[Ace Attorney] fic: His Pet Brother Part 1
Title: His Pet Brother Part 1
Fandom: Ace Attorney (mostly AJ era with some AAI1 references)
Words: 1,230
Summary: Upon his colleague's recommendation, Kristoph visits a pet shop in Chinatown to acquire a pet dog but somehow returns home with a human instead. No matter how much he condemns himself, he can't bring himself to part with his new brother. He thinks the world of Klavier -- until he breaks the contract.
Notes: The premise is based on Pet Shop of Horrors, but PSoH only features as a cameo at the start. This was written in 2009 or so for the PW Kink Meme. Expect to see several more parts going up this week.
The actual prompt:
ANON just finished Petshop of Horrors and thinks that Kristoph seems like the kind of person that Count D would sell an animal to that would bring misfortune.
So I want a fic where either Klavier or Apollo is actually a pet from Count D's shop. :3
So yeah. Expect misfortune in store for Kristoph!
His Pet Brother Part 1
The pet shop was a small shop squeezed between two larger buildings in the middle of Chinatown. Even if you were looking specifically for the shop, the pet shop was easy to miss in its indistinctness. Unlike other shops in the area that had gaudy characters and flashing neon signs plastered all over their walls, the pet shop presented a plain, simple front that hinted towards the shop's practicality.
Or so Kristoph had thought.
When he mentioned to one of his colleagues that he was thinking of getting a dog, his colleague had immediately recommended this pet shop that was hidden away in a part of Chinatown Kristoph had never known about. Kristoph hadn't doubted his colleague's recommendation -- it wasn't like Kristoph knew any of the pet shops around the area. He was merely taking a look anyway.
The inside of the pet shop looked normal enough, china tea cups aside, but a strange smell immediately hit Kristoph's senses when he entered the shop. He covered his nose with his handkerchief while he waited for the owner to come out. He could tell it was some kind of incense that was being burned, perhaps to cover the smell of animals that no pet shop was without no matter how clean the place was.
"Excuse me, is the owner in?" he called out. He didn't have to wait long.
"Are you looking for a pet?" asked a smooth, male voice. Kristoph quickly glanced away from the intriguing tea cups only to be surprised by the man who had just walked out from the inner parts of the store.
"Yes, that's what I'm here for."
If the presence of the tea cups were surprising in a pet shop, then the presence of this man was nothing short of alarming. His silky hair that came just past his chins, his deep, sharp eyes, his dangerous lips, his pale skin, his long and sharp fingernails, and his form-fitting dress were all anomalies that did not fit with Kristoph's image of a pet shop owner.
"Would you like some tea while we discuss?" asked the mysterious and effeminate man.
Kristoph nodded and took a seat, thanking the other man when he poured Kristoph a cup of tea. He took a sip, the warm tea relaxing him, his grip loosening. He hadn't even known he was tense before this.
"What kind of pet are you looking for?" asked the man. His eye, for only one eye could be seen, glimmered with speculation.
"I'm thinking I might acquire a dog," replied Kristoph as he placed his cup down softly. "I am living here alone and have been told that a dog would help liven up the place."
The man tapped his chin thoughtfully, displaying his long, slender fingers that truly did not look like they belonged to the hand of a pet shop owner.
"Are you German, by any chance?" asked the man as he looked at Kristoph piercingly.
Kristoph pushed his glasses up. "What does that have to do with anything?" he asked. Was his accent still that noticeable? He practiced and practiced and practiced until he could speak English as fluently as a native. He had thought that no one could tell by now. To think that his efforts still weren't enough was maddening.
"It means everything," replied the man. "I have a dog from Germany that I think would suit you brilliantly, just as much as you suit him. I'm sure he misses hearing German just as much as you do."
The man stood up.
"Come, follow me, and I'll take you to him."
"Wait, I haven't decided if I truly want to acquire a pet at this time," argued Kristoph, afraid that he was committing himself to more than he was expecting.
"Do not worry," replied the man, "You will be able to decide after you see him. I think you will like him."
Kristoph followed the man deep into the pet shop, the smell of incense growing stronger and stronger as they went. The smell must have muddled with his mind, or else he would have been wondering how it was possible that the pet shop was so much larger on the inside than the outside had hinted at. Instead, he brushed that thought away and decided it wasn't important to dwell on it.
What was strange, Kristoph decided, was that he hadn't seen a single animal around the pet shop other than the mouse-like animal perched on the other man's shoulder. Instead, he heard shuffling feet and laughter that made him whip his head around, but all he saw were pigtails disappearing down the corridor.
"Here we are," murmured the pet shop owner. They had stopped in front of a large, wooden door that betrayed nothing about what was behind it. "I hope I will be able to hear your German."
Before Kristoph could reply, the man pushed the door open and led Kristoph inside.
Anything Kristoph had wanted to say immediately flew out of his mind.
He was the most beautiful thing Kristoph had ever seen with his own eyes. His hair was just a shade lighter than Kristoph's, but it looked so much softer and silkier. Kristoph could tell that he was well groomed and well treated, those crystal blue eyes so innocent and clear. Kristoph inadvertently took a step closer, his hand itching to run through that soft silkiness.
"Go ahead," the other man urged.
Kristoph gulped as he moved closer and weaved his fingers through those blond strands. He gently began his stroking. "You're beautiful," he murmured in his native language, too struck by awe to even know he was speaking German instead of English.
Those blue eyes rose to look at him. "You can speak!" came the excited reply. "I thought I was the only one who spoke this way. Wait, does that mean you're my brother?" Blue eyes looked at him expectantly.
"Do you wish for me to be your brother?" asked Kristoph as he continued stroking the youth's hair, pleased when he felt a timid nudge for more.
"I would like it very much."
"Then from this point on, I am your brother."
All throughout their exchange, the mysterious shop owner said not one word. A smile graced his lips as he handed his newest customer a contract.
"After signing this, you may bring him home. If you do not follow the rules of the contract, the store will not be held liable for anything that happens. If you follow the rules, he will be your most loyal brother, and you will never be lonely again."
Kristoph nodded and quickly glanced over the terms. There was no doubt in his mind that his new little brother needed to be home with him as soon as possible. The rules were the following:
1. Do not let anyone know he's your pet.
2. Do not ever lie to him.
3. Do not cut his hair.
The rules were peculiar but not difficult to follow. Kristoph signed the contract, blowing on it softly to dry the ink.
"What will you name him?" asked the man.
Kristoph blinked. "He doesn't have a name yet? Well, that needs to be solved."
He turned to his new brother and caressed those soft cheeks lovingly.
"From today onwards, you will be known as Klavier Gavin." He felt more than saw Klavier's grin.
The mysterious shop owner smiled once again as he led both Gavins out to the front of the shop.
"Please forever cherish him. I wish the best of fortune for both of you."
"Wait, your name?" asked Kristoph.
"I am known as Count D."
to be continued
Next Part
Fandom: Ace Attorney (mostly AJ era with some AAI1 references)
Words: 1,230
Summary: Upon his colleague's recommendation, Kristoph visits a pet shop in Chinatown to acquire a pet dog but somehow returns home with a human instead. No matter how much he condemns himself, he can't bring himself to part with his new brother. He thinks the world of Klavier -- until he breaks the contract.
Notes: The premise is based on Pet Shop of Horrors, but PSoH only features as a cameo at the start. This was written in 2009 or so for the PW Kink Meme. Expect to see several more parts going up this week.
The actual prompt:
ANON just finished Petshop of Horrors and thinks that Kristoph seems like the kind of person that Count D would sell an animal to that would bring misfortune.
So I want a fic where either Klavier or Apollo is actually a pet from Count D's shop. :3
So yeah. Expect misfortune in store for Kristoph!
His Pet Brother Part 1
The pet shop was a small shop squeezed between two larger buildings in the middle of Chinatown. Even if you were looking specifically for the shop, the pet shop was easy to miss in its indistinctness. Unlike other shops in the area that had gaudy characters and flashing neon signs plastered all over their walls, the pet shop presented a plain, simple front that hinted towards the shop's practicality.
Or so Kristoph had thought.
When he mentioned to one of his colleagues that he was thinking of getting a dog, his colleague had immediately recommended this pet shop that was hidden away in a part of Chinatown Kristoph had never known about. Kristoph hadn't doubted his colleague's recommendation -- it wasn't like Kristoph knew any of the pet shops around the area. He was merely taking a look anyway.
The inside of the pet shop looked normal enough, china tea cups aside, but a strange smell immediately hit Kristoph's senses when he entered the shop. He covered his nose with his handkerchief while he waited for the owner to come out. He could tell it was some kind of incense that was being burned, perhaps to cover the smell of animals that no pet shop was without no matter how clean the place was.
"Excuse me, is the owner in?" he called out. He didn't have to wait long.
"Are you looking for a pet?" asked a smooth, male voice. Kristoph quickly glanced away from the intriguing tea cups only to be surprised by the man who had just walked out from the inner parts of the store.
"Yes, that's what I'm here for."
If the presence of the tea cups were surprising in a pet shop, then the presence of this man was nothing short of alarming. His silky hair that came just past his chins, his deep, sharp eyes, his dangerous lips, his pale skin, his long and sharp fingernails, and his form-fitting dress were all anomalies that did not fit with Kristoph's image of a pet shop owner.
"Would you like some tea while we discuss?" asked the mysterious and effeminate man.
Kristoph nodded and took a seat, thanking the other man when he poured Kristoph a cup of tea. He took a sip, the warm tea relaxing him, his grip loosening. He hadn't even known he was tense before this.
"What kind of pet are you looking for?" asked the man. His eye, for only one eye could be seen, glimmered with speculation.
"I'm thinking I might acquire a dog," replied Kristoph as he placed his cup down softly. "I am living here alone and have been told that a dog would help liven up the place."
The man tapped his chin thoughtfully, displaying his long, slender fingers that truly did not look like they belonged to the hand of a pet shop owner.
"Are you German, by any chance?" asked the man as he looked at Kristoph piercingly.
Kristoph pushed his glasses up. "What does that have to do with anything?" he asked. Was his accent still that noticeable? He practiced and practiced and practiced until he could speak English as fluently as a native. He had thought that no one could tell by now. To think that his efforts still weren't enough was maddening.
"It means everything," replied the man. "I have a dog from Germany that I think would suit you brilliantly, just as much as you suit him. I'm sure he misses hearing German just as much as you do."
The man stood up.
"Come, follow me, and I'll take you to him."
"Wait, I haven't decided if I truly want to acquire a pet at this time," argued Kristoph, afraid that he was committing himself to more than he was expecting.
"Do not worry," replied the man, "You will be able to decide after you see him. I think you will like him."
Kristoph followed the man deep into the pet shop, the smell of incense growing stronger and stronger as they went. The smell must have muddled with his mind, or else he would have been wondering how it was possible that the pet shop was so much larger on the inside than the outside had hinted at. Instead, he brushed that thought away and decided it wasn't important to dwell on it.
What was strange, Kristoph decided, was that he hadn't seen a single animal around the pet shop other than the mouse-like animal perched on the other man's shoulder. Instead, he heard shuffling feet and laughter that made him whip his head around, but all he saw were pigtails disappearing down the corridor.
"Here we are," murmured the pet shop owner. They had stopped in front of a large, wooden door that betrayed nothing about what was behind it. "I hope I will be able to hear your German."
Before Kristoph could reply, the man pushed the door open and led Kristoph inside.
Anything Kristoph had wanted to say immediately flew out of his mind.
He was the most beautiful thing Kristoph had ever seen with his own eyes. His hair was just a shade lighter than Kristoph's, but it looked so much softer and silkier. Kristoph could tell that he was well groomed and well treated, those crystal blue eyes so innocent and clear. Kristoph inadvertently took a step closer, his hand itching to run through that soft silkiness.
"Go ahead," the other man urged.
Kristoph gulped as he moved closer and weaved his fingers through those blond strands. He gently began his stroking. "You're beautiful," he murmured in his native language, too struck by awe to even know he was speaking German instead of English.
Those blue eyes rose to look at him. "You can speak!" came the excited reply. "I thought I was the only one who spoke this way. Wait, does that mean you're my brother?" Blue eyes looked at him expectantly.
"Do you wish for me to be your brother?" asked Kristoph as he continued stroking the youth's hair, pleased when he felt a timid nudge for more.
"I would like it very much."
"Then from this point on, I am your brother."
All throughout their exchange, the mysterious shop owner said not one word. A smile graced his lips as he handed his newest customer a contract.
"After signing this, you may bring him home. If you do not follow the rules of the contract, the store will not be held liable for anything that happens. If you follow the rules, he will be your most loyal brother, and you will never be lonely again."
Kristoph nodded and quickly glanced over the terms. There was no doubt in his mind that his new little brother needed to be home with him as soon as possible. The rules were the following:
1. Do not let anyone know he's your pet.
2. Do not ever lie to him.
3. Do not cut his hair.
The rules were peculiar but not difficult to follow. Kristoph signed the contract, blowing on it softly to dry the ink.
"What will you name him?" asked the man.
Kristoph blinked. "He doesn't have a name yet? Well, that needs to be solved."
He turned to his new brother and caressed those soft cheeks lovingly.
"From today onwards, you will be known as Klavier Gavin." He felt more than saw Klavier's grin.
The mysterious shop owner smiled once again as he led both Gavins out to the front of the shop.
"Please forever cherish him. I wish the best of fortune for both of you."
"Wait, your name?" asked Kristoph.
"I am known as Count D."
to be continued
Next Part