Author's note: Hello, everybody! My name is Hikari R, and I am a very big fan of the Professor Layton series. This game has changed my life.

This fanfiction (or more like this chapter) contains spoilers for "Professor Layton and the Unwound Future" and "Professor Layton and the Azaran Legacies". Yes, I've played the last game (I forgot to tell you that I'm Japanese, so I played the games earlier than the US release date!), and it was AMAAAAZING! Well, here's the first chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Oh, one last thing!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION. THEY BELONG TO LEVEL-5.

Ch one

"I love the professor. He's so handsome, kind, and he protects me3! I'll give all my effort to be just like him when I grow up!" thought Flora. She was thinking of all the attributes of the professor when she heard a knock on the door.

"I'm coming!" said Luke, Professor Layton's (second) assistant.

"Who could that be?" said Professor Layton.

"I bet it's one of your students, professor!" said Luke. But no, instead, when he opened the door, Luke saw a man who looked just like himself; well, a little older, at least. That man was no other than...

"C...Clive?!" exclaimed Luke.

"Clive?" said Layton and Flora in unison. Flora looked up quickly to see Clive Dove, her crush, that was, before he tried to destroy London. When she saw him, Flora's golden apple dimly shined.

"Hello, Luke. It's been a while."

Clive was quickly welcomed in the Layton household. He sat down next to Flora without realizing it. They looked at each other, blushed, and quickly looked away.

Then, silence.

"What brings you here, Clive?" asked Layton, trying to break the awkward silence, but it was quite useless. They went through another five minutes waiting for Clive to say something. Finally, Clive said,

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" asked Luke.

"Well," said Clive hesitantly, "I'm sorry for lying to you that I was the Future Luke, for kidnapping Flora, for trying to destroy London and to conquer the city as well, and..."

Clive was deep in his thoughts thinking about how foolish he was; he thought about all of the innocent people that had to go through losing their homes, possibly even their loved ones. He felt so dirty and rotten because now they had to go through what he knew would be a time of confusion and depression. He hated being the cause of their sorrow.

"I... Goodness, what was I thinking...?!" whispered Clive, now covering his face in his hands in shame. Then, he felt two warm arms wrap around him.

"It's ok," Flora said, trying to comfort him, "You're not the only one that has done mad things, I'm sure."

"It's true," chuckled Layton, "There was Don Paolo, cousin Emmy, my brother Descole, even my father. They all went through troublesome times, my boy."

"You... Had a mad brother?" Clive was surprised. "How could a gentleman have a mad brother?" he thought.

"I will tell you when the time is right, Clive," Layton said, pouring in a cup of peppermint tea for everyone.

"So... Does this mean I'm... forgiven?" Clive felt shameful for asking such a question.

"Of course, Clive," said Flora, still wrapping his arms around him. "We've forgiven you long ago, now. We can't hold grudges from the past. You've moved on and changed; that's what matters."

"Th-Thank you," said Clive, still shocked that they had forgiven him so quickly. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"Well, for starters," said Luke with a sly smile on his face, "I guess you and Flora could ki-"

"DON'T. GET. STARTED," Flora interrupted as her face flushed red. This caused Clive to blush also, having a good idea of what Luke was going to say.

"I don't think we'll need aid, Clive," chuckled the professor. "How would you like to stay for lunch?"

"You would... do that for me?"

"Of course he would," Luke said. He was smiling outwardly, but in his heart, he was still quite cross with Clive.

"Oh, thank you so much, professor. I don't deserve such kindness!"

"Of course you don't," thought Luke.

During their lunch, they talked, laughed, and heard of everyone's past, with each shedding a tear or two. It was a joyous moment Clive hadn't had in a long time, ever since the instant death of his parents, to be precise.

After they all finished their wonderful meal, they said their farewells to Clive.

"W-Will you come back, Clive?" asked Flora, slightly blushing.

"Well, if the professor agrees, then I guess it would be my pleasure."

They arranged to "hang out" this coming Saturday. And with that, they parted.

"Is it just me," said Luke, "or do you think that Flora is in love with Clive, professor?"

Flora's eyes opened wide; how did he know?!

"Ooooooh, somebody is in LOOOVE!" teased Luke. "Clive and Flora sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-..."

"Luke! Shut it!" said a tomato red faced Flora.

"A gentleman should not break in a lady's private life, Luke," said the professor.

Meanwhile, Clive was still right on front of the door, eavesdropping to every word Luke and Flora said. Then suddenly, he heard a loud feminine voice:

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING BY THE PROFESSOR'S HOUSE?!"

Clive jumped at the sound of the voice and turned around to see a young lady on a motorbike. She was now running towards him to kick some butt, but Clive stood up quick enough that the lady couldn't get him (thankfully).

"C-Clive Dove, Ma'am! I-I was visiting the professor, Ma'am!"

"Oh. Also, why are you so red?"

"Why are you so curious?" shot back Clive, now with a tomato red face. "And who are YOU?"

"Oh, well I'm very sorry I hadn't introduced myself yet; Emmy Altava, the professor's first assistant before I had to leave for certain matters. You don't look familiar. Are you a student of his?"

"Well, no. I... Um... Just got out of... Scotland Yard... for..."

"Oh, no need to explain. Well, I'll be going inside, if you'll excuse me."

"Oh, yes. Good day, ma'am."

"Haha, good day to you too."