Keep It Cool | Ace Attorney (Kristoph x reader)

[8] Piano Man

[4:45 P.M. - Public Library]

They do not have renting chargers.

"Ugh, whatever. I guess we're going old fashioned today and pick up dusty stuff," [Y/N] groans and walks over to a stack of shelves.

They walk down the aisle, only looking at the spine covers to see which one catches their eye. Judging the books by their cover, they all look bland to [Y/N] to be honest but one looks interesting. They slide the book from the shelf and dust off the cover, "whew this book is blown... 'Kokoro by Natsume Souseki'. Yeah, whatever, a book is a book."

They walk into the front area of the library where long lines of tables are placed to read. [Y/N] takes a seat and starts reading.

Time goes by and so does [Y/N]'s sanity. 'This Natsume guy is really good, what the,' they think as they turn the pages. Although the book is interesting to read, their mental capacity does not enjoy it. [Y/N] ends up sleeping, face-planting into the fourth chapter of the book.

Their beauty sleep is interrupted by a soft tap on the shoulder. Upon waking up, they saw Kristoph in front of them... wait.

This isn't Kristoph.

It's a man wearing a black shirt with a purple overcoat... His face is covered with sunglasses and a mask, for whatever reason. Though the hair looks exactly like his.

[Y/N] wipes off the dripping drool and rubs their eyes to make sure they're seeing this right, "uh, yes?" They sit up straight up from their seat.

"Good evening. I'm here to pick you up," the man smiles behind his mask. 'Ugh, he even sounds like him, am I going crazy because of Amy's death?' They wonder.

"Who even are you, Kristoph rip-off?" [Y/N] bluntly asks, rubbing their temples with eyebrows furrowing.

The man is taken aback by their words, "woah now, feisty one. I'm just following my brother's order."

'Brother? Kristoph had a br- oh'

"Right... lead singer guy," they realize as they get up, holding the book. The man guides her to the exit and [Y/N] drops the book into the used section when they pass beside it. "What's your name?" The blonde man asks. He seems more laid back compared to his brother.

"Wow, your brother told you to pick up a random person at some library and he didn't even bother telling my name? Amazing," [Y/N] rolls their eyes as they leave the building.

Gavin laughs at their comment, "you're the first ever person to speak like that about my brother, you know? Don't worry, I was just playing [Y/N]."

"Hey! How come you get to call me [Y/N] right off the hook, Mr. Rockstar?" their arms shift to their waist. "Aww, but my brother calls you by your first name? Does he get special treatment?" 

Before [Y/N] can come up with any more comebacks, they're absolutely shocked to stop in front of a whole limo.

"Oh right, yeah um well. The band just got off from a concert and it was too much of a hassle to use my motorbike," he explains.

"Wait, the band? The entire team's in there?" They ask. It's going to be one hell of an awkward ride.

"Not really. Anyway, we should get in before any more people stare at us. You know, rumors," he laughs. 'Right, you are a hit singer after all... I guess.'

'Aw damn, what was this guy's name again? Wasn't it like caviar or something?' [Y/N] thinks as they enter the vehicle. "It's Klavier," he laughs.

Note to self, don't think out loud.

There is only one other person in the car, surprisingly. A grumpy man, around the same age as Klavier. He reminds [Y/N] of a shark somehow, maybe it's because of that horn of a hairstyle. Is that even real hair?

"This is Daryan, our guitarist of the band," Klavier introduces. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Why am I getting dragged into this? You could've just let me off the hotel first," he waves in disapproval.

'So much of an attitude.'

Klavier then says, "well I can't just ride at the back with just the two of us now, can I? That would make our guest uncomfortable."

"... Well, nice to meet you, I'm [Y/N]," they say, trying to be friendly. "Same here. Also, you're such a sucker for your brother, man. You don't have to kiss his feet all the time and do what he says for real," he scoffs.

Yes, it is still awkward even with a single man.

The car begins to move.

"Woah, my guy. You could've phrased that way better," the singer raises his arms. "Plus, it's my own brother, of course, I'm gonna do what he says."

"Oh, yeah? What if he tells you to lie through your teeth and like I don't know, get someone disbarred in court?" Daryan crosses his arms. This man has a rude personality for a guitarist in a band.

"Daryan, you know my brother would never do that. You're a cop, after all," Klavier dismisses it.

It finally clicks to [Y/N], "wait, court? And he's a cop?" They ask.

Daryan crosses his legs, "wow, you don't know The Gavinners? That's a first. What's your name?"

"... [Y/N]," they repeat.

"Aye, nice to meet you. Anyway yeah, our band is involved in the forces in some way or another," he explains. His mood changes completely when he finds out [Y/N] isn't so familiar with the band.

"He's right," Klavier continues. "He's a detective and I'm a prosecutor."

"Oh, wow. You truly are the polar opposite of your brother," they replied. Both the guitarist and singer slightly laugh at the comment.

"Hear that, bro? Even some random person thinks you're not like your brother even a bit, it's just the face and hair," Daryan uncrosses his legs and spreads them across the seat. "Hah, yeah. He's a bit uptight but that's all. He's truly nice if you get to know him, dude," Klavier reasons back.

"Sure, sure whatever you say, man, I still don't like his vibes. S'all."

The lighthearted conversation continues as they arrive at their destination.

"Whoop, off you two go. I'm gonna chill here for a solid hour before I get back to the hotel, see ya!" Daryan waves off as both Klavier and [Y/N] leave.

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[E/N]

Revised. For some reason, Daryan was stated as a police officer? Sorry for the misinformation.