I need to write a timeline for this story or something so I can better get a grasp on what I want to do to get to the main plot. But until I do I guess I have to wing it.

Chapter 11 – Quite the Connection

Klavier lay awake in his king sized bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had started to feel quite lonely recently. He hated going to bed alone every night and he really didn't want to fill that loneliness with random hookups. When he was younger and felt lonely he would crawl into Kristoph's bed and snuggle up to his older brother and fall asleep. Obviously, this was no longer an option.

Sighing, he got out of bed and wandered out to his living room. Klavier didn't live in a house, he lived in a penthouse apartment which suited him just fine. He remembered how Kristoph used to own a house all by himself (well, himself and his dog) and wondered how he kept himself from going insane. Then again, Klavier did stop by quite a bit and he remembered how Phoenix Wright seemed to be at Kristoph's house ninety percent of the time. Now that he thought about it, Wright had probably been there all the time to…

"Aw damn it, Herr Wright!" Klavier cursed out loud, "Why did you have to reveal that to me?"

With a loud sigh, he flopped down on his couch and stared at the phone. Was there anyone he could call and talk to at this late hour? He wasn't sure who would be awake right now at one am. Who did he most want to talk to if they were awake? A single person came to mind and Klavier dialed his number, hoping he was still awake.

"Hello, Apollo Justice speaking," the slightly tired but clearly awake voice sounded. Klavier grinned to himself.

"Hallo Herr Forehead," he greeted, "I couldn't sleep and I was wondering if you could help me out." He heard Apollo sigh-groan.

"Really? You didn't have anyone else you could call except me?" he wondered.

"Not really," Klavier replied, "Kristoph and Daryan are in prison and my other two bandmates moved to different states. And detective Skye doesn't like me. What I'm saying is I don't have as many options as you think I do, Forehead."

"Mmrph," was Apollo's grumbled reply.

"So, what's up?" Klavier asked brightly. Apollo made some incomprehensible noise.

"I was reading through some past case files," he answered at last, "I couldn't sleep myself and sometimes reading through them helps me nod off."

"Ooh! Any we worked on together?" the prosecutor wondered excitedly.

"No. They're files I got from your brother's office when it closed," Apollo explained, "I got them because no one else wanted them. Well, Lus seemed determined to try to keep everything for some reason, but I managed to get the case files."

Klavier had no idea who "Lus" was, but he figured he was someone whom had worked for Kristoph. "Which case are you looking at?" he decided to ask.

"It's a case Mr. Gavin and I worked while we were in New York City," Apollo told him, "We were on a business trip and we happened to stumble upon a murder while we were there. Mr. Gavin knew that the young lady accused of the crime was innocent, so he took her case."

"How did he know that?" Klavier wondered.

"Well, we met the woman on a subway train and she didn't seem like a killer," Apollo answered, "But that's not all. The murder took place at a station where we happened to get off at. When we came across the crime scene, the victim, who was apparently her ex-boyfriend, had been shot and she had blood on her dress and hands. The gun was laying a few feet away, but there were no fingerprints on it. That's what made Mr. Gavin wonder if she had really done it."

Klavier thought about it for a moment, trying to recreate it in his head. "I'm guessing the blood on her dress was blood splatter from when the victim was shot," he said.

"Yup."

"Ah! I see!" Klavier exclaimed, "The woman couldn't have fired the gun or wiped off the fingerprints because she had blood on her hands! If she had, there would have been blood on the gun!"

"Exactly," Apollo said, "That's what Mr. Gavin said as well. And the woman was really shaken up about it, too. She told us that she had gotten off the train and was heading back up to the streets when she was confronted by her ex. He started yelling at her, saying they should get back together when suddenly a shot rang out and he fell over, dead. Then a gun was just thrown in front of her and she heard someone running off."

"Wow," Klavier murmured, "So, did you guys win?" Apollo scoffed.

"Of course we won!" he huffed, "It's Mr. Gavin! Before that trial, have you ever known your brother to lose a case?"

Klavier couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Ja, you're right about that one," he laughed, "Kristoph always bragged to me how even the Great Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth couldn't match up to his win record. The douche."

Apollo suddenly made a strange sound from the back of his throat that sounded like an attempt to contain laughter. "Did you just call your brother a douche?" he asked.

"Ja?"

Suddenly the other end of the phone was filled with laughter and Klavier had to hold his phone away from his ear. He smiled slightly as he did so. Well, if nothing else at least he finally got Apollo to laugh at something he said.

The two stayed up talking for quite a while before they both fell asleep on the line.

Kristoph had a headache. Tigre and Atmey had been shouting at each other for two hours straight about who-knows-what and it was getting on his nerves. What were they even arguing about? Why weren't their cellmates doing anything about them? Or the guards?

"Ugh, my head," he groaned quietly, "It feels like it's going to burst."

"Problem, handsome?" Engarde called from across the cell. Kristoph rolled his eyes.

"It's none of your business, Engarde," he growled. He flopped down on his side with his back turned to Matt. He really didn't want to deal with all of this right now. Why wasn't anyone shutting those two up?

Suddenly there was a loud whack and Luke was silenced. Kristoph breathed a sigh of relief, though he didn't know why von Karma didn't do that earlier. Or Gant could've made Tigre shut up. Would've saved him a lot of torment.

When they were let out for lunch, Kristoph was rather surprised when Daryan and his cellmate joined them. Didn't Daryan kind of hate him? Or seemed to at least?

"Hey guys!" Grant greeted, "What's up?"

"This one wouldn't stop nagging me to be more 'sociable,'" Daryan growled, dropping his tray on the table and sitting next to Luke Atmey. He nodded at his cellmate who sat across from him.

"And who might you be?" Godot wondered, "I don't recognize you at all."

"It doesn't matter who I am," the cellmate replied, "All you need to know is that I've done some horrible things and I'm paying for my crimes."

"Won't tell us, eh?" Gant said, "Well we have to give you a name, so I'll just call you Misty!"

"Wait! Don't tell me!" Godot exclaimed before Gant could say anything further. He folded his hands in front of his face and thought for a moment. "You're calling him 'Misty' because he's mysterious and won't tell us anything."

"Hey! You're really good at this, Waiting!" Gant praised.

Someone shoot me, Kristoph thought to himself. Matt had managed to worm his way back to sitting next to him, pressing hard against him. And Sahwit's elbows were digging into his arm.

"Misty" sighed. "Fine, call me what you want," he said, "I just wish to maintain peace while I serve out my sentence."

Kristoph really wondered what this man's backstory was, but it was clear he wasn't going to give them anything. He probably didn't tell Daryan anything either. Not that Crescend would talk to him anyway.

"You remind me of Godot here," Redd White said loudly because he had no volume control, "Acting like you're not preposterously upset at being here! You can't possibly enjoy it!"

"Who said I enjoy it?" Misty wondered, "I simply said I want to maintain peace. Wouldn't want to devolve into one of those cliché prison brawls." He cast a look at Daryan.

"What? What did I do?" he asked with a slight snarl, "I've just been minding my own business!"

Kristoph scoffed. "Yeah right," he muttered, "And attacking me." Daryan glared at him but said nothing.

"You know, maybe we should get an anger management group started in this prison," Gant offered, "I know Tigey here would benefit from it and from what I've seen you have a pretty short temper, Chrissy!"

"I do not!" Daryan snapped at him.

"This prison doesn't really seem to be sufficiently staffed or stocked with the resources we need to rehabilitate when we get out of here," Misty muttered, "I wonder why?"

They were all silent for a moment, contemplating. Then Atmey suddenly shouted, startling them.

"Zvarri! I've got it!" he exclaimed.

"And what've you got, Atoms?" Gant wondered.

Luke gave him a confused look for a moment before speaking. "They're doing it on purpose!" he concluded, "They're purposefully purloining people to prolong our stay here and make sure we never get out! And if we do we're put right back in! Zvarri!"

"Ignoring the fact that 'purloined' doesn't mean what you think it means," Godot commented, "I think you're a little off the mark there, Atmey. They may just be understaffed."

"You mock me, counselor, but I know I'm right," Luke scoffed.

"I don't know," von Karma muttered, "He may have a point. The man may be a kompletter dummkopf, but judging by the way the guards treat us, he may not be too far off the mark."

"Thank you," Luke said, proudly lifting his head.

Kristoph rolled his eyes and said nothing. It's not like any of this mattered to him. He was never getting out of here anyway. Unconsciously, he rubbed at the back of his scarred hand, the one that had given him away to Apollo. If it weren't for being found guilty of Misham's murder, he might've stood a chance of someday leaving this place.

When Kristoph allowed his mind to drift back to what the others were saying, he was startled to find they had somehow switched to a completely unrelated topic in the span of ten seconds.

"I'm telling you! It vas destiny!" von Karma was saying, "The elevator doors opened, Gregory Edgeworth was laying there unconscious, and there was a gun! I had to do it!"

"Wait, when you told this story before you said you shot him in self-defense," Richard pointed out, "Now you're claiming it was destiny. Which is it?"

"Ja," von Karma replied simply. They all stared blankly at him for a moment before he continued. "Anyway, the gun was right there! What vas I supposed to do?"

"Oh I don't know, not shoot him?" Kristoph answered sardonically.

"Pah! You are all dummkopfs!" von Karma scoffed, "I dare any of you to look me in the eye and tell me I'm crazy!"

"You're crazy," everyone at the table said at once.

"Bah!"

I was going to add more, but I think this is a pretty funny way to end the chapter. While I was writing this, I did type up a document of things I need to have happen before the main action of the story and thankfully it's not a lot and there are multiple things that can happen in a single chapter. Which means we're finally getting close to the main story! Whoo! Anyway, please leave a comment or an orange because I like oranges.