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Repetition

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He met her in the warm bright day of March. He met her while he was waiting for his fellow band member in a prestige college in Germany. He remembered her surprised look when he accidently knocked her down and dropped her books. He remembered that cute, flustered face she made when she stuttered out an apology. He remembered that gentle smile of gratitude after he helped her up and gathered her books. He remembered her nervously adjusting her pink-lenses glasses that laid upon her head. He remembered the white lab coat that covered her petite frame. He remembered that Pink Princess plush toy that stuck out of her equally pink bag filled with test tubes and flanks. But the one thing he definitely remembered was the look of exasperation she gave him after he delivered one of his many famous lines he would give to his many adoring frauleins. He remembered being completely surprised by the reaction.

He didn't get a name after she had left, but he remembered her face. Her innocent, confident face.

He met her again but this time in a courthouse. He knew she saw him and he watched as she purposely turned the opposite direction. He was now intrigued and slightly disappointed. Intrigued that someone was immuned by his charms and disappointed, well, because of that. Why should it matter to him? She didn't mean anything to him. Was it just his interest to her disregard?

His friends, his fellow band members, teased him about that moment in the courthouse and Daryan, his second guitar player, joked about the 'diva' losing his charm on the ladies. He didn't pay any mind to them, his mind was on that girl's face.

He had forgotten about her. He knew that he shouldn't care. He knew that she meant nothing to him. He knew that she felt the same way. He knew that she probably forgot about him too. But as Fate would have it, about a year later, he met her again inside a small café in the middle of January.

He saw that he had her winter coat draped on her chair. He saw her body still covered in that lab coat, which pretty look good on her now that he looked at it. He saw the textbooks labeled with chemistry and forensic science scattered all about on her small table. He saw the multiple notebooks written with equations, symbols of the elements, a scribbled drawing of a crime scene and procedures to forensic sciences. He saw how deep she was reading into one of her textbooks and jolting down notes as she read.

He heard her yawn in exhaustion after he received his coffee and sat down in a table just behind her with his chair facing the other direction. He heard her take a sip of her warm beverage. He heard her make a noise, as if she had discovered something that would cause great curiosity, when she leaned to her side to get another textbook out of her bag.

She saw the law book sticking out of his bag that was leaning against his chair. She asked him a question about him being a lawyer to which he responded that he wanted to become a prosecutor. She asked him if he knew about Miles Edgeworth and he responded that the man was one of his idols. It didn't take much effort afterwards to spark a conversation with her. He knew there was a reason why he was so intrigued by the girl.

They talked about their classes, their aspirations, their future careers. Never in a long time had Klavier had a nice, normal conversation with anyone besides his parents, his friends, his brother, and his teachers. It was then that he found out her name. She introduced herself.

'I'm Ema Skye.'

With a bright smile, she held out her hand. He shook it with his own.

'Klavier Gavin.' He said to her. 'A pleasure.'

Ema gave him another smile. He swore to himself that her smile would light up the entire city of Berlin if it could.

Ema took a quick look at her watch and realized that she had to get to going. With a farewell and one last smile, she walked out of the warm café. Klavier was disappointed that she had to leave so soon but he couldn't help but feel that he was going to see her again. And with that thought, his disappointment dissipated.

Out of all places, Klavier didn't expect to meet Ema again in Gatewater Land in LA. Out of impulse, he rushed over to her as soon as he saw her. Out of all the members, Daryan had to be the one to tease him about them. Out of the reasons for her being here, she wanted to find her favorite prosecutor. Out of all the girls to be in so much interest him, he finds it in one who's interest is in someone else. Out of all the guys, why did it have to be Daryan that took notice of her?

Klavier was thrilled, if not ecstatic, that was Ema here. He was disappointed however. He was hoping that Ema had heard his band, the Gavinners, by now. She has, though not in the result Klavier was striving for. Not only that but she was here for Miles Edgeworth. Apparently she followed the well-known prosecutor here with her scientific equipment. Klavier thought that it was rather cute, or creepy. But he didn't really care, he missed having her company.

Then she brought up the subject of Klavier being prosecutor. He was surprised when he learned that Lana Skye, ex-Chief Prosecutor, was her sister. How was he supposed to know? Skye was a rather common surname but now that he thought of it, Ema and her sister do look related. Ema was told by her sister that the upcoming trial, State vs. Enigmar, was going to be prosecuted by a 17 year old boy, by the name of Klavier Gavin. He felt rather proud of himself, his debut trial was going to be the talk of the town. It was going to be more than exciting. He was going to be up against his older brother, Kristoph Gavin.

He noticed how Ema was fascinated by this. She was listening very eagerly about his expectation of the trial and his take-off as a prosecutor. She listened to him very attentively as he went on about how well the Gavinners concert went and how the crowd wanted an encore.

It was then that his long time friend had interrupted his moment with the fraulien and literally snatched her from him. Daryan had gently pulled her away from him and started a one-sided conversation with her. Not technically a conversation. It mostly consisted on Daryan's persistent questioning, teasing, and light flirting (which resulted in the fraulien calling the second guitarist a fop). Klavier couldn't stop smiling, she was different than the rest of the girls and he appreciated it. She didn't let him or anybody step all over her. She didn't squeal, or beg for his attention. She didn't care that he was famous. It was then he realized it was more than just appreciation.

He saw her again, one last time before she went back to Germany for her studies. He was indeed going to miss her, he was going to miss having conversations of their duties to the law and their fondness of sunglasses. He wasn't sad though. He felt the same feeling he had back in Berlin. He knew he was going to see her again. He couldn't wait. He gave an unexpected hug to her, he felt her arms wrap around him and his body heated up by this reaction. He gave her his million-dollar smile and one of his many flirty lines, only to have her rolling her eyes and calling him a fop. He laughed a laugh so genuine even he couldn't believe that he would laugh such a laugh.

Only she would produce something like that out of him.