A/N: Brand new story! Is obviously Klema and will be a multi fic. This chapter is just a long build up to the real story line, so sticking with it would be a good idea if you're interested :D

Anyway, please stick with this, its going in a real direction, not my usual mindless fluff.

Disclaimer: I don't own these two, an apartment or snackoos. Hell, do they even exist?

Sweet Like Chocolate

Ema would wake every morning with the same sense of dread. She knew she was waking up earlier than most of civilisation, she knew she had to shower, get dressed, eat and be out of the door well before most people had had their morning coffee.

Her one thing that cheered her up was her snackoos. Her beloved snackoos. They had never let her down, never made her do something stupid, never hit on her or called her strange names. In fact, they didn't provide any negative effect for her whatsoever. They made the most delicious snack she could ever conceive and also came in handy as a potential weapon, something of which she used to her full advantage. Snackoos, she concluded, should mutate into a breed of humans, though while being scientifically impossible, the snackoo species would be the greatest race ever.

She thought about this while on the train to work. 'Another day, another murder' seemed to be her philosophy as of late, something of which she didn't appreciate. Now, there were several things that Ema didn't appreciate in life, one, as already concluded is waking up early. Another is too many murders, even though they provide chance to investigate, that is, to investigate scientifically. A third downer on her life is paper work, and she gets more of that the more crimes she investigates.

The fourth burden on her life, she concluded as she walked through the building to her office, was the glimmerous fop walking briskly beside her whom she was trying her hardest to ignore for as long as possible. Sure, he had the looks and the smooth accent and the ability to woo almost everyone oh, and just happened to be an ex rock star with the prosecuting abilities of a god with bundles of money, but that doesn't mean that he can be tolerated at 8 on a Monday morning. He was scientifically bad for her.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, Klavier Gavin was perfect to almost everyone. Guess who didn't exactly fit into the 'everyone' category. Unfortunately, this very fact was what enticed Klavier so much.

"Good morning, Fraulein." Gavin said to her through a smile.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

"Morning *MUNCH* Sir, what is it?" Ema asked him while eating her snackoos. Oh how Ema hated working for this fop, why couldn't the top prosecutor be Mr Edgeworth? Even Mr Payne would have been a better boss, albeit more nervous.

"Just to remind you of the departmental meeting this morning, and the party tonight. Will I be seeing you there?"

"Of course, I'll be at the morning meeting as usual." Ema replied while grabbing the door handle to her office.

"And what about the party, Fraulein?"

Ema didn't respond. Instead she closed her door while looking into the hopeful eyes of a glimmerous fop. It didn't matter if his pleading eyes were so blue you could swim in them, and it didn't matter if his smile was genuine just then. Everyone knows that Ema Skye does not attend work parties. Never has, never will. Unless they were thrown for her, then she might be swayed.

She sighed and landed on her desk chair, feeling contented to be off her feet again. That is until she saw the amount of paperwork due to be done on her desk, and more specifically the little post it stuck to her lamp.

Fraulein,

Looking forward to seeing you at the party tonight.

Perhaps save me a dance Ja?

Love Klavier Gavin

Ema screwed up the note and threw it towards her bin, not bothering to look up to see if it had actually gone in, though she suspected it hadn't.

***

The meeting that morning had gone on like they usually did. Gavin announced that Mr Payne would be taking on the latest case because he was too busy (or too lazy, Ema suspected) and a number of other detectives had been ordered to go out and do their job, Ema had not been one of those detectives.

On the way out of the meeting room Gavin held onto Ema's arm and dragged her aside.

"A personal favour." He told her with a smile, "To give you an easy day to finish your outstanding paperwork and-" he added, after seeing her roll her eyes, "Time to make yourself beautiful for the party tonight, you're expected to turn up."

"And why's that?" She asked him icily.

"Because I want you there. And I get what I want. So you'll be there."

"But-"

"No buts. I'll pick you up at 8, Ja?"

Ema stood there spluttering out her argument before she realised he had already made a hasty retreat. He didn't know where she lived she thought, but it wouldn't be hard for him to find out, he could just look through her employment details and find it straight away. Sigh. Why couldn't a less able man be interested in stalking her? One that couldn't find out her address in a matter of seconds?

Ema noted as 5 o' clock finally rolled in. That gave her an hour to get home and do her morning ritual again in two hours. Shower, dress, eat.

The train back was almost eventful. Ema never got on the train at this time, thus was not properly prepared for the giant mass of people that would be there. She needn't worry though, most people got off before her stop, and being a detective she could easily get through an enormous crowd by flashing her badge and yelling.

***

As she walked through her tiny apartment to her bathroom, Ema munched angrily on snackoos. Angry in that, despite being home early for a change, she would be going out, meaning that she'd be having a later night than usual. Late night and early morning makes Ema a potential murderer, another well known fact about her.

This time her anger was soothed by the running of hot water over her naked body. She let it run over her face and cascade down her newly smooth legs, of which she'd paid more attention to shaving than usual.

Feeling thoroughly refreshed and fresh faced, she padded bare foot in a towel through her apartment towards her living room and flicked channels for a bit. She had half an hour of relaxing before she had to start drying her hair and dressing, and she intended to enjoy that time with her TV and her bag of snackoos.

She was clock watching so had to admit to herself she was more excited about the party than she felt she should have been. It had been a long time since she'd been to a party. What was worse was that she would be going with Gavin. As in, arriving with him there then would probably have to spend some time near him. People would see her near him. People she had to work with everyday and she knew as well as everyone that petty rumours do not stop at high school.

7 o' clock told her it was time to get a move on. She switched her small TV off and carried her snackoos to her bedroom with her, rejoicing once again in the simplicity of the small yet delightful treats. She dropped them on her dressing table and sat on the small buffet she had underneath it. After drying her hair she fluffed it a little and decided that she would settle on what to do with it after she had dressed. She knew the saying that every girl has a little black dress. She didn't agree with this statement because scientifically, it wasn't true or possible. However, Ema did fit into the bulk of girls who did have one, which she reasoned with herself, was not a bad thing because they came in handy for things like this.

Pulling her closet doors open she sighed. So many shirts, waistcoats and lab coats. She rifled through them until she found her dress. She'd only ever worn it once, and that was in the shop dressing room.

She openly cringed as she wondered if it still fit her. She hadn't exactly had health as one of her top priorities as of late. She slipped into it and sighed in relief, it fit like a glove. A rather snug glove she thought as she tied the straps around the back of her neck. It stopped a good few inches above her knees and clung very fittingly to her hips, chest and gave her the appearance of a waist. She would've been pleased with her appearance if she wasn't going to a work party.

Sitting at her dressing table again she decided on keeping her hair down tonight, spraying it lightly with hairspray to give it that tiny bit of life she felt it needed. Now for makeup. She felt any tiny amount was over the top for her, since she never wore it, so this part was going to be a challenge. Foundation? Blusher? Lip gloss? Were these necessary? She read the label for the foundation and decided that that might be a good idea; a shiny face was never appreciated. Now for the dreaded eyeliner. She'd worn it a few times in her youth when her older sister Lana had done it for her, though since then Ema had never cared for it. Tonight though, she intended to look good, no matter how painful it would be. Dragging the pencil over her eyelid carefully she shuddered at the thought of mascara, and cautiously applied a few swipes of that on her lashes next, so as to not stab herself in the eye, something of which she is sure she would of done had she been in more of a rush.

Quarter to 8. Not bad she thought. Now she needed shoes though, which wouldn't be a problem. In the same way she had a little black dress for occasions like this, she also had a pair of black heels similar in design to her usual platforms, only with a more evident thin heel to them.

Staring in the mirror she felt a stab of nerves hit her. Was this too much? Would everyone else be dressed up this much? Was she even dressed up? She looked over at her bedside clock and sighed. She had 5 more minutes of freedom. That was 5 minutes of eating snackoos. 5 minutes of bliss is OK with her.

Ema stood near the window watching over the car park below, waiting for any sign of a ridiculously shaped and expensive car to roll in. She kept checking over her shoulder what the time was, and sighed angrily once it got to 5 past. Then 10 past. But this point her anger was really bubbling. She momentarily snapped out of her anger rush when she heard a soft knock at the door. Then remembering who it must be she snapped out of it and stopped furiously the door and wrenched it open.

Her boss stood there in his usual black shirt and trousers combination with his favourite purple jacket. In the usual daylight when she saw him in this it was acceptable, now though, since the sun was setting behind him which silhouetted his front slightly it was more than pleasing on the eye. Ema seemed to be as speechless as Gavin was in this new light.

The sun provided the opposite effect on Ema to him, her eyes were a light and her cheeks looked flushed. She raked his eyes over her long, loose hair and her darker eyes, and then hid no shame in openly checking her out. Her tiny black dress clung to her in all the right places he thought, or rather, clung very pleasingly to places he didn't know his Fraulein had. His eyes followed down her long, smooth legs to where her feet stood planted in black high heels. This was indeed a sight he would not forget easily.

He snapped out of his maturing daydream by then sound of her steely voice, a dead set that she was mad at him.

"Time to go, fop. You're late." She glared only adding to his fantasies, if only she would smile at him, then she'd be in for it. Well, daydream Ema would be anyway.

"Of course," He said apologetically, while reaching around his back, "I just thought it would be courteous of me to give you these." He finished, handing her a bunch of roses, and knowing that this wasn't a common experienced for her; he excused himself inside her apartment and put them in an empty vase he found above her fridge.

"There," He said proudly, "Now when you get back tonight, no matter what happens, at least you'll have these pretty roses."

"Thank you." She mumbled back, embarrassed that he'd caught her off guard and ushered him towards the door and locked it behind herself. He noticed with amusement that she put the key above the doorframe, concluding that she didn't trust herself either with keys or with alcohol. Probably both.

They made their way down to the stairwell in uncomfortable silence and approached something that look like a regular car that had been stretched to an irregular shape and unnecessary size. He opened the door for her and she climbed in mumbling another polite thank you.

"In comparison to you, they're bland." He told her, his face holding now sign of his usual smirk when talking to her.

"What?" She asked, looking up at his oddly serious face with a peculiar feeling about her.

"The roses," He answered "You look stunning tonight, as you do everyday. The roses are bland in comparison because you're worth a thousand more."

So, my longest ever chapter, 2,297 words. I'm impressed with myself.

Will be updating either tomorrow or in a few days at most, then it will be party time :D

Opinions would be crackin' :D