Tutoring

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Title: Tutoring
Fandom: apurgatorium, Gundam 00, Ace Attorney
Pairing: Hallelujah/Klavier
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for one of the Purg ficmemes. ilu, Kaji.



"You're doing it wrong."

Hallelujah rolled his eyes after seeing the latest shot fired from Klavier's gone miss the target by a good foot, having a faint wondering if the prosecutor needed glasses or if he just sucked that badly. The man in question looked to be getting more and more frustrated with every missed shot, clearly not used to not being an expert at something.

"Ach, I'm doing exactly what you wanted me to do!" Klavier complained as he lowered his arms. "Exactly how you said! What more am I supposed to do?"

The Meister pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning against, lazily strolling over. "Not suck, that's what. Aren't you supposed to have worked with the police or whatever?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a prosecutor! We work with the police department, but that doesn't mean I know how to shoot a gun! Cops shoot guns. Not a prosecutor by day, rock star by night," Klavier pointed out, feeling the need to (as always) bring up both his jobs.

It wasn't a good enough excuse for Hallelujah, who sighed as he walked behind him. "You flinched. A bird flew by, you got distracted, that's what the hell happened. It's called focusing. Learn it. And you're still holding the damn thing wrong..."

Before Klavier could protest, Hallelujah's arms were wrapped around him, hands moving to take his own and positioning them correctly on the gun. One hand was left there, gripping lightly, making sure Klavier's weren't going to move.

"There. Now. Try again."

Klavier took several moments to aim, sure he was going to hit the target this time, pulled the trigger—

And yelped as he felt a hand grab at his crotch, his own hand jerking and the shot going completely wild, recoil pressing himself against the man behind him.

"What the hell, Hallelujah?!" he all but squeaked. "What do you think you're doing?!"

He could almost feel the grin against the back of his neck. "Training you. You need to focus! Ignore distractions." He gave Klavier a squeeze, emitting a half-groan, half-squeak from the older man.

"This isn't the way to—" he complained, but ultimately decided it was a losing battle. It always was with Hallelujah. So for now, all he could do was try to aim and shoot again, ignore the hand that was rubbing on him, focusfocusfocusfocusfocus

Somehow, in a stroke of luck, the next shot hit the target. Klavier let out a whoop, by now excited and--excited enough to almost insist on a 'reward', but Hallelujah had pulled away and was already walking off.

"Hey, where are you going?!" he yelled after him, his face red. Hallelujah waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around.

"Lesson for the day's complete. Be happy, you passed!"

Klavier watched as the man turned a corner and out of sight, wondering if maybe he should get another tutor in this.

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