three years later [Ace Attorney]
three years later
author: crown_celestial
word count: 662
summary: Franziska von Karma and Klavier Gavin. Two different years, two different meetings.
a gift!fic for a friend, who is my fellow Friska/Klavier fangirl. 8Db
[2015; Germany]
Franziska did not like Klavier Gavin. She made that fact perfectly clear two weeks ago, after shooting down his invitation to go to prom.
“I’m busy,” she had said icily. “With work, you know.” In case he wasn’t aware that she was already a prosecutor (albeit with only a few cases, all of which she had won).
Klavier didn’t seem to get the hint. “Fraulein von Karma, I insist. You’re overworking with yourself with all these cases. Take some time to enjoy your teenage life.”
Franziska looked at him coldly. “I don’t intend to waste my time-unlike you. Our families are well-established in the legal field, Klavier Gavin-it’s a pity you don’t take it seriously.” She looked meaningfully at the guitar case slung at his shoulder.
His smile didn’t even disappear, though it had certainly lost its brightness. “To tell you the truth, I’m not really looking forward to becoming an attorney,” he admitted.
“Hmph.” She folded her arms. “So you’ll just become some penniless musician on the street.”
“I prefer the term rock star, Fraulein,” he replied. “Won’t you change your mind? About the prom, I mean? You graduate next year.”
“You’re a little too young for me, Klavier Gavin,” she said haughtily. “And I don’t date musicians-especially penniless ones.”
And with that, she turned and walked away.
[2018; Germany]
She was at the prosecutor’s office, taking care of her papers. She had just returned from America a month ago, her head still full of confusing thoughts. Unexpectedly, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she swiveled around in impatience. There was a tall young man in front of her.
“Fraulein Franziska,” he greeted, smiling boyishly. Franziska just stared at him. With a theatrical sigh, the man removed his black sunglasses, revealing stunning blue eyes.
Franziska stared at him for a bit longer, before realization set in. “Klavier Gavin,” she said, eyes widening. “What are you doing here?”
He almost looked mischievous. “I’m training to be a prosecutor, you see.”
Franziska’s mouth nearly fell open in shock. “A prosecutor?” She stared at his ridiculous get-up. “You don’t look like anything like it,” she pointed out-with his multiple rings and studded earring, he would probably look more at home in a mosh pit in America than the prosecutor’s office in Germany.
“Well, I haven’t entirely given up on becoming a rock star yet,” he said sheepishly. “But after all-you don’t date musicians, so I thought I could compromise.”
Franziska flushed in embarrassment at the remembrance of her last encounter with Klavier Gavin. “That doesn’t explain what you’re doing here,” she said. “Your family is known for producing attorneys-your own brother is a particularly talented one. In fact, I met him once in America.” They had been nothing alike-Kristoph Gavin was a serious, impeccable and mysterious man. Klavier Gavin, well-he seemed more like a teenage girl’s fantasy rather than a respectable prosecutor-in-training. "What I'm asking is - why are you training to be a prosecutor rather than an attorney?"
“It may be the only way I can get close to you." Klavier smiled jokingly. “Honestly speaking, Fraulein, I hope whichever side of the legal battlefield we Gavins choose to be in, we’d be geniuses in it.”
Franziska raised an eyebrow. “You think highly of yourself.”
“Well, I am making my own path for myself.” He seemed to smile self-consciously. “First rock star and first prosecutor in the family. I certainly have a lot to prove.”
A year ago, Franziska would have made a haughty remark about that. But strangely, she found she had nothing to say. “I wish you luck, then, Klavier Gavin,” she said. “Now, I really have more work to do.”
“You’re always busy, aren’t you, Fraulein,” he mused, looking over the stack of papers beside her. “Do you still not date musicians?”
She spared him a glance. “When you win your first case,” she said. “Maybe then-I’ll date you.”
author: crown_celestial
word count: 662
summary: Franziska von Karma and Klavier Gavin. Two different years, two different meetings.
a gift!fic for a friend, who is my fellow Friska/Klavier fangirl. 8Db
[2015; Germany]
Franziska did not like Klavier Gavin. She made that fact perfectly clear two weeks ago, after shooting down his invitation to go to prom.
“I’m busy,” she had said icily. “With work, you know.” In case he wasn’t aware that she was already a prosecutor (albeit with only a few cases, all of which she had won).
Klavier didn’t seem to get the hint. “Fraulein von Karma, I insist. You’re overworking with yourself with all these cases. Take some time to enjoy your teenage life.”
Franziska looked at him coldly. “I don’t intend to waste my time-unlike you. Our families are well-established in the legal field, Klavier Gavin-it’s a pity you don’t take it seriously.” She looked meaningfully at the guitar case slung at his shoulder.
His smile didn’t even disappear, though it had certainly lost its brightness. “To tell you the truth, I’m not really looking forward to becoming an attorney,” he admitted.
“Hmph.” She folded her arms. “So you’ll just become some penniless musician on the street.”
“I prefer the term rock star, Fraulein,” he replied. “Won’t you change your mind? About the prom, I mean? You graduate next year.”
“You’re a little too young for me, Klavier Gavin,” she said haughtily. “And I don’t date musicians-especially penniless ones.”
And with that, she turned and walked away.
[2018; Germany]
She was at the prosecutor’s office, taking care of her papers. She had just returned from America a month ago, her head still full of confusing thoughts. Unexpectedly, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she swiveled around in impatience. There was a tall young man in front of her.
“Fraulein Franziska,” he greeted, smiling boyishly. Franziska just stared at him. With a theatrical sigh, the man removed his black sunglasses, revealing stunning blue eyes.
Franziska stared at him for a bit longer, before realization set in. “Klavier Gavin,” she said, eyes widening. “What are you doing here?”
He almost looked mischievous. “I’m training to be a prosecutor, you see.”
Franziska’s mouth nearly fell open in shock. “A prosecutor?” She stared at his ridiculous get-up. “You don’t look like anything like it,” she pointed out-with his multiple rings and studded earring, he would probably look more at home in a mosh pit in America than the prosecutor’s office in Germany.
“Well, I haven’t entirely given up on becoming a rock star yet,” he said sheepishly. “But after all-you don’t date musicians, so I thought I could compromise.”
Franziska flushed in embarrassment at the remembrance of her last encounter with Klavier Gavin. “That doesn’t explain what you’re doing here,” she said. “Your family is known for producing attorneys-your own brother is a particularly talented one. In fact, I met him once in America.” They had been nothing alike-Kristoph Gavin was a serious, impeccable and mysterious man. Klavier Gavin, well-he seemed more like a teenage girl’s fantasy rather than a respectable prosecutor-in-training. "What I'm asking is - why are you training to be a prosecutor rather than an attorney?"
“It may be the only way I can get close to you." Klavier smiled jokingly. “Honestly speaking, Fraulein, I hope whichever side of the legal battlefield we Gavins choose to be in, we’d be geniuses in it.”
Franziska raised an eyebrow. “You think highly of yourself.”
“Well, I am making my own path for myself.” He seemed to smile self-consciously. “First rock star and first prosecutor in the family. I certainly have a lot to prove.”
A year ago, Franziska would have made a haughty remark about that. But strangely, she found she had nothing to say. “I wish you luck, then, Klavier Gavin,” she said. “Now, I really have more work to do.”
“You’re always busy, aren’t you, Fraulein,” he mused, looking over the stack of papers beside her. “Do you still not date musicians?”
She spared him a glance. “When you win your first case,” she said. “Maybe then-I’ll date you.”