So, this chapter we're going to see Klavier's take on the entire affair thus far. He's going to have some interesting things to say about his feelings for Apollo. Also, we're going to get to see one of his weekly chats with his brother, so hopefully that will be fun.

Chapter Four – Are You a Shy Boy?

Klavier

I pushed my chair away from my desk with a sigh that was half-way between annoyance and sheer bliss. It was impossible for me to concentrate on work. Not with the night before still replaying over and over in my mind. I couldn't even put anything from that night into words – it was just… wow.

I'll admit that I had grown a crush on Apollo from the moment that I had laid my eyes on him. When I met him in court, that tiny crush blossomed into something more. I felt a burning, undying passion for him. A passion that I had never felt with anyone else. I couldn't stop thinking about that spitfire of an attorney.

And then there was the sex. I have done it with both men and women before, but they usually ended up being one night stands and kind of disappointing. Maybe it was because I didn't have the same feelings for them like I did with Apollo. The best way I could describe our night together was "magical."

It shames me to admit it, I had kind of deceived him when I invited him to dinner. I was grateful to him for getting my friend off the hook, it was true. But, honestly, I just wanted an excuse to take Apollo out. I was tired of my obvious (well, I thought it was obvious!) flirting getting nowhere with him. But even I had never imagined how the night would end.

Ok, so here's how I had imagined the night going. I had imagined picking him up and taking him to a nice, romantic (but not too romantic) restaurant. We would talk, laugh, get a little drunk and have a wonderful time. I would get to see him finally start opening up to me about his likes, dislikes, hopes and dreams. Then, at the perfect moment, I would confess to him how I felt about him. Then I imagined him either backing away in horror or smacking me across the face. No matter how I worded it.

Maybe I had messed up in telling him how I really felt about him, but I didn't think he would kiss me back. I definitely didn't think it would lead to me waking up in his bedroom with my arms around him.

I couldn't stop smiling. I closed my eyes to memorialize my memories of the night before and the morning after. I loved the way he moved underneath me; the feeling of him in my arms; the sheer erheiterung of being inside him. If that hadn't gotten my feelings across to him, I don't know what would.

"Hey!" said a sudden voice right next to me, startling me out of my thoughts. "Earth to fop! Is anyone home?"

I nearly jumped out of my seat and turned to see the Fraulin detective standing next to me, eating snacks and glaring down at me. She had a folder tucked under her arm and she looked like she had been standing there for at least a minute or two.

"Guten Morgen, Fraulin," I greeted wearily, well aware of her dislike for me. "Is there something I can help you with?" She gave me a look.

"What's with that big stupid grin on your face?" she asked instead of answering. "Did you get laid last night or something?"

"Why, yes actually," I replied, the smile returning to my face. "It was a very magical night. I think there might be-"

"I don't care," Fraulin Skye interrupted, pulling the folder out from under her arm. "We got more information about the security guard. Apparently he was only there as a favor for the head of security at the Dome. He usually worked down at the prison yard."

"Really now?" I replied, taking the folder from her. "Now that's interesting."

"We're going to bring in the head of security for questioning," she told me, looking away. "I didn't really trust him the first time, and now Apollo's proven that he was lying on the stand. He has a lot of explaining to do."

"If you're showing me this, does that mean I'm going to be prosecuting the rest of the case?" I asked, realization hitting me. She scowled, which told me all that I needed.

"Unfortunately," she grumbled. I gave her my best apologetic smile. I couldn't help it. Even Fraulin detective's sour attitude couldn't bring me down today.

"Well, thank you, Fraulin, for keeping me updated," I told her earnestly.

"Whatever," she mumbled before turning on her heel and marching out the door.

I stared after her before sliding my chair over and plopping the folder onto my desk with a sigh. Great. Something else for me to be unable to concentrate on. I really should have been focusing on work, but it was hard to do when I was on cloud nine. I just hoped this security guard case would be enough to help me focus.

I decided to put my love on the back of my mind for the moment and start reading through Fraulin's findings. I have to say, this security guard, one "Night Stick," did not lead the most interesting life. It made me wonder why someone would want to murder him in the first place. Perhaps he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I wondered also why the head of security at the arena would lie about the tape. If he wasn't the murderer himself, he was definitely helping out in some way. Though, I really shouldn't be jumping to conclusions. Still, he was incredibly suspicious.

I read over the case three or four times, not really registering a thing that was written. My head was just too much in the clouds. Maybe I should go for a walk to clear my head or something. I thought about calling Apollo, but I had a feeling that he wouldn't appreciate me calling him in the middle of work because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, I almost didn't hear the soft knock on my door. I probably wouldn't have heard it if I had actually been blasting my music as usual. But my office was silent today. Silent enough that I nearly jumped out of my skin when the knock happened.

"Eingeben!" I called out, trying not to clutch at my chest.

With a knock like that, I had expected Herr Edgeworth or Fraulin Skye to be at the door. I certainly hadn't expected Apollo to be the one standing at my door, looking awkward. I practically leapt to my feet when I saw him.

"Herr Justice!" I greeted happily, going over and hugging him. "It's so good to see you! Come in to my humble den! Make yourself comfortable!"

"Thanks," he muttered, still looking uncomfortable. "I actually can't stay long. I still have paperwork waiting for me back at my own office." He went ahead and sat down on a nearby couch anyway, giving it a look. "Nice couch," he commented. "Is it new?"

"Ja, it is," I replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Do you like it? I saw it online and thought it would be a nice touch for my office. You know, give guests a place to sit."

He was silent for a long moment, staring down at the floor. His nervousness was starting to infect me as well, and I was feeling uncomfortable now.

"Is there something wrong, Schatz?" I asked eventually. He flinched before taking a deep breath. I was starting to think that he didn't even rehearse what he wanted to say before coming here. A sudden thought occurred to me and it sent a shiver through me.

"So…about last night," Apollo started hesitantly. Oh dear. He finally looked up at me. "What we…did…that was a…one time thing…right?"

And just like that, my heart was shattered into a million pieces. One moment I was laying in cloud nine; next moment, I was crashing down to earth. Of course Apollo thought it was a one night stand! Why would I make him think any different? It's not like I had actually told him how I felt about him!

I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to shout out my devotion to him right then and there. I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing more than to call him mine. That nothing we did last night or that morning had been an accident and that it had been the greatest moments of my life. But I couldn't. I couldn't even form the words.

"O-Of course it was just a one-time thing," I eventually managed to choke out, fiddling with the many rings on my fingers. "Why would you think any different, Forehead?"

From the way he had phrased the question, I had expected him to look relieved or even angry, but instead he looked almost shocked. He suddenly grabbed his wrist and gave me a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

Wait a minute! Mein Gott! What if Apollo thought I just considered him another number now?! What if our relationship suffered because of this?! He would think that I was just like every other rock star and that I was just using him for sex! He was going to hate me!

"N-Not that it wasn't amazing!" I said quickly, trying to keep my voice level. "I mean, it was more of a spur of the moment sort of thing, really. I mean, our friendship is way more important to me, and it's not like I regret last night or anything, just as long as you don't or…"

I cut myself off as Apollo flinched. He kind of looked like he was in physical pain and I had no idea why. He was still clutching his wrist and I wondered if that was a nervous habit of his or something. It was so cute the way he flinched like that and WHY HADN'T HE SAID ANYTHING YET!? WHY WASN'T HE SPEAKING!? Had I said the wrong thing? What was wrong with me?!

"Prosecutor Gavin," he said, snapping me out of my incoming panic attack. "Did you…think there was something more? It wasn't something you had planned out…was it?"

I scoffed, not looking him in the eye.

"Of course not," I replied. "I wouldn't do anything to deceive you, Herr Forehead. I swear to you it was all just a moment of passion."

He was staring at my hands for some reason. It took me a moment to realize that I was still playing with my rings. I don't know why he was fixated on that.

"Gavin…" he started, but I had enough. If he was in the room for a moment longer, I wasn't going to be able to keep my composure.

"Herr Forehead, you can think whatever you want about last night," I snapped. "But I have a lot of work to do and I need to concentrate." Shocked, he slowly stood and I started ushering him out the door. "Thanks for dropping by, Forehead," I said, my voice starting to shake.

He gave me one last confused look before letting out a defeated sigh.

"I'll see you later, Prosecutor Gavin," he said softly. Then he turned and left without another word. I closed the door after him, trying not to slam it. Then I pressed my back to it, slid to the floor and silently wept.


I decided, once I was able to pull myself together enough to actually appear presentable, to take the rest of the day off. There was no way I could concentrate on work anymore, and I had already been having trouble concentrating. I barely even had enough energy to pick myself off the floor.

I wasn't even aware that my hog was taking me towards the prison until it suddenly loomed into view. I figured I would vent my problems to mein bruder since I was there. Kristoph wasn't the most sympathetic person in the world, but he was usually at least willing to listen.

He only looked mildly surprised when he was led into the visitor's room and shackled down to the table. I couldn't blame him. It wasn't the weekend, when I usually visited, and I should have been at work at this time.

"Klavier," he greeted calmly. "Is something wrong?" I looked at him.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, even though I knew exactly why he would say that.

"You look like a mess," he said simply. "It's not even the weekend and according to the clock, you should be at work right now." He gave me a look. "So, what happened?"

I stared down at the table, not quite sure how to put my sadness into words. Kristoph knew of my crush on Apollo. He also knew of my hopes to take Apollo out on a date and confess my feelings to him. How did I tell him that I both succeeded and failed at the same time?

"This is about Mr. Justice, isn't it," Kristoph said, as if reading my thoughts. I looked up at him, surprised. It hadn't even been a question. He just knew. "Did you finally tell him how you felt and he rejected you?" I flinched.

"Er, not exactly," I replied. He let out a long sigh.

"Tell me what happened then," he said after a moment.

Anyone who did not know my brother would have thought he sounded disinterested or even like he was annoyed. It was a simple mistake, really. My brother had that sort of tone most of the time. But I knew my Kristoph well. I could tell by the slight lift of his voice that I had his full sympathy. To my knowledge, there were only three people, including myself, who could read Kristoph's emotionless face and voice and be able to tell what he was actually thinking. The other two were Apollo and Herr Wright.

So, I knew that mein bruder really did care as I told him what happened. I told him how Sparky had been accused of murder, how Apollo had immediately taken his defense and how he had managed to get him acquitted. I told him how I convinced him to let me take him to dinner and what happened afterwards. His eyebrows lifted a quarter of a centimeter when I described our night of passion. It was when I had to tell him about Apollo coming to my office where I started to hesitate, not wanting to voice it out loud and make what happened a reality.

Kristoph listened quietly the entire time, his eyes trained on me. When I finally finished talking, he silently sighed and shook his head.

"So he came to you asking about the night before and you straight up lied to him," he sighed. "Klavier, I thought you were better than this. Why didn't you just tell him your true intentions?"

"I don't know," I said, miserably. "He asked me if what we had was a one night stand, and I guess I panicked. Plus, I was on the brink of tears and I didn't want him to see me burst out crying." He sighed again.

"Klavier, that was probably the worst possible way you could have handled that situation," he said, still shaking his head. "And shoving him out the door before he was even finished talking to you probably didn't help. Christ, you didn't even get to the 'I hope we can still be friends' part of the conversation!"

"Thanks Kris, but you have to make me feel worse," I mumbled. "I know how badly I screwed up. I just want to crawl into a hole and die."

He reached out a comforting hand, but it was held back by the shackles around his wrists. So, I stretched out my hand for him and he gave me a smirk.

"You really have it bad for Mr. Justice, don't you," he said in a soft voice.

"You know I'm in love with him, bro," I replied in a softer voice. We were both silent for a long moment before he finally spoke again.

"If you want my advice," he said. "I recommend talking to Justice. And I mean really talk to him. See if you can't at least still be friends. And really define where you'd like to go from here. Because all this dancing around and deceit is not going to end well. Believe me; I would know better than anyone."

I opened my mouth to reply, mostly to state that killing two people was not the same as being secretly in love with someone, but at that moment the guard came in and barked that our time was up. Kristoph rolled his eyes and let go of my hand.

"Don't think you can skip visiting me this weekend just because you're here now," he warned as the guard started un-cuffing him from the table. Before he left, he turned and gave me one of his half-smiles. "I love you, you traitor," he said. I smirked.

"I love you too, you convicted murderer," I replied with genuine warmth. Then he was dragged from the room and I was left to stew in my own thoughts.

I'm going to end this chapter here. Poor Klavier was not prepared for any of that. I hope I ended it on a nice enough note. We're going to be switching back to Apollo's view point next chapter because he has some things to say about their conversation.

I have a lighter job now, but I'll also be working on my novel, so we'll see how quickly I can get future chapters out to you. And that includes all my other fanfictions as well. I have to work on them too. So much to do, so little time…