Klavier hummed to himself as he revved his motorcycle. He hadn't been able to get any information out of Apollo, but he had looked over the facts of the day and he knew for sure Apollo hadn't gone to the office early. It wasn't that hard to ask Blackquill to get Athena to tell him.
"Apollo? Well, no, actually. he was a few minutes later than I was getting to the office today." Athena had said when she showed up for a lunch date with Blackquill.
"Really? Did he saw where he had been?" Klavier asked.
"No, just that he was with you... Was he not?" Athena asked.
"Nein... I was just curious what time he got there." Klavier had seen the look on Athena's face. She could tell he was lying. But Blackquill had ushered her away before Klavier could be questioned.
Klavier sighed softly as he started towards driving. He wasn't ready to go home yet, and he knew if he wasn't there Apollo would be able to take Vongole out quickly. He took a deep breath. He had more than one idea now, and it all lead to the same man.
Apollo holding him the night before. Slipping out before he had to. Avoiding Klavier's questions during lunch. Lying to Athena.
Klavier slowed to a stop and looked up at the one building he had grown to hate more than anything, and locked his bike before heading inside, barely having to talk with the guard before being led to the back and stopped in front of Cell 13.
"... I was waiting for you to visit me." Kristoph didn't even look over. He didn't have to. "Apollo was here this morning... Or did he not tell you?"
"Kristoph." Klavier stared at Kristoph as his brother looked towards him. he hadn't changed. His hair was still perfect- Klavier imitated the style but it was a lot looser and carefree, his hair was pretty unruly- and his nails looked freshly painted.
"... Is that it? Did you just want the answer on where he had been?" Kristoph walked slowly over to the bars. "... Why don't you step in and sit down so we can talk? Or, did you make that red suited monkey come here?"
"Don't insult Apollo, Kristoph." Klavier growled. "He put you where you belong."
"Oh?" Kristoph stared emotionlessly at Klavier.
"... A new case has come up." Klavier blurted. "One of your old ones."
"... They're getting all my cases looked over." Kristoph nodded. "And you're prosecuting them."
"One. I realized after it was yours... Apollo's been called into work, I don't know if it's the same case or not." Klavier looked away, and paused as Kristoph pulled him closer and whispered in his ear. He jerked back, staring at his brother. "... You..." He shook his head. "Kri-"
"I'm done talking now, Klavier." Kristoph looked away. "... Go back to Apollo." Klavier swallowed as he stared at Kristoph. "... Just remember, dearest brother, I have never lied to you." He added as Klavier slowly left, the question echoing in his mind as he left, feeling Kristoph's eyes on him.
Klavier couldn't go home yet. Apollo would know something was up. The blonde got on his motorcycle again, and took a deep breath. He revved the engine and took off.
He didn't know where he was going exactly, he just needed air. And space. What Kristoph had whispered could crash the entire case down on everyone's head. A turnabout itself. But Klavier wasn't sure he was willing to take the risk it would cost to gain that turnabout.