Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Fan Fiction ❯ To Be With You ❯ Free Snackoos Almost Makes One Smile ( Chapter 1 )

A loud thrum vibrated through the air. Still, it went unnoticed by the brown-haired miss who was currently sleeping her overworked backside off in her not-so-comfortable bed. It didn't matter that the bed wasn't comfortable though, she still dreamt.

 

And boy, what a dream it was. Not the first of its kind, but the shock it frequently provided never seemed to fade.

 

Dark eyes fluttered open and a groan filled the room. Ema sat up slowly, looking blearily around the room. She wondered what woke her up, she was just so tired. `Was it the stupid fridge?' Shaking her head, she immediately dismissed that idea. Ema was a heavy sleeper. A very heavy sleeper with a mild tendency to talk in her sleep, thanks to her bizarre subconscious mind. Thank god nobody knew about that little fact.

 

Her dream began trickling back into the folds of her bleary head. She concentrated, ready to cuss the dream's outcome for further depriving her sleep time. Ema, unfortunately, didn't have that wonderful ability to fall back into slumber five seconds after she wakes up. How people actually did that was a mystery. A mystery that had self-proclaimed scientific genius Ema stumped.

 

`Let's see, what was it?' She placed her index finger on the center of her lower lip, a habit she was constantly made fun of for by that ridiculous blond man, Prosecutor-

…Gavin.

Light blond hair.

Steel gray-blue eyes.

His skin. His body. His voice.

Klavier.

“Oh. Well, shit,” she groaned, burying her head into the pillow as she remembered what her dream was about. Feeling her face heat up, she abruptly dumped herself out of bed and made a dash for the toilet where the necessary equipment for cooling her blushing features were located. A tap, check. Cold water, check. More cold water, check. A giant plunger to whack herself with, not there.

 

She splashed her face and arms with icy cold three-in-the-morning water and made a mental note to buy a damn plunger. Or possibly something harder which could result in greater pain.

 

On second thought, why should she be the one to receive a bludgeoning plunger to the head? By right, he should be the bludgeoned party. For obvious reasons, of course.

It's his fault she dreamt about him now. His fault she's always so dog tired. And you know why? Because he's the one who overworks her at the Police Department and he's the one who keeps her up at night (never mind that it was a dream Klavier doing that).

 

Ema looked at herself in the mirror, not seeing her wrinkled nightdress and unruly hair, instead noticing the beginnings of dark circles under her eyes.

 

“Oh no,” she groused, touching the light circles with her fingertips. He was bound to notice these if they got just a little worse. More fun to poke at her. That jerk.

 

Compact powder could only cover so much. Not to mention the fact that Ema absolutely disliked make-up. Plainly, she detested make-up.

 

It was just too much of a bother. Bad for one's skin. And it took up valuable space in her bag. Space that's reserved only for test tubes and scientific knick-knacks. As if mundane make-up items could earn a spot in her bag.

 

She laughed briefly, the images of her dream slowly fading from her conscious mind.

 

“Good. That's it, go away,” she said, glancing at her reflection once more before going back to bed. Sleep was an important thing, especially if you were an attempted scientific investigator.

 

Especially if you were Ema Skye, attempted scientific investigator with a rock star prosecutor boss. Aptly named, Klavier Gavin.

 

 

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Eyes darting around the precinct, Ema made her way to her department as fast as she could. While trying to look professionally cool, of course. That went without saying.

 

Calm, cool, calm, cool. As long as she acted normally, no one would notice her. No one would talk to her. No one would bother her. No one at all. Except-

“Fraulein Skye.”

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath, turned and forced herself to think cool, calm. “Yes?”

 

And she faltered, unsurprisingly. She couldn't help being taken aback every time she saw him, she couldn't figure that one out either. Not like she ever bothered to run experiments and figure out the variables. Not like she ever bothered to seek a conclusion. Not like she wanted to anyway. Or maybe she did. Forget it.

 

“Nice day, isn't it, Fraulein?”

She gritted her teeth, ”Wonderful.”

“It's a good day to be out and about at a crime scene, ja?”

“Of course.”

“It doesn't look like it's going to rain, does it? It's nice and cloudy enough to be comforta-“

“Why. Are. You. Talking. About the weather?”

Klavier grinned. “I'm making conversation. It looked like you needed some loosening up.”

Ema counted to three in her head and forced a brief smile, “Oh. Well, thank you. Goodbye, sir.”

 

She turned and walked to her desk, congratulating herself on keeping her cool and throwing him off track. `He'll never suspect a thing,' she thought to herself, proudly.

 

And thus, her morning routine began: Dump bag on table. Switch on computer. Tie hair. Retie shoe ribbons. Place pink scientific glasses on head. Wear scientific lab coat. Pull packet of Snackoos from bag.

 

Wait a second. She opened her bag wider. Peering inside, she moved the test tubes around glumly. Snackoo stock gone. “Great,” she mumbled. “Snackoo-less for a day.”

 

Her vision was invaded by an obnoxious snack packet that was swinging innocently in front of her face. She took it automatically before realizing what it was. After looking at it blankly for half a second, she registered the much loved Snackoo packing. Ema almost smiled, she could feel the right corner her mouth lift slightly.

 

A quiet laugh floated by her ears, she looked up. Klavier was walking away, twirling an empty plastic bag.

 

She stuttered, glued to her seat. She felt her cheeks heat. She called out her thanks. He didn't turn. He didn't stop.

 

He did wave his plastic wielding hand. And he laughed again.

 

 

 

 

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Oh boy, a first chapter. Can't help getting excited over this!

This is obviously going to be a Klavier X Ema fanfiction so I hope you guys'll like it.

 

Review if you have the time. Or even if you don't, tee hee. Much obliged, and imaginary popcorn for everyone! (I haven't had popcorn in a while and am undergoing withdrawals) Alas.

 

Lots of love,

Be