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Uninvited ~Dahlia/Kristoph~ 04/28/09

Thu Apr 16, 2009 11:10 pm

Pearls1975

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Title: Uninvited
Author: Me, myself, and I
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama
Status: Not Complete
Pairing: Dahlia and Kristoph

Summary:

Spoiler: for T&T and AJ

Inspired partly by Alanis Morrisette's song of the same title, and by my 'love/hate' relationship with these characters.
Not Beta-read. I have FULL intentions on finishing my other fanfiction. However, Dahlia and Kristoph weasled their way into my head, and I simply could not say no. I have a goal of finishing this in three chapters, we'll see how well that works!

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hotblooded woman
I simply have wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
Your uninvited
An unfortunate slight.
Verse one of 'Uninvited' by Alanis Morrisette.

Spoiler: Fascintation

Kristoph adjusted his glasses as the guard led him through the state penitentiary. He had been through several prisons in other countries and they were all the same; gray concrete with no heartbeat or presence. The nameless and the heartless all resided here.

What surprised Kristoph the most when they rounded the corner, was the bright red hair. He always had a penchant for women with red hair, but this one also had a presence about her that was unmistakable. The woman was reading and playing with her hair, as if she had not a care in the world. His world went into slow motion when he spied that red hair, and he wondered what heartless thing she did to a nameless soul to put her with the rest.

“Who is that?” Kristoph whispered to the guard.

“Her name is Dahlia Hawthorne, sir.” The guard paused. “I'm surprised you don't know, sir.”

“I've been out of the country,” Kristoph started, giving the guard a look of contempt.

“It's not nice to talk about people behind their backs.” Dahlia interrupted, as she turned in her chair.

Kristoph's breath caught in his throat as he adjusted his glasses to retain his composure. Her eyes were gray, like the rest of the concrete, but the fire that burned behind them was unmistakable. They regarded him closely.

“Hmph,” Dahlia grunted, her demeanor suddenly changing to disinterest as she turned back to her book. “You are a defense attorney. I have no use for them, thank you.”

Kristoph's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he stepped closer to the cell.

“I assure you, Miss Hawthorne, that the rest of society shares your belief.” Her head turned slightly as he spoke. “However, I have not come for you. I am merely touring the facility.”

“Touring?” She closed her book and stood up, holding it to her chest as she turned to face the man. Kristoph tried to read the title, but there was none on the cover. “No one 'merely tours this facility.' It's full of the sad and lonely creatures that society has turned its back on.”

The blond attorney regarded her curiously as she moved to the bars of her cell. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he saw the title of her book. 'Crime and Punishment'. She saw the sneer and narrowed her eyes at him.

“You have good taste in literature, Miss Hawthorne.” He crossed his arms.

She looked at him through narrowed eyes for a few seconds more, then averted her eyes to the book.

“Yes, well, there is a limited selection in the prison library, as you can imagine...Mr...I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?”

“Gavin. Kristoph Gavin.” Force of habit made him hold out his hand for her to shake and as soon as she touched him, a spark went through him, sending chills up his spine. The guard cleared his throat as he stepped forward. He started to say something, but Dahlia gave him a look that would kill an ordinary person. This guard was used to her deadly looks and charm.

“Kristoph Gavin.” His name rolled off her tongue easily and he wondered what else that tongue could do. He cleared his throat as he chased those thoughts out of his head.

“Yes, well, it was nice to meet you Dahlia Hawthorne.” He adjusted his glasses as he noticed they were still holding hands. “May I visit you tomorrow?”

“It's not up to me, but yes, company would be nice.” She let go of his hand and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Was that Freesia he smelled? “I will see you tomorrow then.” She gave him a small smile, and turned back to her desk.

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch Shepard meet Shepard
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight.

Verse two of 'Uninvited' By Alanis Morrisette

Spoiler: An Unfortunate Slight

Dahlia's dreams generally consisted of Iris,random images of death, or she didn't dream at all. That night, and next few that followed she dreamt of Kristoph Gavin. They were just like his persona, compelling and intriguing, and left her wanting more. His visits had become a regular part of her days, and she looked forward to them.

Dahlia was put on good behavior, which meant she could walk around the prison grounds with Kristoph. She missed the outdoors and being with Kristoph made it that much more enjoyable. On the third day of walking the grounds, Dahlia noticed that he never made motions to hold her hand, or touch her. The only touch from him she had ever received was when they shook hands on that first day and the electricity that flowed between them was unmistakable. She shivered a little thinking about it.

“Are you cold, Dahlia?” His smooth voice startled her out of her thoughts. Her name rolled so well off his tongue. She wondered what else...

“Oh, ah, a little, I guess.” She shrugged her shoulder a little.

Then Kristoph did something that she never in a thousand years would've guessed he would do. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The warmth of his body heat from the jacket penetrated the ugly orange jumpsuit as her breath hitched a little. If his jacket was that warm, imagine how hot his body was...

That's when Dahlia noticed his hand was lingering on the small of her back. She looked up into his penetrating blue eyes and was speechless.

“Are you okay?” He gave her a small smirk as he adjusted his glasses.

“Ah, yes, thank you for your jacket.” Sheepishly, she ducked her head as she pulled it closer to her. His scent was intoxicating. “Let's walk over here.” Dahlia gestured to a table slightly out of everyone's sight. Instead of the chair, she boosted herself up on the table so she could be almost at eye level with Kristoph. She licked her lips and smiled at him as she pulled him close to her.

“I am flattered by your fascination with me.” Dahlia whispered into his cheek.

“Mmm...” Kristoph closed his eyes and breathed her in. He reached up and ran his hand through her hair, feeling her shiver. “You are a fascinating woman, Dahlia. I wish I would've come back to the states a couple years earlier.” He laid soft kisses on her jawline, and brushed lightly across her lucious lips. She gasped as he kissed her lips, parting hers slightly to let him in.

“Dahlia, Dahlia?” Kristoph was only inches from her nose, when she realized she had been daydreaming.

“I-I'm sorry, I am flattered by your fascination with me, but I think we should end this, today.” As much as she didn't want to, she handed his jacket back to him. She started to walk away, but he grabbed her arm. Dahlia blinked at him in surprise.

“Dahlia, I think I know what you were daydreaming about,” He paused, trying to gather his thoughts, to let her know that he wanted the same thing. “I feel the same way, and I would like to spend my next visit...in your arms.”

Dahlia opened her mouth to say something, however she was speechless. She had never heard those words from any man, well, she heard them plenty of times from that idiot Wright, but Kristoph was a real man, and she could tell that he would know what he was doing.

“Yes, I would like that too.” She smiled, a genuine sweet smile.

“I will arrange for it then.” He took her hand and kissed it. “Until then, sweet Dahlia, I will dream about you.” Then he walked away, leaving her breathless in his wake.

The day came that Dahlia dreaded. The one day that he didn't show up. Did she do something wrong? Did she look at him the wrong way? Did she carry herself wrong? She ran the previous days events through her head, and nothing stood out. Dahlia found herself pacing like a caged animal waiting for its food. Her mouth was dry and her heart beat a little faster when visiting hours were coming to an end, and still, no Kristoph. She hated feeling this way; so out of control and angry. Dahlia wondered if he would find it strangely exciting to see the stoic squirm. She wanted to scream. Why had she let herself get attached? She knew better than that. Everything that she had ever loved or cared about in the past had turned to shit, why should this be any different? He's uninvited.

The pain focused her again. Dahlia hadn't realized she was causing herself pain until the guard dropped her dinner tray in front of her cell. The look on his face, combined with the blood on her wrists , brought her back into focus again. She had taken pages from the book she was reading, and was cutting herself with them. She gasped as the guard yelled and opened her cell. He took her bed sheets and ripped them, and wrapped them around her wrists. Dahlia felt as though she were seeing things as if she was outside her body. Everything was in slow motion, and she cried.

“Why?” She yelled, as her voice cracked with her sobs. “Why didn't he come see me today? Am I not good enough? Why? Why? Why?” With each syllable she uttered she became more out of control, more violent. A second and third guard came and they eventually contained her in a straight jacket and as they led her out of her cell, she spied a small package laying beside the discarded tray. 'The Sweetest Dahlia That Blooms in Spring' was the title that was engraved in gold on the dark blue fabric cover of the book.

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight.

Verse three of 'Uninvited' by Alanis Morrissette

Spoiler: Avarice

Three days later, when Kristoph went to visit Dahlia, he found her laying in the fetal position on her thin prison mattress. She was rocking slightly and he could hear her mumbling something to her self. He had never seen anyone so fragile, yet he couldn't get it out of his head that this woman, this doe-eyed red-head, had poisoned someone and murdered another, in cold-blood. Her hatred for life must run deep, as deep as her passion for him must run. When he had heard she had hurt herself because of him, he was mystified, and remorseful. He wondered if she would have found it strangely exciting, to see the stoic squirm.

Kristoph chuckled at himself. “If there is a God, he has a sick sense of humor if he has allowed me to fall in love with something I can't have.”

“Kristoph?” Dahlia's rock-candy voice broke his reverie. “Ohh, is it really you? Please tell me I'm not dreaming.” Her eyes were red from crying and her soft red hair, was mussed up from laying and rocking. Her hand was extended beyond the bars, reaching for him. “Please? Kristoph? It is you?” His relationship with God was dead, and he sold his soul to the devil as soon as he took her hand. It was cold and tiny and pale next to his tanned warm hand. Her chest heaved with sobs as she fell to her knees, an iron grip on his hand. Kristoph caught a glimpse of the bandages that were wrapped around her wrists. There were splotches of red on each one. “It is you, Kristoph! It is you!”

'No I am the devil.' He thought. 'I must be if I am able to spark this kind of reaction in another human.'

“Why, why didn't you come to see me?” Dahlia's voice cracked as she spoke through her sobs.

The pain in her eyes was too much to bear as he looked away. He wanted to visit her that day, but certain circumstances, wouldn't let him.

“Dahlia, believe me, I tried, but my life outside this prison demands my presence.” He regretted his words as soon as they came out.

“Outside...” Dahlia sniffed. “Life outside this prison. I wonder what that would be like. These steel bars aren't the only things holding me in. My own mind keeps me a prisoner. The voices in my head haven't quieted since we left Iris at the village, we were inseparable...”

Kristoph pushed his glasses up his nose. “Who is Iris?”

Dahlia looked at him with surprise. “I-I've never told you about Iris?”

The blond attorney shook his head and his hair swished with him.

“She's...she's my twin sister. She makes everything very quiet, and very still in here whenever she is around.” Dahlia tapped her head with her free hand. “I love her, but she makes me very impatient, and she falls in love with fools, like Phoenix Wright.”

Kristophs eyebrows shot up. “D-did you say Phoenix Wright?”

Dahlia stood up. Her demeanor suddenly changed. The fire that he saw when he first met the red-head, returned to her eyes, and she played with her hair.

“That good-for-nothing idiot. My sister fell head over heals for that boy. He's part of the reason I'm here. The other part is dead. She died in her own office, I hear. The same office that Phoenix works out of, I believe.” She chuckled. “That's a bit twisted. I wonder if he thinks about that? I wonder if the stain is still there...”

Kristoph watched as a sick grin came over her face, and her eyes glazed over, as if she was plotting something. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He never thought someone harbored as many demons as he did.

“Where is your sister now?”

“Heh, she's probably being a good little girl up in Hazakura Temple, writing sticky little love letters to her beloved Fee. God knows she loved that boy to death.”

The blond-haired attorney, dipped his head and adjusted his glasses. He could help but see the irony in the red-head's words. She suddenly narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why are you suddenly interested in her?”

“You've never mentioned that you had a sister, a twin sister, before. I find it fascinating.”

Her smile turned sweet again, as she reached out to take his hand again. Dahlia turned it over and started to run her finger over his scar, when he suddenly pulled away. She furrowed her brow at him and grabbed it back from him. Her reflexes and strength were amazingly accurate for being in prison as long as she had been. However, her touch echoed the soft caresses they shared a few weeks ago, and he was suddenly mesmerized by her.

“This is a nasty scar.” She said lightly as she traced it with her tiny finger.

“Yes, well,” Kristoph turned his head. That scar represented the all the weaknesses in his life, and he was ashamed of them. “The accident was nasty.” Images of his brother defending himself against an unknown assailant, flashed before his eyes.

Dahlia was looking at him expectantly, as she touched his face. He turned to look at her. The sweet innocence that sent him over the edge with desire was in her eyes.

'Fate is so unkind.'

More images of himself attacking an unknown assailant made him wince.

“Kristoph, please tell me.”

He took a deep breath.

“My father attacked my brother and I, and I defended my self.” It was a half lie, she didn't need to be burdened with the whole truth.

“I'm sorry.” She kissed his hand as a guard stepped in and announced visiting hours were over.

'Me too.' He thought.

“Y-You will be here tomorrow?” Kristoph heard the desperation in her voice and winced. He should just cut all ties, here and now. But he was a weak man, especially when it came to Dahlia.

“Yes Dahlia,” He answered slowly. “I will come see you tomorrow.”

"In a world of locked doors, the man with the key is King, and honey, you should see me in a crown!" ~Moriarty~
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Last edited by Pearls1975 on Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:10 pm, edited 4 times in total.

Re: Uninvited ~Dahlia/Kristoph~ 04/16/09

Fri Apr 17, 2009 6:45 am

The Red Dahlia

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Good work! I'm looking foward to more! :keiko:

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Re: Uninvited ~Dahlia/Kristoph~ 04/16/09

Fri Apr 17, 2009 11:06 am

Missile. x

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I'm assuming there will be more chapters? Even though this pairing is crack I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. Good work!

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Re: Uninvited ~Dahlia/Kristoph~ 04/21/09

Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:36 pm

Pearls1975

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Missile. x wrote:

I'm assuming there will be more chapters? Even though this pairing is crack I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. Good work!

:phoenix:

The Red Dahlia wrote:

Good work! I'm looking foward to more! :keiko:

Thanks for reading! Another chapter is up!

"In a world of locked doors, the man with the key is King, and honey, you should see me in a crown!" ~Moriarty~
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Re: Uninvited ~Dahlia/Kristoph~ 04/28/09

Tue Apr 28, 2009 10:54 pm

Pearls1975

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New Chapter up!

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