× Prologue - -
+ + The Disappearances

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The boy tried to choke out words, but all he could manage was a strained, "P-professah!" before a gloved hand covered his mouth.

"Shh, please!"

One breath of the glove was enough to knock the boy out.

Once the figure noticed this, he moved to the room across the hall.

He did the same glove trick to the sleeping man, before pulling the tall man out and carefully shoving him into the sac.

He closed both bedroom doors and left the house immediately.

× Layton Household ;; 10:02 AM - -

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Flora awoke to birds chattering away outside her barely open window. She glanced at her bedside clock.

It was ten-o'two on a bright Saturday morning.

Now, usually she would be up by eight-thirty, nine at the latest. That would be if Luke or the Professor called up to her.

She was a very light sleeper, and the sound of their voices would wake her right up. Luke always knocked at her door and said her name, and if he forgot, the Professor would call her from the kitchen.

She heard neither of them yet it was ten-o'six.

She sat on the side of her bed, and put on her slippers before getting up. The brown-haired girl went into the hall and downstairs.

Neither Luke nor the Professor were there.

Flora checked the stove and around the kitchen; it looked like nothing had been touched since last night.

"Professor?" Flora called out.
When no one answered, she tried again "Luke?"

Again there was no response.

The girl walked back up the stairs and to Luke's bedroom.
She knocked politely like any lady would; or so says the professor.

"Luke? Are you there?"
After waiting a few minutes with no answer, she went across the hall to Layton's door.

Once more she knocked.
"Professor? Are you awake yet?"

No one replied, and Flora felt she had no choice but to go inside.

There was no one there and the bed was undone.

Okay... There's something weird going on here...

Going back to Luke's room she found that the boy wasn't there either.

"Did they leave me here again...?" Flora asked herself quietly.
They would have left a note if that happened... And their beds would be made...

She made her way back to her room and got dressed.

Flora had somewhere important to go.

× Scotland Yard ;; 10:30 AM - -

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"Chelmey, I told you, it's his day off! He doesn't have to work today!" The policeman tried reasoning with the Inspector, but to no avail.

"As long as I'm on duty, he will be too! And that's that!"

Young Constable Barton stood a little ways off from the pair, yet close enough to hear them. He sighed.
"I wish he didn't have to be so... over-protective..."

The front door was pushed open loudly enough to get their attention. A young girl stepped in and over to the officer, a brown trunk in one hand, a notebook in the other.

"Oh, B-Barton, right? May I speak to Mister Chelmey please?" Flora asked.

"Um, okay. He's right over there. Come on." The two made their way over to the inspector who had just ended his conversation.

"Mm? What's wrong, miss... ah, Flora, I believe? What's the matter?"
He asked, seeming to have calmed down.

"When I woke this morning, the Professor and Luke were gone! I looked all over the house, even in their bedrooms, but they were nowhere! If they had gone out on an adventure, the Professor would at least leave a note." She explained.
"Their beds weren't even made! That's unlike either of them as well. Also, on a normal weekend morning they'd call for me by at least nine. I awoke at ten. I believe they might have been kidnapped!"

"Kidnapped, eh? But 'ow would Layton get 'imself into that? Nobody hates him that much, right?"

"Well, I don't think so. But if anyone did, they'd most likely take me, or, slim chance, Luke. But never the Professor himself."
She set the trunk on the ground and held the notebook firmly to her chest.

"I'd like to help solve this mystery, if you don't mind."
Flora said confidently.

"Now,, we can't have a young girl like yourself-"

"Ah! I am the Professor's adopted daughter and his protege. I am fifteen years old. I shouldn't be told to stay home and do nothing all day!" She exclaimed.
"I will help on the investigation. That is final, okay?

Inspector Chelmey sighed.
"Fine."

Flora smiled sweetly.
I'll show the Professor that I can be just as helpful as Luke by solving the mystery of their kidnapping!

This... was longer on my iPod... -.-;;

Well, I'm going to try to keep this like a game novelization, so hopefully there won't be many authors notes. I'll probably be posting the chapters on my deviantArt account [same name: Ryoko-no-Kimi] as well, so if I have a note, I'll probably link to it.

Also, I have Flora's profile for this on my dA now too.
 ryoko-no-kimi. deviantart .com /art/ FFCC-Profile-001-Flora-303131707
Just delete the spaces.