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Kristoph mentors Athena AU, where Kristoph defends Simon for UR-1, making it so he never goes to jail. However, that makes it so Athena ends up working with Kristoph, thus suffering the consequences from AJ:AA in an entirely different way. This animatic takes place post 4-1, pre 4-4.

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erm so this is a writing for an au @wyrmswears and I made =^-^= ermm so basically. kristoph defends Simon for ur-1 and he doesn’t go to jail and kristoph mentors athena. this takes place post 4-1, pre 4-4.

the corridor of the prison is familiar at this point. smooth grey concrete, off white floors, dingy bulbs from the ceiling with opaque lampshades, illuminating spotlights in the hall rather then every crevice.

perhaps it’s more accurate that way, Athena thinks. spotlights every few feet, usually parallel to a set of bars built into the wall. whenever she walks under one she feels like there are hundreds of eyes on her, watching her walk out hunched and nervous, holding a stack of papers so tight to her chest the edges are digging into her fingers and giving her papercuts.

very few of the cells in this corridor are occupied, as is standerd the closer they are to the solitary cells. the ones that are are the ones she walks a little faster past, with her ears ringing from nerves so much she can’t even hear whatever it is they tell whenever someone walks by.

She reaches the end of the corridor that leads into the detention center, and goes through the normal checks that happen when one enters and exits a prison.

she keeps her chin tucked against her chest and tries to make herself even smaller then she already is while walking to the door. once she reaches the exit, she can breathe.

but instead of a door, she crashes face first into someone else, both being thrown back. Athena lands on her hands and knees from trying to twist away from whatever foreign contact that was while falling, facing away from them.

the reports, she thinks. they have scattered all over the ground, and she can already see a few of them that she landed on have had dirt from the floors transferred onto them. Kristoph will be upset that they are dirty. he won’t take it out on her, of course. but she knows it upsets him by the spike of discord in his heart and the way he purses his lips when he sees something dirty.

Athena tried to gather them as quickly as possible, both in a fleeting attempt to keep them from getting dirtier and to prevent anyone from seeing what it is she is carrying. almost as if on cue, she sees the person she presumably bumped into reach out and pick up the paper that flew out to the right, and had landed somewhere near their foot.

Oh god. Athena thinks. The profile on the new detective. kristoph requested it after the former detective who worked with him was arrested. he said he needed allies outside in order to expose the real truth, and that included in the police department.

the hand now holding the detectives profile leads up to a body and a face that sends Athena’s heart from skipping to not beating at all. the hair is almost identical, and his eyes and nose are the same. But his skin is a little more tanned, and his clothes are far too… rebellious for kristophs tastes.

Her mind reels itself back in as she realizes, no, kristoph did not miraculously break out of his cell to see her fall and drop the documents he stressed are to be kept an utmost secret all over the detention center floor. Instead she is faced with his younger brother.

“Fraulein.. cykes, was it? What are you doing running out of the prison block like a madman?” His tone is neutral, and unaccusatory in nature, but she picks up the spike of emotions from him and sees the same pinched face kristoph made when he was trying to hold back his frustration.

Athena jumps up from the floor too quickly, making herself dizzy in the process. She has collected all the papers but the one the other Gavin is holding, which he is subtly trying to read while also trying to not make it obvious.

She stumbles over her words so much nothing coherent comes out, just mumbled apologies for bumping into him and dancing around the question he asked. She reaches out for the paper in his hand, and sees her hand is shaking.

“Is this.. a psychological profile? Why are you carrying this in and out of a facility like this?” Suspicion creeps into his voice, but now his face shows concern, and his heart is steadily filling with a combination of fear and dread.

Athena tries to stutter out an excuse, “I.. im just holding these for someone- I need to get going, im ah, assisting simon with gathering some things” her voice shakes so much any chance she had a being convincing has disappeared out of thin air, and as she tries to stumble past him.

Klavier Gavin stops her, putting a hand on her shoulder and while not forceful, prevents her from going past him. “Fraulein. Why are you carrying a stack of psychological reports out from the hall that leads to my brother cell?” She can’t see his face anymore. His heart is full of so many emotions that in the state she’s in she can’t parse them out.

Her mind is flooding with panic and fear and so many emotions that it drowns out the small part of her brain still fighting to come up with some excuse that instead tears just start pouring out of her eyes.

she tries to stutter out something, anything, but instead just sobs, and once again drops the papers to instead cover her mouth and start desperately trying to scrub the tears out her eyes.

it’s ineffective, and only serves to make it harder for her to breath through the hiccuping and the snot that’s starting to dribble out her nose. klavier has shifted from standing beside her to in front of her, and from what she can see through blurry eyes has an incredibly distrssed look on his face, any distrust he was harboring abandoned.

Athena continues to just stand in front of him crying, wiping snot and tears from her face only for more to appear. She recognizes a German swear being said by klavier before being given a very, awkward Pat on the back, that leads into an even more awkward hug.

She accepts it and begins to cry into the man’s shirt rather then her own sleeves, and is guided out of the detention center and eventually into a car, only realizing when her newly acquired tissue gently pushes her into a seat before going around the car and sliding into the drivers side.

The car doors are closed and Athena only briefly looks around before being offered a tissue box and instead refocuses on crying. by the time she has finished there is a sizable amount of tissues on the floor board of the passenger seat, and she is still sniffling, and undoubtedly looking worse for wear.

Athena looks back up, remember she is in the presence of someone who just bumped into her and then watched her have a breakdown. He sits there a bit awkwardly, but looking at her with a concerned, if not pitiful look. “Are you alright, fraulein cykes?”

She tries to open her mouth, but fails to find the energy to do that, much less speak. instead, she just sniffle and rests her head on her knees while rubbing at her eyes.

“Ah, It’s fine if you don’t want to talk. although, you don’t look alright. Is there somewhere I can take you? Home, perhaps?”

Her hands grip into her sleeves as she considers her options. Home? She can’t go there. Not in this state. Simon would want to know why she was in this state, and she can’t explain that to him. She shakes her head no, chin bumping against her knees.

klavier is turned away, obviously thinking. “the prison parking lot isn’t exactly the best place to calm down at, speaking from experience..” he trails off thinking. “Uh, I could take you to my apartment, if you are ok with that? I have a dog. Those usually help people calm down, ja?”

“Why? Why are you trying to help me?” Athena asks, throat rough from the crying. “your heart is screaming, and you obviously don’t trust me, much less know me, so why?”

“Mein bruder.. you have known him for years, ja? I’m simply.. extending a courtesy.” He says, trying to sound cheery but instead of just comes out sad.

Athena tears up again, and in an attempt to stop herself from crying once more, averts her gaze to look around the car. she sees the profiles she dropped, stacked on the enter console, crumbled and dirty.

why am I even doing this? why… why can’t I let go? Athena buried her head in her knees again, while klavier struggled to get a seatbelt around her. “I just want to get away from here” she mumbled, trying to make herself smaller in the car.

the engine started up and the car shifted into driver, and Athena leaned her body against the door in an attempt to stabilize herself, with her cheek pressed against the cold window. in the faint reflection she could make out puffy eyes and red and splotchy cheeks.

What.. even is happening? Is he going to arrest me? Interroge me? Put me in jail right next to his brother? Her thoughts spiraled throughout the car trip, and by the time they stopped and she was climbing out of the car her hands were shaking again.

Athena followed klavier up the stairs, and stood behind him while he unlocked the door, hugging her arms to her chest. “Make yourself at home, ja? The couch is more comfortable then it looks” he gestured over to the living room to the left of the door, and went somewhere else into the apartment.

She sat in the arm of the couch, folding into herself as if she could blend in with the couch as some kind of sad decorative pillow. Klavier walked back in, carrying a glass of water and placing it on the coffee table in front of her, not bothering with a coaster.

that’s going to leave a ring on the table. Athena tried to let her mind wander away from the fact that she was sitting in a near strangers living room and instead on the fact that he didn’t keep coasters to set drinks on. kristoph would tell him that he’s going to ruin the wood like that.

“You’re going to ruin the table like that” Athena echoed her thoughts, all while keeping her eyes on the glass of water. she could hear the couch creak and saw him sitting down on the other end in her peripherals.

“you sound a bit like him” klavier said, voice once again neutral. her eyes snap over to him from the glass and see his eyes downcast and lips pursed.

She bit her lip, trying to find something to say. “I’m sorry” is all that came out, breaking eye contact to turn back to the glass. “i. i dont know why I was there. why im doing this.”

“I… are you ok, fraulein? you are shaking like a leaf.” klavier sounded concerned again. Hand hovering like he wanted to comfort her but also was unsure if he should. Athena just continued to stare at the glass, watching water drip down the side and gather at the base.

“he asked me to help him- to help find.. the real truth. he said that he was framed, that he was innocent. that it was wright he killed the server, but he could prove it from jail.” Words started pouring out of her mouth, and she couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

“I wanted to believe it wasn’t him. he- he saved my uncle. he is- was- one of the good lawyers. who sought the truth.” She could feel her nails digging into her exposed knees, leaving sharp marks in their wake. “deep down I know it’s not true. but I just. i cant.”

klavier sat wordlessly, watching while she talked. “He saved Simon. He can’t be bad- I’ve. Ive known him for 6 years. How can you know someone for 6 years and not know they are a murderer?”

“when he asked me to make a profile, I was too scared to say no. i don’t know why I keep bringing them.” Tears started falling down her face again, choking on her words. “I don’t know why im doing anything at all anymore”

she got too choked up to continue, just burying her face back in her knees. she sobbed into herself, while klavier sat silent in shock.

he was frozen in place, conflicted on how to comfort the crying teenager. before he could move, he heard nails click against the hardwood floors and saw vongole trot into the living room, sliding between the couch and coffee table and pressing her nose into Athena’s hand while her tail thumped against klaviers legs

Athena looked up at the sudden touch, and saw a vaguely familiar dog trying to nudge her hand off of her leg and onto his head. she complied, sliding both her hands down his head and scratching her under her chin.

Vongole jumped onto the couch, and Athena slowly unfolded her legs from her chest and let vongole scoot onto her, her tail now wagging aggressively and hitting klavier in the face while he sat silent in shock.

vongole tried to scoot even closer onto her, licking her cheek, and she let out a quiet giggle. “She was Kristoph’s. The dog, I mean. Her name is vongole” klavier managed to say between her tail swiping back and forth across his nose.

Athena slowed, but did not stop petting vongole, but clearly listening to him. “She never really liked him I think, he never let her on the furniture. Made her sleep in a crate. She seems to like you though” klavier continued.

Athena visibly swallowed, and scratched behind vongoles ears. “Yeah. I think she does” her voice was cracking and quiet, but no longer desperate and scared. Klavier gave a quiet smile, while athena buried her face in vongoles fur.

She was still shaking and hunched over, but no longer guarded, vongole successfully knocking down her walls. Klavier looked away and sighed, staring at a blank wall. Kristoph never makes things easy, huh?