Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Fan Fiction ❯ To Be With You ❯ A Plaster and a Snackoo ( Chapter 2 )

Office sounds filtered in and out of Ema's ears, not that she was paying attention. The tap of keyboards, the clicking of mouses, the rustle of papers, all uninteresting and muffled noises. The only sound she was paying attention to would be that of the Snackoo pack she was tossing between her hands. She wasn't really looking at it though, she was looking at the doorway where Klavier Gavin exited.

 

A closer look at her features would immediately tell you that she was relieved with the supply of Snackoos for the day. It would also tell you that she was rather displeased with the fact that it was him who provided that supply. Still, Ema was a woman of opportunity. A free packet of Snackoos was nothing to complain about, regardless of where, or specifically who, it came from.

 

Scoffing silently, she ripped the packet open and began munching. She felt herself relax slightly and sank into her chair, ignoring the hard back and plastic something under her bum. Cheap office chairs couldn't be comfortable; office life just wasn't like that. Comfortable office chairs were only provided for actual scientific investigators.

 

She frowned and the munching got louder. Seriously, she was as real as a scientific investigator was ever going to get. She was passionate and constantly full of wonder with anything regarding the world of science and crime. The buzz it gave, the rush it brought.

 

Who cares if she failed the exam anyway? Science couldn't be limited to mere bits of paper and the opinion of stuck-up officers. Those measly things couldn't possibly measure her competency for the world of scientific investigation. The mere thought was laughable. `So there, you close-minded backsides,' she thought, imagining a major Snackoo-ing session with the people responsible for flunking her.

 

Half a packet gone in less than an hour. Damn. She was supposed to be rationing, this packet is meant to last for the rest of the day. Ration, right. She quickly tied the packet with a stray rubber band on her desk. Her hands twitched, tempted to just snap the rubber band and keep popping those wonderful little treats into her mouth. She stared at the packet as it sat innocently on the desk in front of her.

 

Must. Ration. Gah. `Get to the crime scene. Right. Leave the Snackoos behind for later.' Ema nodded once to herself and swiftly got up, grabbed her bag and stalked out of the precinct. Patting herself on the back, she made her way to the exiting gate of the precinct.

`That wasn't so hard, I'll just come back and get it in the eveni-` She stopped and checked her watch. A second of quick mental time calculation. That would be… about six hours without her Snackoos. `Crap.' She ran back to her desk and stuffed the packet in her bag, narrowing her eyes at her fellow detectives who snickered.

 

Turning on her heel, she marched out of the office a second time. A laugh sounded softly; a laugh that she heard so often, she could get herself annoyed just by thinking of the damn sound. Not that she'd ever want to think of it. Perish the thought.

 

Still, Ema couldn't help turning her head towards the direction of the sound. It was a strange reflex action towards that particular laugh. And that annoyed her even more.

 

Leaning on a doorway to her right was Klavier Gavin, much to her chagrin. He was smirking and obviously paying attention to the half-exposed Snackoo pack in her bag. Ema huffed and stuffed it further in, promptly turning away and exiting the building.

 

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Flashing her detective's badge, Ema entered the crime scene area without a hitch, feeling the building buzz she always got during investigations. Absently receiving a file on the situation at hand, she noted several blaring facts before turning her attention to the report she held.

 

One, this piece of land has obviously been unused for a very long time. Two, grass and weeds were everywhere. Three, they made her legs itchy. And four, there was a dead body up in a tree.

 

Wait, what? Ema looked up and frowned. “What's he doing up there?” She enquired, glancing at the young officer who handed her the report.

Someone tugged her hair. She didn't like it. Whipping around, she glared at the offender and muttered, “You. Why am I not surprised?”

 

Klavier smiled and waved the young officer away. “You know, Fraulein, that report was passed to you for something. You might as well read it before asking pointless questions, ja?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she turned away and opened the report, ignoring his soft chuckle. She skimmed through the report and tilted her head in confusion. “He's…smiling?” She looked up at the corpse on the tree and noticed that its features were, in fact, very peaceful.

 

“I'd assume it's suicide. Dying in an empty field, seated in a tree, smiling. Sounds like a pretty calm way to go,” Ema stated, refusing to look at the prosecutor. “He even took his shoes off before climbing the tree. Makes sense.”

“That's what I think too, but one cannot be too sure, ja? At least until the results come out.”

“Then what are you doing here? You haven't even been hired to prosecute anyone. For all you know, this could just be another suicide case,” she huffed, walking away from him.

He followed her. “I enjoy watching the detectives work.”

“Oh? Then go over there. There are three other detectives to watch,” she replied shortly, not pausing in her stride.

“I enjoy watching this detective work,” he answered, poking her back once to emphasize his point.

 

What she did next surprised him. She squealed. And tripped over her own feet. Stumbling and trying to catch her balance for three seconds gave her enough reason to be thoroughly annoyed with Klavier Gavin for the rest of the day. She shot one more glare at him and resumed her march.

 

He looked thoughtful, caught up to her and poked her back again. She squealed once more and actually fell this time. Klavier began laughing upon realizing that the grouchy Fraulein was, in fact, majorly ticklish. He stopped as soon as he started, realizing she was on her knees and seething at her scraped palm. The seething was then swiftly directed at him as he pulled her arms up and let her stand.

 

“Are you happy now?” she hissed, feeling a sharp sting on her palm. She looked at it and groaned, beginning to brush the grains of sand and stone from her injured hand.

 

Klavier frowned as he noticed several drops of blood ooze its way out of the wound and down her wrist. He took her hand and began picking the dirt from it. Gently, carefully. She froze and looked up at his face, noting the frown and concentration it sported. “Apologies, Fraulein. I did not mean for your hand to suffer.”

 

Ema pulled her hand back and her breath hitched. She could feel her cheeks getting hot. `Oh, no. Don't blush in front of him.' She took a step back, realizing he was standing right in front of her.

 

“Don't worry, no harm done. It's just a small graze. I mean, see? It's barely even bleeding,” she began babbling and chuckled nervously. “Right. I'm going to go get a plaster or something.” She backed off, ready to make a run for it.

 

Klavier's hand shot out and he held her wrist. “Not to worry. I have one here, Fraulein,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a plaster. “You have some water in your bag, ja?” She stuttered and settled for a simple nod, she forgot how to say “yes”. She began to reach for her bag when he stopped her.

 

“Allow me. Do not strain your hand,” he reached into her bag and took out a small water bottle. As he unscrewed it, she remembered how to speak. Scowling at him, she muttered, “I do have two of them, you know.”

 

He laughed mildly, “I am aware. Just allow me, Fraulein. This will sting.” A brief warning before he trickled some water onto the graze, simultaneously running his thumb across it to remove the remaining grains. Ema winced and her hand twitched reflexively. “Ouch,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. He smiled a little and placed the bottle back in her bag.

 

Quickly opening the plaster, he gently placed it on the wound and ran his thumb over it twice. “There,” he murmured, running his thumb over it again, not letting go of her hand. “Is it alright?” Klavier raised his gaze from Ema's hand and immediately noticed her stained cheeks. He smirked.

 

“Oh. Um, right. Thank you,” she choked out. She pulled her hand from his light hold abruptly and took a step back. “Is it alright?” he grinned. “Let me check it again.”

 

Two more steps back. Holding her hand closer to her chest, Ema answered hurriedly, “No, no. It's fine. Very nicely done. No need to check.”

“Really? It might cause more pain if the plaster's not on right.”

 

 

She took another step away from his reaching hand and laughed nervously. “Really, seriously, it's just fine. Thank you aga-Oh!” She tripped again. Over a rock this time.

 

But this time, Klavier was fast enough to catch her. One tanned hand shot out to catch her arm and one to catch her around the waist. He set her upright and laughed at her shocked face. Resting one arm on her shoulder, he asked, “Really now, Fraulein Detektiv. I never pegged you for a clumsy one.”

She pulled away, “I'm not usually so clumsy, really.”

More laughter.

“I'm serious!” she snapped. “It's just that you keep distrac-“

Ema paused mid-sentence and walked off, fuming in embarrassment.

As always, he caught up to her, grinning. “I distract you, do I? Well, Fraulein, that's really something-“

 

Ema raised her hand to stop him and faced the entrance of the field, “I thought I heard… Oh, no. How do they always find you? They're going to mess up the crime scene! Again!”

Klavier frowned at the sudden disappearance of her angry embarrassment and the appearance of flat-out annoyance. He turned to the entrance of the field and took in the horde of screaming fangirls. “Excuse me, Fraulein,” he grinned and headed for his group of fans.

 

Watching him go, she yanked out her half-empty packet of Snackoos and began stuffing them in her mouth, munching angrily. Two minutes of watching him sign autographs and take photos with a bunch girlies and Ema noticed that she was firstly, holding an empty, crumpled packet. Secondly, relatively closer to the crowd than she previously was. `That's weird,' she thought, fuming. `Snackoo supply officially zero.'

 

Just as she was opting to run to a nearby grocery store for more Snackoos, a familiar looking packet caught her eye. One of the fans was holding a brand new packet of Snackoos. `Yes!' Ema began walking towards the crowd, preparing to buy the damn snacks from the girl who was currently passing it to…Prosecutor Gavin? `Huh?'

 

Close enough to hear the girl's excited chatter, Ema paused to listen and learn about the presence of the snack. Her snack. “SO, I like, saw you in a grocery shop this morning and you were buying Snackoos! Then, I like, ran home to update my fanpage and found out you were coming here! I had like, the most brilliant idea to buy you a packet cos like-“

 

Ema heard enough. She rolled her eyes and distanced herself from the group. Feeling slightly flattered that he had bothered to stop by a grocery shop to buy her snack, she turned to glance at him for a second. And saw him eating the Snackoos. `What?'

 

Now, he was offering and sharing it with the fans. All giggling and joking. `Is he going to save one piece for me?' Ema grouched. `He's got the screaming girlies on his mind. Where the hell would I come in?'

 

She shook her head, forcing herself to remember the packet he bought for her this morning. Still, she couldn't completely dispel the flash of resentment as he laughed with his fans, emptying the packet of Snackoos without a thought for her.

 

Ema suppressed a sigh and turned away, walking towards the group of detectives. She deftly shook out the crumbs from the crumpled packet she held and folded it neatly. She put it in her bag.

 

The smile on his face never left as he spoke to his fans, he was a professional. Still, Klavier turned to look for Ema just as the last Snackoo was nabbed by a fan. His smile wavered when he saw her slowly walking away, tucking something into her bag.

 

 

 

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