Lawful Evil

　　It’s late - not too late to be out, but the sun has set and night is nearly upon them. While many students are heading back to their cabins, or at least inside to escape the mosquitoes, Klavier stretches out along the beach and strums an upbeat tune on his favorite acoustic guitar. The trial went well, all things considered, so why not celebrate?

　　He knows why not, of course. Only an hour ago he found a severed arm beneath his bed, nestled between the wall and a small stack of sheet music he rescued from the Rocketpunch Market before it burned. It was shocking at the time, but it only makes sense in retrospect. It’s clear that his roommate dislikes him and she has—had, rather—as much access to the room as he does. Beyond the initial shock of touching a decaying limb, it really shouldn’t surprise him at all.

　　What does surprise him is a soft but authoritative voice addressing him from behind. What he says doesn’t matter nearly as much as who says it.

　　"Kristoph?"

　　He is, perhaps, one of the last people Klavier expected to see. This is supposed to be a school, after all - and a high school at that. Kristoph has long since graduating, meaning… what?

Running into a familiar face had not crossed his mind or, rather, it was not something he had wished for. He was a disgrace to his profession and his name according to those weak minded enough to fall for Wright’s words. In fact, it would have served the ex-attorney better to not see anyone ever again. Yet those clothes and that hair stood in front of him and he knew.

This was not the Klavier who had allowed himself to fall for Phoenix’s plows. No, he was a Klavier of younger years. Through his scowl he called to him. Once he turned around the older brother plastered his typical superficial smile.

"I was beginning to think proper decorum and personal style didn’t exist on this sad, third rate little island. For once, I’m almost pleased to be proven wrong — which happens very rarely. Naturally." He extends a hand to shake.

Upupu! Welcome to Hope’s Peak, bastard! You’ll be roomed in dorm #176 with Maka Albarn and Ema Skye! Have fun and enjoy your new life! It’s all you’ll be living!

Kristoph Gavin: The Coolest Defense in the West

Oh, how could anyone not want to rip it all apart? Oh, how could anyone not love your cold, black heart?