AN: Hello! I hope you all had Happy Holidays and a great New Year! I would have had this up sooner, but I ended up sick and tired for a freakin' long time. BUT! We're back. So I hope you enjoy this chapter because things are heating up as we move on full steam ahead. In fact the next one should be where we see the beginning...of the end or perhaps the start of something new. So as usual, hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading, following, faving, and reviewing because it really keeps me going! Today we have some German involved, so here are the translations for you.
Translations:
Wie süß. Ich bin fast beeindruckt - How cute. I am almost impressed.
Sie bewegen sich sehr schnell- You move fast.
Mein Gott- My God.
Ich will dich- I want you.
Jack54311: Yep! Lyn's probably rubbed off on him a bit. And well, we knew at least one person had to recognize Samurai Dog man hahaha. Yep, it should be a year before he ends up in the slammer. When it happens, it probably will be. Thanks!
A-nervous-fan: Yeah, I think we could use a break from everything going wrong hehe. Glad you liked it. I feel like prosecutors would check out their peers' trials, especially the newer ones. Then there's also people being curious about how a particular prosecutor holds up. Hahaha yes, puns forever.
sailor winx: Yeah...she'll see it eventually, though. Very true. And it's funny that you say that about Klavier hehehe... Simon would be too.
Spacegoodra: Glad you think so !
Lt. Cmdr. Jonathan Miller: I feel there's a playful part to him that doesn't come out often because he's so wound up. It's a bit early to say, but there's a chance of it.
NNinja: It was a for a few people, not just you, who ended up asking the same thing in the past few chapters. I hope that didn't come across as mean! I just wanted people to know. Hehe nice ;). Glad you enjoyed it. Well we'll be headed back into the real deal after this one!
Atami-chan: Loool, yes. Glad you liked it! Samurai Dog man is a-okay :D. For the time being hehe. Thank ya!
DJJ680: Muhahaha I fooled you...
OBSERVER01: Glad you liked it! ...It had to happen at some point lol. Who would forget a Samurai Dog ;)? And I can see it. Yes, petty is the way to go haha. I think by the end he was a champ xD.
bwburke94: Very, very, very true... That's why this bit is the last hurrah before shit starts getting real. Hope you had a nice Christmas!
Guest: Yayyyy. I'm happy you liked this one :)
Hellfire000: Haha, glad you enjoyed it! It was fun to write :)
Helsy: I am so glad you liked it haha. And maaaaaaybeee ;). Thank you! Then I will be interested in seeing your reactions to this chapter if you ship them haha.
AceAttorneyFantic: Actually, I never thought about it, but that's an interesting possibility!
January 1st, Time ?
Monolith Hotel
"Ugh…" I ran a hand through my hair as I forced myself up. I tried to lie in bed for some time, but the stupid sun was shining through the window. Why did I leave the curtains open? I didn't remember doing that.
But then again, I didn't remember getting into bed either. I groaned as I rubbed my temple, noticing my glasses were still on, head feeling as though it were being attacked with a jackhammer. On the stand to my right, there was a tall glass of water that I snatched up and chugged down. It would definitely help end that dry mouth sensation.
I set the glass back down on the stand and wiped my mouth. Feeling crappy would be an understatement, when I felt like shit and probably looked like it too.
(Maybe splashing water in my face would help make me feel less crummy.)
I climbed out of bed as slow as a snail, dragging my feet to the bathroom. Without a thought, I grabbed the door handle and pushed in. I had one foot in the door, but stopped short. In front of me was the bare chest of a man.
"Whoops," I said as I was shutting the door. "Didn't mean to walk in on you-"
Wait. A. Minute.
Why was there some guy in my bathroom?!
I opened the door again, looking more closely. Yes, this was definitely a man in front of me, sopping wet, just out of the shower, towel wrapped around the waist. I could do nothing but stare at the toned figure and the piercing gray eyes and hair before it dawned on me.
"...Miles, what are you doing in my bathroom?" I asked unsure of where exactly I should be looking. Or what I should make of this.
"You're in MY bathroom," he replied.
"What? No, this is my room-" I paused. "Ohhhhhhh. You normally have your curtains open, don't you?"
"Yes."
I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. "Ahaha...yeah that makes sense."
He was glaring at me. "Do you mind?"
"Huh?"
"I want to dry off, you dolt!"
"Oh! Right, right! Sorry. These doors should really have locks. But you know, it's not like I haven't seen you in the buff before with the whole hospital thing, so it's really nothing new."
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" Miles snapped as he turned a shade of red, looking at me with an expression that screams 'what the hell is wrong with you' before he shut the door in my face.
I stared at the white barrier in front of me. My head still felt like a mess, and I wasn't sure of anything that was going on. Why was I in HIS room? In his bed? I didn't remember too much of the previous night, but I doubted anything interesting happened... I hoped.
I moved back to the bed to try to think back. I recalled that yesterday was New Year's Eve. I had tried to convince Miles to come out with me for a few drinks, but he declined. So I had ventured out by myself and-
That's right.
It started when I had encountered a certain family...
December 31st, 9:27 PM
London
I groaned as I wandered the streets of London alone.
(Stupid bum! I can't believe he wouldn't celebrate New Year's with me…)
Miles said he hadn't cared for crowds or New Year's in general. For him it was just another day in the year. I had been amazed that he had actually partook in Christmas to be honest. He just wasn't a very festive person. When I went out, he basically just told me to be careful and to try to come back at a decent hour so I wouldn't be swallowed up by all the excitement. Hmph.
But it was no matter. I'd have a good time without that sour puss. I didn't need him to have fun.
As I watched groups of friends and couples brush by me to partake in various celebrations, I sighed. Who was I kidding?
I had thought that since I was already out, I would do my best to enjoy the holiday. So, what better way to do that by having a couple of drinks?
Well, that's what I had thought anyway.
The search for a place to grab some drinks was a bust. Every pub and bar I had been by was packed already. More and more people were flocking to establishments, with lines extending outside the buildings. I frowned, starting to make my journey back to the hotel. As I looked at the excessive amounts of people, not paying attention, I knocked into a guy.
"Oh, I'm really sorry about that-" I began.
"It is no, problem fraulein," the guy said with a faux European accent.
I froze, and looked up at the man directly. To be fair he wasn't a man...yet. But I was looking at the tanned teenaged boy, short blond hair, purple suit, boots and the G chain around his neck. The clear blue eyes looked back at me with amusement.
Oh. God. I was looking DIRECTLY at Klavier Gavin. THE KLAVIER GAVIN.
My heart was trying to break free from my chest. I could only imagine what Ema would feel like in my shoes.
(Am...I having a heart attack?)
"Something the matter, fraulein?" he asked.
"N-no. N-nothing, a-at all."
(It's okay...no need to panic...being in the presence of a rock star and all…)
I found it very difficult to raise my head to look at Klavier in the face. But not like it mattered, because the boy just bent over down to my height, and smiled with his hands on his hips. My mouth had went dry. I licked my lips. It reminded me of a boy I admired in high school. He had these pretty wide eyes and I found myself looking around everywhere else to avoid them. Yet, he'd force me to look at him. Just like what was happening right now.
And I had to give in. Klavier's air was that of playfulness and pure charisma. One could tell he was the type of person who could walk into a room and find that all eyes were on him.
He laughed. "If nothing is wrong, why do you stumble over your words?"
The fop knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying it. I didn't know how to respond.
"Klavier," remarked a stern voice from behind. "Behave yourself."
As though he emerged from the shadows, the powerful presence made itself visible, now standing beside the teen.
The man held a towering figure with broad shoulders that loomed over most anyone who wasn't 6'0. He was classily dressed in a powered blue suit with his hair styled in a long blond tendril, blue eyes covered by glasses that hid his darker intent. He adjusted his glasses, as he shot his little brother a disapproving look.
I swallowed, feeling a shudder run through me.
Kristoph Gavin.
Kristoph Gavin was right here, right now, standing in front of me...
(Okay, I was right. There was no need to panic before, but NOW it's time to panic!)
Klavier stood up straight with a laugh.
"Sorry, brother. I couldn't help it," he said throwing me a mischievous glance.
Kristoph shook his head with a sigh.
For someone who turned out to be a menace, he looked so normal. Like a regular person should. Maybe that's what made it worse, seeing that a seemingly average, if not stunning looking person could be capable of such evils. It was an interesting comparison seeing them side by side. Klavier with his flashy extravagant attitude and Kristoph with his sophistication and elegance... Like Klavier, he had a strong presence but in a different way that was prestigious, with a dash of authority mixed in with the demand for respect. Klavier radiated warmth and friendliness, while Kristoph felt so much colder. If I hadn't known what he was all about, well, I admit I would have been taken by him.
It was then the more mature Gavin noticed my presence. "Ah, Ms. Doom? Funny seeing you here."
"Y-yes," I managed to get out. I had to at least try to seem somewhat composed. "Long time no see."
He smiled, eyes closed. "Oh, much too long. What brings you to London?"
I fake smiled. "Oh, just a vacation. Need to get out of the office every once in awhile."
"Yes, yes. Very necessary. Especially when you've been brutally attacked, correct?" he asked, pressing the glasses up on his face.
A cold shiver went through me. The way he had said that was too casual. Uncomfortably so.
"Yes," I started. "It also helps when you've been penalized by the court too, right?"
He grimaced. But it was brief, turning right back into that calm gentle smile. "These things can sometimes happen when you have your client's best interests at heart."
(Best interests my ass. You got the not guilty verdict at the cost of ruining multiple lives with faulty evidence…)
"It seems you're acquainted with my brother, fraulein?" Klavier asked curiously, relieving a bit of the growing tension persisting between myself and Kristoph.
"We've been opponents in court," I said blankly folding my arms. "That's really as far as we know each other." Because I had no desire to strengthen any connection to this guy whatsoever.
Kristoph adjusted his glasses. "But seeing as you just passed the bar exam, I'm fairly certain you and Ms. Doom will have more opportunities to become acquainted at the Prosecutor's Office."
The boy smirked in response, snapping his fingers. "That sounds good to me."
"Uh, well. It was nice catching up. And nice meeting you, but I should probably get going-" I took a step away, but then stopped myself. I turned to Klavier. "Um, actually, could I get your autograph? ...Two of them?"
"Oh, you're a fan of my work?"
"NO! I-It's for a friend! I- mean two friends! It's not like I have any interest in that...teeny bopper stuff...and have all of your EP's and debut album, the special editions, and a couple of posters of you and Daryan-" I coughed. "...Well, maybe I'm a bit of a fan."
The rock star just bent over, hands on his hips and laughed at me. I flushed. Curse my fangirl tendencies. Instantly, Klavier reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out two already signed photos of him with a dazzling smiling and passed them to me. I guessed he was so used to the attention that he came prepared. "...For your 'two friends'," he teased.
"Thanks…" I muttered, hastily putting those autographs away. Ema would have killed me if I hadn't gotten anything for her. "Well, goodnight-"
The glimmerous fop, placed his hands in his pockets. "Fraulein Doom, just what are you doing this evening?"
"Uh, wandering around I guess."
"By yourself?" he questioned.
"Yeah, but there's nothing wrong with that," I said, trying to convince myself I was fine alone. Which I normally was, but being a holiday I normally spent with family or friends...well it was different.
"Why don't you accompany myself and my brother? We were going get dinner and drinks."
"Yes, I insist," Kristoph said in a honeyed voice. "No one should bring in the New Year alone. It would be a bit...sad. Or lonely. Pathetic even."
I forced a smile, to hide the fact that I wanted to punch the man. "Oh, are you really sure that's really alright? I don't want to intrude on your...brotherly bonding."
Hands in his pockets, Klavier laughed. "It's fine. I do this a lot, anyway. Bro doesn't mind."
Of course he doesn't. Mister goddamn perfect. The pros were I could be around Klavier and have someone to hang out with, but the cons was being around Kristoph who was being a passive aggressive ass... My other option was go back to the hotel and watch Miles do work.
In other words, be bored or have a night out? Clearly, being out, I wanted to stay out. But a night out with a rockstar and a psychopath...? I sighed internally. Maybe I could use this as an opportunity to figure out or at least attempt to figure out how Kristoph was like. It might help with the disbarment trial somehow.
"Well, thank you so much," I said. "What were your dinner plans? Everywhere is crowded."
Kristoph laughed as he held up his hand and shook his head. "I always book a room in well in advance, to not avoid that issue. Perhaps it would be wise for you to do the same as it's quite helpful."
(I would, except for the fact I'm pretty sure Taco Bell doesn't take reservations.)
"In any rate, we are going to the Loophole."
"The Loophole?!" I asked covering my mouth. That place was a major hot spot on a regular weekend. You'd have to fight your way in there if you wanted in, due to the high amounts of people lining up. It would almost always reach its capacity for guests allowed on the inside. I had never been lucky enough to get into the restaurant myself.
(...As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm kind of impressed.)
Kristoph looked smug. "I've frequented it a few times when I've been traveling in London."
Klavier began snapping his fingers. "Well, let us not waste anymore time."
I still couldn't believe I was meeting them now, of all times. I had only expected to encounter them in April around that fateful day, not in England.
"Omygosh! There he is!" a girl screamed.
The next thing I knew, a bunch of women were starting to run over to where we were standing. Klavier grinned, enjoying the attention, but started quick walking away towards the street, to wave down a cabbie. Kristoph and I followed behind, though not as frantically as the groupies. Because there are so many cabs in the city, getting one didn't take much effort nor time. Once the fop stopped one, he hopped in, in a flash. Elegantly, Kristoph stepped up to the door and motioned for me to enter the cab first. In my mind, I rolled my eyes, as I climbed in next to Klavier. The attorney, seated himself in the cab, shutting the door, giving one mildly annoyed look at his brother's fan club as the cab started rolling down the street.
"I wish you would attract fans of a more... calm quality," he said folding his arms.
Klavier laughed. "I cannot help that my music inspires them like that."
As the vehicle moved through the traffic, I couldn't help but feel...strange. Here I was, sandwiched between Klavier and Kristoph Gavin in a taxi. Kristoph was seated with perfect posture, legs crossed, while Klavier sat casually, legs opened up. One closed, one opened. I wondered how they lived together as brothers. Without a doubt, they looked like they were siblings, but they were worlds apart, even beyond what I already knew about Klavier being the good guy and Kristoph being the bad guy...
I mused for a while as the ride continued on.
December 31st, 10:01 PM
The Loophole
I entered wide eyed. The place looked even cooler than I had imagined. It was darkly lit, which I would have hated in a restaurant, but these lights weren't your average yellow. The lights on the first few floors were blue, red, and green, sorta like going to a concert with crazy stage lighting... The design of the floors were square on the outset, but rounded in the center as the tables were circular, seats being like wall seats...if the wall seats were rounded and very close to the table. The place was full on every floor, until we reached our top fourth floor, where only a few private parties were being held.
Kristoph had nonchalantly mentioned the change in number of guests, to which the servers had no problem with. We were led to our seats to the back of the room, with a nice window view of outside. Luckily, I sat next to Klavier on the edge seat away from Kristoph. I looked at the menu the waiter had given us. And I had no idea what the hell most of the foods listed were. I supposed that came with the territory of being a hotspot restaurant. Fancy or inexplicable foods. At least the drinks were recognizable.
When the server returned, everyone ordered their food. Kristoph, of course got this thing I never heard of called celeriac taggliatelle, with a glass of red wine, while Klavier got steak and kidney suet pudding with a beer. For me...
"I'll...just have fish and chips. And a vodka cranberry," I grinned sheepishly.
The server nodded as he took my order and left. I heard Kristoph snort.
"My, such simple tastes you have."
"So? I like what I like," I flushed slightly. "Actually, it's okay for him to drink?"
Klavier snapped his fingers. "Don't worry about me. I learned how to drink when I studied in Germany."
The older brother shook his head and frowned. "Yes, as the drinking age there is 16. In England, the legal age is 17, so long as the alcohol is limited to wines and beers it is fine."
I nodded. I had no idea. I never gave too much thought to it, considering here, I was like 24.
(...Speaking of that. I'd better keep an eye on my food and drink. I seriously don't want to get poisoned...)
Maybe I was being paranoid. But it was rightfully so. I could tell that Kristoph didn't care for me. But to be fair, I wondered if he cared for anyone, even Klavier.
"I imagine your family must be proud, seeing as how you're both so accomplished."
"They would have been if they were still around," Kristoph smiled gently.
"Oh, my apologies."
"No worries. It has been Klavier and I for a long time since our parents died."
"Ja, bro has taken care of me since I was a kid, but he doesn't have to do it any longer," the rock star beamed.
"Not for too much longer, anyhow."
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
Kristoph said nothing, but smiled.
(I guess he's still a kid after all.)
In time our food, arrived nice and hot. And I meant really hot, because I burnt my tongue on my platter. My consolation was my drink, which was incredibly sweet. So sweet, that I could barely detect the presence of vodka. Throughout the meal, conversation continued on casually. I was surprised to have learned a few things, such as how Kristoph hadn't always intended to be a lawyer, but rather had plans on becoming a doctor. He changed them once their parents died in the accident, in order to have a solid job faster in order to provide for himself and Klavier. I wondered how different things would have been if Kristoph became a doctor. Surely, he wouldn't be ruthless on an operating table, would he?
"So...rock star and prosecutor? You have an interesting career path," I said turning to Klavier.
The boy started to do an air guitar, which holy shit, I heard the sound of, as though an actual electric guitar were right in front of me.
"I was meant to make music. It would always play in our home. Day and night it was all around me. When I was given my first guitar as a birthday present, it was a match made in heaven," he pointed. "As for the prosecuting portion...it was hard not to be involved when that's all my brother would talk about and focus on during his studies."
(Jeez, he really looks up to Kristoph, huh? I'm sad he has to be disappointed.)
"Well, I've already seen your rock act. Looking forward to seeing your courtroom act," I smiled.
"Get ready to be blown away," he smirked. "Especially, when I go against you, bro."
Kristoph raised a hand up, with his arm holding it up as he shook his head. "Mhm. We shall see, if you prepared well enough when the day comes."
(Ugh. It only makes me think of how little he really cares, getting this kid's hopes up...)
Maybe, I'd fuck with him a bit.
"Actually, I'd be curious to see how you'd fare against Phoenix Wright," I said finishing my plate. "He's a good opponent to face if you're looking for a challenge."
"I believe Klavier could handle a case against him well, as his methodology consists of mainly getting lucky and bluffing."
"And finding the truth," I added. "You don't think he's a good lawyer?"
He pressed his glasses up, rendering me unable to read his expression. "I never said that. But perhaps he could be a better one by following standard courtroom procedure and fully comprehending and studying law."
(So... much shade. I can feel it.)
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Kristoph shifted in his seat as he reached into his pocket. "Excuse me," he said as he answered the phone.
"Calling so late? I do hope it's important, since I am out with company..." he pressed his glasses up. "Is that so? ...I understand. I'll be over as soon as possible."
He hung up and put the phone away in his pocket, shaking his head. "I'm afraid I'm being called away on an urgent matter."
Klavier sighed, as though he had anticipated this. "When is it ever not urgent?"
"My apologies to you both," Kristoph said as he rose from his seat, sliding his brother a card. "Take care of the bill."
Annoyed, the rock star picked it up. "I can pay myself."
"It's on me, especially as I have to go. Happy New Year," the defense attorney said cooly as he strolled out.
(Just what was that about?)
"Hmph... he always does this!" Klavier said arms folded. "And he promised me it wouldn't happen tonight."
I cocked my head. "Is he working now?"
The boy frowned. "I honestly don't know. When this happens he always says a work related matter, but..."
"...You think it's something else," I finished.
Hesitantly, he nodded. "It's not like I can prove it or anything, but sometimes I overhear those conversations and they sound more personal than work related. It's strange, but I wonder if he's seeing someone."
"Like a girlfriend? ...But wouldn't it be weird to hide that?"
"I'm not sure. I wouldn't know why he would try to hide something like that from me."
(That's interesting...Kristoph Gavin having a secret lover? I didn't know if it meant anything, but it could be useful information to look into for later.)
At least for tonight, I saw that Kristoph was basically like I thought. Very procedural. Well planned. Patient, if he was willing to be a doctor... I definitely I should never confront him directly, without any kind of plan. I'd do everything I could from afar while dealing with him.
The quiet voice spoke once again, reminding me of my current reality. "To be honest, that's why lots of times we hang out, I tend to invite other people along because I know he'll bail on me. Just like tonight."
I found myself frowning on his behalf. Even with all the attention surrounding him, I supposed that Klavier wanted his older brother's attention.
Klavier once again exhaled tiredly. "I'm sorry, fraulein. I shouldn't be ruining the mood like this."
"Hey, you might as well air your grievances before the new year starts. New Year, fresh start, right?" I smiled in an attempt to cheer the guy up.
Klavier returned the smile, doing an air guitar solo.
"It's time to rock!" he said as he ended the riff. It seemed like he had got some kind of idea.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly, as I said. Let's get this party started!" Klavier pointed at a nearby waiter who was walking back from serving another table. "Excuse me, Herr Waiter! Please bring us five round Tennent's."
The waiter nodded without batting a lash, as he left to fulfill the absurd request.
My jaw dropped as I stared at Klavier. Just what the hell was thinking ordering all those drinks?
Klavier threw his head back and laughed. "Why do you look so surprised, fraulein? I told you it was time to get this party started."
"We start by killing our livers?"
"It's the only way."
(Oh God.)
"But...isn't this Kristoph's credit card?" I asked beginning to sweat bullets.
He scowled for a moment. "I think that's all the more reason for us to live it up, ja?"
(Note: Don't get Klavier mad or he'll spend your money...)
"I don't know about this..."
"It's okay. You look like a lightweight anyway. I could drink you under the table any day."
I clenched my fists. "Hey! Is that a challenge?"
"Just a statement of the facts," he said snapping his fingers.
I glared at him. I was being baited. I shouldn't follow through on it, considering five drinks including the one I had previously might be going overboard. But one look at that smug expression on his face, was enough to push me to prove myself. As I had been in the city, I had drinks here and there and could hold my liquor a lot better than I had before. And well, fuck Kristoph. I might as well piss away his money on drinks right along with Klavier.
"Fine. I'll show you."
The blue eyes lit up. "Let's see."
When the drinks arrived, I began to see the reality of how rock stars lived. After all the plates were cleared, ten tall glasses of beer, filled to the brim, were set on the table before us.
Uh oh.
I regretted being competitive right now.
Klavier eagerly reached for a glass. "Ready?"
I picked up my own, shakily. "As ready as I'll ever be..."
He pressed his lips to the glass and began chugging. I took a breath and did likewise, allowing the mildly bitter taste down my throat, not stopping until the whole glass was emptied. By the time I set mine on the table and wiped my mouth, Klavier was on his second glass. And thus, I reached for my second...and my third...and fourth...and fifth... Eventually, ten drained glasses sat upon the table.
I was feeling light. So fluttery.
"Sooooo," a sing song voice started.
I looked up at the hottie sitting next to me."Sooooo?" I repeated.
"How you feeling, fraulein?"
"About just as good as you look."
"Why, danke..." he said smirking. "I take it, you've enjoyed the drinks, ja?"
"Mhm. And see? I'm not a light weight. I'm still standing...sitting...standing?"
"Wie süß. Ich bin fast beeindruckt."
"What the hell did you just say to me?"
I saw that his face has kinda red. "You didn't hear it?"
"I heard words. Not English words, but words."
His eyes widened as he muttered something under his breath. "Sorry."
"HA! Who's the light weight now!"
Klavier rolled his eyes at me. Soon after he had put his arm around my shoulder.
I blinked. "Wass, the big deal?"
"It's only a big deal if you make it one."
"I get it. You do this to girls all the time, right?" I nudged.
"I'm hurt, you'd ever have that idea about me, fraulein," he said lightly.
"Get some other moves okay? And come back in another 7 years," I paused. "But you know, I'm thinkin' bout someone now."
"Oh, you have a love?"
"Noooooo. I ...wish...since he's...like smart, honest, funny, handsome... kind of a dick sometimes, but I don't mind."
"Well, why wish, when you can take it?"
"Take it? Take what? His dick?"
Klavier looked at me like damn, you crazy. "Mein Gott. Sie bewegen sich sehr schnell...nein, nein."
"What?"
He shook himself out of the German. "Ack...what I mean is, just go after him. Men like when girls make the first move."
"Okay, but what do I do? I'm not that good at expressing feelings and shit," I said frowning.
"Well, use actions. Guys, unless they're like me aren't good at hints anyhow. So, you could kiss him to see if he's into it."
I stroked my chin. "Hmmmm alright. Just a kiss. I can do that. Probably."
"Oh, but don't just go in and kiss him. You have to set the mood like..."
Klavier looked down at me, without saying a word inching closer than he was. Somehow, it made me feel antsy. "Um, is this the mood-"
"Ich will dich..." he whispered into my ear lowly, tickling me with his warm breath. I had no idea what the hell he had just to me, but it got me worked up. He slowly pulled back, with a cheeky grin.
"See? Something like that? Don't just charge in."
"Er, yeah," I said suddenly feeling a lot warmer than I had been. "Not charge in. Got it."
"Good. Now, go get your man," he said patting me on the back.
"What."
"The New Year is not here yet, fraulein. What better time to make your move?"
"But what about you? You're going to be alone if I go..."
"I'll be fine. I dragged Daryan down here for a week with me, so I'll go check on him."
I gasped. Daryan Crescend. He was so cool despite being a huge dick. "Can...you tell him I said hi?"
Klavier laughed. "Sure."
"Okay! I'm going to do this! I'll see you probably in the prosecutor's office, alright?!"
He nodded. "Then you can tell me all about it."
With that I stood up, nearly falling right back down again. But it didn't matter because I made the smart move to slide out and THEN stand. Nothing could stop me now. Expect for the flights of stairs on the way out of the building, maybe but that was okay. I stood in the street, with lots of car horns blaring at me, as I waved down a cab. I was gonna make my way back to seal the deal as awesomely as possible.
January 1st
Monolith Hotel
Oh God.
The memories came flooding back.
After I returned...
I sealed something alright. Probably not the best deal...
I felt as hot as fire as I stood up, about to leave the room. To say I had fucked myself over was an understatement.
Click. The door opened up. I turned my head to see a fully dressed Edgeworth in his usual suit emerge from the bathroom.
Dammit.
There was no getting out of it now. There was no way he WAS NOT going to confront me about what I did last night... And if I was him, I'd be confronting me too.
I bit my lip as he approached me, giving me the stern expression I was so used to seeing. "Just what were you thinking?"
"I thought it was my bathroom-" I said doing my best to play dumb. It was the only way out I could think of.
"Not that," he impatiently folded his arms. "What were you thinking last night, doing all that drinking?"
I avoided the gaze, putting a hand behind my head. "I dunno. After those drinks I had, I...really don't remember much from yesterday."
"...What?"
"It must be bad if you're looking at me like that...and for me to be in your room...in your bed..." I paused as I mustered up what little courage I had to look at him directly. "...Did something happen between us?"
Of course, I knew it did. I just didn't want to remember.
Miles said nothing for the longest time. Just tapped his index finger on his arm. It was as though he were entertaining what to say, which was strange because the Miles I knew would get straight to the point.
"Nothing besides you bothering me and vomiting in my bathroom for an hour."
(What...?)
Why wasn't he saying it? That wasn't the whole story. He knew exactly what I did to him. Yet, I didn't dare open my mouth. This was one conversation I could avoid for now, thankfully.
"That and you knew Rhoda. How do you know about her, when I never once mentioned her to you?" he questioned. "You mentioned something about a big secret."
"Rhoda..." Ah nuts. I titled my head. Looks like I couldn't escape everything, but I could bullshit my way out of this one I hoped. "Okay. This is gonna sound crazy. Very crazy. But the truth is..."I took a breath. "...I have some psychic ability."
He just stared at me.
"See?" I pointed. "That's exactly why I didn't want to tell you. You'd just roll your eyes and scoff at me."
"You expect me to believe that? How do you really know?"
"I meant it," I said folding my arms. "That was my big secret. And if you don't believe me...I have a prediction for an event coming up soon."
Looking at him, I could tell he thought I was full of shit, but he decided to bite anyway. "Alright, what is this event?"
"In a month, you will be awakened in the middle of the night by an urgent phone call to help a friend in need..." I smirked. "...And if it happens you gotta believe me, okay?"
"...Fine," he said gruffly, eyeing me with suspicion. "You'd best hope it becomes a reality, lest I have to label you some type of stalker."
"S-stalker?" I began to sweat. "Listen, I'm no stalker. And I sure as heck wouldn't stalk someone like you, even if I was!"
"Someone like me...?"
"Yeah. You'd be...really boring to stalk."
He recoiled. "That's how you deem who is worthy to stalk?"
"Would you want to watch someone do regular everyday things all the time? I'd rather stalk a criminal! At least there's excitement in that..."
"And plenty of danger."
It wasn't my best excuse, but what else could I do...? And not like he had any proof of anything. Like me being an alternate reality time traveller...
"You should probably go back to your room," Miles said curtly.
"Yeah. You're right," I nodded, happy to escape my fuck up. I made my way to the door without hesitation.
I shut the door behind me. Happy New Year indeed. What a way to start it. I guessed having normalcy in my life was too much to ask for. But then again, when was anything about the life I was living normal? I sighed as I went back to my room. It would be for the best that we didn't see each other for a while...
The first thing I did upon entering my room, was heading into the bathroom to take a shower because I felt horrid. After throwing my clothes off, I stepped in, immersing myself in the warm water.
That was the last time I would listen to another drunk person, while drunk. Actually, I wouldn't get drunk ever again...but that didn't solve any problems now. I nearly blew my cover, if I hadn't already. I knew Miles didn't buy my story and even when 3-5 happened, I doubted he would then either. I just needed to get the job done. Once it was over, I could tell everyone everything. Even if they thought it was crazy. Then again...they may put me in a psych ward. I sighed. Nevermind...I'd need to think of decent ish excuses. Like a bag of excuses.
Then, I was still bothered by how he didn't even mention it...I wondered if he was embarrassed by it? Or if it...disgusted him? I frowned. I wished I hadn't. I wished I could completely forget it, but... no. If I was sober, there was no way in hell I would have done that. But...I wondered if I would have enjoyed it, if I was? ...It's not like I would ever get the chance to do that again, as if he would allow it.
Just what was he thinking? ...I couldn't ask, as I claimed not to remember. So, now I could only wonder what was running through his head. Was he taking a page from my book? Pretending it never happened, but knowing full well it did? Not wanting to deal with any implications afterwards...? If so, I couldn't blame him, could I?
I leaned my head against the wall. My inner facade of calmness had cracked.
Him of all people. I could have picked a bazillion other people to do that to, and I had to pick him. We were friends after all. They didn't just...do that. But my drunken self was all for it, ready to go all in. Then again, Miles didn't reject it either, which was strange...not like I could match up to someone like Rhoda and whoever else he saw.
I couldn't help but think I was lucky though, just thinking of the many women who would die for a chance to do that. Young, handsome, stable, intelligent, passionate, funny, kind, competent... Who wouldn't want to be with a guy like that? I would love another chance sober. Wait. I shook my head. What was I thinking? I couldn't be into him. He was a friend and teacher and besides that he was like a ten when I was about a six. Yeah. It wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen.
It was just one stupid mistake.
One that seemed like a great idea at the time.
Ugh.
My glasses were steaming up. I sighed, deciding it was time to finally leave the shower to dwell on my stupidity outside of it.
January 1st, 3:04 PM
Bean There, Done That Coffee Shop
There were only a few people in the shop at the moment, so it was relatively quiet minus the soft music playing on the radio. I looked down the tea in my paper cup, before taking a sip of the Earl Grey. I didn't feel like staying in my room after Lyn had left.
One day into the New Year and I was already mentally exhausted.
It was fair to say that she was an absolute nuisance. My day would have been completely fine if not for her bringing her reckless behavior right to my door.
December 31st, 11:32 PM
Monolith Hotel
I had sat at my desk reading one of the comics Lyn had given me for Christmas. It was well drawn, but absolutely ludicrous in terms of the plot.
(This crossover is ridiculous! I don't believe the Steel Samurai could be bested by the Jammin' Ninja so easily.)
I had been content to stay in today. I wasn't much of a drinker, besides maybe an occasional glass of wine here and there. Generally, I preferred being at home as opposed to going out every night. So when, Lyn asked for me to accompany her for the holiday I declined; the ice rink would be the only thing I'd suffer through this month. I had offered her the opportunity to stay in and do something together, but she chose to wander out instead.
I continued to leaf through the pages. There wasn't anything better than a calm, quiet, evening-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
My body jerked up as I turned my attention to the door. Just who was banging on my door like some deranged lunatic this late? I shoved the comic into the top drawer of my desk before I stood up. The obnoxious knocking continued, as I hesitantly pulled the door open.
"Yo! Wassup Miii-illllessss!" the girl asked rather loudly.
My deranged lunatic was Lyn, it seemed. And something was clearly amiss. The banging on my door, the bloodshot eyes, the over the top greeting and the swaying from side to side unable to stand upright indicated that she was inebriated.
"You're back already? It's not even midnight," I remarked.
"I couldn't wait! I missed youuuuu!"
Before I could even respond, Lyn charged directly at me as she wrapped her arms around me. I was overwhelmed by the powerful scent of alcohol. I sighed. I had, unfortunately been correct. I was dealing with a drunk. So much for my relaxing evening...
Once she let go, I decided to shut my door to prevent the noise escaping into the hallway. "Just how much did you have to drink?"
"Uh..um...one, two, five," she said pointing to only three fingers. Heavens help me, she couldn't even count properly.
I grabbed an unused glass from my nightstand, and then entered the bathroom to fill it up with water. I tried to pass her the glass. "Drink it."
Lyn shook her head. "That's the devil's drink."
"It's only water."
"And I don't drink it! It's evil!"
I had no words for that. How could anyone not drink water? Just how dehydrated was she? "...I'm just going to leave it on my stand in case you change your mind."
"Hey. Hey. Hey. Guess what?" she asked tugging my sleeve.
I had a feeling I didn't want to know, but I decided to bite. "What?"
"You know I would walk a thousand..." she giggled trying to complete the sentence. "...Miles just to see you tonight."
I cringed. She broke out into a fit of laughter, unable to contain herself. Her puns were terrible enough as it was, but it seemed alcohol only made them worse. I noted to never let her consume this much around me ever again.
When she finally stopped laughing at her abysmal pun, she staggered to my bed and lied flat on her back looking up at the ceiling. I didn't know what would come next, but at least she was on solid ground. Her balance was already poor to begin with and the alcohol wasn't helping.
"I wished you were there when I saw the snake today..."
I raised a brow. "A snake?"
She sat upward, clutching the blankets on the bed. "Yeah! A real slimy snake! Like why would Kristoph Gavin be in London anyway? Freakin' creep!"
That didn't sound good, especially when she was intoxicated. "I hope nothing of an aggressive nature transpired." Lest, she look for a decent attorney to help counter an assault charges.
"Bah! The only aggressive thing was how he said I was a loser! But...it's okay. Because I got to meet his brother!" she rebounded with a grin.
"His brother?"
"Yeah! Like the concert I went to before? Klavier Gavin, Kristoph's younger brother. Not only is he a rockstar, he's also now a prosecutor like us!"
"I see," I said tapping a finger on my folded arms. "Then, what's this brother like?"
"Is that even a question?" Lyn huffed. "He's funny and nice...and hot! Incredibly HOT!"
(...Why did I even ask?)
The woman laughed. "But it's okay, you don't have to be jealous. He's not as hot as you!"
I recoiled, as I felt the warmth spreading across my face. "W-what?"
"Huh? Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?" She stood up, stumbling up to me with a look of curiosity, placing a hand on my chest stroking it lightly.
"I..." I had forgotten what I was going to say, the sensation of her touch distracting me.
"Have you ever been with a woman?" Lyn asked lowly.
Just where was this coming from...? "I have on occasion, but why does it matter-"
She pulled back with a smirk. "Really? Are you sure? I thought you might be gay."
"Ngh..." I folded my arms. "Well, for your information I'm not."
(Leave it to her to hit on me and then go right into insulting me...)
"Where's your evidence?" she demanded.
"What? How would I even prove that?"
She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and then gave me a mischievous smile. "Sleep with me."
"W-w-w-w-what?!" my face must of been the shade of a tomato at this point! "That's ..."
The woman, looked a bit less playful and more confused. "Huh? I just said I wanted you to sleep with me. That's it."
(Does she not think that's a huge thing to ask of me?!)
"Lyn, you're drunk...doing that type of thing..."
"Oh!" her eyes lit up and then she laughed. "No, I meant, I wanted you to sleep with me. Not sleep with me. What kind of girl do you take me for?"
(...An incredibly frustrating one.)
She chuckled to herself. "But you weren't kidding?"
"Why is it so hard to believe? Yes, I've been with women. The last one I was seeing was an airline stewardess."
"Oh, I know, her name was Rhoda...I hoped you banged her in the air at least once!"
"LYN!" I covered my face, in a feeble attempt to hide the steadily growing embarrassment. Whether for myself or Lyn I was unsure.
The girl shrugged. "What? That's what I would have done..."
I paused. How had she known Rhoda's name? That couldn't have just been a lucky guess.
"How did you know her name was Rhoda?" I asked.
"Ohhhhhh. Well, I guess that's for me to know and for you to never ever ever ever find out!"
"But I have never once mentioned her to you."
Lyn cocked her head to the side. "Well, it's my biiiiiiiiiiiiggggg secret. But I'll give you a hint: I can see things! In the past and future hehehehe..."
(A big secret...? it'll probably be best to inquire about this when she's sober.)
"And what about you? Since you're so interested in my affairs, I think it's fair I hear of yours."
This time she threw her head back and laughed. "Like, my luck with dudes is like...as good as finding water in the Sahara! I'm totally dried up. I'm so awful, it makes Larry look like a pickup artist in comparison!"
"...Never, ever, compare yourself to that man. Even if you are in dire straits."
"Heheh you're so mean."
"Not mean, just honest."
She went on to ramble about how her luck was gonna change soon as she traversed her way back to the bed, this time sitting down on the edge of it. I wondered why it was that some who drank copious amounts of alcohol turned into Chatty Cathy's. Yet, this wasn't the worst experience I'd dealt with, so I couldn't complain too much.
I recalled the New Year's Eve where Detective Gumshoe insisted I accompany him on a night on the town. Suffice to say, it had turned into a complete train wreck of an evening, which involved me watching the detective have a bit too much to drink, cry excessively, and then vomit all over me in a disgusting bar bathroom. I had the added bonus of being the designated driver and taking him back home too. A night on the town indeed.
After about ten minutes, Lyn had sprung up from the bed.
"Oh! I almost forgot that's it almost time!" she said tripping over her own feet to turn on the television, flicking it to whatever station she was looking for.
"Time for what?"
She rolled her eyes before she returned to her spot on the bed. "Gosh, you're so daft sometimes, Miles! Midnight! The New Year, duh!"
That's right, it was almost that time. On the screen, was the countdown timer, down to one minute, images of people waiting to see the start of the New year. I was about to return to my seat at the desk to watch, but Lyn excitedly patted the spot next to her, for me to sit with her. I obliged as she smiled at me. Once I was settled, her eyes were glued to the TV set, eagerly anticipating the end of this year. It amused me that someone could continue to be excited for something that always came and went, but I didn't deem it a bad thing. I wished I could muster that type of enthusiasm sometimes.
"5...4...3...2...1! Happy New Year!" TV blared as brightly colored fireworks crackled by Big Ben.
Lyn raised her hands into the air. "Woo! Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year, Lyn."
Lowering her hands back to the bed, I felt something touch me- her legs yet again brushing against me. It would always happen when we were sitting next to each other. Though, this time I noticed something more. She wore nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans tonight. The jeans were a far cry from the looser sometimes baggier pants she would wear. Despite having a petite figure, I saw that she had been hiding some rather wide hips and long legs. I imagined she would look nice wearing skirts and dresses more often to accentuate the fact.
"Hey...just what are you looking at so much?" she asked somewhat shyly.
I flushed slightly. "...I just thought you might considering investing in a dress sometime."
The self consciousness turned into something more mischievous. "You saying I'd look good in a dress?"
"I suppose so."
Lyn responded with nothing more than a smirk. Somehow the air in the room felt charged. My body tighten, mouth going somewhat dry as I looked back at her. Neither of us spoke. Then again, I was wrong. She was speaking to me with her eyes, with a look I'd never seen from her before. The look a predator has before sinking its fangs into its prey. One of complete hunger.
And I couldn't get away.
Slowly, she edged closer to me, reaching for my face with those small hands. When they grabbed hold of my face, I felt this surge of nervous energy pass through me, as though her touch were electric. Long fingers trembled as she leaned in closer, looking at me with such intensity that stopped any movement on my part. I felt like statue, left to wonder if I was still breathing.
Only inches away, I'm submerged in the scent of alcohol and the dizzying sensation of hands upon my face, unable to focus on anything else. It's then, she closed her eyes and brought her lips against my own.
There were things I didn't understand- why she was doing this, why this was happening, or why I hadn't even attempted to stop this.
But there was one thing I did understand:
Lyn was kissing me.
Kissing me with her cold, but soft lips. She was kissing me.
And for some reason, I didn't mind.
When she finally pulled away, we both get some much needed air.
She looked at me with a toothy grin. "Um, whatcha think?"
What did I think? I didn't know. I didn't know what to think. I was still reeling.
Yet, before I could even muster any type of response, abruptly Lyn stood up, making a run for the bathroom. "A-actually, hold that thought. I really gotta go!"
And...the rest of the night went downhill. After not returning for a good fifteen minutes, I checked on her and found her kneeling on the ground into the toilet vomiting. Only God knows how grateful I am that it was the toilet. Because if she didn't...the possibility of what could have been would have been a true horror story that would have haunted me for life. After a good hour of that, she eventually passed out on the toilet seat. I would have taken her back to her own room, but I realized how terrible it would look like if I carried an incapacitated woman out of my room. So, annoyingly I gave up my bed for the night, and settled to sleep in my chair. And by sleep, I meant do anything but sleep and spend the whole night wide awake and thinking.
I ran a hand through my hair, in a feeble attempt to shake the memory from my mind. Because I barely slept, that damn moment was playing in my head like a song on loop. Or perhaps it was the other way around.
I took a long sip of my now lukewarm tea, which if not finished soon would become iced tea.
My dilemma was simple. No, anything but simple. If Lyn hadn't remembered the kiss why should I bother mentioning it? Yet, it was the only thing on my mind and that was frustrating. I despised when such matters took up head space.
Why hadn't I tried to stop her? I knew she was drunk. It would have been the more mature and sensible thing to do. But I didn't. And I wondered if it was because I wanted it to happen.
As time had passed, I started noticing more about her, maybe more than I would have liked to suffice for a simple friendship... I did enjoy her company, even if she annoyed me at times. It wasn't uncomfortable to be around her, like some others I had encountered.
I should bring it up. But...
I clutched the cup a bit tight. It'll look absolutely foolish if I do. She'll wonder why I'd do it in the first place. She was drunk. It probably didn't mean anything. Did I want it to mean something?
I've heard that whilst intoxicated, people can spill lots of things they think about but never act upon. Could that have been one of them ?
I need to bring it up. I knew I should. But...it was uncomfortable to get so close to someone like that. To make myself vulnerable. No. I wouldn't risk the chance of looking like an idiot. At least not any time soon. I still needed to figure out what happened...what I even felt about it all.
And then there was the whole issue of how she knew anything about Rhoda. I didn't buy the psychic excuse at all. Yet I had nothing to confront her with at the moment for whatever secret she was hiding away.
But I'd figure it out with due time.
I just needed to give everything some time.
Evidence:
Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.
Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.
Profiles:
Maya Fey: Age 19. Probably my best friend at this point.
Miles Edgeworth: Age 26. A good friend, even if he's a bit of stick in the mud sometimes.
Detective Gumshoe: Age 33. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.
Larry Butz: Age 25. My favorite wannabe casanova.
Judge: Age ?. Old timer judge. No one know his real name.
Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.
Phoenix Wright: Age 26. The man I'm supposed to be saving. Pretty awesome dude.
Franziska von Karma: Age 19. Whip happy prosecutor who came to our rescue.
Shi-Long Lang: Age 26. A totally badass Interpol agent.
Simon Blackquill: Age 20. A weebo prosecutor who's really nice.
Ema Skye: Age 17. The scientific fan girl who I hang with.
Klavier Gavin: Age 17. Rock star and new prosecutor. I'm totally not a fan.
Kristoph Gavin: Age 25. Called the 'Coolest Defense Attorney in the West'. He makes me uneasy.