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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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A/n: I just had been completely uninspired to write lately. So as an apology for the wait the chapter is, I hope, a little longer than normal. ENJOY!
�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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�Kristoph!� Headphones snatched of the blonde�s head.

�Yes, Oma?� He looked up at the old woman who then thrust them at him, those abominations he had to get after that attack on his person. It�s the reason he couldn�t see quite clearly. Those buffoons that jumped him managed to do enough damage that his vision was affected. Almost six months later and he still refused to wear the abominations called glasses. �You can put them on the table.�

�Kristoph you�re still squinting and your book is in front of you.� She placed them in her apron pocket.

�I just need a break� He pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes. He indeed needed to wear those things; his eyes were tired from the constant squinting.

�Is he being stubborn again?� There was that voice again. That voice that grated on Kristoph�s ears. Everyday for the past six months that voice always has to announce itself.

�Klavier, did you finish you�re homework for tomorrow?�

�I�ve done all my homework for the week.� Klavier said proudly. �So can I please go tomorrow?�

�No!� Kristoph slammed his hand on the desk and stood. A glance at the calendar; there in the red ink: Hearing; 10AM. Those punks that had the nerve to jump him were finally getting what was theirs. Stupid judicial system kept putting the date off and off and off finally settling on tomorrow.

�But Kristoph, I want to see if I can tell by looking.� The young boy with the short haircut looked up at his brother pleading.

�If you can� tell?� Their grandmother spoke up again, Klavier�s attention was now on the old woman.

�If I can tell why would older boys� waste time beating up my big brother when they should worry more about their futures.� The old woman smiled.

�Klavier, you�re such a sweet child. But there are people who just have it hard in life and just continue to make things harder for everyone else.� The woman touched his hair then slid her cool hands to his face. Kristoph turned to the woman.

�Give them to me.� He just looked at her the emotion in his face completely unreadable.

�What?�

�The glasses. Give them to me.�

�Oh!� She

�Please�?� Klavier tugged on his brother�s sleeve.

�Hurry up! I have to finish reading.� As soon as the glasses were freed from her pocket he took then and grabbed his papers and stormed out of the room.

�He doesn�t like me, Oma.� Klavier sighed placing a hand on his hip the other rubbing his head.

�He needs time. He�s had a hard time since he came here.� The older woman sighed. �And even harder since we haven�t found a school that meets proper standards like the last one.�

�No. He just doesn�t like me.� Klavier nodded for emphasis.

�You�re a likeable child, Klavier.� She ran a hand down his cheek lovingly.

�But I�m determined, he will like me!�

�Yes, yes he will. Now go get cleaned up-�

�OMA!� Kristoph yelled suddenly startling the woman and Klavier. Klavier having youth on his side acted first. He rushed down the stairs the older woman on his heels. About halfway down the stairs Kristoph had his back pressed against the wall, his glasses on his face and his body trembling. All color drained from his face, his gaze fixated on something straight ahead.

�Kristoph, what�s wrong-� Klavier reached his brother and turned his eyes to where he was staring and his features changed to match his brother�s. �Opa�� murmured when he heard a gasp from their Oma once she reached the bottom of the stairs. The old man was lying on the floor five feet away from them, the plastic cup he must�ve been holding was beside him, the contents spilled on the floor and soaking the left side of his blue face.

�Abel.� She rushed beside him. �Kristoph, call 911!� She shrieked touching his face. Kristoph nodded swallowing thickly and shakily reached out to the phone to his left. His hand trembled as he pushed the three digits and raised the phone to his ear his voice came out weak and frail as he tried to explain to the operator they needed an ambulance as soon as possible.

�Just like last time huh?� There was that voice again.

�What?� He asked back, barely hearing the woman on the other end of the line telling him the ambulance was on the way.

�You remember don�t you? Almost nine years�� Realization hit the blonde boy like a ton of bricks. His gaze slid to his grandfather on the floor, his Oma wailing as she dried his face off, somehow managing to roll him onto his back.

The phone hit the floor as he stared, hot tears pouring down his face, suddenly he felt like he was eight years old again and instead of his grandfather he saw the petit form of his mother. Suddenly it was like he was there again. The room was dark with the sounds of some drama blaring from the television. There she was in the middle of the floor much like now. The stench of booze filled his nostrils.

�Hello?� Klavier�s voice brought him back. He looked at the boy with the phone in his hand, speaking to the operator. Once more he glanced at the elderly couple. The air was chocking him. He couldn�t breathe. With a helpless whimper he quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. He felt like his world was spinning out of control, he was losing it.

�Are you going crazy?� That inner voice laughed.

�Air� I need Air��

�Gavin. You have a visitor.�

�Again?� He looked at the watch on his wrist. �Someone is cutting it close.� He tucked the pen away inside the journal and rose. He went through the troublesome experience of being escorted to the visitor�s area. The visitor this time made him blink in shock his face paled before blood rushed to the surface in fury then eased up. A practiced flow of emotion he learned to control to where the viewer is none-the-wiser of what just transpired. �This is a surprise.� Kristoph sat down. �I almost miss the PaPa.� He smirked taking a seat. �But you�re back in a suit! Must be defending again, Phoenix Wright.�

�Yeah, the bastard that set me up got caught and is serving his punishment.� Phoenix laughed slipping his blue jacket from his shoulders and draped it on an empty seat beside him.

�I see.� Kristoph smiled politely. That saccharin smile that Phoenix returned wholly. �But isn�t it a bit soon for you to make an appearance. Your entrance in the story isn�t here yet.�

�Jail food�s been getting to you, Gavin?� Phoenix smiled nervously, this strangeness he wasn�t used to.

�Oh hardly.� Kristoph adjusted his glasses the light catching the lenses in that creepy way. �But I suppose this is fine. You were coming up anyway.� Kristoph laughed. Now, Kristoph laughing is one thing, but this time, what struck a chord of fear in the defense attorney before him was the fact that this laughter was genuine.

�Kristoph, are you okay?� Phoenix looked at him.

�Why are you here?� Kristoph finally settled and looked at Phoenix.

�I have a client I was visiting and thought I�d see if you were in good spirits.�

�Why are you here?� The question was repeated with a gaze at his nails.

�It�s what friends do Kristoph.� Phoenix sighed.

�We were hardly real friends, Phoenix.�

�We once were.� Phoenix Wright looked at the blonde male who merely shook his head another saccharin smile.

�We weren�t. We were boys hopelessly in love. Just not with each other.� Kristoph looked at Phoenix and a look of pure shock came to mind. The smile grew bitterer.

�Hopelessly in lo-� The buzzer sounded and the guards began clearing up the visiting room.

�See you, Wright.� Kristoph stood and turned to walk away.

�Kristoph, wait!� Phoenix Wright stood. Kristoph turned to look over his shoulder. The look shot at the defense attorney made the world halt.

�I didn�t forget.� Kristoph walked back to his cell. Once back inside he slipped his glasses off, pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and sighs picking up his journal once more.

�Air�I need Air�� Kristoph licked his lips and sniffed his nose and throat burned.

�Next Chapter��
�I�m sorry.� The old woman couldn�t even bring herself to look at the boys. It has been another six months and it had been a bitter six months.

The case against those boys that jumped Kristoph, two of them did get sentenced to some time in Juvenile Detention Center. The other two were brothers, their father worked on Wall Street and had a �comfortable� amount of money and offered money in place of putting his boys away. They took the money of course; the amount had been jacked up a bit after finding out his grandfather died. But after that, it was like their Oma was a shell of a woman.

Daily going through the motions of living, her cooking had changed drastically, she couldn�t look at the boys and Kristoph was forced to care for the brother he despised so badly. She didn�t even have the energy to fuss at Kristoph for treating Klavier badly for a while. Finally she divulged to the boys that they could no longer stay with her. She just barely found the will to go on, her daughter lost and now her husband; it was all a bitter reminder that she too isn�t young anymore and her days are coming to a close as well. She had a niece in Los Angeles, family the boys knew nothing about. She would care for them both, which wouldn�t be too bad. Kristoph was nearly eighteen and in a few more years Klavier would be old enough as well. Then the world was whatever they made it to be.

�Just take care of yourself Oma.� Klavier hugged the woman.

�Thank you.� She whispered pitifully.

�I guess this is farewell.� Kristoph stood his ground.

�Your grandfather...� She spoke looking Kristoph in the eye. ��was a true gentleman. No matter what, he kept himself as refined as possible, his temper his only blemish. Become a gentleman Kristoph; learn to be a much better person.�

�Sure.� He looked at her feeling his skin start to burn. He felt like he was on fire again.

�Happy Birthday, by the way.� She whispered and he looked away.

�It�s your birthday?� Klavier looked at his older brother.

�They�re boarding.� Kristoph bowed to the woman politely. �Farewell, Oma. It was� odd.� He took a step to her and kissed her cheek. She blinked and looked at him, his back was already turned to her and he walked on to the plane.
The flight was a pretty long one, five and a half hours of sitting next to Klavier. The flight landed on time and they were at the airport waiting for another two hours for this niece, Marelda. She was supposed to have been waiting and the two boys were waiting in awkward silence.

�Oma said we can test into better schools here.� Klavier said.

�Yeah.�

�I�m a bit nervous really. I hate trying to make new friends, again.�

�Oh.� Taking the hint this time Klavier shushed his mouth and looked around for this Marelda person.

A sigh of defeat and he sat back on the curb. It was at that moment Kristoph felt that sinking feeling all over again. He heard the vehicle before he saw it. It made the most horrendous squealing noise as it turned the corner. It was an ugly purple can with silver designs sprayed onto it. It pulled up to the curb.

�No�� Kristoph murmured as the passenger side window rolled down.

�Gavin?� Inside was a platinum blonde haired woman with huge sunglasses on.

�Did she say something?� Kristoph looked at Klavier who looked back and shrugged. They say her mouth move but the rest of her drowned out by an explosion of guitar rifts, drum solos and a singer who screamed like his big toe got crushed but a truck.

�Marelda?� Klavier frowned and looked back at the woman. She grinned and sunglasses were lifted to sit on her head.

�Holy shit, you guys are definitely are Kaspar�s kids.� She grinned popping her gum. �Well, get in, I�ve got a gig to do in an hour and my band will kick me out if I�m late again.�

�You have a band?� Klavier hopped in the ugly van in amazement.

�For sure. I�m Marelda. Your father�s Cousin.�

�I�m Klavier and this is��

�Miserable.�

�I�ll say.�

*~*~*~*~

Three weeks had been painfully slow for Kristoph. He was living with two Klavier�s. They shared the same taste in music, the same taste in food, the same taste in clothes. On the plus side his studies took him right to a senior year in High School. Two years skipped, on the minus; he was the outcast�again.

�You know you�re really not as fun as I thought.�

�What are you talking about?�

�That day, you knew you were getting your ass kicked and you insulted the guy to his face. But since then it�s been one sob story after the next.�

�You don�t know what you�re talking about.�

�I know you�re sixteen and haven�t been laid. You�re gay aren�t you?�

�I� don�t know.�

�Kristoph, who are you talking to?� Klavier was looking at his brother from the open doorway to his room.

�No one.� Kristoph snapped continuing to fold his clothing. He as the only neat one in this house.

�That bastard again.�

�I share your sentiment.�

�He�s so pathetic. Doesn�t he get it he�s not wanted?�

�He�s too stupid to get it.�

�Are you going to Marelda�s show tonight?�

�No.�

�You, don�t like her kind of music do you.� Klavier smiled.

�No. and I have studying to do.�

�Kristoph, Klavier, it�s time to go!� Marelda screamed from the kitchen. Everything about this house, her choice of food, everything screamed starving artist.

�Kristoph says he�s not going!� Klavier screamed back.

�Okay! Well, are you coming?�

�Yes!� Klavier turned to his brother. �You should give Marelda a chance; I think you two would get along better than you think.�

�Make sure your homework gets done.� Kristoph didn�t look back at the child and pulled his headphones from the top drawer to his dresser.

�Okay. Night, Kristoph.�

�Oh!� Marelda appeared, today her hair was pink. Upon arriving to this dump it became apparent Marelda is a temporary dye job junkie. �Uhm, I guess no parties, no girls and� if you do have girls use protection.�

�Of course.� Kristoph sighed. �Homework will be done and in bed by 10.� He rolled his eyes.

�Okay, See you Stophie.� She laughed at the look of annoyance on his face and the pair left.

�If I were you I�d just kill myself. Two of them under one roof?�

�I know.�

�I know where she watches her movies.� Kristoph made his way to the bathroom

�Movies?�

�MOVIES.�

�Oh. Who are you by the way?�

�Don�t worry about names. Just know that I�m on your side and so long as you don�t betray me, I won�t betray you.�
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