So I had a request from an anonymous reader to write something about Ema Skye (in the AJ era). Unfortunately, I wasn't supplied with a situation and I haven't played any of the games for about a year, so I'm having difficulty thinking of something. I WILL get round to it, but I'm too busy with uni to do a play-through just now, so until something comes to me I'll go on with my other requests. Many apologies!

If possible, requests should come with a vague idea of what situation you're interested in, for the above reasons. Thanks, and enjoy!

Klavier
(For kittycatty0328)

I have a confession to make...

He was my idol. I didn't want to be like him, I wanted to be him. My brother. Eight years older than me and the best at everything. When I was nine, he was seventeen, and I was driven about in my big brother's new car feeling like a king as my friends watched in envy - they still had to go places with their parents. Kris took me to amusement parks, movies, funfairs, you name it. He was the best big brother ever. Of course, half the time our parents had to persuade him to take me, but I didn't know that then, and I doubt it would have lowered him in my estimation if it did. I adored Kris with every fibre of my being, and copied everything - his hair, his tone, his clothing style. Everything.

When he was twenty-one, he became a lawyer, and the next year he went off to America to try his luck there. I was fourteen when he went, a young, attractive, talented guy who had by now come into his own. I dressed differently from Kris now, and I had taken up singing and guitar, both of which I may say I rocked at, and, as everyone knows, still do to this day. Our hairstyles still remained markedly similar, however; despite our age difference, some have mistaken us for twins upon a quick glance. Past the stage of idolising, and into the stage of rebellion, I no longer wanted to imitate my brother - I wanted to best him. My parents were always comparing us, and I was held in a negative light in my father's eyes compared to studious Kristoph, although my papa would never admit it. So I began training, at fourteen, to also be a lawyer. I don't think either of my parents took it very seriously. Kris was very supportive, but I doubt even he took it quite as seriously as I did. I didn't want to be a defence attorney, oh no. I trained to be a prosecutor, in the hopes that one day I could take my brother on.

I didn't see much difference, really. Defence attorney, prosecutor, what difference was there, when the two were supposed to work together? All that matters is the truth.

Anyway. When I was fifteen, I was introduced to Daryan, on a trip over to see Kris. We became friends quickly, and kept in touch when I went back home. It was Kristoph that introduced us, actually; he was acquainted with an aunt of Daryan, who happened to be visiting his office that day. I wonder if he knew. That one day, I would join him in the US for good. That one day, Daryan would...

Well. That's when we began writing songs together, and a couple of years later, the Gavinners were created with three of Daryan's friends. We couldn't, of course, perform, but I was all set - next year, I was moving there with them, to follow our music dreams. Kristoph smiled when I told him, but reminded me lightly that I would have to choose; one or the other. "No man can protect the law and 'rock out' at the same time, Klavier," he told me with that gentle smile of his.

"Being in court is the greatest rock session of all, brother, ja?" I replied. He rolled his eyes at me, but said no more about it. I'm certain he didn't believe I could do it, but I did. I passed the bar exam and became Prosecutor Klavier Gavin, and I picked up a mike and became lead singer of the Gavinners. I - we - went to the top almost immediately. I am, perhaps, a little cocky, and it began to irritate my brother. He told me to choose, English or German, when I was speaking. But I didn't want to. It was too...proper...for Klavier. Kristoph was smart and professional in court, but I was not Kristoph.

I was seventeen. A fool. I still truly adored my brother - of course I did, he was Kris! - despite our opposing personalities. We fought for the same cause, held the same ideals, I thought, I knew. I loved him more than anyone, trusted him more than anyone, so when he came to me and told me that Phoenix Wright was a dirty forger I didn't stop to think that there was something wrong with the situation. You all know the story of what happened next, of course. The infamous Mr Wright lost his badge and Zak Gramarye disappeared and left his girl behind. And Kristoph came out on top.

Kris started his own law office around then, aged twenty-four, and given his repute at his old job, they flocked to him, old clients and new - everyone that Herr Wright would have otherwise been defending. And Kris changed.

I tried to ignore it. It was a gradual thing, over seven long years, so small, so unnoticeable if you didn't know him well. But I did. He was paranoid. He didn't sleep as much, didn't open doors without checking who it was first, didn't answer calls if the number wasn't recognised. To the outside world, Kristoph Gavin was an exemplary character, impeccable in his manner, but to his little brother he was a man with something the matter - a darkness that I couldn't even begin to penetrate.

I never mentioned it more than once, because he went crazy when I did. The Gavinners' popularity and my brother's law career both soared, and we remained as close as possible, but there was this tension between us that hadn't existed before. For the most part, though, we were normal. I still looked up to him. I still loved him.

And then Shadi Smith died. I didn't want to believe it; how could I? Kris? A murderer? Never! I half-believed that he had done it. Phoenix Wright I mean. He'd done it and tricked this greenhorn into thinking it was Kris. That's what I wanted to believe. Then I met Apollo Justice and I knew the truth.

Herr Forehead, I call him. He may be fun to tease and a little slow on the uptake, but I knew immediately that he knew the truth when he saw it, and I knew what my brother had done. So when Apollo called Kristoph to the stand during Vera Misham's trial, my heart stopped.

I objected. What could I do? I didn't - I couldn't - see this happening. For Kristoph to be imprisoned for the murder of a random stranger was one thing, but this...but I looked across the room and saw Apollo Justice staring right back out me and I allowed him to do as he would.

That trial...it was monstrous for me. That man, on that stand...Kris? It couldn't be. Kris never looked so cold, Kris never...I could barely form a coherent sentence the whole time, until the very end, when he thought he'd won. My brother mocked the defence attorney, told him he could never get him. And I...I stepped in. My brother? No. A coldhearted killer sat in his place. I reminded them of the jury, and he broke down.

The laugh afterwards was...terrible. But I watched coolly as they lead the insane man away. And he lives to this day, languishing in a cell until it's his turn to be killed. I visited him once, with the little fräulein. That was horrendous, but we helped each other face our demons, and I told my brother goodbye. I never went back. He's still there, I know. He's asked for me. But I won't go back. Kristoph Gavin will rot in his cell for his crimes, be executed for the murders he's committed - of Drew Misham, Zak Gramarye, an attempt on the life of Vera Misham...and the death of my brother, Kris.

...my brother died a long time ago.

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