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Double post, but I've got an update this time. I'll be using AJ cases but skipping over most of the cases. Phoenix was hard to write so I stuck with the side of him I know best- the lawyer side.
Apollo Justice spoilers from here on, but I'm assuming that people supporting Ema/Klavier have already played it.
Here we go:
Chapter 7Klavier was having a bad week, one of his many few. He had fallen to Ema's wrath, sure, but never had he ever had to face her cold, relentless anger.
Klavier furrowed his brow thoughtfully, trying to figure out just what he'd done wrong. Several moments of Ema screaming about her snackoos and his foppishness ran through his blond little head, but that was commonplace. Well, he
had spied on her during her coffee break...
But only because I was bored. He played absent-mindedly with a lock of hair.
No, wait, I was concerned for the fraulein's safety. He nodded approvingly.
That sounds better.He glanced at the detective, flashing her a dazzling smile; the one that he used all the time on his fangirls, and incidentally, the one that always made her go homicidal on him. But today, she just stuck up her nose and averted her eyes in a painfully obvious way.
I'll go explain it to her now.Boldly, Klavier approached her, clutching a small bag of Gavinner's endorsed snackoos, tied at the top with a purple ribbon. He'd picked it up as a peace offering after the 4th day of being given the cold shoulder.
"Fraulein-" Ema turned around, but not to him. She turned to the nearby police officer who was working hard on the case at hand (or was he writing a novel?)
"Excuse me, did you hear something?" Klavier leaned forward.
"I said fraulein--" He was cut off again.
"It sounds like a german fly to me. Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away."
Aforementioned 'german fly' blinked slowly and using the little dignity he had left, dropped the bag of snackoos and buzzed sadly off.
Ema stared at his retreating back, trying to brush off the slight stab of guilt in vain. Slowly, she stood up and after a moment's hesitation, picked up the snackoos too, then walked off. The police officer stared, bewildered, then returned to his novel.
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This is it, huh?" A dingy building stood in front of Ema, looking as if it was about to collapse any second now. -The Borscht Bowl Club- It read in dirty red letters. She stepped in and automatically shivered. According to her handy portable thermometer, the temperature had dropped 15 degrees from outside.
A adorable waitress in an oversized coat ushered her to a table.
"You want borscht?"
"Oh, um, no, it's okay. I'd like to see Phoenix Wright, please."
"Ah. Come through this way."
Ema was led through to a room filled with tables and a piano, at which sat a man in a grey hoodie and blue beanie hat. Ema squinted as the waitress scuttled away.
"Mr...Wright...?" Phoenix turned around and smiled coolly.
"Hi, Ema. How're you doing?"
Ema's tone instantly changed. "Mr. Wright! How could you?! You told me you were on vacation from being a lawyer!"
"And I am. Permanent vacation."
Ema puffed out her cheeks and all of a sudden she seemed like the 16 year old girl who'd come to him all those years ago. "Honestly, Mr. Wright. You need to be more scientific about this. Like me... and Mr. Edgeworth."
Phoneix smirked. "Oh, I'm plenty scientific. In fact, I'm doing a scientific investigation right now. And I'll be needing your help."
Not being able to resist the tempation of a scientific investigation, Ema agreed reluctantly. "What'dya need?"
"I need a camera... but a subtle one; one I can clip on and no-one will notice." Ema nodded thoughtfully.
"I can do that. So what's this scientific investigation?" Phoenix glanced downwards darkly.
"I'm going to find out who took my attorney's badge."
Ema responded angrily. "Well, that doesn't take a scientific genuis to figure that one out does it... It was Klavier, obviously."
"What, that prosecuting rock god? I didn't think he had it in him." Ema shook her head vigorously.
"You don't know that! He could easily have done it- he was prosecuting the case after all."
Phoenix sighed and gestured to a table. "Sit down, Ema. We have a lot to catch up on." He effortlessly took a swig out of a half-empty bottle and held it out to her.
"Grape juice?" he offered. Ema wrinkled her nose.
"No thanks. Just tell me; what happened 7 years ago?"
"Wait a minute, Ema. Be patient."
Ema stomped her foot and whined loudly. "I AM being patient and I'm not getting any answers! I need to know already... Please, Mr. Wright."
"...I went and lost to a 17-year-old rookie and left because of the shame."
"Mr. Edgeworth said that you..." Ema paused, glancing up to see his reaction but it was as cool and calm as always.
"Forged evidence?" he supplied, "I suppose you could say that. The forger himself, after all, testified to that."
"Mr. Wright," Ema glared, " I know that you didn't. It was Klavier, that good for nothing, glimmerous jerk! He did it, I know he did... I hate him!"
...And that is when Ema made a serious, serious mistake.
Phoenix smugly eyed the psyche-locks covering every inch of her body from head to toe.
"So, you hate him, do you?" Phoenix's smirk was growing, reminding Ema strangely of Klavier's, and the old spark in his eye that she recognised from his lawyer days was returning.
"...Yes, I do."
"What was that pause for, Ema?"
"Nothing!" She shot back, a little too quickly.
Phoenix fiddled with the glowing green gem behing his back, "You really hate him? Your blushing tells another story." Ema flinched, but regained her composure quickly.
"Mr. Wright, you couldn't actually be insinuating that I actually
like him could you?"
Phoenix shrugged. "Could be possible."
Ema gaped like a fish out of water. "I-I would n-never--"
"Just a theory. I didn't think anything of it 'til I saw your reaction."
Unable to think up a defence that sounded half-decent, Ema resorted to pulling out her snackoos. To be specific, the Gavinners' endorsed snackoos tied at the top with a purple ribbon. Without thinking, she promptly shoved a handful in her mouth and started to munch mercilessly.
"Poor snackoos." Phoenix thought pityingly, before setting his thoughts back to the psyche-locks waiting to be broken. Prying into other people's business, after all, was what he was best at.
His eye fell on the bag.
"And what's that- Gavinner endorsed?" Ema stopped munching, eyes drawn to the bag and the proud, winking figure posing on it. Yes, it was Klavier Gavin himself. She recoiled and stuffed the whole bag into her coat pocket.
Ema laughed sheepishly. "Oh, I still have that...? Despite the fact they have that fop on the front, they still taste pretty good. I bought them on the way to work." Silently congrtulating herself on being such a good liar, she smirked at Phoenix, who smirked unwaveringly back.
"Can I see that bag, please?"
"I... guess?" She passed over the snackoos, which he started analysing (scientifically.)
Trying to conceal his own shock, Phoenix pointed to the price on the bag. "What a rip off. These are the
expensive snackoos, Ema. And we all know how well paid detectives are. So maybe... it was a present from
that person"
Phoenix shuffled through his collection of profiles. "Take that!"
Ema cringed at the photo of Klavier, deciding that she was seeing his face entirely too much, and wishing that Phoenix's awesome lawyer skills weren't quite so awesome.
Taking her reaction as a yes, Phoenix continued.
"So, assuming it was him who gave it to you, the next question would be; if you hate him so much, why do you still have it?"
Phoenix stared at the psyche-locks, willing them to break, but none did.
"Assuming, Mr.Wright? You should know better than anyone- you need solid proof. Where's the proof that Klavier gave this to me?"
"This girl's guarding her 'secret' better than most killers do." he thought dryly, about to try once more, before the waitress interrupted.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wright, Mr. Gavin here to see you."
Ema gasped. "The fop? Oh no I've been ignoring him all week and he probably hates me and what if I lose my job and why is he even here and oh god Mr Wright please hide me!"
Phoenix raised an eyebrow at Ema skeptically, and with that, a psyche-lock broke and shattered.
CLICK. The same adorable waitress grinned as she snapped a photo of the blushing, panicking Ema cheerfully.
"That's be Kristoph Gavin." He chuckled, and for a split-second Ema could have sworn she heard just the tiniest trace of bitterness. "He's a defence attorney."
"Oh." She blinked, and stood up. "Well, bye, Mr. Wright." On the way out, she stopped by the waitress and leant in.
"A tenner* if you delete that photo right now." she muttered lowly, slipping her the folded note. Ema scowled at the gaping gap in her already flat purse, and stalked out the door, shoving Klavier's older brother aside on her way without even looking.
After a moment of silence, all 3 people staring after Ema, the waitress laughed quietly.
"Olga Orly, you're just
too good."
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That night, Ema had a distinct feeling that something bad was about to happen.
*A tenner is £10 in Engand, not sure what else to put in terms of money.
Whew! Took me a while, but I'm quite pleased. I think it's my longest chapter yet (my chapters haven't been very long, have they?) and now I have a little storyline to work with.
I know that Ema finding out that Nick wasn't a lawyer anymore would be much bigger than this, but remember it's a Klavier/Ema story.
I saw this picture of Nick asking Ema how she felt about Klavier with her all psyche-locked up and I thought the idea was adorable. I don't know who drew it, but cheers to them