Past Indifferences
Breakdown
Kristoph clenched his jaw as he turned to face the gentleman that stood on the other side of the glass. After the first jurist trial concluded, Kristoph was taken to solitary confinement until his rage ended suddenly and eerily a day later. He was then transferred to maximum security where he paced and talked to himself for five days when he was informed he had a visitor.
“Well, well, well,” He smirked and pushed up his glasses. “I never would have imagined seeing you, of all people, here to visit me.”
The other man crossed his arms. “I had to see for myself that you were actually in jail.” He said slowly as he touched the glass with his fingertips. “I find it slightly comforting to know that you are locked in this glass cage where you can’t hurt anybody any more.”
“This ridiculous jurist system can’t keep me in here forever. Someone will see that there is no better defense attorney than I.” The blond shook his head and gazed directly at his visitor. “Have you come to stare at perfection?”
“I believe you have lost your mind, Kristoph.” The man stepped closer to the glass. “I believe you’ve hurt everyone whom ever tried to help you and now you are stuck. Apollo and Phoenix did well.”
“He was always one of your greatest weaknesses, wasn’t he?” Kristoph gave an evil chuckle that set the others hair on end. “That Phoenix Wright.” He practically spit out the name. “The fact that you cared so much for him that you kept that shoe box of mopey letters should’ve tipped me off to what a bleeding heart you really were. I see nothing has changed, except the suit.” He narrowed his eyes and started pacing. “Von Karma should have tried harder with you.”
“Von Karma pursued perfection to the bitter end.” The other tilted his head and threw Kristoph a steely gaze. “It seems it’s landed you in the same predicament.”
“You really have become soft.” Kristoph looked at the prosecutor over his glasses. “I’m surprised you haven’t run to Germany with your tail between your legs…oh thats right, you have run away, many times!” Kristoph suddenly raised his voice and slammed his hands against the Plexiglas separating the two men. “Because you lost, Miles Edgeworth! You lost against that filthy, wet-behind-the-ears, whiny defense lawyer, Phoenix Wright! He deserved to loose his badge all those years ago!”
Miles started when the blond slammed his hands against the glass and took a deep breath, knowing full well that this was not the full extent of Kristoph’s rage. He was thankful for the Plexiglas, and for the guards that were coming down the hall. He also spotted a tall blond man behind the guards.
“Wright and Apollo deserve each other! You all deserve each other! Even my pretty boy rock star brother can go to hell for all I care! You can all laugh at me…” Kristoph had been pacing like a wild animal in a cage, so he didn’t notice when Klavier had approached his cell. He crossed his arms and a dark look that mirrored Kristoph’s crossed his handsome features. Miles regarded them both with a sidelong glance and gave the guards a nod that things were okay. They stepped away.
“So, is that what you really think of me? A pretty boy rock star? You’ve never had any real respect for me have you, Kristoph?”
“Oh, my brother, I have always held the utmost respect for you. I have to; you are family after all.” Kristoph’s expression softened and he gestured toward his brother. “Besides, you went to the same brilliant law school as I and Miles here, how could I not have respect for you?”
Klavier turned and nodded at Miles. “So you are Miles Edgeworth, ja? You were labeled Demon Prosecutor at one point in your career, Herr Edgeworth?” Miles nodded back. “Those were some very large shoes for me to fill after you left.”
“I-I’m not sure how proud I am of that label,” The silver haired prosecutor started to say, before Kristoph interrupted him.
“Wright turned you soft didn’t he, stripped you of the label when he defended you? The Miles I knew wouldn’t be standing here now. The Miles I loved would be getting the paperwork ready to get me out of this cage!!” He pounded his fist on the glass. “I should have poisoned you instead of Vera.”
“Kristoph!” Klavier stopped him before he started on another tirade. “I didn’t come here to yell at my brother, or trudge up old memories. I came here to get an explanation, but I see that is not going to happen anytime soon. Maybe Wright, or even Miles here can offer some insight on this…sudden turn of events, ja?” Miles raised an eyebrow and noticed that Klavier had the same bright ocean blue eyes that would get him in trouble with Kristoph.
“Well, I’m not sure how much insight I can offer…”
“FOOLS! There is no insight! Wright is a sniveling, pitiful excuse for an attorney! If he had any balls at all he would’ve figured everything out a long time ago. He was too busy playing daddy to that little…”
“Guards!!” Klavier interrupted him again as the guards entered the cell and violently grabbed Kristoph and chained him to his chair. He laughed his eerie laugh.
“I will find a way to ruin everyone’s lives in here!! I manged to poison poor little Vera didn’t I?!” Miles regarded the chained man with contempt as both him and Klavier were escorted out.