How do you know that?" Apollo asked. Kristoph sighed.

"The murder happened at night, yes?" he reasoned, "No one sleeps in contacts, as you're not supposed to, so if she decided to put them in the murder would have been over by the time she got to the window. And based on her testimony, it sounds like she wasn't wearing any lenses at the time of the murder, which makes her version of things very fishy." He put the folder down and adjusted his own glasses. "I would call her out on that."

Apollo gaped at him then snatched the folder up and looked at the file. How did he not see that? Now that Kristoph pointed it out it was glaringly obvious!

"If she tries to change her testimony when you call her back to the bench, feel free to use what I've said," Kristoph added, "Though it may not be best to tell them I was the one who informed you."

Apollo silently agreed.

Knowing their time together was drawing to a close, Klavier looked at his brother. "So, now that that's settled, are there any certain days you want me to come visit you?" he asked.

"I would prefer if you visit three times a week," Kristoph answered, "Though I understand if your busy schedule keeps you away."

Klavier gave him a small smile. "I think I can manage three a week, ja?" he said, "Anything for my großer bruder."

Apollo was surprised when he saw the corners of Kristoph's mouth turn up in a smile. "Thank you, Klavier," he murmured, "I really do appreciate it."

Before anyone could say anything more, the guard from before came into the room. "Time's up," he announced, "Back to your cell, Gavin."

Kristoph scowled at him but didn't argue. Klavier frowned as he watched how roughly the guard put the shackles back on his brother's wrists. It was almost like he was intentionally trying to hurt him.

"Verdammtes arschloch," Klavier growled under his breath.

Before the guard could drag Kristoph from the room, Apollo suddenly spoke up. "Oh! Mr. Gavin! I nearly forgot! Mr. Wright says 'hi!'" he told him.

Kristoph sneered. "Does he now?" he replied calmly, "Well, tell Mr. Wright I said, 'fuck you.'" And the guard dragged him back into the prison.

"HA! HA! HA! Good ol' Kristoph! He always could make me laugh!" Phoenix exclaimed when Apollo and Klavier got back and told him what had happened, "He's hilarious!"

"I don't think he was trying to be," Apollo pointed out.

"That's what made it better," Phoenix explained with a grin, "Oh, he always hated it when he was trying to be serious and I was laughing at him. He's such an interesting guy. Too bad he's in prison and I'm already with someone else."

"And he hates your guts now," Klavier added, "Also, I would appreciate it, Herr Wright, if you did not speak about my brother in such an intimate matter. At least while I'm around."

"Why? You do know that we fu-" Phoenix cut himself off as Klavier's eyes widened. He cleared his throat. "So, um, what did he want?"

"He was requesting that I start visiting him zwei or drei times a week instead of once," Klavier exclaimed as Apollo stood frozen next to him, "Apparently having a cellmate is quite stressful on him."

"I thought he was in solitary confinement," Phoenix said.

"He was, but the prison was apparently running out of cells, so they paired up all of the inmates," Klavier told him, "And my poor brother got stuck with Matt Engarde as a cellmate."

Phoenix's face suddenly darkened. "Did you say Matt Engarde?" he growled, "I hate that guy. He had my best friend kidnapped, he lied to me, and he made me almost have a nervous breakdown! It was one of the worst cases I've ever had! I only managed to get him a guilty sentence in the end and save my friend by revealing to the assassin that Matt had recorded the murder so he could blackmail him."

Klavier nodded slowly as he spoke. "Ja, he does not sound pleasant," he agreed, "It doesn't help that apparently he's been hitting on Kristoph really aggressively."

There was a pause as Phoenix blinked at him. Then he burst out laughing. "Seriously? Matt Engarde is gay for Kristoph Gavin?! That's hilarious!" he cried, nearly falling back in his seat. Klavier glared at him.

"It is not really all that funny, Herr Wright," he hissed.

As Phoenix continued to laugh, Apollo suddenly broke out of his trance. He lunged across his boss's desk and grabbed his lapels, pulling him forward, cutting off his laughter. Apollo had a slightly crazed look in his eyes.

"You had sex with my former mentor!?" he shouted in Phoenix's face. The older attorney blinked at him.

"Didn't I ever tell you that?" he wondered calmly.

"No! You didn't!" Apollo cried, his chords of steel filling the whole office.

"Oh," Phoenix reacted with no sense of embarrassment or nervousness, "Yeah, Kristoph and I slept together quite a bit in our seven-year friendship. You know, not really as a romantic kind of thing but mostly because we had nothing better to do. It was nice."

Apollo's right eyes twitched and behind him Klavier had plugged his ears.

"But anyway, listen," Phoenix continued, not even registering either of their distress, "I would appreciate it if you never brought this up again. Especially to Miles. It happened years ago, but you know how he gets. Thanks."

He patted Apollo on the head and carefully pried his fingers from his suit. "Now get back to work. You and Athena still have that case to work on."

Apollo's eye was still twitching.

Kristoph was rather rudely shoved back into his cell and right into the arms of Engarde who had been waiting for him. Growling, he pushed the man away from him and went to sit on his bed. He elbowed Matt when he sat down next to him create some space between them as he reached under the bed to grab the notebook Klavier had brought him.

As he opened it to start writing about his worries, he felt Matt lean over to try to peek. "Whatchya writin' about, babe?" he asked, "Anything about me?"

"Oh yes," Kristoph sneered as he wrote, "I think today it will all be about you."

Smirking, Matt sat up a little straighter, deciding to take that as a compliment. Kristoph rolled his eyes and proceeded to write down all of the terrible things he thought about Matt. How much the man made him want to do violent things to people.

After silently ranting, he then mused to himself why his brother felt the need to bring Apollo with him. He had said he was there for emotional support, but how did Apollo even know he had summoned Klavier to prison to begin with? The only logical conclusion Kristoph could think of was either Klavier had called him, or he had been at Apollo's office, for he could think of no reason for Apollo to go to the prosecutor's office at the moment.

Kristoph smiled to himself. Klavier's crush on Apollo was so easy to see he wondered if it was as glaringly obvious to everyone else as it was to him. It was one of Klavier's more endearing traits, if Kristoph was being honest. His little brother had always had a hard time accepting his romantic feelings for someone and went quite heavily into denial that he liked them, even when they liked him back. He used flirting as a defense mechanism, but the more he liked someone the more he flirted with them.

And even from prison Kristoph could tell Klavier non-stop flirted with Apollo. How adorable.

He turned the page and noticed he only had two or three pieces of paper left in the notebook. He would have to ask Klavier to bring him a new one next time he visited. This one was already full.

Shutting the notebook, Kristoph suddenly noticed breathing very near his face. He didn't have to look; he knew it was Engarde. Putting a hand up, he shoved him away from him, creating distance between them with a scowl.

Matt immediately moved back in, throwing an arm around Kristoph's shoulders. He leaned in, his breath on Kristoph's ear causing him to shiver. "Aw, what's the matter, babe? Cold?" he whispered, "I'll warm you right up."

As he went to nip at his neck, Kristoph angrily shoved Matt away and stood up. "Get away from me!" he growled, "I am not your 'babe!' Get that through your thick skull and leave me alone!"

Judging by the smug look on Engarde's face, he wasn't getting it at all and that just made Kristoph want to cry out in frustration.

I'm gonna end this chapter here. I know I've been spitting these chapters out fast, but I'm on a roll with this. I should have a chapter of Marriage of Miles up soon as well so if you're reading that look out for it. Anyway, leave a comment and let me know if you think of a name for the warden and guard!