Written for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme of awesome! The prompt was to have Apollo fill when Klavier's guest singer cancels at the last minute. So that's what this fic is. -smiles- I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of who knows how many!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Ace Attorney or any of its associated characters and locations. The are property of Capcom.

The Gavinners might have broken up, but that certainly had not been enough to stop Klavier Gavin from pursuing a solo career. His fans had been overjoyed, to say the least, and were showing it now, as the over-full theatre echoed with their joyous shouts.

Klavier himself was at the top of his game, pacing the stage like cat stalking its prey, fingers flying deftly over the strings on his guitar. It was more than enough to set off all the fangirls—with the odd boy mixed in.

Trucy Wright was no exception, her hands waving in the air as she yelled along with everyone else. Beside her, her companion winced, wishing dearly that he could cover his ears to block out at least some of the awful racket.

'Why do they all have to be so loud, anyway?' Apollo mentally complained as he watched his rival in court storm back across the stage yet again, predatory blue eyes scanning the crowd intently. The young attorney felt himself colour faintly as those eyes fell on him, lingering just a second too long before moving on. The brunet bit his lip at this. He could almost swear Klavier did it on purpose.

Then—and none too soon in Apollo's opinion—the opening set was over, and he found himself being dragged backstage to meet with the man himself.

Once they were safely situated in the backstage hallway, Trucy finally released her brother, now that the fear of loosing him was gone.

"Wasn't that awesome, Polly? Isn't Mr. Gavin amazing?"

Apollo had to admit—to himself only—that the blond rock star certainly was just as cool as he had been before. Maybe even more so now that he was on his own.

"Uh, I guess…" he admitted reluctantly. "But it's still way too loud for my tastes."

"Aw, Polly, you're such an old man! And it was so nice of Mr. Gavin to send us those tickets again!"

Apollo huffed faintly at her words. He was not old! "Yeah, and maybe next time they won't come with a bill, if we're lucky," he pointed out.

Trucy pouted at this. "Aw, stop being such a spoilsport. Mine was free, and yours was half off!"

"Presents are normally supposed to be completely free."

"You're such a stick-in-the-mud," was the girl's only response before she latched back onto his arm, intent on dragging him into Klavier's dressing room.

Apollo just allowed her to drag him. This was getting to be way too déjà vu for comfort. Next all they needed was a burning guitar, a body, and a whining diva…

Opening the door to Klavier's dressing room, Apollo sighed. Well, one out of three was not too bad.

Gritting his teeth, Klavier kicked out at a trashcan in irritation, knocking it over and spilling its contents out over the floor.

"I can't believe he's bailing on me now!"

"Who's bailing on you, Mr. Gavin?"

Turning to face the two newcomers, Klavier's expression brightened for only a split second as his eyes fell upon Apollo. Almost immediately, however, they darkened once again as the hairdressing-rock star that prosecuted people approached them.

"Herr Forehead, do you know what's going on?!" demanded Klavier, hands on his hips.

"Uh…no, I can't say I do."

"He cancelled on me!"

"Uh…who cancelled on you?"

"Javy Dones!"

Uh, and that is wh—?"

"—your guest singer?!" shrilled Trucy, hands flying up to cover her mouth, in shock.

"Ja, Fräulein! Ja!"

Hands on her hips, Trucy frowned. "That's no good! He can't just go and cancel on you like that! And at the last second! What're you going to do?"

Placing a hand to his head, Klavier shook it slowly. He really did not have a clue as to what to do in this situation.

"I don't know, Fräulein Trucy. One cannot exactly magic up a replacement in ten minutes."

Eyes widening for a moment, Trucy grinned, pleased with herself.

"Yes we can, Mr. Gavin! Check this out!" With that, she reached back and pulled the trigger for Mr. Hat, the life-like puppet shooting out as expected. "Mr. Hat can help you!"

Smiling faintly, Klavier could not help but laugh at he sight. It was sweet of her to try.

"Looks good, Fräulein. But can he sing?"

Casting an eye over Mr. Hat, Trucy finally shook her head.

"No…but Polly can! I've heard him in the shower!"

Apollo's face blanched at that. She had heard him? Well that was embarrassing. Damn Chords of Steel™.

"He was singing that song of yours, Guilty Love!"

Apollo could have fainted. Of all the days for her to have heard…

"I-it's not like I wanted to sing it!"

Trucy tilted her head, looking over at him in curiosity.

"Then why were you singing it?"

"I-it was stuck in my head! Stupid radio…" he mumbled in response. He hated rock music, but after having heard the song so damn many times, it had pretty much become engraved into his skull, and all it took was one hearing to get it stuck there. For days.

Klavier, however, was forming his own plans as the siblings bickered. Walking over to Apollo, the rock star threw an arm over the young attorney's shoulders.

Apollo tensed at the sudden, unexpected, contact, eyes going wide.

U-uh…Prosecutor Gavin? Wh-what are you doing?" he stammered out nervously.

"Ach mein Forehead. How many times have I told you that here I'm not a prosecutor, but a musician?"

"Uh…never. Although you did make a similar comment when I presented my badge to you that time…"

Ignoring the comment, Klavier kept right on talking. "Here we must drop the formalities. Call me Klavier."

"…since when have you followed formalities?" Apollo asked with a raised eyebrow. "I hardly think 'Forehead', or even 'Herr Forehead', is a formal name. Not to mentio—"

Once again, Apollo found himself completely ignored as Klavier carried right on talking. Not bothering to stop and listen to Apollo. Actually, it was likely he never even noticed the other male talking.

"So, Herr Forehead, have you ever heard my newest track?"

"Um, I don't think so."

"Yes you have, Polly! Mr. Gavin was nice enough to send us that preview copy, remember?"

Oh, it was that song. The one Trucy was playing non-stop at the office. Yeah, that one was pretty much stuck in his head too.

"I guess I have…what was it called again?" He might know the words, but certainly not the name.

"My Boyfriend Murdered My Girlfriend," supplied Klavier with a cocky grin.

"Right." Because songs about people killing each other were simply amazing…

"Do you know it?"

Apollo shrugged. "More or less, yeah. Trucy plays it constantly."

"It's a great song!" supplied Trucy.

Apollo attempted to draw back at the predatory look that suddenly settled on him, but found himself unable to do so because of the arm settled firmly over his shoulders.

"P-prosecutor Gavi—er, Klavier?" he asked, suddenly liking the contact less than ever.

"Now, Forehead, I had been planning on this concert being the debut of that song. There's one problem though: one Mr. Javy Dones was supposed to assist me by playing the role of the 'boyfriend' in the song."

"O-oh…I see…" Suddenly, Apollo really didn't like where this was headed.

"Since the song requires two singers I cannot possibly perform it on my own," lamented Klavier, predatory grin never wavering. "So therefore I think it's time we find out how well you know the song. On stage."

Oh. Crap.

Trucy squealed at the suggestion, leaping forward to latch onto her brother's arm.

"C'mon, Polly! It'll be so much fun! Imagine, my brother, on stage, singing with a famous rock-god!"

Finally managing to shrug free of Klavier's grip, Apollo sighed as he was then assaulted by his sister instead.

"Fun for who?" he huffed, not at all thrilled with the proposition—if it could even be called that. Running around on a stage while singing—screaming?—at the top of his lungs was not his idea of a good time. After all, to maximize vocal performance, one needed to be stationary so that all excess oxygen would go to the lungs. Waste not, want not; and running was waste.

"Fun for everyone!" Trucy continued. "Plus, Mr. Hat and I could cheer you on!"

Apollo groaned. This was not going well at all.

"Trucy…"

"Look, Herr Forehead!"

Apollo glanced over at Klavier's call. He had momentarily forgotten about the blond rock star, who had taken the past minute or so to do some digging through a closet. Now Klavier stood, holding up several articles of clothing that made Apollo's eyes bleed just to look at.

"What…what are those?!" demanded Apollo, eyes widening for a split second before squeezing shut. Too bright. Way. Too. Bright.

"Your stage outfit, of course! We can't have you performing in those old rags!"

Old rags? Apollo folded his arms, scowling. This was his best suit!

"No. Way. And just who said I was going to perform, anyway?"

Frowning, Klavier turned back to the closet, rooting through it for a moment before finally pulling out yet another outfit, this one more modestly coloured…but sparkly.

What?

"How about this one?"

"K-Klavier…I really don't…"

Smirking evilly, Klavier motioned to the door.

"Fräulein, if you don't mind."

"Don't mind what, Mr. Gavin?"

Klavier sighed inwardly. Body language was lost on some people.

"Your brother is going to need to get changed…"

"Wait! What? N—"

"Oh! Okay! I getcha! I'll just be out in the hall until you're done."

"Ja, Fräulein. Thank you."

As the brunette girl turned to leave, Klavier was struck with a sudden thought.

"Ach! Fräulein Trucy! Could you do me a favour?"

Halting her departure, Trucy whirled about, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as she waited for Klavier to continue.

"Would you mind telling my stage manager that this intermission might need to be extended by a few minutes?"

"Sure thing!" With those words, the young magician bounded out the door.

Moving in swiftly, Klavier locked it, turning his predatory grin back onto Apollo.

"So, Herr Forehead, let's get you prepared, shall we?"

Apollo might actually have whimpered, had he been able to find his voice. This was not going his way at all…

When Apollo made no move to put the new clothing on, Klavier's eyes darkened, an anticipatory smirk replacing the grin from moments before.

"So, Forehead, are you going to change, or do you need a bit of help?" he asked, closing the distance between them quickly. Pressing his body up uncomfortably close to Apollo's, Klavier latched onto his tie—who wore a tie to a rock concert anyway?—and began pulling it loose. "Because I don't mind helping you."

Apollo was initially too dumbstruck to react at all. He was really going to have to do this, wasn't he? He was going to help his court rival out by singing in a rock concert…while wearing a sparkly outfit.

If anyone had told him this would happen one day when he was younger, he would have laughed openly. Hell, if they had told him yesterday he would have laughed; but no, it was really happening, wasn't it?

Suddenly the brunet's brain clicked in to the fact that said rival was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, having already removed both vest and tie.

"H-hey!" he yelped, pushing Klavier back. "W-what are you doing?"

Klavier shrugged innocently. "You looked like you could use a hand, ja?"

"I-I can dress myself just fine, thanks!" Apollo retorted, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

"Just thought to lend a pal a hand," replied Klavier, handing over the clothing for Apollo to put on.

'Yes! Score one for the Defence!' Apollo mentally cheered. His internal victory was quickly squashed by another realization. 'Crap…I think I just agreed to wear this, didn't I?' And if he were going to wear it…that meant singing on stage, too.

Crap! Crap! Crap!