I'm sooo sorry for loing wait! I've been listening to songs from The World Ends With You and songs sung by vocaloids... And writer's block. I'm sorry if the quality of this one is really bad, that's what happens when i try to write and I can't.

"This! Is! A! CRIME! SCENE!!!"

"Fraulein, no need to yell at them. They just want to meet me."

A frustrated yell erupted into the air as the disgruntled detective threw her hands into the air and glared at her 'boss'.

"You fop! There was a murder, don't be so mellow!"

He grinned at her, clearly enjoying toying with his co-worker. "Nein, Fraulein Skye, perhaps you should be less verkrampft1?"

"What?"

She was about to prod him for the answer when she heard, "Hey you! Old lady in the lab coat! Get away from our Klavier!"

She froze. 'I am SO NOT old. I'm only 25!' "Alright, who said that?"

She turned around to face the crowd as a teenage girl with flaming red hair wearing very tacky clothes stepped forward. She waltzed up to Ema and popped her gum. Loudly. Right in her face.

'Remember Ema, no killing! You're a detective. Keep calm.'

A warning sign must have gone off in his head that Ema was losing it because he started to walk forward towards the pair. "Excuse me, Fraulein."

The red headed girl gaped and eagerly said, "Oh my God!! Are you talking to me?!"

Ema rolled her eyes.

"Yes," he said with a chuckle. "My friend here, Detektiv Skye, was merely trying to do her job and so am I. Is it possible for you and your friends to leave the area? I'll be sure to sign something for you later."

She bobbed her head up and down like a penguin. Turning around, she shouted, "Come on guys! Klavy's gonna sign our stuff later!" A cheer went up and they left the area loudly.

"Do you honestly like being so famous?"

The question seemed to catch Klavier off guard, as he had been starting to get back to work inspecting the crime scene. "Is something the matter?"

She shook her head, "No, nothing." She looked away for a moment and popped a snackoo into her mouth, munching slowly and quietly.

She shivered suddenly, the crisp spring breeze blowing through her worn out lab coat. She was rubbed her arms to keep warm when she felt a heavy, warm coat fall onto her back.

"Are you still kalt2?" Klavier grinned as he crossed his arms, watching Ema blush as she realized that Klavier was being nice to her honestly and truly.

But of course, Ema is Ema, and she replied, "Could you stop with the German? It's weird listening to you speaking English and then there's a German word just sprinkled in at the end."

"Then would you like me to speak in all German? Haben Sie wissen, dass Sie schön, wenn Sie in Not3?"

"…What? No! Just, I don't know speak normally then."

He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. He leaned in close and whispered, "You are very beautiful."

Her face grew hot and Ema ducked her head down, the prosecutor's large purple jacket obscuring the bottom part of her face.

She turned away from him, looking at stuff on the ground and subconsciously walking around. She could hear the man's shoes on the ground, a rhythmic march on the concrete sidewalk.

Still without looking fully ahead of her, she walked forward until she felt a pair of hands shoving her back. "W-what?"

Again in front of her was the girl from before, makeup thick and heavy, hair unruly and wild.

'Why, oh WHY does life seem to hate me so much?'

"Oh. Why are you still here?"

Ema shot her a glare. "Why am I here? I'm working here!"

The girl 'hmph'd' and spat her gum onto Ema's heels. 'Is she trying to be an ass?'

As Ema made a disgusted face she failed to realize one of the other fan girls holding a cup. A cup that flew from her hand onto the detective's green vest.

It splashed onto the ground, spraying the area in a cold, chocolaty, thick liquid. Ema, using her powerful scientific mind, determined that it was a chocolate milkshake, like the ones that she had with Klavier.

"What the hell?!" She stepped back and took out of bag of snackoos, and chucked a handful at the crowd. They hit their heads with a small 'ka-tonk'.

The leader girl growled, "That hurt, you know."

She decided to be a little kid, just this once. Ema stuck out her tongue, and replied, "Well you deserved it."

"Damen4, are you fighting again?"

They both looked towards the owner of the accented German voice and the mob sighed in unison, eliciting the older lady to roll her eyes.

"Fraulein, I thought I asked you to leave the area. Ema," he stressed her name, "was working, as you know."

Afore mentioned girl nodded her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She felt Klavier lean next to her shoulder and whisper, "Now play along. This will get them away, I guarantee." She nodded ever so slightly.

Now smirking at the jealous redhead, Ema felt herself be turned around. Tan arms wrapped themselves around her thin body and her head turned up, looking into the man's eyes.

Smiling, he leaned down and took her mouth with his, enveloping them tenderly.

She smiled into the kiss, half because she was sure that Red Head's face was priceless and half because she was enjoying the intimate moment.

They broke away slowly and she looked at the teenage girl. She was right, her face was hilarious looking. Her mouth was wide, opening and closing which resembled that of a fish. Her green eyes were bugging out of her head, and disbelief was evident in her expression. Turning quickly, she walked away as fast as she could, the posse behind her following suit.

"How did you know that they would do that and not kill me?" She giggled.

"I've been famous for quite a while now, Fraulein. I'm used to it." He smiled. "And though I like it very much, I think I'll have to get used to your kissing."

She playfully punched his arm. "Don't push it, you glimmerous fop."

1.) tense

2.) cold

3.) Did you know that you're beautiful when you are in distress?

4.) ladies

I hope you liked it. BTW, my family went to visit colleges for my brither so we went to Worcestor Polytechnic Inst. in Massachusetts and they have a foam sword fighting club. EPIC WIN.