I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen in this chapter. Oh well. Let's get into it.

Also, I'm going make a reference to an old British sketch comedy show that I love, so if you don't get it, sorry! If you do, however, I love you.

Chapter 9 – Make Things Wrong

"Apollo! Schatzi! You've been ignoring me ever since I got here!" Klavier whined as he slumped in front of Apollo's desk. The lawyer sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Don't you have anything better to do than hang around and bug me?" he asked, "I'm really busy today. I have a bunch of reports to file and Mr. Wright got a new case."

"You can do that while still talking to me!" Klavier argued, "Herr Edgeworth hasn't given me any new cases recently and filing reports for old ones is boring!"

"You'll get over it," Apollo said, not lifting his eyes from his computer screen, "Why don't you go talk to Athena? She's not doing anything important."

"Um, excuse me!" Athena called indignantly, "I am very busy over here! I have to write the report for the last case we did because you dumped it on me, remember?"

Apollo blushed slightly. Now that she mentioned it, he did remember doing that. But that was about a week ago. She still wasn't done? It didn't take that long to write a report. He didn't say this out loud, though, as he knew Athena would probably karate chop him in the throat or something if he did.

A moment later the office door burst open and Phoenix entered with Trucy right behind him. "Hey guys!" he greeted, "I'm back!"

"Hey boss!" Athena returned, "How did the investigation for the new case go?"

"Hm, yes, about that," Phoenix stopped and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "Er, the new case has actually been stolen."

"Stolen?!" Apollo asked in disbelief.

"Mmm. By Marvin Grossberg," Phoenix replied.

"Again!" Athena snarled, slamming her fists down on her desk. Phoenix gave them all a sheepish grin.

"Well, I say 'stolen,' I actually lost it to him in a game of backgammon," he admitted, "And even now he is preparing the case that we were to present to court tomorrow. So, there's that."

Klavier blinked at them all in shock. "Is this something that happens often, Herr Wright?" he wondered.

"More often than you'd think, Gavin," he replied. He then opened his mouth as if to tell him something, but then seemed to decide against it and closed it again. "So, I guess we're just organizing files for the rest of the day, then."

"I guess so," Apollo muttered.

"Well, now that your case work has just lightened, you can afford to talk to me, eh, Forehead?" Klavier asked hopefully. Apollo sighed.

"Not really," he replied, "I still have a ton of work to do."

Klavier pouted, puffing out his lower lip and putting on his best sad face. Apollo rolled his eyes. "You're not going to change my mind, Prosecutor Gavin," he said.

"Ach! You wound me, Forehead! I thought we had gotten to a first name basis, but I see that I was wrong!" Klavier whined in an overdramatic way, throwing an arm over his eyes.

"As long as you keep calling me 'Forehead,' you're 'Prosecutor Gavin,'" Apollo countered. Klavier dropped the theatrics.

"Fair enough," he said, "Anyway, I have to go visit my brother, so I should probably get going." He flashed Apollo a charming smile. "I'll see you later, schatzi." He gave him a wink then sauntered out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Athena started giggling. Apollo, Phoenix, and Trucy gave her a confused look.

"What's so funny?" Apollo asked.

"Oh nothing," Athena chuckled, "Just something he said."

"What did he say?" Phoenix wondered. Athena continued giggling and didn't answer.

Klavier was shocked and surprised when he saw his brother in such a depressed state. He was slumped over with his head in his arms and a sad look in his eyes and didn't even greet Klavier when he came in. He rushed over to the table to Kristoph's side.

"Kristoph! Mein bruder! What's wrong?" Klavier exclaimed, "I haven't seen you look so miserable since we were teens!" Kristoph let out a heavy sigh.

"I've been having a really lousy week," he mumbled, "Wright came to visit me yesterday and that brought back rather painful memories and emotions."

"Herr Wright?" Klavier said, "Why would he visit you?"

"To torment me," Kristoph replied over-dramatically, "To remind me of my failures as a human being." Klavier frowned and pressed himself against his brother.

"Are you alright?" he asked, "What did you talk about?"

Kristoph made a disgruntled noise. Klavier held up his hands. "All right, you don't want to talk about it," he conceded, "Did anything else happen?"

"Yes," Kristoph whispered, "Last night I had a nightmare. And when I woke up… Engarde was trying to molest me." Klavier immediately tensed up and felt his anger start to boil.

"WHAT?!" he shouted, "Why? W-Why would he do that? Y-You reported him, right?"

"Of course I did," Kristoph hissed, not lifting his head from his arms, "I reported him this morning to the prison warden. And you know what? He didn't care. He told me to 'suck it up.' When he said he wouldn't do anything about it I even threatened him, warning him that my brother is a prosecutor and I would sue. He said I don't have any proof and I should shut up 'like a good little prisoner.'"

Klavier felt his anger starting to pour over. "Diese bastarde," he swore heatedly, "If they think I won't take action, they have another thing coming!" His tone quieted and he looked sadly down at his older brother. "Don't worry, Kris. I won't let them hurt you."

He leaned over and pulled his brother into a hug. Surprisingly, Kristoph reciprocated it, squeezing Klavier tightly.

"I hate it here, Klavier," Kristoph murmured, "It was more tolerable when I had my own cell, but that horrible guard won't even hear me out. And it's like he's trying to abuse me or something. And Engarde keeps sexually harassing me, but no one will do anything about it. I wish I could get out of here and just live with you again. Remember that? When we use to live together sometimes?"

Klavier couldn't help but smile a little. "Those were the good ol' days," he agreed, "If I had known all of this was going to happen I would have relished them a lot more, ja? Don't worry, bro. I'll do everything I can to make sure they stop abusing you. Even if I have to pull a few strings." He gave him a gentle squeeze. "I love you, Kris."

"I love you, too, Klavier," Kristoph returned earnestly.

After embracing a moment more, they separated and Kristoph adjusted his glasses. "Before you leave here, would you do me a favor?" he requested.

"Of course," Klavier replied.

"The prison recently got a new doctor, so could go make sure he has all of my medical records?" his brother explained, "And if he doesn't, could you get them from my former doctor? I'm starting to run low on my medication and I want to make sure he knows my perscription."

Klavier gave him a small smile. "I would be happy to, bro," he said.

Very few people knew that Kristoph suffered from depression. Klavier often wondered if Wright or Apollo or any of Kristoph's former employees ever knew. The Gavin's family doctor had diagnosed him when he was fifteen and Klavier was eight. At that time Klavier didn't understand why Kristoph had suddenly become so sad and despairing all the time. Kristoph himself had to explain it to him as their parents didn't want to admit there was anything wrong with their perfect son. But as they grew up and into adults, as long as he took his meds, Kristoph managed to hide his depression well.

Now Klavier wondered if he might need a stronger prescription soon. All the torments of prison seemed to be bringing his depression back.

They didn't get to speak any longer as Howe came back in and forcefully dragged Kristoph from the room. Klavier glared at him the whole time. He had half a mind to report that awful man to the higher ups.

He made his way back to the lobby and asked where he could find the doctor. He was escorted down several hallways until he reached a door labeled "Doctor's Office." Music that sounded a lot like "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies" seemed to be playing from inside.

"Just go right in," the guard who escorted him said, "He should be right inside."

Klavier thanked him before quietly knocking on the door and heading in. The doctor was at a large medicine sorting through the medications inside and had his back turned to Klavier. When he turned around, Klavier was temporarily stunned.

This guy looks just like my brother! He thought, Only with brown hair and somehow more sinister. I don't know why I get that feeling, though.

The doctor smiled pleasantly at him. "Good afternoon, sir. My name is Dr. Iwamine Shuu, the prison doctor," he introduced, "How may I help you?"

Klavier continued to stare at him for a few more seconds before he suddenly remembered why he was there. "Oh! Um, my brother wanted me to make sure you had all of his current medical records," he explained.

"Hmm… is your brother Kristoph Gavin, by any chance?" Shuu asked.

"Ja," Klavier replied, "He's my older brother."

"I thought so," Shuu hummed, "You two look a lot alike." He moved over to where his files were and started sorting through them. "Ah yes, here we go. Yes, it seems he's due for a refill on his medication. I recently performed a check-up on all the prisoners so the rest of the record is up to date. I'll be sure to call the pharmacy to put that order in."

"Danke," Klavier murmured and turned to leave.

"Actually, before you leave," Shuu called, "Since you're his brother and all, I was wondering if there's anything I should know about him before you go? Anything about his medical history that's not in the report?"

Klavier stopped and thought for a moment. "Well, I don't know if he'd want me to tell you this, but he seems more depressed recently," he told the doctor, "Life in prison doesn't agree with him, but ever since they gave him a cellmate his mood has gone downhill. Maybe you could increase his prescription a little bit?" He sighed. "I worry about him."

"I understand," Shuu said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"Danke, doctor," Klavier replied. With that, he quickly left the room and the prison. He would have went back to the Prosecutor's office, but he had to talk to a certain defense attorney about something.

"I'm telling you, Apollo, if came to that, Santa would easily take the Easter Bunny in a fight any day!" Phoenix argued stubbornly.

"Well neither one exists anyway, so why are we discussing this?" Apollo wondered, "Besides, this has absolutely nothing to do with what I asked in the first place!"

"Oh. What was your question again?"

Before Apollo could answer, the office door slammed open and a very angry Klavier stormed in. For once, he totally ignored Apollo and stomped right up to Phoenix.

"You!" he growled, pointing an accusing finger in Phoenix's face, "What did you do to my brother?" Phoenix blinked several times at him.

"I'm sorry? What did I do?" he inquired.

"You tell me, Herr Wright!" Klavier hissed, "Kristoph told me you visited him yesterday and tormented him with memories of the past. Of his failures. And now he's really depressed. What did you say to him!?"

Phoenix's eyes widened and he casted a quick glance at Apollo, then Trucy and Athena. "It wasn't my intention to upset him," he said, dodging the question, "I just wanted to see if we could reconcile a little, but it didn't really go well."

"I'll say," Klavier scoffed. He folded his arms and glared at Phoenix. "Please do me a favor, Herr Wright, and don't go to see him again. I don't know if he would be able to take it."

"Noted," Phoenix sighed.

Klavier nodded and turned to leave, but then suddenly he caught sight of Apollo and went over to him. A charming smile entered his face as he approached.

"Guten tag, Forehead," Klavier greeted, "How are you?"

Apollo sighed. "I'm still busy, Gavin," he said, "I can't really afford to talk right now."

Klavier frowned. "You never have time for me, schatzi!" he whined, "It's like you don't care about me anymore!" Apollo rolled his eyes.

"Well, if you would stop coming by while I'm working," he pointed out.

"So you're saying you do want to hang out with me?" Klavier asked hopefully.

Ack! Why did I say that? "Klavier, can I please just get back to work?" Apollo begged.

"Of course, schatzi," he replied, smiling that charming smile, "We must have lunch together this week. Then we can talk about your coworkers behind their backs."

"Excuse me?" Athena called from her desk.

Klavier winked at Apollo. "See you later, schatzi." And without giving Apollo time to reply, he left. Apollo slammed his head on his desk.

"What did I just agree to?" he wondered.

I'm trying to set things up for the future in a way that seems natural and not too obvious. Hopefully that'll go well. I'm usually more of a spur-of-the-moment writer and am not used to writing mysteries. So this is a new experience for me. Anyway, please leave a comment while I work on the next chapter. Also, finally got to the second game with my friends. Which means hopefully I'll be able to write Richard Wellington more accurately.