Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Fan Fiction ❯ To Be With You ❯ An Emptily Special Snackoo Packet ( Chapter 3 )

Scattered crumbs of previously glorious Snackoos lay forlorn on the grass, unnoticed by the black combat boots worn by rock star prosecutor, Klavier Gavin. Needless to say, they turned to flaky bits of dust once they were stepped on as Klavier strode towards Ema. His fans were falling over each other as the left the field, busy recovering from a flash of that superstar smile.

 

Having fans mindlessly wrapped around his finger was fun…ninety percent of the time. It was undeniably fun for a man to have masses of girls fawning over him. Though, the other ten percent was during times like these, when he'd rather be flirting with a certain Fraulein that was currently, possibly angry with him.

 

His hands clenched for a second while his mind worked. `Usually, she'd be standing by, sulking or trying to shoo the girls. But today…she just went off on her own. Did anything happen?' Klavier released his clenched fist and kept walking, confident that nothing had happened. It was most definitely just a late reaction from the plaster scene.

 

And he grinned, remembering her clumsy sentences and even clumsier steps. Now, that was a woman that could make him laugh. The grin slid right off his face as Ema turned and saw him walking over to where the detectives were. Specifically, the grin slid when he saw the somewhat intimidating expression on her face.

 

Boy, was she angry. Klavier's eyes widened slightly and he raised his right hand in an attempted greeting. Her eyes narrowed as she watched a meek smile form on his face. Huffing quietly to herself, she turned on her heel and walked off. Ema obviously didn't feel like speaking to him at the moment. Or at all.

 

With his long legs and quick stride, he caught up to her. Very easily, in fact. So easily, it increased her annoyance tenfold. He tapped her shoulder and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“That was a short answer, ja?”

 

Ema abruptly whipped around and glared at him. The second she did, she thought of him laughing and sharing Snackoos with the fangirls. `Couldn't he have left just one for me?' Her glare intensified and she muttered, “Jerk,” before stalking past him. Not without pushing him out of her way.

 

The size difference between them didn't really let the shove make an impact on him anyway. At least, not a physical one. The impact it made on his thoughts though, was pretty shocking. He gaped, frowned and turned to follow her. Klavier was evidently surprised at her behavior, but what's more, he was surprised at the glare she handed him.

 

It wasn't full of sheer annoyance as all the other glares he'd received. This was a little different. Just a little. “What's the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“Don't be silly. What has gotten you so worked up?”

“Don't worry about it.”

“Was it my fans? You've never gotten so uptight about them before.”

“Well, maybe it's because they've never fed you before,” she retorted sarcastically.

 

He laughed and relaxed. “Is that what's wrong? The food they got me?”

Ema's face flamed and she internally cursed her stupid need to retort. “I couldn't care less if they got you gourmet lobsters to stuff yourself with.”

A grin. “But it wasn't lobster, ja? It was Snackoos.”

More grinning from Klavier. More scowling from Ema.

For two seconds.

 

Footsteps on grass turned to pavement sounded in Ema's ears as she stomped down the street, trying to make the stupid flush of anger and embarrassment on her cheeks just disappear.

 

“Why would I be bothered by the Snackoos? You got me some earlier anyway,” she grimaced. `Look dignified, like you don't give a damn about the fan snacks.' It's easy enough to convince yourself. If you didn't have to prove it to anyone.

 

“I'm still trying to figure that one out myself, Fraulein. Maybe you could just tell me? It would save the trouble,” he suggested amiably.

“Well, I happen to enjoy your floundering.”

“Do I look like I'm floundering?” An eyebrow raised. She shot a glance to her right at him and her eyes narrowed, “No, you jer-Oh!”

 

And she tripped again. Not surprising, really. With her stomping steps and lack of concentration on where her feet was going. Without surprise, he caught her right before her knees hit the ground. Though the angle was a little strange, with him being on her right. And that led her to lose the little bit of balance she did manage to save, promptly making her fall on him.

 

That didn't knock him down though. Klavier Gavin is one prosecutor that possessed enough balance for himself and excess balance to provide to clumsy Fraulein Detektivs such as Ema Skye. Which he was only too glad to do because really, only such situations would allow him to hold her, albeit briefly. He looked down at her, smirking at her shocked, further reddening face.

 

He opened his mouth to speak but he was rudely interrupted as Ema pushed his hands off her arms and glared at him. “I would have been fine.”

“No sense in hurting those lovely knees, Fraulein.”

“You're insufferable, you know that?” she exclaimed, jabbing a finger at his sternum.

“You're being ridiculous, you know that?” he mimicked. “Now, what's the matter with the fan food?”

“It wasn't nice of you, that's the matter!” she exclaimed, frustrated.

“What do you mean? They gave it, I ate it with them,” he frowned, confused.

“Well, they- I- You-,” Ema turned her glare to the floor, cheeks beginning to color again. She huffed. He tilted his head and waited.

“I thought- I thought you'd at least save one for me,” she rolled her eyes, attempting nonchalance.

“But-“

“Forget it, I'm just overreacting. It's just Snackoos anyway, right?” Ema continued walking down the street again.

“Fraulein-“

“I'm going back to the precinct to do some work, you should be getting back to the Prosecutors Office,” she said in a rush and began walking faster, ahead of him.

 

He didn't try to catch up to her. About twenty steps away, she stopped and turned around. She looked at him for a second and felt her heart thud just a little bit faster as she took in his mildly thoughtful face. She reached into her bag and touched the plastic surface of the empty packet of Snackoos.

 

Letting the tiniest of smiles lift her lips slightly, she called out, “Thank you for the Snackoos this morning. Really…they were great.” She took a few steps back. “And…I'm sorry about earlier. See you tomorrow.”

 

Ema gave a short, awkward wave and turned away.

Klavier waved right back and smiled.

 

Further along the street, there was a nice bench. Ema saw it and most gratefully sat on it. She picked at the chipping paint with her index fingernail and began absent-mindedly flicking bits of paint off the bench. Relieving her bag from her shoulder, she set it down beside her and pulled out the folded Snackoo packet.

 

She unfolded it and simply looked at it. “What on earth am I going to do with this?” she muttered to herself, turning it around and scanning the nutrition content: something she's never bothered to check before. Not that she was really reading it now. “This is just stupid, I'm turning into a hoarder.” She looked around. “And I'm talking to myself.”

 

Ema shook her head and folded the packet again. After making sure it wasn't creased in her bag, she got up and stretched. `Where to?' She looked left and then right, as if waiting for a suggestion to hop in sight.

 

If she was, she gave up quickly enough and groaned. “Precinct, right. Off I go,” she announced to the bench. It didn't reply, that was to be expected. Rolling her eyes, she left the bench.

 

Strolling. Ema tossed the word around her head as she walked and decided it was a nice word. In fact, it was pretty catchy. Strolling. That was something she'd like to do sometime, instead of just walking to places she had to get to like she always does. By herself. Now, that didn't sound that great.

 

Tossing the word around a little more, she concluded scientifically that she would very much enjoy having a stroll with someone sometime in the near future. She finalized that it'd be Phoenix to accompany her on her first stroll.

 

Who else better, really? Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney extraordinaire once more. Best friend and the big-brother-she-never-had kind of material. Perfect candidate for first time strolling experience.

 

That thought lifted her spirits enough for her to get through the day without pining for Snackoos…much.

 

She snapped at several lazy detectives and downed five glasses of water, looked at the clock ten times and her watch eight times, read through four reports and wrote three, went to the toilet twice, and hummed approximately half a song.

 

Before stopping in shock and downing her sixth glass of water. `Guilty Love.' She scowled. “Pfft, it's a stupid song anyway.” Glancing at the clock once more, she mentally cheered when she read the time and began haphazardly arranging her desk items.

 

Time for freedom from the boring bore of the precinct. More specifically, the bore when he wasn't here. But of course, that wasn't what she was thinking of, because she just didn't care about his ridiculously glimmerous presence. Or so she'd like everyone to think.

 

She left the precinct and walked to her little apartment which was very strategically located 15 minutes away by foot. A slow and occasionally clumsy foot, that is.

 

`Home,' she thought briefly as she locked the door behind her and took off her lab coat. And she then began her regular routine of putting together and eating whatever she had in the fridge for a balanced dinner before showering.

 

What she did after that was never really a regular routine. She'd do whatever her mood compelled her to do, and that usually left her placing her nose in a book for quite some time. Consequently leading to her being blur and sleepy as she brushed her teeth and washed her face.

 

Dumping herself on the bed, she absently moved her fingers on an imaginary piano to the tune of Guilty Love as her eyes shut.

 

Without surprise, Ema's last few drowsy thoughts before her mind shut down were of Klavier Gavin and empty Snackoo packets floating around him.

 

 

 

 

 

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