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Devil May Cry	By : Aleya Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 1126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gyakuten Saiban, the Ace Attorney Series, I was beat out... and this story has nothing to do with the backstory of any of the characters, just something i thought up, maybe its not original but it is to me! Also, i'm

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�Something schoolmates cruelly taunted him for never realizing how deep such words cut into the psyche of an eight year old boy�� Kristoph pulled the pen away from his pad then put it back down. �Strange how the next seven years escape me.�
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�Hey Kristoph!� A young woman of platinum blonde hair rushed up beside the German young man, who was looking none too pleased with his locker at the moment. He glared at her then went back to struggling with his locker. �Listen, I missed class yesterday and Carly said you take good notes, so I was wondering-�

�No.� He banged his head on the locker.

�Come on, please?� She put her hands together in front of her looking at him wide eyed, trying her best to look innocent. The locker smacked her hands, as it finally swung open.

�I�m sorry; I�m still recovering from my mother having killed my father. You know after she decided I was indeed a boy despite the smallness of my private parts.� He grabbed the books needed and slammed the locker shut. �Now if you�ll excuse me, I have to get to class, after all I did promise my mother that I would study hard, learn entirely the American laws and get her out of a life sentence.� He spared her another glare and walked on.

�Kristoph I was joking!� She rushed in front of him and he stopped. She grabbed his hand. �Some of the kids were just talking and I thought it would be fun to join in.�

�At my expense I see.� He narrowed his eyes at her. �Funny how you need my help now, especially with exams coming soon. I bet you�re the kind of girl whose parents will buy you a brand new car next year when you get your license, but you�ll need exceptional grades in class first.�

�Please Kristoph.� She lifted his hand and kissed a fingertip. He merely just stared and smirked at her. She smirked then gave him the most flirtatious grin she could conjure up on short notice and licked up his middle finger. �I promise I�ll pay you for it.� Her mouth enclosed around the finger as she closed her eyes.

�What do you think you�re doing?� He pushed her away suddenly and quite violently and she fell into the locker. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked at her. �Do you think your body entices me? You disgust me.� The girl just looked at him in shock, as if he just slapped her. �But it�s okay; it�s your personality to be a slut. Why not I�m sure that�s the only way you know how to live.� Kristoph wiped his hands on his pants and walked on ignoring the looks he attracted from the scene alone.

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�A slut, Kristoph?!� The older woman paced the room giving the blonde boy a look.

�Oma she is a slut.� Kristoph sat back and crossed his legs looking at his hands picking the dirt from under them before leaving them be. �I spent a good twenty minutes of my lunch time scrubbing my hand of her disgusting germs. Would have done it sooner but I had class.�

�What?� His Grandmother looked at him.

�She�s a disgusting girl. Fifteen and one lover for each year.� He continued to dig out the grit and dirt from under his nail.

�You do not disrespect a lady no matter what her history!� His grandfather looked at him.

�I guess I have more of my father in me than I ever thought.� He barely felt his cheek start to sting.

�You do not go there!� The old woman rubbed her hand raising her voice. �You were brought up to treat women better than that whether you like her or not!�

�Oma�� He stared wide eyed at the wall as he brought his hand up to his cheek feeling the sting more, never mind the fact that he was getting a tongue lashing just then. (Something that stirred something in the depths of his soul)

�Miss Daae has runaway.� His Opa said suddenly earning a venomous look from his grandmother. �Your brother is left to us as well.�

�We should have discussed this later.�

�The boy will be arriving this weekend, how much later could we get.� Now the couple had turned on one another.

�What?!� Suddenly Kristoph�s pulse quickened, he heard his breathing speed up as well.

�If it were up to us we would�ve preferred you two boys meet sooner, but that wretched woman. Keeping his away all this time then finally running off with her lover?� His grandmother sat down.

�What?� The word was stuck on a loop. Kristoph started unbuttoning his shirt, his nerves at high alert that it just about hurt to be wearing clothes.

�Klavier is coming to live with us.� His Opa said so naturally, as if he was telling his grandson to go to the store.

�I don�t want him here!� Kristoph stood looking at the older couple enraged. �I don�t want to meet that boy.� Kristoph looked between the two. �I WANT NOTHING TO DO-� He caught himself holding his throat. It caused him pain to hear himself yelling at the two that raised him for the past seven years.

�He�s a gifted boy Kristoph.� The woman reached out to touch him. He is bright for his age just as you are. It will do you both some good!� Kristoph just looked at her incredulously not believing the words he was hearing.

�I�m going to bed.� He said suddenly heading towards the stairs.

�But Kristoph dinner isn�t ready yet.�

�I don�t want any.�

�You come back here!� His grandfather rose, as did the volume on his voice. �You are a far cry from being a child.� Kristoph sauntered back to the chair and stood before it looking to the floor his whole body felt like it was on fire, burning him alive devouring him. His mind felt like it was drowning in the flames.

�Your Grandmother has been easy on you since you were the one who found Sonja. Do not disrespect her! She�s clothed you, fed you, and gave you your space and you never once think about how every time you get selfish and turn your back on her it hurts her.� The old man sighed and looked away.

�Don�t stop�� Kristoph whispered.

�What?�

�I� can�t hear you. Keep yelling.� He looked at the man. �It�ll be better if you yell.� Kristoph was physically trembling as he stared back the man who wore a look of complete shock on his face. �Yell at me! Just yell at me!� Wildly he looked back and forth between his Oma and Opa. Both just stared wondering what was wrong with the boy. �Someone say something! Yell at me� PLEASE!�

�Kristoph.� The woman reached out to touch his hand and he jumped back, the touch seared his already burning skin. �No�. no!� He turned and ran out of the house.

�Yell at me.� Kristoph reached over and lifted a glass of water to his lips. �Who knew verbal abuse was so enticing.� He sipped. �Maybe that�s why I hired him�� He smiled softly. �Anyway, on to the defining moment in this pathetic excuse of a story.�

�You hit my girl.� Kristoph found himself pressed against a brick wall cooled by the New York winter air.

�� Kristoph wasn�t exactly there, at the moment. His blonde hair hung limply over his shoulder. �Hit?�

�What the hell is wrong with this guy?� He heard someone ask. He raised his eyes to look around.

�Four of them.� He thought. �Why do the �bad-asses� show up in packs?�

�Cuz they�re not that bad-ass� Will you just let them kill you?� Another thought whispered in his mind.

�I won�t die because of them.� Kristoph imagined himself answering back this person in his head, not even questioning where this voice was coming from.

�Promise?�

�Sur-�The thought cut short by sudden pain throbbing from the back of his head. �What now?� He whispered groggily.

�I�m talking to you asshole!� The brunette before him was glaring at him.

�So? You�re going to hit me anyway.� A weak grin showed up on his face. �Doesn�t change the fact your �girl� is a slut.�
Things go black from there�.

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�Uh��

�You�re alive, Ja?� A voice whispered to him in the dark. Eyes snapped opened before squinting close.

�Where am I?� He asked taking a deep breath.

The room smelled like medicine. As he glanced around his senses began to awake. An annoying beeping reached his ears, the room was painted a horrid powder pink, the curtain to his window , drawn open, were even more horrid in the pitiful attempt to liven up the room. The sun poured in making him raise a hand to block the light. It was then he became aware of the stiffness in his elbow.

�The hospital.� The voice whispered to him once more. Kristoph scanned the room and stopped short looking at the foot of his bed. There was a person there, blonde hare. That was all he was able to make out the rest was blurry. He squinted. There was a child with short blonde hair. A child that seemed to resemble him on so many levels, and yet at the same time very different.

�The doctors kept saying, �It doesn�t look good.� �He lost a lot of blood.� �His body may not be able to withstand.� stuff like that. Oma and Opa have been worried. Fortunately, they are both in good health, Ja. No heart attacks.� Kristoph went to move his right arm but found it would not move. Another glance and he finally registered the cast on his right arm.

�They talked like you would die.� The boy leaned over the foot of the bed with a warm smile as he rested his cheek against his hand. �I am glad you�re not dead. It would be sad to not know my big brother.�

�You are�� He eyes began to tire of the squinting.

�Klavier.� Klavier continued to smile. �You are very cool, living through a blood transfusion and so many broken and bruised bones.�

�Klavier?� Kristoph heard his Grandmother speak.

�He�s awaken, Oma.� Klavier sat back.

�Kristoph?!� The woman rushed in to the room. �Oh Kristoph.� She rushed to his side. �Klavier go get the doctor!�

�Yes, Oma.� Klavier rose, spared another glance at his brother and took off.

�Klavier� The son of Miss Daae and my Father. The reason why Momma��

�Don�t you just hate him?� That voice came creeping back into Kristoph�s mind.

�I do��
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