Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

A fop, a fräulein, Franz, and Flora	By : LimeyGirl Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 1728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the ace attorney series or its characters, and i do not make money from these writings.

Chapter List
- 1-A fop, a fräulein, Franz, and Flora
- 2-2
- 1
- 2
A/N: I have all of the chapters planned, and have the first five ready to upload. Enjoy!

Normally when Ema Skye heard giggling coming from Klavier’s office, she avoided entering at all costs. However, when she went to deliver a case file that day it was different. That was children’s laughter, not a fangirls giggling. And so, confused, she decided to go in anyway.
Klavier didn’t notice her until she started laughing. It wasn’t every day she got to see the fop with his hair a mess, tickling and playing with a small child. He looked so ridiculous, and yet at the same time almost cute.
He looked up and was embarrassed, picking up the little girl and holding her, with a boy of around the same age tugging at his trouser leg. “Fraulein Skye?” he asked, slightly out of breath. He shifted the little girl onto his left hip, using his other hand to smooth back some of his hair. This didn’t work, as the girl began to play with his drill. He chuckled, and let it slip.

Instead, he picked up the boy in the other arm and held them both. Ema was still smiling, and trying to comprehend the scene. Klavier’s office was a mess. There were toys and crayons everywhere, with his papers scattered. The two children were blonde, just like him, and had exactly the same shade eyes. They appeared to be about three years old.
“Klavier? I didn’t know you had chi-“ Klavier cut her off.
“Franz and Flora aren’t my children, fräulein Skye! Ach, these little devils are my brother’s friend’s children. Kristoph was meant to be looking after them but because of his illness he cannot. I am taking care of them instead.” Ema smiled and blushed at her mistake.
She went and put the case file on his desk, and then walked over to him again. “Hi, Franz and Flora! I’m Ema.” She said, smiling at the little ones. Then, Klavier set them down on the sofa with a sigh before walking to the other end of the room and motioning for Ema to join him.
“Sorry, Klavier, they just look so much like you! Are you sure they aren’t yours?” she said in a friendly tone. Klavier chuckled.
“Ja, they are definitely not mine. Although I was very shocked at their likeness to Kristoph… Ach, I have explained his situation to their mother, but we both think it is best if they do not know… It would kill the little cuties to know where he was. We’ve told them he’s ill at the moment, and they can’t see him in case it makes them ill, too… Anyway, I have a request of you… if you don’t mind, that is.” Klavier seemed happy, but exhausted and messy. Very unlike the rock star, who could normally stay up all night and appear perfectly awake.
Ema nodded. “Of course, I understand completely. What is it you wanted?” Klavier looked over to the children, who were playing happily, and then back to Ema.
“I really don’t know a thing when it comes to children… And I would appreciate it if the fact I have them here wasn’t widely known. Like you said, people might think they’re mine and I love them but I don’t want that rumour to spread… Could you maybe help me look after them? I’ll give you a bonus and you won’t have to do much more work than that…” Ema laughed slightly, still smiling brightly.
“Okay, Klavier. I’d be happy to!” Klavier couldn’t believe it. She was actually agreeing to be a nanny for him. And she was using his name.
“Really, Ema?” She nodded.
“Of course! They are so adorable!” Klavier smiled as well.
“And what did you just call me?” it hadn’t gone unnoticed to Klavier that she hadn’t called him a ‘glimmerous fop’ since she saw the children. She blushed a little more. “I see… Children are what make you happy? I shall keep that in mind.” He added, winking and receiving a friendly slap on the arm for it.
“So, did you want me to take them somewhere for a bit so you can have a nap? You look like the living dead!” she asked, surprising herself by the fact she actually cared about what Klavier felt like. He was about to answer when Flora started to cry.
Shocked, they both looked over to them. Flora had fallen off of the seat accidentally and hit her head, and was holding her arms out wide to Klavier. The man’s hesitation was long enough for Ema to dash in front of him and pick her up to sooth her.

At the sight of his sister crying, and getting all the attention, Franz began to cry as well. Klavier dashed over and picked him up, shushing him and swaying slightly. Both adults now had an upset toddler clinging to them, and they looked at each other for a moment. Both toddlers yawned a couple of minutes later, and were set down on the sofa.
Klavier covered them carefully with blankets and tiptoed over to his desk chair when they fell asleep. Ema came over and sat on the desk itself. “You’re good with children, Klavier! I never would have guessed.” Ema said quietly, carefully not to wake the children up.
Klavier smiled. “Likewise, Ema.” With that they both sighed and closed their eyes, thankful for the quiet. A second or two later, there was a knock on the door. Klavier rushed over to it and Ema sat on the end of the seat nearest to the door to block them from view. He leant over to her and whispered, “Pretend to be asleep”. Confused, she did as he asked.
Klavier answered the door as quickly as he could. “Yes?” he asked quietly, seeing the detective on the other side of the door.

“Um...” they started off quite loudly, and were hushed by Klavier, who looked over to the sofa. They lowered their tone when they started again. “Is everything alright, sir? We thought we heard crying or screaming or something…” Klavier smiled and nodded.
“Sorry for worrying you, we had the television on.” The detective hadn’t noticed Ema, and was shocked to see her in the office.
“Is… Is that Detective Skye?” Klavier smiled and nodded.
“She came up here to talk about a case, and she fell asleep while I was fetching something from my car. She looks so tired I don’t want to wake her.” Klavier made up an explanation on the spot, and decided to make up the explanation for her later whereabouts while he was at it. “When she wakes up I’ll be sending her home to rest, I think she may be ill. Please tell the other detectives and try to make sure they don’t try to get in touch with her today.” He was pleased with his response, and although puzzled the other man let it go.
“Ok… Well I’ll be going then. Goodbye, sir.” He said, leaving and only receiving a nod in return. When he was a safe distance away, Klavier shut the door and tapped Ema’s shoulder to let her know it was safe. She stretched and, after checking on the children again, went and sat in Klavier’s chair.
“Well thought, Klavier. How long will I be ill for, exactly?” She said, genuinely happy at the idea of time away from work with two adorable little angels. Klavier took her previous position on the desk, and smiled back.
“Thank you, Ema. The twins will be here for at least three more days, maybe a week. So you will be ill until they go home, if that’s alright with you?” Ema nodded enthusiastically.
“Of course! Where did you want me to stay with them?” Klavier thought for a moment, and then came up with a plan.
“Well, all of their things are at my apartment… so if you don’t mind could you take them there? I have my car so I can drive you all, and if there’s anything you need I’ll be happy to take you to get it. I’ll give you a lift back to your house after, don’t worry about bus or cab fare.” Ema nodded. She didn’t particularly want to spend the day at his apartment, but it was with the twins.

“Sure. I don’t think there’s anything I need… want me to look sick and go down there to fetch my bag? I think the others would believe me more if I went… Oh and it would be a distraction for you to get them to the car.” It was Klavier’s turn to nod, and they began to pack everything up ready. They had a plan, and had to rush to get it into place quick enough.
As soon as everything was packed and ready, Ema fell into ill mode. She carried the bag of toys they had gathered, and went down to the office. When she got there, she coughed a little and looked tired. Stumbling over to her cubicle, she started to pack her bag. A few seconds later, Klavier (who had carried the twins in the elevator with them but stayed behind until it was safe to go) received the cue to sneak around the back of the office and outside. He managed to keep the children asleep and went unnoticed, but only very nearly. He put them in their seats at the back of the car and strapped them in, covering them in a blanket. He then locked the car again and rushed inside. Appearing to come from the other side of the room, he walked over to Ema.
“Fräulein Skye, I must insist you have a lift home. You are in no state to take the bus, ja?” he played his part, and was spotted doing so by several of the detectives.
Ema coughed again and shook her head. “I don’t need a lift fro-” she started her fake coughing fit right on cue. Klavier put his arm around her waist, and although she pretended to resist feebly, kept it there. He picked up her bags with his other hand.

“Come on, fräulein, I am not letting you go alone. There’s no point in fighting – you need to save your energy.” Moaning, Ema complied. Klavier looked up to another detective, who was looking worried. “Detective, I am taking fräulein Skye home. She is ill and I’m not letting her back to work until she’s better. I’ll be back soon; you can page me if you need me. Pass on the message – no one is to try and contact Ema. Got that?” The detective nodded.
Klavier turned back to the ‘ill’ detective on his arm and started to rush her out of the room. The sooner they got to the car, the better. When they got out of view, they both began to jog towards the car. Klavier unlocked it on the way, and they both jumped into their seats. Klavier buckled up and started the engine while Ema reached across the back to make things a little more comfortable for the twins. They were still asleep.
“Nice acting, Klavier. Although it would have been better if you’d gotten to me sooner. My throat’s sore from all that coughing.” Ema said, turning round and fastening her seatbelt. Klavier chuckled, stopping at a red light.
“You put on a good show too, Ema. You almost had me believing you were ill! There’s a can of soda in the glove box if you want it, I only put it there this morning so it should be ok to drink.” Thanking him, Ema took the said can and opened it. She took a long gulp and sighed.
“Want some?” she asked, offering him the can.
“Please, I’m parched.” The light changed just as he said this, and he pulled away. As he was using both hands to drive, he couldn’t take the can. Ema sighed and twisted the can around in her hand, before holding it to his lips. He looked at her for a second out of the corner of his eye, and she nodded in the cans direction. When he opened his lips far enough, she tipped the drink slightly and watched as he took a few gulps. When he had had enough, he gave a sigh of relief. Ema then brought the can back to her own lips. “Danke, Ema.”
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A fop, a fräulein, Franz, and Flora