Rivals

[madimpossibledreamer]

Taking this moment to think about how good a choice it was not to have them all serve as stand-ins.  Judai Apollo isn't.  Where GX-protag is oblivious, Apollo's observant.  Where Yuki's nearly unfailingly cheerful, Apollo's nearly unfailingly dour.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Ace Attorney/YuGiOh crossover universe.  Or something.  (Duel Destinies!)
Summary: Apollo runs into Klavier.
Word Count: 450
Rating: Gen
Apollo Case I spoiler (of perpetrator)

“Herr Forehead!”
              Apollo can’t help the squeak.  He accidentally hits his head on the locker door above his, and ends up rubbing his head as he glares at Klavier.
              “Ach, jumpy, are we?”  If he didn’t know better, the stupid German duelist-slash-rock star was flirting.  A hand fluffs his hair, which only increases the strength of the glare.  The hand is withdrawn quickly, stuffed casually into a pocket, and the bracelet twinges.  If he didn’t know better, he’d think the super sure snob was, suddenly, unsure, even worried.  And it’s his fault.  “Are you all right?”
              It’s meant to be subtle, but right now, Klavier is anything but.  Apollo sighs and starts slamming books into his locker.  Out of the two Gavins, he would rather run into Klavier at this moment, but on the whole the less he has to deal with the situation the better.  Apollo’s generally horrible at lying, and he doesn’t want to test his luck now.  He already has too much going on, what with innocents getting hurt, and his pseudo-mentor being an evil mastermind bent on whatever evil schemes.  He doesn’t need Klavier developing a crush, or even just this friendly-flirting.  No matter that he’d said out of the two, he’d trust the ‘fop’ (which had earned a non-committal ‘hum’ out of Wright).  He’d dueled Klavier, and judging by the game, the younger Gavin had a heart that cared about a good, honorable duel.  His rival wouldn’t be involved in Shadow Duel stuff, not knowingly anyway.
              He’d always been good at reading people; thought that was just a knack.  Then Wright comes along and says that no, it’s a power, and by the way, destiny might exist.  And he finds himself questioning himself again, just like anything he’s known.  What are the limits of his power?  How far does it go?  Does wishful thinking influence what he thinks he sees?
              “I said, are you all right?”  The voice sounds somewhat frantic, and he blinks to realize that a tanned face is much closer to his than it should be.
              “I’m fine!” he insists, the angry grit of the teeth suggesting it’s a lie.  Then he realizes that it would make a perfect explanation for why he’s acting so strange.  They’re not close, but Klavier noticing something wrong is the last thing he needs.  “Though you’re not going to stop until I agree to go to the nurse’s, are you?”
              That grin should probably be made illegal, honestly.  “Nein.  Your forehead is good as it is.  We don’t want any lumps marring it.”
              He rolls his eyes.  “I’d remind you I’m not one of your Frauleins again, but it seems that you’re hopeless.  Fine.  I’m going.”