The Space Between
Words: 561
Characters: Phoenix Wright/Kristoph Gavin
Rating: G?
Warnings: IMPLIED MAN ON MAN ACTION. OH NO.
Summary: I hate this fic.
So maybe he'd had feelings for the bastard. He didn't know anymore. He didn't really know what of their relationship had been real, and that maddened him.
Maybe sex to him would never be completely detached from love, and maybe he hoped that it always meant something. Maybe it was stupid and naive of him, but it was true. Perhaps that was the one part of the old Phoenix Wright that never died.
He always hoped that it was an act of love.
The trip to Solitary Cell 13 was one he was used to by now, and the guard greeted him with the same familiarity that they might have afforded a certain prosecutor when he reached the wing for the prison.
He made sure he had the magatama on him. This time, this time he'd find out for good.
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He had never loved him.
No, that would be far too strong a word to apply to their relations. No, sex was control, that was all, and it was a control he expertly wove around his "friend".
It was control, that was all.
He stood, closing the book he was reading and stepping for the bookshelf. His violin, Allegretti, was there, and the picked her up after he replaced the book, checking over the bow and running it across the strings to check the tuning.
His days were long here, and boring, filled with books and playing with his violin. The warden's family was apparently providing a suitable home for Vongole, and all was well. He even saw his "friend" from time to time...like today.
He looked up from the violin, finally done with feigning ignorance at the figure standing at the bars. He looked up, pausing for a second before he smiled. "Ah, so you've come to see how the caged bird sings, have you, Wright?"
Wright turned away slightly, shrugging. "Maybe I just came for a private concert."
Kristoph shook his head, setting the violin and bow down on the table. "My, you'd plenty of time for those over the years, hadn't you, Phoenix?" He arched his eyebrow.
"I just needed to clear something up."
"By all means, Wright." He had his back to him, sitting in the chair now. "I should hope this to be your last airing of grievances with me? It's becoming most tiring."
"I just needed to know...if anything, if you and I...if any of that ever meant anything to you?"
"Ah, is that it, Phoenix?" He paused, feeling something almost slither into the back of his mind.
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"My, of course you were always my closest friend."
And yet, there they were, they had slammed into place. Black locks, just like they had before. that meant something, he was hiding something. He smirked. So, there was more to the story after all.
"That all?"
"I should hope you're not pointlessly digging for a proclamation of love, Wright."
He shrugged. "Maybe I'm still an idiot."
Kristoph said nothing for a second, letting the silence drag on before the voice came from behind the bars. "Your words, Phoenix, not mine."
"Yeah, yeah." It was an answer enough. They wouldn't have shown if that was all- if they had only been friends, he was certain of it. "Thanks for the chat."
Kristoph said nothing, he merely picked up the violin and began to play again.
Characters: Phoenix Wright/Kristoph Gavin
Rating: G?
Warnings: IMPLIED MAN ON MAN ACTION. OH NO.
Summary: I hate this fic.
So maybe he'd had feelings for the bastard. He didn't know anymore. He didn't really know what of their relationship had been real, and that maddened him.
Maybe sex to him would never be completely detached from love, and maybe he hoped that it always meant something. Maybe it was stupid and naive of him, but it was true. Perhaps that was the one part of the old Phoenix Wright that never died.
He always hoped that it was an act of love.
The trip to Solitary Cell 13 was one he was used to by now, and the guard greeted him with the same familiarity that they might have afforded a certain prosecutor when he reached the wing for the prison.
He made sure he had the magatama on him. This time, this time he'd find out for good.
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He had never loved him.
No, that would be far too strong a word to apply to their relations. No, sex was control, that was all, and it was a control he expertly wove around his "friend".
It was control, that was all.
He stood, closing the book he was reading and stepping for the bookshelf. His violin, Allegretti, was there, and the picked her up after he replaced the book, checking over the bow and running it across the strings to check the tuning.
His days were long here, and boring, filled with books and playing with his violin. The warden's family was apparently providing a suitable home for Vongole, and all was well. He even saw his "friend" from time to time...like today.
He looked up from the violin, finally done with feigning ignorance at the figure standing at the bars. He looked up, pausing for a second before he smiled. "Ah, so you've come to see how the caged bird sings, have you, Wright?"
Wright turned away slightly, shrugging. "Maybe I just came for a private concert."
Kristoph shook his head, setting the violin and bow down on the table. "My, you'd plenty of time for those over the years, hadn't you, Phoenix?" He arched his eyebrow.
"I just needed to clear something up."
"By all means, Wright." He had his back to him, sitting in the chair now. "I should hope this to be your last airing of grievances with me? It's becoming most tiring."
"I just needed to know...if anything, if you and I...if any of that ever meant anything to you?"
"Ah, is that it, Phoenix?" He paused, feeling something almost slither into the back of his mind.
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"My, of course you were always my closest friend."
And yet, there they were, they had slammed into place. Black locks, just like they had before. that meant something, he was hiding something. He smirked. So, there was more to the story after all.
"That all?"
"I should hope you're not pointlessly digging for a proclamation of love, Wright."
He shrugged. "Maybe I'm still an idiot."
Kristoph said nothing for a second, letting the silence drag on before the voice came from behind the bars. "Your words, Phoenix, not mine."
"Yeah, yeah." It was an answer enough. They wouldn't have shown if that was all- if they had only been friends, he was certain of it. "Thanks for the chat."
Kristoph said nothing, he merely picked up the violin and began to play again.