Phoenix Wright, "The Logical Progression of Events," Apollo/Klavier, PG
More kink meme fic coming from a misplaced comment, this time "Aww, my OT3! XD." I did a google search for "OT3" and came up with something hilarious and not fandom-related, but if you're a scientologist or think positively about scientology, it'll probably offend you, so ... read at your own risk?
Or explain to me why you feel the way you do about scientology. I'd be interested to discuss it. :D
The Logical Progression of Events
by mistr3ss Quickly
"Section III OT or OT3 is a high up level within Scientology that can
only be done after many other courses, by which time the client is well
prepared, well behaved and ready to believe just about anything Hubbard says.
People are not suckers to have been conditioned in this way, but have been
ushered through many successive plausible small steps and changes, each one
acceptable by itself, but progressing towards a shut-down of critical thoughts,
alienation from outside opinion and a turning-towards and eventual unquestioning
acceptance of Hubbard's imposed belief system."
---[Source]
"And that, little brother, is why you simply cannot continue your relationship with Apollo Justice."
Klavier sat rigid in the uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at his brother through the thick Plexiglas separating them, a stunned expression on his face. Weeks had passed since he'd slipped up, confessing to Kristoph that he was in love with Apollo Justice, the very man responsible for Kristoph's arrest and conviction, and where he'd certainly not expected his brother's seemingly passive acceptance of the news, this was the first time the older man had truly shocked him.
"But-" he began, but Kristoph raised a hand, cutting him off.
"No, little brother," he said. "You cannot. Trust me. Have I led you astray once, so far?"
He hadn't, of course. In fact, he'd been full of wonderful advice, suggestions for how to make Apollo feel special, make him feel loved. Suggestions that had deviated from the usual chocolate and flowers and little loving messages texted to Apollo's phone whenever the younger man wasn't in court, and Klavier had been pleasantly surprised to hear Apollo confess, one night, that the more masculine expressions of affection-taking a ride on Klavier's motorcycle for no reason other than having an hour free to spend together, passing a lazy Sunday afternoon learning to play a few simple songs on Klavier's guitar-were his favorite part of dating the singer.
There were other things, too. Bits of advice Kristoph had given him, casually, on Klavier's weekly visit to the prison. Hints about how to speak with Apollo, how to touch him in public. Gentle critiques of Klavier's taste in fashion when he and Apollo were together outside the courtroom. A soft laugh accompanying an opinion on what Klavier thought constituted a good quiet night in, spent snuggling on the sofa.
But this ...
Klavier cleared his throat. "I think you've misunderstood, Brother," he said. "I-I'm not trying to, as you say, 'do' Apollo. It won't ..." He swallowed, cheeks going scarlet. "It is the other way around. For us. He's ... technically, I guess one might say that Apollo is doing me."
The silence between them, for the few seconds Kristoph's brain needed to process Klavier's words, stretched brittle, cold. Klavier dropped his gaze to his hands, folded and fidgeting in his lap, his blush spreading to his ears, down past the collar of his shirt.
He startled when his brother spoke, finally, apologizing quietly at the obvious distaste in the older man's I see.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have ... I should have been clearer, since I've been asking-since we've been discussing the issue in some detail, lately."
Lately.
Nearly three months, neither of them said, both thinking it.
Kristoph said nothing, meeting Klavier's embarrassed glance with a cool stare.
"Well, then," said Klavier, dropping his gaze once again. "I should be going. But I will come to visit again." He stood, swallowed hard. "Take care, Brother."
Kristoph stood as well. "And you also, little brother," he said. "I'll think on what you've said, we'll talk about it next time."
At that, Klavier brightened noticeably, some of the embarrassed tension leaving him.
"All right," he said. "Until then."
Kristoph dipped his head in a nod. "Until then," he said.
The guard on duty took him back to his cell, the moment the heavy door to the visitation room closed behind his younger brother, and Kristoph offered no resistance, oddly relieved to be back in his cell, alone with nothing to interrupt his thoughts. Stretched out comfortably on his cot, he frowned and pulled a well-worn soft-cover book out from beneath his pillow, smoothing the curled corners with his fingertips.
He didn't like to lose; never had. And to lose to his little brother-and by extension, to that spastic brat Apollo Justice-was just ...
He sighed again and opened the book, Principles of Scientology: How to Use Them for Personal Gain in Your Personal Life, to page 136. Chapter 6: Section III OT. What to do with your subject after they've become properly malleable.
"Ah, my OT3," Kristoph murmured to himself, skimming the words he'd read so carefully, before. "Time to regroup, and try you on my dear little brother again."
He'd lost, that day, but he knew at least that Klavier would be back to be defeated some other day.
Original prompt and response post here.
Or explain to me why you feel the way you do about scientology. I'd be interested to discuss it. :D
The Logical Progression of Events
by mistr3ss Quickly
"Section III OT or OT3 is a high up level within Scientology that can
only be done after many other courses, by which time the client is well
prepared, well behaved and ready to believe just about anything Hubbard says.
People are not suckers to have been conditioned in this way, but have been
ushered through many successive plausible small steps and changes, each one
acceptable by itself, but progressing towards a shut-down of critical thoughts,
alienation from outside opinion and a turning-towards and eventual unquestioning
acceptance of Hubbard's imposed belief system."
---[Source]
"And that, little brother, is why you simply cannot continue your relationship with Apollo Justice."
Klavier sat rigid in the uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at his brother through the thick Plexiglas separating them, a stunned expression on his face. Weeks had passed since he'd slipped up, confessing to Kristoph that he was in love with Apollo Justice, the very man responsible for Kristoph's arrest and conviction, and where he'd certainly not expected his brother's seemingly passive acceptance of the news, this was the first time the older man had truly shocked him.
"But-" he began, but Kristoph raised a hand, cutting him off.
"No, little brother," he said. "You cannot. Trust me. Have I led you astray once, so far?"
He hadn't, of course. In fact, he'd been full of wonderful advice, suggestions for how to make Apollo feel special, make him feel loved. Suggestions that had deviated from the usual chocolate and flowers and little loving messages texted to Apollo's phone whenever the younger man wasn't in court, and Klavier had been pleasantly surprised to hear Apollo confess, one night, that the more masculine expressions of affection-taking a ride on Klavier's motorcycle for no reason other than having an hour free to spend together, passing a lazy Sunday afternoon learning to play a few simple songs on Klavier's guitar-were his favorite part of dating the singer.
There were other things, too. Bits of advice Kristoph had given him, casually, on Klavier's weekly visit to the prison. Hints about how to speak with Apollo, how to touch him in public. Gentle critiques of Klavier's taste in fashion when he and Apollo were together outside the courtroom. A soft laugh accompanying an opinion on what Klavier thought constituted a good quiet night in, spent snuggling on the sofa.
But this ...
Klavier cleared his throat. "I think you've misunderstood, Brother," he said. "I-I'm not trying to, as you say, 'do' Apollo. It won't ..." He swallowed, cheeks going scarlet. "It is the other way around. For us. He's ... technically, I guess one might say that Apollo is doing me."
The silence between them, for the few seconds Kristoph's brain needed to process Klavier's words, stretched brittle, cold. Klavier dropped his gaze to his hands, folded and fidgeting in his lap, his blush spreading to his ears, down past the collar of his shirt.
He startled when his brother spoke, finally, apologizing quietly at the obvious distaste in the older man's I see.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have ... I should have been clearer, since I've been asking-since we've been discussing the issue in some detail, lately."
Lately.
Nearly three months, neither of them said, both thinking it.
Kristoph said nothing, meeting Klavier's embarrassed glance with a cool stare.
"Well, then," said Klavier, dropping his gaze once again. "I should be going. But I will come to visit again." He stood, swallowed hard. "Take care, Brother."
Kristoph stood as well. "And you also, little brother," he said. "I'll think on what you've said, we'll talk about it next time."
At that, Klavier brightened noticeably, some of the embarrassed tension leaving him.
"All right," he said. "Until then."
Kristoph dipped his head in a nod. "Until then," he said.
The guard on duty took him back to his cell, the moment the heavy door to the visitation room closed behind his younger brother, and Kristoph offered no resistance, oddly relieved to be back in his cell, alone with nothing to interrupt his thoughts. Stretched out comfortably on his cot, he frowned and pulled a well-worn soft-cover book out from beneath his pillow, smoothing the curled corners with his fingertips.
He didn't like to lose; never had. And to lose to his little brother-and by extension, to that spastic brat Apollo Justice-was just ...
He sighed again and opened the book, Principles of Scientology: How to Use Them for Personal Gain in Your Personal Life, to page 136. Chapter 6: Section III OT. What to do with your subject after they've become properly malleable.
"Ah, my OT3," Kristoph murmured to himself, skimming the words he'd read so carefully, before. "Time to regroup, and try you on my dear little brother again."
He'd lost, that day, but he knew at least that Klavier would be back to be defeated some other day.
Original prompt and response post here.