Sorry guys but it's another Luke fic! I love the kid! Inspired by the fic where Luke is an Opium addict and Delta Goodrem's 'Fragile'. Anyways, I better get on with this thing! P.S Luke is legal in this fic. He's 17!
WARNING! LaytonxLuke (Legal)
Fragile
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
Layton looked at the teen who was slowly becoming a young man. This was one of the sadder occasions that he had him in his office though. For Luke it had all started with his friends. He had come to like a boy named Nathan Destrey. He had black hair which swept over his left eye. Luke trusted his best friend so naturally when he had given Luke some liquid in a glass bottle and told him to try it, he did so. The feeling that came over Luke was one of utter contentment. He stumbled and tripped but the drug made the fall painless. He stood up and giggled feeling a rush go through his body. He thanked his friend and took a detour home. He went by the park. Everything looked pretty, the colours more vibrant than usual. In his zoned out state, Luke noticed it was getting dark.
By the time he got the front door, he was about to put his keys in when it swung open. There in the threshold was the Professor. He looked worried.
"Luke, where have you been?" He asked. Luke just grinned.
"I'm sorry Professor but I was with my friends," He said. Technically it was true. He just wasn't doing innocent things with them. Luke walked past the Professor and went to his room. The Professor looked even more shocked. Luke went upstairs to his room and closed his door. He withdrew the small bottle from his small bag he had had since he first started being the Professors apprentice. He let out a laugh. He had managed to trick the Professor! He hugged his bottle and put it in his bedside drawer. He withdrew his sketchbook and started to draw. Several hours later at about midnight, Luke heard the Professor climbing the stairs. Layton could see the light from under Luke's door. He knocked and heard a vague 'Come in' from the other side. He was met by a Luke sprawled out on his bed with drawings around him. Luke looked tiredly at the Professor a small grin gracing his features.
"I didn't even know that I could draw this well!" Luke exclaimed shoving handfuls of drawings into the Professors arms. The Professor looked in awe at the grace and beauty of each one. They all had the same theme. It was of heaven and hell. Luke had drawn them both with extreme accuracy. Heaven consisted of angels and blurred shapes. Hell was the worst though. The explicit detail was too much for the Professor. He frowned. Luke saw the expression and his face dropped.
"Oh, you don't like them," before the Professor could say anything Luke had snatched them out of his hands and tore them up.
"I'll start again then," he said quietly and retrieved more paper from his bedside table. The bottled rolled around innocently in the drawer as Luke withdrew more paper. There were tears glistening in his eyes as he scrawled roughly on the paper. Layton was captivated by the bottle. He grabbed it whilst Luke was preoccupied with his drawing. Luke barely noticed after an hour when the Professor had left the room. Luke yelled triumphantly when he had finished. It was a drawing of him and Layton together in a park after they had solved a mystery. I was before Flora had come and gone in their lives. (Now married with a child along the way). He looked up with a smile which disappeared when he realised the Professor had left. Tears stung his eyes again. He reached into his bedside table to get another shot of the drug when he realised it wasn't there. He panicked. How long had he been drawing. He looked at his pocket watch. He gulped. His breathing was shorting out and he felt dizzy. He whimpered as he collapsed onto the floor.