Disclaimer: Despite my time away, I still have not managed to have dominance over the world of Ace Attorney. Capcom has that all covered.

Hey everyone. I know its been over half a year, and I'm so, so, sorry for not updating. I plan on bringing my account back to life, and I'm going to start here...! This chapter was actually written out a long while ago, but I've been dealing with several complications with my computer (viruses and such), and, despite it being summer where I live, I've had a lot of events and activity going on in Real Life, and on other sites as well.

Thank you for staying with me and waiting for me, and if you've gotten tired of waiting, I'm terribly sorry for disappointing you.

"Ema—"

"No."

"But Fräulein Skye, I just wanted to know if you would be willing to go with me to—"

"No, Gavin."

Klavier paused in his pursuit behind Ema. "You haven't even let me finish!" He exclaimed.

Ema stopped in her pursuit away from him and turned around. "You used the words 'you', 'me' and 'go' in the same sentence. No." She concluded and continued for the elevators.

Klavier frowned and started following her again. He took in a deep breath and said as fast as he could, "Ema, please just come to lunch with me to discuss this case."

She stared at him, processing.

"…Please? I'll pay for your food."

Okay. Free food. Perspective change time.

"…Only to discuss the case."

Klavier beamed victoriously.

--

Ema learned that being wisped away by Klavier wasn't nearly as bad in a car. In comparison to the Hell-cycle, this was a heavenly lunch trip.

Only one thing messed it up.

The driver. Or radio edits.

"Burning on in my heart. Fire.

Burn my love away. All away!" Klavier shouted. It was hard to tell if he was louder than the radio or not, the voices were identical.

Ema stared ahead of her in disbelief with her hands over her ears. She was completely mortified.

As soon as she could tell that the reverb effect of the song and singer had ended as threw her hand at the radio power knob and pressed it in much too forcefully.

Klavier glanced at her through the corner of his eye. "Fräulein, Was ist falsch?" He asked.

She stared blankly at him.

"Sorry," He laughed. "What's wrong?"

Her stare went cold. "You made a rock version."

"Ja."

"Why?" Ema practically hissed the word.

He chuckled and returned his attention fully to the road ahead of him. "Because, Liebe," he said. "It was a request."

"It was fine the way it was!" Ema insisted with a matter-of-fact tone.

Klavier used one hand to push his bangs out of his face and replied, "I think so too. But as I said, it was a request by a determined fan. I would have refused, but she seemed so intent!" He laughed softly.

Ema narrowed her eyes at him and looked out the opposing window. "If you think that, then why were you singing so happily to that monstrosity?"

"Because I sung the song, of course. And no matter, I put my heart into my singing."

"Oh, my god." Ema said, sounding exasperated and leaned back into her seat. "You're so cliché!"

Klavier laughed hard at that, "Ja, Ema, and I don't think it'd surprise you to tell you I've gotten that several times before."

A well known café (that was certainly not Très Bien) came into view.

--

Ema noted when she got out of Klavier's fancy-schmancy car that the café they were at was just across from the Cake House Ema had met Lana at. She couldn't remember exactly what they talked about that made it worth noticing though.

"Fräulein! Let's go, we only have 20 minutes today!" Klavier said from the entrance.

"I'm coming!" She called and skipped to the best of her abilities in heels.

--

"So, the motives of the suspect are painfully obvious, but why would the wife be passing so close to the chop house her Ex worked at?" Ema asked the glimmerous man across from her.

Klavier poked his eggs with a slice of toast, not acknowledging her question. "Whoever created Brunch is a genius…" He muttered.

Ema wasted a glare in his direction and crossed her arms. "Fop," She started. "You dragged me here to talk about the case. Talk."

"I was talking." He defended. "Your sausages are going to get cold, Liebe."

Ema felt her eye twitch. "About the case, Gavin."

Klavier smiled at her after swallowing a yolk-covered bite of toast. "What's there to talk about? He did it. He said he did it. Case closed."

Ema could have sworn she felt a vein pop.

"Because, Gavin, I have to testify and I don't fancy standing at the witness chair and sounding like a complete idiot because we never discussed what I was supposed to talk about."

Klavier seemed to consider that. "Well, you have a point." He said thoughtfully poking his fork at one of her unattended sausages.

It took every bit of self control Ema had not to jump him over the table. She hit his fork with her own and took back her sausage. "Why would the wife be near the place her Ex works at?" Ema repeated; her voice strained.

Klavier took a different one while she was busy eating. "Well," He began slowly. "Maybe she needed closure?"

Ema stood up and walked straight out of the café.

--

"Gumshoe," Ema said firmly through her small, pink cell phone.

"W-what's up, Pal?" came the shaken response.

Ema started walking towards the glimmerous car. "You're taking my place in the trial. I don't have the patients for this."

A small crash was heard in the background, like something fell. "What?!"

Ema felt her phone being pulled from her hand behind her.

"Please ignore whatever she told you, Herr Gumshoe. She's just a bit mad at me."

Ema spun around and reached to get her cell phone back. "Give it back!"

He pulled out of her reach. "Yes, a misunderstanding… Hahaha, ja, Miss Skye will be doing the case, don't worry." Klavier said quickly and closed the small flip-phone.

"What are you doing?!" Ema shouted.

Klavier smiled sheepishly for him and furrowed his perfect eyebrows. "Keeping you in this case," He answered. "It would take to long to get Herr Gumshoe caught up."

"…We just started on this today."

"Ja, far too much learned to get Gumshoe caught up."

Ema bit her cheek. "I'm not doing this case. My mental strength won't be able to take it."

Klavier exhaled gently. "What can I do to make it within your mental abilities?"

"Take this seriously."

Hmm. I actually don't care for this chapter. Its rather short, and not my best work. But it was done a while ago, and its an update, right? (R&R, constructive critisism welcome)

-PetalKat... Erm. I mean, Relimeax