I don't own anything! Except for Alex. Yes, I use that and Arc as all character names. You know you all want to do that. Might be cussing found offensive, Klaus says some… adultish…. stuff. He's twenty-three, for God's sake! Any questions about how I set this up, don't hesitate to ask! It's all confusing and selfish.
The famous Professor Hershel Layton is a charming, puzzle and tea-loving professor of archaeology at Gresheller University. He lives with Luke Triton, his self-proclaimed apprentice, Flora Reinhold, his adopted daughter…..
And Klaus, the rude, arrogant, snide, angry, impulsive, twenty-three year old who lives with Hershel instead of spending years at prison. Three cut off of prison for two and a half with the professor.
Take me back to prison- now! Klaus often thought this. He just couldn't stand the professor's perfect attitude with Luke's young ways and Flora being Flora.
He hated Layton.
He hated London.
He hated the world.
Klaus pulled the hat over his ears and groaned silently. "I don't understand professah….." Luke's squeaky, whiny voice would drive him insane. And Flora, the spoiled little mouse….
"Klaus- could you please go out and fetch the-"
"Layton, I'm here as an alternative to prison. Not to be your servant." Fetching the paper wasn't much. Klaus honestly didn't care. He just had to show Layton how much he hated him. And an opportunity to get away from him and the kids would be spectacular.
Klaus pulled his chair out from under the table, pushed his cereal bowl forward, and stomped toward the door. He really had to stop being such a child. He needed to grow, up, to forget, to forgive…
Forget that. He smirked.
Klaus opened the door, about to slam it into the face of a young girl, picking up the paper.
"Hey!" he snarled. But, he stopped his angry burst. A girl took the paper… sorry, professor; you'll have to hear the latest gossip from your students. He smirked. That would be wonderful. "Never mind. Keep it."
He slammed the door in the face of the astonished girl. I was going to give it to him… the man needed some kindness. She hadn't heard the end of Klaus and Don Paolo from her father.
Klaus walked back into the dining area, a cruel smile on his face."A girl took the paper… sorry, professor; you'll have to hear the latest gossip from your students," he smirked.
Luke and Flora looked at him blankly, but a hint of anger, regret, hate was visible in Luke's eyes. The boy loved Layton. He hated to see anyone speak to him rudely or with any sign of dislike. Chelmey, for instance. Klaus had never heard the end of that inspector.
Layton just nodded, managing to keep a calm demeanor. "Very well then. I shall do that."
Luke laughed out loud at the face Klaus made as he slunk to his room, shared with Luke. Flora turned back to her cereal bowl to hide a smile.
He went up to close the window, but he saw the face of that same girl, the one who took the paper. She smiled shyly and held up the paper. Klaus ran out the room, and to the door.
"Klaus, where are you-"
"I need some fresh air, professor!" He forgot to sound hateful. He was in too much of a hurry to see who this young girl was.
Klaus slammed the door and left behind three astonished faces. "I'll wash the dishes," Flora volunteered, breaking the silence. She stood up hurriedly and scooped the bowls.
The kitchen had a view of the streets.
Klaus ran out of the house and around where he saw the girl. "Why do you keep showing up here?" he shouted. "First you take the paper, and then you show up at my bedroom window! What, did you want to see me changing!"
The girl stared at him, blushing. "No, I wouldn't want to see someone as ugly and rude as you changing," the girl said calmly. Her father would be blowing up with rage right now. No wonder some people thought they weren't related.
"Answer my first question. That was the important one," he snarled. Klaus began walking towards her. There were too many annoying kids in his life already. He needed to get rid of this one.
"Well, I've been here many times before. You've just never seen me," she replied shakily. "And, trust me, you won't see me again." She turned around and sprinted away, toward the main part of the city.
Klaus shuffled back into the house, angry and confused. A disappointed Flora sighed from in the kitchen. She hadn't gotten to see the real reason Klaus went outside. He never got fresh air, just sat in the room he and Luke shared, sulking. Klaus being outdoors had to happen for a real reason.
Klaus shuffled back to his and Luke's room. Everyone stared back at him. He could really be a real child sometimes.
Layton turned around and faced Luke. "Luke my boy, this reminds me of a very clever puzzle! Two boys went outside…"
It was like Layton didn't care about Klaus. He did. He and Claire risked their lives to save him from his malfunctioning creation. He regretted so many things the boy had done. And it was just that sometimes he acted like a much younger person. Klaus didn't have much to hate Layton for. He was just trying to keep him safe…
Klaus fell onto his bed and picked up the pieces of scrap metal, gears, and wires. Couldn't let anyone see this. Had to keep it safe.
Frankly, Klaus didn't know what he was making. It was just great to be around gears and metal. Like when he made the huge device to destroy London. Maybe this would be an extremely small version, to crawl under the professor's hat. He chuckled at the thought.
Klaus quickly hid the contraption and picked up his book, pretending to read as Flora walked in. "What do you want?"'
Flora walked sheepishly into the room. It looked different on the two halves. Luke's part was neat, while the part Klaus slept in had an unmade bed, open drawers, and clothes strewn about the room.
"Well, um, I know you didn't really want to get fresh air outside…. And I wanted to know what you saw outside…" she whispered.
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Well, it doesn't really matter because I'll never see her-"
Flora gasped. Klaus groaned. She had gotten the wrong idea…
The girl ran out of the room to go tell Layton and Luke supposedly why he went outside.
Klaus's screaming curse word were muffled by the pillow.