Did anyone get the joke behind Gant's nicknames for Godot and Richard? I hope so, because I have more stupid jokes like that. I'm currently replaying "Rise From the Ashes" with my friends, and I forgot how LONG that mission is! But it does give me plenty of ammo for Gant. Anyway, this chapter.
Chapter 8 – Make Things Wright
"Don't you have anything better to do than stare at me?" Kristoph growled at Engarde who had not stopped staring at him for over half an hour. Engarde's grin got even wider.
"Why would I want to do anything else?" he asked in a corny voice. Kristoph hissed with annoyance and turned away from him. There was a sudden knock on the cell door that startled both of them.
"Gavin," Howe said in a brisk voice as he unlocked the door, "You have a visitor. Come with me."
Kristoph gave him a confused look. Today wasn't one of the days Klavier had agreed to visit. Was there some sort of problem? He was silent as Howe shackled his wrists, making sure they pinched, before roughly grabbing his arm and escorting him to the special visiting room. When he was led inside he was surprised to find it was not Klavier who was waiting for him.
It was Phoenix Wright. The man was dressed in his blue attorney's suit, displaying his attorney's badge as if to mock Kristoph. He was sitting in one of the chairs so casually as if he was waiting for an old friend instead of the man he helped put away. Kristoph glared at him as Howe removed his shackles.
"I know what's going through your mind," Howe hissed in Kristoph's ear, "Don't even think about it. I'll be right here if you do anything." Then he left them alone.
"You don't know anything," Kristoph grumbled. He narrowed his eyes at Phoenix. "Wright. What are you doing here?"
Phoenix looked up and smiled at him. "Hey there, Kristoph!" he greeted cheerfully, "I heard you got a new cellmate! How's that going?"
Kristoph glared at him. "I know you're not here to exchange pleasantries, Wright," he growled, "What do you want?"
The grin never left Phoenix's face. "You don't know why I'm here," he said, "Maybe I just wanted to see my old friend. It's been too long."
"We're not friends," Kristoph pointed out, "I don't even like you." Phoenix shrugged.
"We were friends once," he replied, "Are you honestly saying those seven years together meant nothing to you?"
"Yes," Kristoph snapped, "They clearly meant nothing to you. You betrayed me!"
Phoenix scoffed. "You betrayed me first," he countered, "You wanted revenge on me because a client chose me over you. I had nothing to do with that."
Kristoph huffed and looked away. "Even so," he muttered, "That man ruined my life. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now."
"You're talking about Zak?" Phoenix asked. Kristoph's expression darkened.
"Zak, Shadi, whatever he called himself," he growled, "I rue the day I met him. That I met you. I hate how smugly and soundly you defeated me. Even now you've come to taunt me."
"I didn't come to taunt you, Kristoph," Phoenix said, a frown forming on his face, "I just wanted to talk to you."
"I have nothing to say to you."
Phoenix let out a long sigh. "Don't be a child," he chided, "You know it had to turn out this way."
"Did it?" Kristoph shot back, "I had it set up so that awful waitress would take the fall for you! She was trying to ruin you, Wright, she deserved to go to jail! We both could've been free! I could be with him right now, but you ruined it!"
He spotted the ring on Phoenix's finger and clenched his hands into fists. "And now you're rubbing in my face what I can never have with him," he murmured.
A guilty feeling of emptiness entered Phoenix's gut and he carefully covered his ring finger. He sighed again. "I know how you feel about him," he said, "Near the end you couldn't stop talking about him and your face would light up whenever you did. But you have to move on. You can't be with him."
Kristoph hissed and refused to look at him. Phoenix sucked in a deep breath.
"Look, what I really wanted to say is I'm sorry," he said honestly, "You really were a dear and indispensable friend to me for those seven years. I wouldn't have made it without you." Kristoph made a disbelieving noise. "I'm serious!"
"Yes, I'm sure plotting my downfall for seven years helped you sleep better at night," Kristoph muttered.
"Kristoph," Phoenix started to say, but he was interrupted.
"You knew I wanted to be with him!" Kristoph snapped, his anger boiling over, "I told you I wanted to ask him out! You even encouraged me! And what did you do? You turned around and stabbed me in the back! You got me arrested! You even developed an entire new jury system to humiliate me just to insure he would hate me! I thought you were my friend!"
"That was before you killed a man!" Phoenix shot back, "That was before you set a trap that killed a father and nearly killed a little girl! I couldn't trust you! I had to keep him away from you."
Kristoph wrapped his arms around himself and looked away. "I wouldn't have hurt him," he murmured, "I never would've hurt him. I love him." He sighed deeply. "He probably hates me now. Everyone hates me. They all think I'm a monster thanks to you. Everyone… except for my brother."
Phoenix stared at him and the sadness in his eyes. He suddenly had the urge to hug him but knew that wouldn't be welcome right now. Or ever.
"You know, despite everything that's happened between us, I still consider you my friend," Phoenix told him.
"Now, why do I doubt that?" Kristoph scoffed. He looked down at the floor. "I really think you should leave."
There was more that Phoenix wanted to say, but Kristoph had dismissed him and the guard had come back in to escort him back to his cell. With a sigh, Phoenix crossed the room and leaned over, kissing Kristoph gently on the corner of his mouth, startling him.
"I'll see you later," he said.
"I hope I never see you again," Kristoph scowled.
Phoenix watched the guard forcefully shackle Kristoph's wrists then roughly grab his arm and drag him from the room. He let out a long sigh.
"Well, that didn't go well," he muttered, "Klavier is probably going to hate me when I see him next."
…
"Hey Gavvy, what's wrong?" Gant called across the hall to Kristoph, "You look depressed. Did your visit not go well?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Kristoph mumbled as he lay on his cot. Matt drew a pouty face and tutted.
"Aw, did someone hurt you, love?" he asked, "Do want a kiss to make it better?"
"Touch me and die," Kristoph hissed.
"Who did you get a visit from?" Godot asked.
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" Kristoph growled. He turned over on the cot, just wanting to ignore everyone and leave this day behind him. He heard Matt pacing around the cell and prayed that he would leave him alone for once. It wasn't long before he fell into a troubled sleep.
He was back at the Misham trial. Everyone he knew and cared about was there, staring at him and judging him as the truth was slowly revealed. He was there. The man he loved watching him with cold, angry eyes. Kristoph tried to call out to him, to ask for forgiveness, but no sound came. Phoenix was in the gallery taunting him, mockingly saying that he had been two steps ahead of him the whole time. He looked over to the prosecutor's bench only to find that his brother had turned his back on him. Kristoph crumbled as the judge brought his gavel down, declaring him guilty and sentencing him to death. He woke just as hundreds of guards came out of nowhere to grab him.
He woke with a start, jolting slightly. For some reason, Kristoph had a hard time breathing when he woke up. He also didn't feel well rested, which to him meant that something must've woken him during the night besides just his nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he found the answer to both riddles.
Matt Engarde was on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing him deeply. While this in of itself was unnerving, what disturbed Kristoph the most was that Matt was only in his underwear; his jacket, shirt, and pants discarded on the floor. He was making weird moaning sounds and gently rocking his hips into Kristoph's. And right now he was working on trying to get Kristoph's clothes off.
Instant panic started to fill him. How was he supposed to get this man off him? He could feel Engarde shove his tongue into his mouth, which did not make things any better. A deep shudder started to make its way up Kristoph's spine. He wanted to shove Matt off him but he didn't want to… touch him. But if he didn't do something soon Engarde would have his shirt open.
With a moan coming deep within his throat, Kristoph pulled his sleeves up to cover his hands. Then he pushed against Matt's shoulders and bucked his hips up, throwing his assaulter clean off him and hard onto the floor with a thud. Kristoph rolled onto his side, panting loudly, and glaring down at the man.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he growled, "Are you fucking insane?"
Matt grinned up at him, not looking ashamed at all. "I couldn't help myself," he said, "You just get my rocks jumping."
Kristoph narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm not going to let you get away with this," he warned, "You're going to pay for this."
"Oh, I'm sure I will," Matt replied with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows.
Groaning, Kristoph rolled over and turned his back on him. Why did it seem like everyone was determined to make him miserable today?
I think I'm going to end the chapter there. I know it's shorter, but it's an important chapter. Also, I couldn't think of what else to do with it. Anyway, please leave a comment!
