The Melody of Logic II
Michiyo Ichimaru
Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
Klavier/Apollo

And there was more!

This trend of cases with musical background was starting to annoy Apollo. In all honesty, very little of the subject made sense to him. He had never studied it intensely, so to be truthful, everything his client was telling him now just sounded like mindless banter without much meaning.

After all, what did he know about how you open a grand piano to project the sound? Why would he understand the layout of one enough to understand why it was impossible for the stick holding the lid up not to have killed the victim? There was no reason to believe his client was just lying, but at the same time, he wondered why he sounded so certain…

His partner Trucey, looked just as stunned and clueless. "Don't look at me! My dad's the piano player…" Actually, that was a lie too. Wright probably knew as much about playing the piano as Apollo did… and that meant that the best he could play was likely something like Row Your Boat or Mary Had a Little Lamb.

It was uncomfortable, and highly unusual, but these were the times when it was good to know he knew SOMEONE who could explain this, should he choose to. Now, whether or not he could count on the rock star to answer was a completely different situation. They were on opposite sides.

But there was one thing he was sure of… and that was Klavier's pride in his band and his musical ability. That played into Apollo's advantage in this case. If he could just get him talking, it would be easy to sway him into answering his questions.

Still, getting him started may or may not come easy… Apollo was willing to take that chance.

"Uh… h-hey. Are you in there, Mr. Gavin?" Apollo asked politely, knocking on the door. Trucey suggested just banging the door down, but Apollo would have none of that, even if it would have been highly amusing to see his assistant and rival fight for a while. He knew Trucey wouldn't last long against him… her admiration for him was too great…

Klavier opened the door with a huge grin on his face. "Come in, Justice. Oh! And Trucey too! I guess I can't hope that this is your attempt at a nice get-together, huh?" He was grinning triumphantly, knowing that he had read Apollo right. "Let me guess… it's about the case? Only time you want to see me is when I'm of use to you, huh… you're so cruel."

It was meant to be a joke, but a hint of discomfort radiated from deep within his words. He also sounded hurt. Apollo wasn't good at acting impulsive, but part of him really wanted to play the part of the friend, just coming to visit because he wanted to. Those kinds of thoughts rarely got acted upon, but he wondered vaguely if he could pull it off.

"Well… uh, actually… no. No! My client told me everything I needed to know. We have enough information from his testimony to disprove the police's claims." After the stuttering, it almost sounded confident. Klavier also seemed to believe it for all it was worth, although he would never be so reckless as to jump right in. He was reckless, but… not THAT reckless.

"Are you saying… you really just came to see me?" Klavier asked in disbelief. Apollo blushed and looked the other way.

It was really difficult to think with the musician staring at him that way. "Well… we were finished, and I didn't have anything to do, and… you were the first person I thought of. I know we don't have much in common, but I figured we could find something to talk about."

Klavier chuckled. "You get points for sweetness, Justice. Alright. You wanted to have a friendly chat? Just for the heck of it? Well, here's a random tidbit pulled out of thin air for you that you might not have known…" his grin had grown considerably.

"A Grand Piano designed like this one… can't possibly kill someone with the lid-propping holster. It defies Physics."

Apollo laughed nervously. "So the notes of truth play again, eh? What gave me away? My stage fright?" both of them laughed at the terrible joke. "My song probably sounded terrible." Apollo added, feeling regret and remorse. Even though he felt this, Klavier seemed happy.

"No… it was… sweet."

Good intentions are like lyrics with hidden meanings of love, beautify and truth.