Dying to Live Again (new A/K fic)
Well would you look at that. I've finally written something on this stupid ass computer. Hate it hate it hate it. Not the fic, though. But yeah, here ya go. Have fun with it!
Dying to Live Again
Chapter One - I Don't Believe It
It had been three months since the trial of Vera Misham. Three months since the unveiling of Kristoph Gavin's true nature. Thre months since Klavier Gavin had broken down after the loss of the two closest people to him. Three months since Trucy and Apollo had been left to pick up the pieces.
Apollo had continued taking cases after That Trial, still trying to make a name for himself despite the loss of his old mentor. He had really thought that he was gone after the case with Phoenix, anyway. All though it was still surprising and fresh in his mind, he tried to suppress any thoughts, memories, and feelings regarding the older Gavin. At the moment, he still had papers to file, a sister to take a care of, a mother to concern himself with, and the one who was left with nothing: Klavier.
Trucy had told to him, after giving the man a week of alone time, to go over to his house and check on him. Apollo was uncertain about the whole thing at first, but after seeing him so distraught, so deep in misery, he took it in himself to try and help him, too. He owed him that much, anyway.
And so, the defense attorney had fallen into a routine for the period of three months: wake Trucy up for school, wake Mr Wright up for work, do some paperwork, have lunch with Klavier, check the phone for any clients, phone Thalassa if there weren't any, remind Trucy to do her homework, go out and buy grape juice for Mr wright, and finally, go to sleep. It was a simple line of action that he did everyday.
But, on this day, three months after That Trial, the routine had changed.
"Polly!" Trucy called out from the front of the Agency. Apollo poked his head out from his new office, seeing a waving gloved hand from the doorway.
"Yes?" the brunet replied, not bothering to move until he found out exactly why the girl was bothering him on a Saturday when she could be out doing... whatever it was teenagers do on their time off.
"Come here! I've got something to give you!"
The defense attorney hesitated for a moment before getting out of his desk chair to see what all the fuss was about. Absent-mindedly closing the door behind him, he walked through a hallway in their newly renovated "Anything Agency" to meet with his half-sister. He stopped at the entrance to the room, leaning against the wall as he watched Trucy hustle and bustle in the room.
"What is it, Truce?" Apollo asked, raising an eyebrow at the magician. She mumbled a "wait, wait" to him, continuing to rummage through a drawer in a file cabinet in the corner of the room. The defense attorney tapped his foot while idly examining the walls of Trucy's "magic practice" room, sighting a picture of her, Phoenix, and Thalassa sitting on a table littered with random magic paraphernalia.
Trucy's chipper voice grabbed his attention once again as she exclaimed, "Aha! Found 'em." With a flutter of her blue cape, the magician turned around to face the brunet standing in her doorway, waving a two pieces of papers in a gloved hand. Apollo eyed with slight curiosity as his sister approached him.
"Polly, I've got a deal you can't refuse held in my very hands," she announced, rocking on the balls of her feet in excitement.
The other eyebrow joined the first, raising slightly with intrigue. "Really, now? And what's so great about this "deal" that I wouldn't refuse it?"
"Why, it's an opportunityto spend some time with your one and only, of course! that's why you shouldn't refuse this offer."
Okay, so now it's shouldn't, not can't. That should be reassuring, but with Trucy, you never know. "My one and only? Since when have I had a one and only?"
"Since you've been having lunch with Klavier, silly!" Over the months, the siblings had spent enough time with the prosecutor to be on a first name basis. It's a lot shorter than Prosecutor Gavin, at least.
At that statement, Apollo was... surprisingly speechless. Wait... she thinks Klavier and I are an item... because we've been having lunch? "I... He..."
"Yes, I know that you appreciate me going out of my way to get these tickets for you, but it was no problem, really!" Trucycontinued on, telling the brunet about how exactly she had obtained said tickets. "See, as a magician, I get lots of fans from my gigs down at the Wonder Bar! And because my magic got to their hearts so well, one decided to give me these! Heh, and it also happens that I don't exactly like this actor in particular, so I thought that maybe..."
Apollo wasn't listening. All he could manage to do was mumble, "Wha... I... He... We never..." Over and over again as he tried to process the thought of him and Gavin in even the slightest of romantic circumstances.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't that hard, but it surprised him to know that it was Trucy who had thought of it first. Well, between the two of them, at least. Oh my go... What does Thalassa think?! And Mr Wright?! Oh man, and if I take these tickets, it'll be even worse... Wait a second... "Uh, Truce? What are the tickets for, again?"
"Hmm?" Trucy snapped out of her rant and blinked, taking in the questionbefore springing back to life, "Ah yes! These tickets are for one of Mommy's shows!"
Apollo's mouth opened to say something, but he closed it and instead, he held his hand out expectantly. You know, I could have gotten these tickets from her, too.
The magician smiled, placing the slips of paper into the brunet'shand. "See, I told you you wouldn't refuse my deal."
Apollo gave her an iffed look, but bit back his sarcastic reply. "Right. I'm gonna head out for lunch, then." He turned around, but before he took a step forward, the brunet added, "Oh, and say hi to Pearl for me, okay?"
Behind him, Trucy spluttered indignantly, her face taking on a lovely shade of red. Apollo chuckled to himself as he walked out the door of the Agency.
Apollo leaned against the fence of Klavier's front porch, eying the door that he had just knocked on. It usually didn't take the prosecutor this long to answer... He's probably fixing his hair or something, the diva that he is. A small smile graced the defense attorney's lips at the thought. Knowing him, he just might be checking his clothes, too, even if it's just me he's going ot with.
The sound of the door opening snapped Apllo out of his thoughts. His blond friend stood inside the open doorway, a hand in his pocket and the other resting on the brass doorknob. He blinked blue eyes at the defense attorney before offering him a bright smile. "Hello, Forehead. What are you doing here?"
"Lunch?" Apollo stared at Klavier as if he had grown a second head. They always had lunch together. You think you'd remember that after doing it for three months.
The prosecutor gave him a similar look. "I thought that we were done with that."
"And what made you think that?" the brunet asked, his eyebrows raising.
Klavierlooked to the side and ran a hand through his bangs. "Well, I thought that you were having lunch with me to help cheer me up since Kristoph was provenguilty for murder." Apollo shuddered slightly at how calmly he had said that. "And now that I am all, as you say, "chipper", I do believe that the need for lunch together is gone."
"I..." The brunet gulped. He was right. "...But if that were true, we would have stopped weeks ago, right?"
Klavier'sdemeanor faltered, but closed his eyes as he played with his bangs some more. "But you get my point."
Apollo looked at his face, trying to read his expression. It was that face he made when he was trying to convince someone to do something, or to get a groupie to swoon and leave him alone. He also felt his bracelet tighten, but he knew what the taller man was doing even without the perceive system. The blond was shifting strands of hair between his fingers, his nervous habit.
Biting his lip, Apollo lowered his gaze. There's something bothering him... But with that face, I know that it's not a good time to question it. "Well then. I was hoping to give you this after lunch, but since it's not necessary, I guess that I should just give it to you now."
The defense attorney donned a ticket from his back pocket. When he looked back up, though, Klavier had retreated back into his doorway, though the door was left open. Apollo's mouth was open, ready to tell him just what the ticket was for, but stopped himself when he realized that he was gone.
"I... Klavier?" The brunet looked past the door and saw the man standing beside a coat rack, back pressed up against the wall behind him. Apollo raised an eyebrow at him, but restrained himself from going inside. After all, he had only been there once, and that was just to find him broken down after certain events. The defense attorney refrained from steeping in after that.
"Klavier," Apollo said again, his voice firmer this time around. "Okay, what's up? First you drop our lunch cold turkey, and now you're busyig yourself with your coat rack. Is there something you're not telling me?"
Sharp brown eyes caught a quiet gulp, sighting the bob of the blond's adam's apple. He raised his eyes to meet blue ones, giving Klavieran intense look. "Well?"
"I..." Klavier'seyes were darting around quickly, now, looking at anything but Apollo. "It's nothing." He shifted against the wall, moving his weight from his arms back to his feet. "Just... Wh-What are you planning on giving me?"
"Hmm?" Apollo glanced back at the ticket in his hand. "Oh, it's just a ticket to a show. A Lamiroir concert. Trucy figured we would like it, so she gave me these tickets so we could see it together."
"T-Together?" Klavier asked, his voice no louder than a whisper. Apollo almost missed it.
"Yeah. I mean, you've always wanted me to get more into music, seeing as it was "your thing", so I guess that this would be it, huh?" It was Apollo's turn to offer Klavier a smile; for once, he was the one who was giving reassurance to the other.
"And it's nothing more than just seeing a concert, as f-friends, right?" Klavier was now off the wall as back at the doorway.
"Uh, yeah. Unless we're going as enemies." Apollo grinned at him. "If that's the case, remind me to bring some of Mr Wright's cooking. That stuff'slethal."
The blond did notreturn his smile. Blue eyes were trained on the ground, looking distracted, distant. "Heh... Alright then." He held out a tanned hand and the defense attorney dropped the paper into the open palm. "I'll see you on..." He paused to read the ticket. "...Friday. Stay well until then, ja?"
And with that, the prosecutor gently closed the door, leaving Apollo to mumble a quiet, "Bye." to the wooden entrance.
A/N: So yeah, turns out I'm using song names for the chapter titles. In fact, the title of the actually story is a song. Both of them are by Hedley and are not mine. They're good songs, though. Go listen to 'em.
Dying to Live Again
Chapter One - I Don't Believe It
It had been three months since the trial of Vera Misham. Three months since the unveiling of Kristoph Gavin's true nature. Thre months since Klavier Gavin had broken down after the loss of the two closest people to him. Three months since Trucy and Apollo had been left to pick up the pieces.
Apollo had continued taking cases after That Trial, still trying to make a name for himself despite the loss of his old mentor. He had really thought that he was gone after the case with Phoenix, anyway. All though it was still surprising and fresh in his mind, he tried to suppress any thoughts, memories, and feelings regarding the older Gavin. At the moment, he still had papers to file, a sister to take a care of, a mother to concern himself with, and the one who was left with nothing: Klavier.
Trucy had told to him, after giving the man a week of alone time, to go over to his house and check on him. Apollo was uncertain about the whole thing at first, but after seeing him so distraught, so deep in misery, he took it in himself to try and help him, too. He owed him that much, anyway.
And so, the defense attorney had fallen into a routine for the period of three months: wake Trucy up for school, wake Mr Wright up for work, do some paperwork, have lunch with Klavier, check the phone for any clients, phone Thalassa if there weren't any, remind Trucy to do her homework, go out and buy grape juice for Mr wright, and finally, go to sleep. It was a simple line of action that he did everyday.
But, on this day, three months after That Trial, the routine had changed.
"Polly!" Trucy called out from the front of the Agency. Apollo poked his head out from his new office, seeing a waving gloved hand from the doorway.
"Yes?" the brunet replied, not bothering to move until he found out exactly why the girl was bothering him on a Saturday when she could be out doing... whatever it was teenagers do on their time off.
"Come here! I've got something to give you!"
The defense attorney hesitated for a moment before getting out of his desk chair to see what all the fuss was about. Absent-mindedly closing the door behind him, he walked through a hallway in their newly renovated "Anything Agency" to meet with his half-sister. He stopped at the entrance to the room, leaning against the wall as he watched Trucy hustle and bustle in the room.
"What is it, Truce?" Apollo asked, raising an eyebrow at the magician. She mumbled a "wait, wait" to him, continuing to rummage through a drawer in a file cabinet in the corner of the room. The defense attorney tapped his foot while idly examining the walls of Trucy's "magic practice" room, sighting a picture of her, Phoenix, and Thalassa sitting on a table littered with random magic paraphernalia.
Trucy's chipper voice grabbed his attention once again as she exclaimed, "Aha! Found 'em." With a flutter of her blue cape, the magician turned around to face the brunet standing in her doorway, waving a two pieces of papers in a gloved hand. Apollo eyed with slight curiosity as his sister approached him.
"Polly, I've got a deal you can't refuse held in my very hands," she announced, rocking on the balls of her feet in excitement.
The other eyebrow joined the first, raising slightly with intrigue. "Really, now? And what's so great about this "deal" that I wouldn't refuse it?"
"Why, it's an opportunityto spend some time with your one and only, of course! that's why you shouldn't refuse this offer."
Okay, so now it's shouldn't, not can't. That should be reassuring, but with Trucy, you never know. "My one and only? Since when have I had a one and only?"
"Since you've been having lunch with Klavier, silly!" Over the months, the siblings had spent enough time with the prosecutor to be on a first name basis. It's a lot shorter than Prosecutor Gavin, at least.
At that statement, Apollo was... surprisingly speechless. Wait... she thinks Klavier and I are an item... because we've been having lunch? "I... He..."
"Yes, I know that you appreciate me going out of my way to get these tickets for you, but it was no problem, really!" Trucycontinued on, telling the brunet about how exactly she had obtained said tickets. "See, as a magician, I get lots of fans from my gigs down at the Wonder Bar! And because my magic got to their hearts so well, one decided to give me these! Heh, and it also happens that I don't exactly like this actor in particular, so I thought that maybe..."
Apollo wasn't listening. All he could manage to do was mumble, "Wha... I... He... We never..." Over and over again as he tried to process the thought of him and Gavin in even the slightest of romantic circumstances.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't that hard, but it surprised him to know that it was Trucy who had thought of it first. Well, between the two of them, at least. Oh my go... What does Thalassa think?! And Mr Wright?! Oh man, and if I take these tickets, it'll be even worse... Wait a second... "Uh, Truce? What are the tickets for, again?"
"Hmm?" Trucy snapped out of her rant and blinked, taking in the questionbefore springing back to life, "Ah yes! These tickets are for one of Mommy's shows!"
Apollo's mouth opened to say something, but he closed it and instead, he held his hand out expectantly. You know, I could have gotten these tickets from her, too.
The magician smiled, placing the slips of paper into the brunet'shand. "See, I told you you wouldn't refuse my deal."
Apollo gave her an iffed look, but bit back his sarcastic reply. "Right. I'm gonna head out for lunch, then." He turned around, but before he took a step forward, the brunet added, "Oh, and say hi to Pearl for me, okay?"
Behind him, Trucy spluttered indignantly, her face taking on a lovely shade of red. Apollo chuckled to himself as he walked out the door of the Agency.
Apollo leaned against the fence of Klavier's front porch, eying the door that he had just knocked on. It usually didn't take the prosecutor this long to answer... He's probably fixing his hair or something, the diva that he is. A small smile graced the defense attorney's lips at the thought. Knowing him, he just might be checking his clothes, too, even if it's just me he's going ot with.
The sound of the door opening snapped Apllo out of his thoughts. His blond friend stood inside the open doorway, a hand in his pocket and the other resting on the brass doorknob. He blinked blue eyes at the defense attorney before offering him a bright smile. "Hello, Forehead. What are you doing here?"
"Lunch?" Apollo stared at Klavier as if he had grown a second head. They always had lunch together. You think you'd remember that after doing it for three months.
The prosecutor gave him a similar look. "I thought that we were done with that."
"And what made you think that?" the brunet asked, his eyebrows raising.
Klavierlooked to the side and ran a hand through his bangs. "Well, I thought that you were having lunch with me to help cheer me up since Kristoph was provenguilty for murder." Apollo shuddered slightly at how calmly he had said that. "And now that I am all, as you say, "chipper", I do believe that the need for lunch together is gone."
"I..." The brunet gulped. He was right. "...But if that were true, we would have stopped weeks ago, right?"
Klavier'sdemeanor faltered, but closed his eyes as he played with his bangs some more. "But you get my point."
Apollo looked at his face, trying to read his expression. It was that face he made when he was trying to convince someone to do something, or to get a groupie to swoon and leave him alone. He also felt his bracelet tighten, but he knew what the taller man was doing even without the perceive system. The blond was shifting strands of hair between his fingers, his nervous habit.
Biting his lip, Apollo lowered his gaze. There's something bothering him... But with that face, I know that it's not a good time to question it. "Well then. I was hoping to give you this after lunch, but since it's not necessary, I guess that I should just give it to you now."
The defense attorney donned a ticket from his back pocket. When he looked back up, though, Klavier had retreated back into his doorway, though the door was left open. Apollo's mouth was open, ready to tell him just what the ticket was for, but stopped himself when he realized that he was gone.
"I... Klavier?" The brunet looked past the door and saw the man standing beside a coat rack, back pressed up against the wall behind him. Apollo raised an eyebrow at him, but restrained himself from going inside. After all, he had only been there once, and that was just to find him broken down after certain events. The defense attorney refrained from steeping in after that.
"Klavier," Apollo said again, his voice firmer this time around. "Okay, what's up? First you drop our lunch cold turkey, and now you're busyig yourself with your coat rack. Is there something you're not telling me?"
Sharp brown eyes caught a quiet gulp, sighting the bob of the blond's adam's apple. He raised his eyes to meet blue ones, giving Klavieran intense look. "Well?"
"I..." Klavier'seyes were darting around quickly, now, looking at anything but Apollo. "It's nothing." He shifted against the wall, moving his weight from his arms back to his feet. "Just... Wh-What are you planning on giving me?"
"Hmm?" Apollo glanced back at the ticket in his hand. "Oh, it's just a ticket to a show. A Lamiroir concert. Trucy figured we would like it, so she gave me these tickets so we could see it together."
"T-Together?" Klavier asked, his voice no louder than a whisper. Apollo almost missed it.
"Yeah. I mean, you've always wanted me to get more into music, seeing as it was "your thing", so I guess that this would be it, huh?" It was Apollo's turn to offer Klavier a smile; for once, he was the one who was giving reassurance to the other.
"And it's nothing more than just seeing a concert, as f-friends, right?" Klavier was now off the wall as back at the doorway.
"Uh, yeah. Unless we're going as enemies." Apollo grinned at him. "If that's the case, remind me to bring some of Mr Wright's cooking. That stuff'slethal."
The blond did notreturn his smile. Blue eyes were trained on the ground, looking distracted, distant. "Heh... Alright then." He held out a tanned hand and the defense attorney dropped the paper into the open palm. "I'll see you on..." He paused to read the ticket. "...Friday. Stay well until then, ja?"
And with that, the prosecutor gently closed the door, leaving Apollo to mumble a quiet, "Bye." to the wooden entrance.
A/N: So yeah, turns out I'm using song names for the chapter titles. In fact, the title of the actually story is a song. Both of them are by Hedley and are not mine. They're good songs, though. Go listen to 'em.