Justice, This is Your Five Minute Call - Klapollo Fanfic

3 : Pressure

The mirror in front of Apollo was covered in lipstick marks, post-it notes left by an inconvenient Athena, and various memorabilia such as tickets from shows he has performed. Only a week before his new tour performed opening night; he was sitting in the dressing room of his agency with APOLLO JUSTICE plastered in lights across the other side of the door that swung open.

"Mister Justice, I believe it's time we talked."

A tanned, carefully manicured but bony hand outlined the wooden curves of the doorframe, one leg crossed over the other as he draped his body frame across the entire space of the door's width.

Every chestnut blonde coloured hair on Apollo's grazed skin lifted at the razor sharp voice, pulling him out of his state of focus. He was half way through his extensive skincare routine he had to do by agency policy - to make sure he glowed on stage. Did it really make a difference under tons and tons of makeup, anyway?

His ever slightly trembling hand reached to turn off the radio blasting on his messy desk, the room falling into a crushing silence while the man behind him awaited an answer.

"Hey, boss. How's.. ahem- how are you?" Apollo screeched, his voice cracking as he swivelled around on the stool he sat on to face Kristoph Gavin, the agent, boss, manager - whatever you want to call him - in charge of all Apollo's affairs concerning his work life.

"Oh, you know... I'm stunned you have the gall to ask." Apollo's leg began to tap slightly against the cold floor in anxiety, quickly stopping it when he rested his own hand on his thigh, pushing it down. Kristoph continued, "I'd be elated if you decided to put an ounce of care into your career, and reply to my, mind you, URGENT emails and such. Don't run your mind thinking you're above this. I'll be damned if I let you get away with this."

"Kristoph, you know I can't do this all the time. You're the person running my shows and rehearsals making me spin on a heel to adapt my schedule for this-"

"Watch your tone. And your use of addressing by name." Kristoph sneered.

Apollo's breath hitched for a second, his chipped nails digging into his thigh now, pulling on the fabric of his jeans.

"Sorry, Mr. Gavin."

For the past week or so, Apollo hadn't contacted Kristoph once, and by contract, it was compulsory to. He was risking losing everything, profession-wise, and still, Kristoph couldn't let him go. Apollo was the biggest rock sensation right now.

He had felt too drained, and exhausted, to do anything. He was pouring everything into rehearsals and school and preparations for his tour. To give credit - Apollo was an honest guy. He showed his tears when they appeared, just never said why they were there in the first place. Kristoph was a main cause of his episodes and stress, always pushing him to his limits and past them.

"So, amuse me. Is there a reason you've been avoiding me?" Kristoph rolled up the sleeved of his white shirt and straightened his tie, blistering the silence between each silence with a cold stare.

Apollo huffed. "Yeah. I can't.. Mr. Gavin, I can't take this anymore. I need to removed from my education temporarily. I want to focus on my career, but I can't do that when school is becoming so tiring and you still expect me on top form for everything else."

"You're asking me to pull you out of school for, say, a few months? Very bold. I'm not your mother, Apollo."

The spiky strands on the shorter boy's head flopped, curling over slightly, mimicking his exasperated expression.

He muttered under his breath, well, you're the closest thing, but no, whatever, go on...

Kristoph's face twisted in an offended manner as he scoffed at the comment. Apollo lifted his head, realising he heard what he had uttered.