And hello, everybody! Today I'm back with a double sporking of these two fics! This is going to be...
The Klema Duology
Rating: 3 Sahwits
Normally, I'd go into detail about the fics and why they deserve this rating but...honestly, it's best to let them speak for themselves. It really is. You'll see.
Now, introducing the sporkers!
Apollo Justice - "It's times like this when I wish I was back in Khura'in."
Trucy Wright - "Aw, but we've missed you, Polly!"
Klavier Gavin - "Indeed, Herr Forehead. We've hardly met in the last few months, ja?"
Ema Skye - "MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
Anyway, let's start the show!
Back at the new Theatre, our cast has arrived and is currently chatting up a storm.
Trucy: Hey! We're not that talkative, Mr. Narrator!
Apollo: Trucy, could you please stop talking to the Narrator?
Trucy: Why not?
Klavier: It comes off as rather sad, ja?
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Apollo: (Ema's been just crunching on her Snackoos ever since we've got here. I wonder...) Ema, do you know what we're sp- *ka-tonk* Ow! (I guess she does. Why's she so upset about it though?)
Klavier: This new theatre is über cool. Ja, Herr Management?
Speakers: How did you know?
Klavier: Why wouldn't you be here? This theatre needs you.
Speakers: Fair enough. Anyway, today's a new day, and with it comes a new sporking.
Trucy: What is it?
Speakers: Well, actually...we're having two fics today! We've dubbed it...the Klema Duology!
Klavier: ...Schiße. Not this again.
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Apollo: Oh. (That explains her behaviour, at least.)
Trucy: Two fics today? That's cool!
Speakers: Isn't it? Think of it like a double header, but with sporks instead of sports.
Trucy: Wow! That's barely a change of letter!
Apollo: (I think that was supposed to be some kind of reference, but I have no idea what to.)
Speakers: Anyway, we should probably start. Well, if someone would stop munching on their snacks.
Ema: ...Fine.
Speakers: Good. Then let's get the ball rolling!
Suicidal Nightmare
Apollo: Isn't that what this theatre is?
Trucy: Wow, Apollo! That's pretty poetic.
Klavier: Ja, it's not something I would have expected of you.
Apollo: Eh heh heh...
Ema: It's a fitting title if this is from my perspective anyhow.
Disclaimer: Nein, I do not own Klavier and or Ema.
Note: This is a one-shot. Just for keeping my imagination flowing. When it's Ema's POV I will do -~-~-~-~-~-~ and when it's Klavier's POV xOxOxOx.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Klavier: I would hope the author doesn't own us, ja, Fräulein Detective?
Ema: It's Forensic Investigator now, fop.
Klavier: Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. Congratulations on your promotion, Fräulein Forensic Investigator!
Apollo: (And already he's onto the next nickname.) What's the need for two different line breaks anyway?
Trucy: Silly Polly, it's to properly distinguish between the two! We don't want any unnecessary confusion, do we?
xOxOxOx
Nothing. Absolutely nothing left. Nobody's here, no one, everybody hates me. I should just go die. The woman I love hates me. I've got nothing to live for anymore. A sobbing Prosecutor Gavin thought.
Klavier: What?!
Ema: Kind of an odd thing for a world famous rock star to say, fop.
Trucy: Exactly! He's loved by the female masses.
Apollo: Why is the last sentence separated from the one before it? They should be conjoined with a comma.
Everybody hates me, I set a guilty man death penalty, we found out the truth after he died.
Ema: If he's guilty, then what did the fop do wrong?
Klavier: I believe they meant to say that I sent someone not guilty to the guillotines, ja?
Apollo: Why is this all one sentence?!
My mother and father used to tell us, Kristoph was born lucky, and I was lucky to be born. They didn't notice me. They always spoiled their little Kristoph, and ignored me.
Trucy: That's kind of a harsh thing to tell your child, isn't it?
Apollo: Well, this is a piece of backstory that came out of nowhere.
Klavier: How do these people come up with these? There's hardly any proof to-
Ema: You're overthinking this, fop. Do you really think that fanfic writers really care that much about what was stated in-game?
Speakers: The sporkers will refrain from breaking the fourth wall. Seriously, we just rebuilt it the other day. We don't want it all crumbling down on us again.
Trucy: Poor Management. It must suck having to fix all of that.
Klavier stepped into the elevator and set it to roof. The elevator door opened and showed the flat roof of the Prosecutor's Office. He stepped out of the elevator, taking muffling loud breaths. He looked down the street, fast cars were driving by.
Apollo: He's actually going to do it?!
Klavier: Why?!
Ema: And how is no one else seeing this?!
-~-~-~-~-
"Damn It!" Ema swore as she forgot to take the paper's to Klavier. "Seeing that damn fop again makes me throw up."
Trucy: Oh, now we're in Ema's perspective.
Apollo: 'It' isn't supposed to be capitalised. And there shouldn't be an apostrophe in 'papers'.
Ema: I can already see where this is going and I'm not liking any bit of it.
"Any problem, Detective Skye?" A slightly richer Gumshoe asked. Gumshoe had been given a pay rise, now he's being paid fairly.
Ema: Well, I'm glad to see he's being treated better at least. I always wondered what happened to him.
Klavier: He doesn't look that much richer since the last time I saw him.
"Ah. Yes, I need to give these papers to Prosecutor Gavin." She said, glaring at the paper envelope she was holding.
"Ho, ho, ho! Just that? I'd be glad to bring them to Prosecutor Gavin."
Ema: Thank goodness for that.
Apollo: And there goes Ema out of the picture.
Klavier: I would much prefer if that were the case, Herr Forehead.
"Nah. I have to get used to that fop anyway."
Ema: No, fic-me! You're making a gigantic mistake!
Trucy: Familiarity breeds friendship, as the saying goes.
Apollo: Trucy, the saying is 'Familiarity breeds contempt'.
Trucy: Huh? But Daddy always told me it was friendship.
Apollo: (That explains a lot.)
"'Fop'?"
"Eh.. I call him a glimmerous fop."
"Okay, then. Goodbye, Detective Skye." A gumshoe wearing a suitable suit and neat hair said.
Ema: I guess we don't work together a lot in this fic if he doesn't know even that.
Klavier: 'A gumshoe'? Not Herr Detective Gumshoe?
Apollo: That's just a typo, I think.
"Oh, and Mr. Gumshoe? Have you seen him?"
"Ahh… He went to the elevator, you should fingerprint the buttons and see where he pressed."
Trucy: Is she talking to him or not? I can't tell here.
Apollo: I think she is, but there should be another comma after 'and' to make that clearer. Also, is fingerprinting the buttons like that even allowed in normal circumstances? Prosecutor Gavin should be in his office, ideally.
Ema: If it prevents needless hassle, then I'm fine with it.
"Thanks. Good Idea."
She headed to the elevator, she dusted for Klavier's prints, and she found a print on the button "roof" and pressed it.
Klavier: Mein Gott, Fräulein Forensic Investigator! You actually went and did it?
Trucy: If it were me, I'd use my Magic Panties to teleport to wherever he was.
Apollo: ...Yeah, actually, I prefer this in comparison.
She stepped out of the elevator door, and found the most horrific scene ever.
Ema: The fop being an emo? Yeah, pretty horrific.
Apollo: So are we going to switch perspectives again?
xOxOxOx
This is it. My chance to be free from this horrible life.
He was about to jump when a strong arm had pulled his arm. A warm soft arm.
Apollo: Why aren't Prosecutor Gavin's thoughts in quotes or followed by 'he thought'?
Trucy: It sounds more like the narrator's speaking when it's in third person.
Ema: I wouldn't blame them, whoever they were.
"You should've let me die! I've got nothing worth living for! Everybody hates me!" A teary-eyed Prosecutor shouted.
"No! Lots of people care, Prosecutor Gavin! Lots of people care for you!"
"Nobody does, name one."
Klavier: Good grief, fic-me is an idiot.
Ema: And you aren't?
Apollo: I don't know why the author thought Prosecutor Gavin wouldn't have any fans.
"I do."
"No you don't." He said, then ran to the elevator and immediately closed the door.
Trucy: Is he simply going back down?
Apollo: How did no one see him?!
Ema: And why am I of all people the only one to stop him?!
-~-~-~-~-~-
She saw Klavier Gavin standing on the edge of the roof, ready to jump. She pulled his soft muscled arms.
Klavier: Why are we flashing back again?
Apollo: Are we?
Trucy: Yeah, Polly! Prosecutor Gavin is on the roof ready to jump again!
Ema: I hope they don't actually repeat this.
They do, word for word except from Ema's perspective, only changing a line or two in the process.
Trucy: Huh?
Ema: ...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Apollo: Seriously? What was even the point of that?
"No! Prosecutor Gavin!" She ran down the stairs hoping to get down the 24 flight of stairs before him. On the tenth floor he saw the elevator door open and empty, she went in and pressed Ground level.
Apollo: Why did Ema suddenly become a male for a second?
Klavier: I think that was a typo, Herr Forehead. Regardless, it was amusing seeing the actors actually switch on screen like that. Nice touch.
Speakers: Hehe, thanks.
"Please! I can't let him go!"
She reached the ground level, he wasn't their, he asked the guard if he saw him.
Trucy: Did Ema change into a guy again?
Ema: Why can't the author use pronouns properly?
Apollo: That's also the wrong form of 'there'.
"Umm… He went to the building that is going to be demolished today."
Everyone: YOU DIDN'T STOP HIM?!
"WHAT! Thanks for your help, I gotta go!"
Ema ran toward the building, she used the same procedure on the elevator, the pressed button was, Underground Basement Parking. She silently swore and headed down.
Apollo: Seriously, how did no one see him go in there?!
Trucy: Shouldn't the construction crew be here? And isn't the building to be demolished supposed to be closed off?
Ema: 'The pressed button was'? Who talks like that?
Klavier: The overusage of commas here is irritating.
She went left, right, left, straight, left, forward, then started taking random directions. He found Prosecutor Gavin.
Apollo: Of course she did. Or well, 'he'- *ka-tonk*
Ema: Why this 'he' business again?!
Klavier: I was willing to believe the first two were mistakes, but doing the same thing thrice without noticing it is a stretch, ja?
xOxOxOx
I don't deserve to live.
He ran toward the going to be demolished building and hoped to be killed. He went down the most possible downwards he could go.
Perfect. I should go take random directions and hide.
And so he did. Isolated. He waited for death.
Trucy: Wow, Prosecutor Gavin also chose randomly? What luck.
Klavier: What idiocy.
-~-~-~-~-xOxOxOx
Ema: Huh? Whose perspective is this from?
Trucy: Both of them?
Klavier: It's very confusing that this wasn't stated earlier at the start then.
Apollo: 'We don't want any unnecessary confusion, do we?', huh, Trucy?
Trucy: Um...that's...you know.
"What are you doing here!?"
"Trying to save you, Fop!"
"I don't deserve life! Get out of here before the demolition starts!"
Ema: If he's being this idiotic, then I agree. Kill fic-fop.
*Crash*
The demolition had already started, a piece of the ceiling landed on Ema, making her unconscious, Klavier could hardly breath.
Trucy: So the construction crew was already there?
Ema: So he really did avoid them.
Apollo: Also, it's 'breathe' with an e.
"Fräulein? Mein Gott! Fräulein!" He carried the bleeding brunette on his back. The elevator couldn't work now, they were trapped.
Apollo: WHY WEREN'T THEY DISABLED BEFORE THE DEMOLITION?!
Trucy: Ow! My ears!
Klavier: Indoor voice, Herr Forehead.
Apollo: Oops. Sorry...
But then, he remembered something.
From a case a few years ago, this building was a crucial clue. There was a secret passage from The Underground Basement Parking, leading outside, it was a flower design on the wall, it was a secret door.
Apollo: What's this case about?
Klavier: Most likely something that was made up for the convenience of the plot, ja?
Ema: It sounds like a case I was involved in a long time back, but this flower door thing is definitely alien to me.
He searched for the hidden door and came upon it. He opened the door and then-
*Crash*
Another piece of the ceiling falls on Ema, this time her breathing has diminished. He heart had stopped. Klavier's heart missed a beat.
Trucy: Poor Ema.
Ema: How am I not dead yet?
Apollo: 'He heart'? And it's had, not has!
He went as quickly as he could, the trail went into an alleyway.
He felt no breath, nor a pulse. He had only two choices. And he's not going to let her die. He could either take her to the hospital, or, do CPR, the hospital was 19 miles away. He had no choice.
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Klavier: Not even checking for a heartbeat?
Apollo: I think he did a few paragraphs back.
1…2…3… *THUD* 1…2…3… *THUD* Him breathing into her mouth was slight, but it had successfully done the trick.
Trucy: What were those thud noises sup-
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
He felt a pulse this time, and there was a faint trace of breathing, fragile, but still. She was bleeding everywhere. He had to take her somewhere. Incidentally, this alleyway was only two blocks from his house, he could make it. He put his jacket on Ema and ran as fast as he could.
Apollo: Two blocks away? They really are just making stuff up as they go along!
Trucy: His jacket? But isn't Ema wearing a lab coat? When did it come off?
Ema: If I don't die due to those injuries, I'm definitely going to die due to overheating with all those clothes.
He arrived at his bachelor mansion and put Ema into his bed. He sobbed quietly while waiting for the brunette to regain consciousness.
Trucy: Wow, Prosecutor Gavin's loaded.
Klavier: With all the money I make due to my double life, why wouldn't I be? Though this is a gross overexaggeration.
-~-~-~-
The last thing she remembered was the face of the fop. Sobbing quietly. She had woken up in a new room. She slipped out of the bed and stood up, then realizing she had stepped on something. The Fop.
Apollo: What?
Trucy: Um...let's continue watching!
He was sleeping on the floor in a futon. Looking worried.
Klavier: How can I be on both simultaneously?
"I love you, Klavier Gavin." She said silently.
"I love you too, Ema Skye." Klavier said laughing, but in a serious face. And stood up.
Apollo: That last part should be one sentence.
Trucy: How do you laugh with a serious face?
Ema: Same way you say something silently.
"What the, you were awa-" She didn't get to finish that sentence.
Klavier had pulled he face and drawn it closer to his, their lips touched, it was a sensation. Blue sparks around them were visible.
Trucy: Blue sparks? Is that how kissing works?
Ema: Well, that was a good time to turn into a man, at least.
Apollo: Are pronouns really that hard for the author?
But, this didn't last long. Something had hit the man's heart. A knife to be precise.
Klavier: Was?!
Apollo: Hit is an understatement. Also, there should be a comma after knife.
Klavier: Don't detract from the matter at hand, Herr Forehead!
Ema: Yeah, who stabbed the fop?
I node was attached. She read the note.
Trucy: I...node?
Apollo: Is the author typing this on a phone?
Klavier: Never mind that! What does the note say?
Auf Wiedersehen, bruder.
(Translation: Goodbye, brother.)
Klavier: ...
Apollo: (What the-?!) Um...
Trucy: Is that-
Ema: ...Let's just move on for everyone's sake.
Ema teared slowly, as the blood poured, she couldn't do anything. The knife hit the heart perfectly.
Trucy: Is she going to be killed next?!
Apollo: I hope not.
-~-~-~-~-
Klavier Gavin's funeral. Lot's of people are here. Mostly fans, some family members, some co-workers, some, friends.
Trucy: Oh, I guess not.
Klavier: Thank goodness that got over quickly.
Apollo: 'Some, friends'? Really?
Ema had teared to an extent where she couldn't anymore. People tried to comfort her. But none succeeded.
*Ring! Ring!*
"Huh?" She saw where she was. She was in her bed. It was a dream all along.
Apollo: What?! Are you kidding me?!
Klavier: 'Suicidal Nightmare' indeed.
Trucy: At least that kind of explains the previous flaws. Ema was just dreaming them up. Mystery solved!
Apollo: No it isn't! This is a copout!
Ema: Be thankful, Apollo. We got off easy.
She hurried to do everything. And went to the Prosecutor's Office. She went to the roof and saw Klavier.
She silently walked over and called his name loud. Before he could see who it was, she kissed him.
Ema: That's sexual assault. I could be arrested for that.
Apollo: What was Prosecutor Gavin doing on the rooftop this time?
Trucy: Hopefully not trying to kill himself.
xOxOxOx
What a beautiful day.
"Klavier!" Someone had shouted.
He turned around, but before he could see who it was, he was kissed. He broke apart thinking it was some fangirl. But when he saw who it was.
Apollo: They repeated the same thing but from the other perspective?
Klavier: Again?
"F-fräulein Skye?" He said then stopped. She had kissed him again. Longer, more forceful this time, but the soft enchanting touch of her lips were still the same.
The End.
Trucy: Yuck.
Ema: CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
Apollo: (Yikes! I've never seen Ema eating with so much...vehemence before.)
Klavier: At least it's over, ja?
The lights come on.
Ema: Well, that was fast. Goodbye, everyone. I'll see you-
Speakers: Nuh uh. Today's a double header, remember?
Trucy: But with sporks instead of sports, right?
Speakers: Right. This is just an intermission.
Ema: Grrrrr!
Apollo: Ema, there's no point in trying to leave. Let's just get some snacks and come back here or something.
Trucy: But the snack bar isn't even filled up! There's just some old prunes, some ice cubes, and a granola bar three years past the expiration date!
Speakers: Look, that's all was left in the fridge, alright?
Klavier: Ach. Has the theatre really reached such a low? Unbelievable.
Speakers: Shut up. Just for that, I'm starting up the next part now.
Apollo: What? Wait, you can't-
The lights turn off and the sporkers begrudgingly return to their seats as the next part begins.
Sacrafice
Everyone: ...
Apollo: Well, we're already off to a fantastic start.
Trucy: Apollo...I'm scared.
Klavier: This is quite foreboding indeed.
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
"Will you just leave me alone!" The prosecutors looked over at Prosecutor Gavin's office at the shouting. Ema ran out of the door. "Here I am trying to review a case with you and you just try to flirt with me!"
Trucy: 'The prosecutors'? 'At the shouting'?
Apollo: And I thought the last one had bad grammar.
Ema: Admittedly, despite all the crap I give the fop, he knows when to be serious. He would never be up to his usual shenanigans when reviewing a case with me.
Klavier: Tch. What a backhanded compliment.
"Fräulein Skye," Klavier said. "I'm not trying to flirt with you today."
"Like you weren't yesterday," Ema said. Klavier looked down. "I thought so." Ema shook her head and ran off. Klavier went back into his office.
Apollo: What, were they reviewing cases daily?
Ema: You'd be surprised how many cases we have back at the precinct.
Klavier: Also, if this is taking place when I think it is, I should be calling her 'Fräulein Detective'.
"Every time," he said. He heard a knock on the door. "Come in." He was shocked to see who was at the door. "Ah" He rushed to straighten out his desk.
Apollo: Just 'ah'? What does that even mean?
Trucy: I think since he rushed after hearing the voice, it must mean surprise. But it could use a punctuation mark or two.
Ema: 'Straighten out his desk'? You mean the papers on it?
Klavier: Maybe my desk is feeling a little lazy today and decided to lean a little, ja?
"Klavier," the man said. "I wish you'd stop doing that every time I see you." Klavier laughed awkwardly.
Ema: What, when they just run into each other he just runs back into his office to 'straighten out' his desk?
Apollo: Who is that guy, anyway?
Trucy: Um...it's probably the Chief Prosecutor. So Uncle Edgeworth!
"Right," he said. "Force of habit. Can I get you anything Mr. Edgeworth."
"I was wondering if I could help you out," Edgeworth said smiling. "Your argument with Ema wasn't very quite." Klavier huffed.
Trucy: Yay! I was right!
Ema: Wow! It's crazy actually seeing him smile!
Apollo: And it's 'quiet'- *ka-tonk* Ow!
Ema: Shut up, you! Stop trying to be him! You'll never be half the man he is!
Apollo: (I'm sensing a lot of fangirling coming from her.)
"It wasn't my fault," he muttered. "She's over sensitive."
"I'm sure Ema would say the same thing," Edgeworth said. Klavier nodded. "Dare I suggest you try doing things her way for once."
Apollo: It's one wo-
Ema: Stop pointing out irrelevant typographical errors!
Trucy: It's getting a little annoying, Polly.
Klavier: Agreed. We know the author cannot spell, but reiterating the same thing will not produce anything of value, ja?
Apollo: Fine! (Geez, can't a guy point out errors anymore?)
"Like that would that would ever work," Klavier moaned. "I mean she hates me."
"She certainly doesn't love you," Edgeworth said. Klavier looked down. "Hey you said it first. Besides she doesn't hate you."
Ema: This isn't how Mr. Edgeworth talks!
Trucy: It's also getting really weird trying to figure out who's speaking here.
Apollo: Spacing is important, author!
"She only listens to you," Klavier said. "You're the one she likes, not me."
"Here I thought you always got the lady," Edgeworth said. "You and your band."
"Hey we broke up remember," Klavier objected.
Ema: Who? Me and the fop?
Klavier: I think they're referring to the Gavinners. Our breakup inspired mass usage of tissues nationwide.
Apollo: (Why does he always have to be so dramatic?)
"So the news tidbit I heard about you getting back together at New Years was false."
"That's different," Klavier muttered. "It's just for charity."
Apollo: Huh? When was this?
Klavier: The only time we got together after that was at Themis Legal Academy. I think the author is getting rather confused.
Speakers: Actually, both of these fics were written way back. 2009 and early 2013 respectively. That could explain it.
"Still you're more popular than me," Edgeworth said. "I mean I may be chief but you still have fans wanting you."
Klavier: There's no need to look at me with such disdain, Fräulein Forensic Investigator.
Ema: CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH
Apollo: (Those poor Snackoos don't stand a chance.)
"Yeah. It doesn't matter if she doesn't love me," Klavier said looking down. Edgeworth lifted an eyebrow. "Besides I just can't pick up one of those girls just cause I want to date." Klavier looked at his boss. "Right?"
"My advise," Edgeworth said. "If you want Miss Ema then meet her in the middle." He left.
Trucy: Wait, I just realised. Did we just listen to Uncle Edgeworth give Prosecutor Gavin dating advice for an entire scene?
Ema: ...We did?
Apollo: Huh. Honestly, I didn't even realise. What the heck, author?!
Klavier: Herr Edgeworth is anything but a matchmaker, honestly.
"He makes it sound so easy," Klavier sighed. He picked up her phone. "We never did get to talk about the case." He texted Ema to meet him up later. He sighed not looking forward to tonight.
"Hello," Klavier said. Ema was not amused.
Apollo: Next scene already?
Ema: That came out of nowhere.
"Let's just get this over with Fop," she said. She was eating her snackoos.
"I don't mean to offend you but isn't the point of going to a restaurant to eat at a restaurant."
"Whatever but this is not-"
Klavier: Why are we discussing the case at a restaurant?
Trucy: I think someone would be able overhear this.
Apollo: Is this allowed, Ema?
Ema: Need I even answer?
"I know this is purely business." Ema was surprised at his tone but nodded.
"And how many would it be today?" the waitress asked.
"Just two," Klavier said. Ema huffed. What was with him? Was what she said hurt him that much? The waitress nodded as she led them to a table. Ema sat herself down wondering what was on Klavier's mind.
Ema: Ooooooh! I see now.
Apollo: What?
Ema: Fic-fop's going for the sympathy points here in order to make me forgive him or whatever.
Klavier: Tch. The classic dog with its tail between its legs act.
Trucy: Yeah, I use this a lot when my Daddy gets mad at me.
Apollo: It works?
Trucy: Yeah, a lot of the time!
Apollo: (...I really shouldn't be so surprised.)
"You ok fop," Ema asked. Klavier looked up.
"Yeah Fräu-Detective Skye," Klavier said. "So what happened in the case?"
"Well Prosecutor Gavin," Ema started. She explained the case thoroughly as Klavier listened while he ate. "Should be simple enough to prove."
Klavier: 'Fräu-Detective Skye'? Did I use Fräu with a hyphen or simply cut myself off?
"Yeah," Klavier said. "It sure will be. You shouldn't have a hard time up on stand."
"I guess," Ema said. "Through science and forensics." She smirked. "I hope you can handle it fop."
"You too detective," he smiled.
Apollo: 'You too'? What does that even mean?
Ema: I mean, obviously I can handle the science. Whatever, it's not like it's that big a dea-
"Ok FOP!" Ema said as Klavier got up. He looked at her. "What is going on."
"I-I," Klavier stuttered. "Ema listen I-I really care about you."
Everyone: ?!
Klavier: What the-?! Herr Management, did we skip forward?
Speakers: Hm? No, this is the next thing that comes after this.
Apollo: How does this dialogue follow what was said?
Trucy: Maybe Ema suddenly snapped?
Ema: Still an odd moment to do it.
Unnecessary drama ensues and Ema rushes out of the restaurant while Klavier tries not to cry.
Apollo: That's nice to hear.
'Tears,' he thought. 'I must really love her.' He went back to the prosecutor's office. He saw the chief talking to his younger sister before he saw Klavier.
Ema: Why did the fop need to reaffirm that with his tears?
Trucy: Who's this younger sister anyway? I never heard about her!
Apollo: Probably an OC.
Ema: Nope, I've met her before. She's real as science.
Apollo: Huh. I didn't expect that.
"I take it dinner didn't go well," Edgeworth said as he saw Klavier.
"No," Klavier said. Edgeworth's phone went off.
"What?" he said. "But Klavier's right here and-" Klavier looked up. Edgeworth put his hand over his phone. "Lana called. Ema never came home."
Ema: Weird. That's the one place you'd think I'd go to after this mess.
"Probably running off somewhere," Klavier said. "It won't take long before she goes back home."
Apollo: It's running off to som-
*ka-tonk*
Apollo: Ow! (I guess Ema didn't take too favourably to that.)
Piano boy runs up the stairs and looks into a window to see his reflection.
Everyone: ...
Apollo: Wow. Even the Management's getting pissed.
Klavier: ...So it's come to this, has it? I'm surprised it took so long, actually.
Speakers: We've been wanting to do that for a while.
Trucy: Wait, why did he look into the window anyway?
"Stop toying with my feelings!"
"You don't really feel that way."
"If that's the way she sees me, I'll just change it."
"Hey what do you think you're doing in hea-" Franziska said opening the door, Edgeworth behind her.
"!"
Trucy: I still don't get it.
Ema: Who really knows? The ways of fic-fop are beyond our comprehension.
Klavier: But that actually makes him sound cool, Fräulein Forensic Investigator.
Ema: Hmm, true.
Meanwhile Ema was walking around the park before she sat on a swing.
"Maybe I over reacted a bit," Ema said. "But he doesn't care about me." She heard footsteps behind her. "Go away fop."
Apollo: A park?
Ema: I don't know why I chose that of all places, especially so late.
Trucy: What's with the dramatic shot of Prosecutor Gavin? We can't even see him clearly.
Klavier: He almost looks...intimidating.
"No Fräulein," he said.
"How did you even find me?' Ema huffed.
"You left you're footprint analyzer at my office once," Klavier said. "Your sister was worried about you. Frankly so was I."
Ema: He actually knows how to use that?
Klavier: I'm not sure if that would have been particularly useful considering it never rained. Also, fic-me seemingly doesn't want the Fräuleins anymore.
"I guess I better go back then," She said standing up. "Well thanks for-" She stared at Klavier.
"Something on my face?" he asked.
Apollo: Jeez, this is getting scary now.
Trucy: Did Prosecutor Gavin get a haircut or something?
Ema: Nah, seems unlikely. And idiotic.
"Yo-Your-" She stuttered. Klavier took Ema's hand and held up to his neck. "What did you do to your hair." Klavier gave a sad smile as Ema stared at his now short hair.
"I cut it," he said.
Apollo: What.
Ema: ...Well, I take that back. Not the part about being idiotic, though.
Trucy: So that explains the angle!
"Just because of what I said?" Ema asked. Klavier nodded as he took Ema's face closer to him. Ema didn't stop the kiss this time. She smiled and kissed back. When they broke off the kiss Ema smiled. "You really didn't have to do that you know. The hair I mean."
Ema: The hair? Why would I give a flying flipping fu-...Look, why would this hair nonsense interest me?
Klavier: It is finely crafted, Fräulein Forensic Investigator. It costs quite a lot to get it to be that way in the mornings.
"It was the only I could think to show you how serious I am about you, Ema," Klavier said. Ema began to cry.
Everyone sans Klavier looks at the screen incredulously while trying not to laugh.
Klavier: I don't know why you're all making those faces. My hair is worth quite a lot, ja?
Apollo: Nein. Pfffthahahaha!
Trucy: Even the actors can't believe what they're saying!
Ema: The hair, of all things?!
Klavier: ...
"I-I" Ema stuttered. "You made a difference today, Klavier." She hugged him as he held onto her tight.
Apollo: *is still in tears*
Ema: Pffft...scientifically speaking, that difference is negligible.
Klavier: *sigh*
The lights come back on.
Trucy: What an ending that was! Right, Polly?
Apollo: It sure was.
Ema: Agreed.
Klavier: ...
Ema: What's wrong, fop?
Klavier: ...Fine, I admit it. That was a hilariously inept attempt at an ending.
Apollo: ...That's all?
Ema: Geez, and here I thought we'd slighted you. Let's get out of here.
Trucy: Let's! My next magic show's starting in two hours and you're all invited!
And so, as our sporkers leave the theatres, our time comes to an end. Let us meet again...next time! ...Sir? Yes, sir? Oh, the next one? ...Really? Alright, yes sir. ...You want to discuss the details with me, sir? Yes, I'll be coming now, sir! Now where's that blasted butto-]
*BLEEP*
Hope you enjoyed. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Good night. I hope you guys are having a merry thanksgiving or whatever you call it there.