Professor Layton & the Mystical Bond
Disclaimer: "As per fanfic regulations there is no profit besides pure utter giddiness from writing this, no value what-so-ever besides the ungodly amounts of time each of us puts into our works, nothing to show for it since no one reviews almost anymore, and absolutely no sanity for why else would I writing this pairing(-theme-)?"
Mid plot Summary- Luke realized with a start that something was more than wrong when he noticed his Mentor's absence, he then noticed what could only be described as a knife plunging into his own heart. Yet, there was nothing there, then why did he get the feeling that it was his mentor's pain that he was feeling?
Plan/Warnings- you'll see. Looks to be very sad, or angsty. May turn into Shouta, well... quite possibly. LaytonxLuke bonding. May contain lots of OOC-ness. Also possible, severly warped humor is standard proceedure. No smut planned... so very unlikely. Layton, as much as we love him, is going to suffer sadly... (Your author blames the Fanfic Cold for this.) Luke should be mostly fine save for awkward situtations for the rest of the fic past the beginning.
Shouta- if you don't know what this means you should not be reading this. It is the precurser (in age of characters) to Shonen Ai, or Yaoi. Or Slash. Example Pre-experiment Cloud Strife (15) x Sephiroth (25) is Shouta. Luke's age will not be altered.
Layton frowned as he approached what appeared to be the exit to the long dark tunnel. Luke was tailing shortly behind and he could feel the young man's unease at the place they were crossing through. The man that blocked our path ahead was not whom he had expected, it wasn't Don Paolo, and it certainly wasn't Clive. The man before us, a broad heavyset man with a fierce expression, looked uncannily like Luke's father, yet it was not. Layton had known Clark Triton for several years, yet he did not know of any relations he had besides his young son.
The man upon closer inspection was just a goon, but Layton couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. He solved his puzzle easily, he didn't however notice the man who took Luke until it was too late. His young apprentice struggled loudly, getting the Professor's attention as the other goon ran for cover. Layton let out a cry as something hit him hard enough to crack ribs, he dropped to his knees avoiding the next blow. Luke's scream echoed in his ears and the professor forced himself to his feet moving as quickly as his body would allow.
"How dare you desecrate this holy place, the likes of you has no right to be here!" the goon holding Luke cried. His apprentice kicked and clawed at hiss his captor cut off his air supply. Layton could do nothing but watch in horror. The goon's hold was just enough that it could snap Luke's neck if any more pressure was applied. He could do nothing to pressure the man, perhaps a puzzle or riddle would get the man's attention long enough for him to free Luke.
"Would you like to hear a riddle?" Layton started tentatively, "In a summer's day a woman crosses a man's path, she comments on how warm the weather is, then she continues on her journey. During a curious autumn he crosses paths with her again, she comments on how crisp the weather is. The following winter he sees her again, this time however she does not comment on the weather. Why is this?" The goon thinks about it, the professor inches forwards slowly trying not to frighten the goon. Luke slumps, the goon loosens his grip enough that his unconscious captive can breathe.
"I know not, but you must leave. The master does not want any interruptions during his ritual," the goon answered, "take your leave of us, and take the mettlesome boy with you as well." The goon dropped Luke to the ground and disappeared from sight. Layton had every intention of following the goon's advice, only he did not know the way out.
'Luke…' Layton felt for a pulse. Luke was alive, there was no way in his present condition that Layton could carry the boy. His ribs ached something terrible, but he had managed to drown the pain with concern for now. He thought back about how they had fallen in, there had to be an exit, and hopefully one that didn't require deep breaths that would aggravate his already pained ribs.
He glanced around from where he sat cradling Luke's head, almost hoping for a goon to run past. Luck was not on Layton's side this time, as the goon had warned, his master did not like interruptions. As fate would have it Layton stopped the ritual master, which of course meant the man would become violent and hostile towards the Professor and his unconscious apprentice. Rendered barely conscious by some above all nasty strikes Layton was roused by the painful gasps coming from across the room where Luke lay defenseless.
Deciding that no matter what happened to him he had to protect Luke, Layton threw his battered body over his apprentice. Luke was spared from most of the blows, but one particularly vicious blow hit above his ribs knocking the battered side into Luke's skull. Layton bit his lip to suppress the agonizing cry that would have otherwise escaped.
"Foolish trespassers," the master growled, "drop them outside the grounds to be found. I don't need any more interruptions. Make sure they don't find their way back in either, the mistresses' bonding ceremony will have failed without my help." Layton was barely conscious throughout their discussion, his mind fogged over with pain that he was certain would sap what strength of his that remained.
"Yes master," the devoted goons answered. Layton wrapped himself as tightly as he could around Luke's unconscious form. The goons could not pry the two apart, so they simply decided on throwing the two as a singular object … Well as least once they had gotten them out of the cavern system. Layton only remembered one thing after that, a sudden traumatic impact with the ground.
It was black magic ritual master or someone calling the dear professor a perverted queer. Which he is not, he just deeply cares for his apprentice. This will not be a death fic. –CrimsonChoucho