Hey guys! First PL fanfic ever! So please be nice! I love the PL games so I thought I may as well actually write a fic about it!

So, to put it basically: This is a kind of twist on the normal Evil!Layton idea. In this story, Layton may have lost his way but he's not trully evil, not at all...

Music of the chapter: PL3, Tension

Note: Luke is around sixteen/fifteen and is finally changing into an adult :3

Enjoy!

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"Oof!"

Was all Luke could say as he was pushed to floor then quickly picked back up.

"Unhand me you oaf! I said I was coming in quietly!" growled the annoyed teenage boy at the adult.

He didn't reply, Bostro knew better then to reply to anything Luke said. Talking to that boy managed to get him in more than one sticky situation with the master and by now, he had learnt his lesson. This is why he just held onto the boy as he pushed him through the castle into the living area.

As if on cue, Bostro forced Luke on his knees when he saw the man…the man who was standing in front of the fire place, staring at it as he sipped on his glass of red wine.

"As you said you 'were coming in quietly' I take it you got what you wanted from wherever it is you went, my boy?" the man said, still staring into the mirror.

With the sound of that voice, Luke quickly stood up, straightening his clothes out "Yes, I did…" he trailed off "You know, you could just let me go out and do my own thing rather than me 'escaping' all the time, Hershel."

Hershel Layton frowned as the boy said his name. It always sounded foreign to him whenever he said it. He did once question Luke about it, and his reply was simply "The way you've kept me so close recently, I think I have the right" And quite frankly, Layton supposed he did.

Layton, putting his wine on the mantel piece, turned around and faced Luke, who automatically looked him in the eye and he did the same back. Luke's face was that clearly now of a teenager, not a boy (not to mention his recent growth spurt, making him almost as tall as the professor.), it looked a lot more like Clive's only slightly younger and friendlier (the latter had nothing to do with his age)...not that Layton was fooled by that, he could clearly see that his eyes showed a cold determination to fend off whatever the once-professor threw his way.

"Do you think I am a fool? The only reason you come home at all is because you know you can't outrun all of my employees." Layton shot back Luke, who just gave a small smirk in response.

The reason behind the smirk was because Luke was trying his hardest not to let out a bitter laugh at the word 'home', this wasn't a home, this was prison and Hershel fully well damn knew that. Didn't stop Luke from leaving his prison when he wished though...

And he did so every day, each morning he would until his goons (While Layton called them employees, Luke called them goons) called him away from Luke for some reason or another, Luke would then find some way out of Hershel's castle, sneak around the streets of London and then when he had done as he pleased he would get 'caught' by Bostro. Although, for some reason still beyond Luke's understanding, recently Hershel had just been leaving him puzzles to solve which would lead him out of the castle...

"Oh, Bostro." Layton then called out to his goon, interrupting Luke's thoughts.

"Yeah boss?" Bostro grunted.

"Next time if you are not more careful handling Luke it will be more than a job you'll be losing," He said as he continued to look into Luke's eyes, whilst playing with his sword, making Bostro gulp.

Luke just shook his head disappointed and a little worried at that. Although he did not like Bostro, he, he didn't want to be the reason that Hershel hurt the man. Not to mention the fact it would appear that Hershel had managed to become so powerful that even men like Bostro fear him.

"You can leave us now." Layton commanded, one he was satisfied with the amount of fear coming off the giant man, not taking his eyes off of Luke for a second.

"R-Rite' boss." He stuttered as he left the room, quickly closing the door behind him.

"Buffoon." Layton mumbled under his breath, making Luke sigh.

Layton adjusted his monocle as he looked at Luke's attire. He was wearing the clothes that Layton had given him. These clothes were a pair of black suit trousers, a white button up shirt, a short red waist-coat and the professor's old red cap from back when he was a student. He had given Luke the cap to complete the look as a sign of affection. He wanted Luke to know that despite the fact that Luke was a huge threat against Layton's plans to save England, he still loved the boy like he was his own. And, Luke clearly understood this.

Of course, this didn't stop Luke from sending both Flora and his own parents away from London when he got the chance. Now, Layton would have been angry about him taking Flora away, he really would of however, as usual, Luke was right. This was no place for a girl like Flora...besides; she would only get in the way of things.

So, he let it slide. Like he did with a lot of things when it came Luke. He guessed that was why the boy didn't hate him, because he knew Layton still cared for him deeply...well that, and the fact that Layton hadn't killed anybody...yet.

Of course, that was all a part of his genius, no one died in the take over- all in all, he managed to do it pretty quickly, though it was a complete mystery to his appren- Luke, and he wanted to keep it that way.

"So, what are we having for dinner?" enquired Luke, he needed a pick-me-up right about now, he was having a depressive mood-swing again and looking straight at the ghost of someone so close to his heart defiantly wasn't helping.

Sensing the sadness in Luke's voice, he took off the monocle and his tune changed from that of a cold-hearted master mind to that of the kind Professor Layton "How does one of your favourite's sound- fish and chips?"

Layton loved that that peculiar tone of voice always brought a big grin to Luke's face, he knew there was a part of the boy which felt guilty for smiling but regardless, the boy smiled like he was child again. This just made Layton smile even more.

"Yeah...can I...can I go and get it?" Luke asked sheepishly.

"What?" Layton asked no sooner after the boy had asked, clearly a bit alarmed.

"I promise I won't try to run...I just...miss going to get them myself." Luke said quietly, as he looked down to the floor.

Hershel Layton suddenly...suddenly found himself smiling sadly at that. Luke had...he would almost always say that whenever he willing left the professor's side "Sorry! I have to go professor! Mummy, dad and I are going all the way to the other side of London for Fish and Chips!" he'd say, which always made Layton smile even though he was going to miss having the boy joint to the hip for a little while.

With that, he walked over to the boy, gently lifting up his hand and putting a twenty pound note in it "Of course, my boy." Layton just smiled.

Luke's face quickly lit up "Thank you! I'll be back!" he nodded to the professor as he quite literally zoomed out of the door.

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"Thank you, I'll be sure to come back again some time!" Luke waved as he left the shop.

He found himself smiling like a Chester cat as he waltz down the street with fish 'n' chips, but he wasn't smiling because of the food for once...

No, it was what he did, the man who had strayed so far from everything he believed in...had just trusted his prisoner to go out on his own and return again...

Maybe, just maybe, there is some of Professor Hershel Layton still in him.

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1. If demanded and/or get more inspiration, I will make an evil!Layton fic based on this and your OCs will be allowed to be characters in the story!

2. Although I never mentioned it, the only other different thing about Layton is that in this story his jumper is red instead of orange. So yeah, Layton with a red jumped, a belt for his sword and a monocle...that's my evil layton.

Review! :D