Yes, Divo is a word, everyone. It's an Italian word literally meaning "male diva", or "hustler." but Teddie and I didn't want to put Professor Layton and the Eternal Hustler because, well, this isn't a crackfic. Anyway, enjoy!

~TeddieWuv & Atroquinine Star

P.S.: The titles of the chapters will be character names. Reason being, that will be the character from which you're hearing. For example, this chapter, chapter one, is titled Lucy because it's from her point of view. Enjoy!

Professor Layton and the Eternal Divo

Chapter 1 - Lucy: Reminiscence

"Lucy." Professor Layton says to me, flicking on a lantern she'd brought with her, while I brought myself a flashlight. "I think I've finally gotten to the bottom of this mystery." I look at her for a moment, puzzled. "I can't see a solution, Professor-!" She shines the light toward me, and I have to shield my eyes. "-Ah, now I can't... see at all..." She chuckles.

"Our villain escaped through this room." Once again, she receives from me a puzzled look. I turn on my little flashlight and drag the beam of light around the room. "But... there's no way out of here!" And once again, I receive a chuckle in response. "Remember, this case began with the impossible." She kneels down to pick up a tile off the floor; a sun-shaped one, to be exact.

"The clue to this room was written-" She blew on the tile, shooing away any dust, "-at the tower entrance." Picking up the tile, she made her way to a green metal slab on the far wall, speaking as she did so. "'When the stars and planets align, you will see your way.'" She looks at me with a smile as she picks up the last of three tiles and places it in the mechanism on the was a star, then a sun, and now a moon-shaped piece.

"So, Professor..." I looked around. "... The answer is in the stars?" The older woman nods. "Yes... In a manner of speaking..." She turns to face me, and the shapes - it turns out they were gears - start to move in sync with each other. The wall panel - a door - starts to move back and push outward, then it opens. A ton of light floods in, and I have to take my little blue cap and shield my eyes with it. As soon as my eyes adjust, I jog outside, only to stop short, realizing where we are.

"W-Whoa, but this is...!" The Professor simply holds the brim of her hat as we look out onto London from where we are: at the top of Big Ben.

And so it was that Professor Layton had solved another mystery. One that had puzzled all of London.

"The only one who could have silenced that bell..." she said, and with a quick and graceful 180-degree-turn, she stuck her index finger at a poor old man and yelled, "... is you!"

The man put his hand to his chin and... peeled off his face? I gasped. It wasn't and old man at all! It was...

"! Ah! Don Paula!" I yelled. The old woman ran to the side of the bridge we were all standing on, and jumped off, her "umbrella" transforming into a helicopter-blade-type mechanism, propelling her off into the city.

"Lucy!" The Professor called, starting to run after the old woman. "Right!" I replied, following , she stopped in front of a young boy, clad in red. "Florence, you stay here." The two of us set off, and the last thing heard was "P-Professor!?" Soon after we were off, the sound of police sirens at our aid followed us suit.

~o~

Once again, the Professor made the front page of the London Times. But the Professor is not just a brilliant puzzle solver; she's also an eminent archaeologist.

Archaeologist, puzzle-solver, and true lady.

I'm Lucy, her apprentice. I handle the Professor's letters, requesting her to solve puzzles. I also make tea. Oh, and tidy up, because the Professor never has time. My special talent is that I can talk to animals. Well, sort of.

I've been the Professor's apprentice for a while now. I'm learning to solve puzzles like the Professor, in hopes that one day, I, too, will be a true lady.

"The one who holds the key to this mystery... Is you!" I pointed my finger at... nothing at all, really. I was practicing for when I really do that one day. I will be a true lady one day, after all! "Is you! Is you!" I repeated, turning each time. "Hm... Is... you!"

And there was the Professor. In an effort to look a little less embarassing, I looked around the room, stuttering, "Uhm... is you that I'll tidy up next..."

The Professor merely chuckled. She's very polite to everyone, no matter how much of a fool they may be. "Lucy," She said to me, pulling out a record and setting it on her player, "do you remember this song?"

A very soft, melodic tune started to play. As soon as I heard the voice, I knew what it was.

"Isn't that the..." I started to ask, "... the one Jason used to sing?" The Professor nodded. "Yes..." She handed me the sleeve from which she pulled the disc, and I saw a picture of a man's face; a man with slightly long, orange-colored hair. Jason Quatlane.

"I can't believe it's been three years since that case..."