A/N: Oookay, so. Seeing as how I haven't posted ANYTHING whatsoever in a zillion years, you readers are free to dis me with absolutely no reviews, comments, etc. So so so so so unbelievably sorry! Here is my first ever Layton fanfic, enjoy!
P.S. The idea of the story I borrowed from zutaraXxporkeh. Thank you zutaraXxporkeh!
New Beginnings
(Okey dokey, so. Before we begin the story, I realized. We need CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS!! ((Today is just not my day, huh?)) So, I will briefly ((extensively)) describe the characters to you.)
DESCRIPTIONS:
Layton: For those of you who do not know anything about the professor Layton games, (shame on you.) here is some background info: He always wears his signature brown and orange top-hat, he is of medium height, and average build. But he is in absolutely simply average in personality, or lifestyle, for that matter. He normally teaches a class in archeology at Gressenheller University in London, England, but he also goes on fantastic adventures, as detailed in the (totally awesome!) Professor Layton DS games. He always wears his orange, long-sleeved shirt, his stand up collar brown coat, his long brown pants, and his very dark green shoes. His face is rather squarish in a rounded off sort of way, with black dot eyes, a rather small, snub nose, and a small, expressive mouth. He is a gentleman, and is always very soft-spoken, (he only shouts when need be), and is totally obsessed with puzzles and a loves a good cup of tea. (Although his apprentice, Luke Triton, hates the stuff.) Layton's first name is Hershel.
Luke: Luke is the Professor's (admittedly hyperactive) apprentice, who aspires to be just like Layton when he grows up. Luke has a special talent for communicating with animals, and is a big softie for small animals, (i.e. dogs, cats, hamsters, etc.) He is quite small for his age, (considering he is 13 years old), and always wears his white, button up shirt under his trademark, long-sleeved, v-necked blue sweater, with tan/beige shorts with brown suspenders attached. He is never seen (only on certain occasions) without his blue newsboy cap. His hair is brown.
Unfortunately, for all you Flora-fans, Flora will not be making an appearance in my story, even though it is set in the Diabolical Box. I thought that having at least eight female characters already in the game might make it a bit much, (because my OC is female also), so not many of the women in the game will be making appearances. Sorry about that!
Amethyst Meadows/Layton: (if the character has a slash next to their names, it means something, such as a status, will change, during the course of the story. It can also mean that the character will die or become ill with lasting consequences. I will be sure to explain which of these numerous options the slash shall represent in the character descriptions. In this case, Amethyst… well, you can tell by the fact that it says Meadows/Layton right?...Her status will be changing. *heh* *blush blush*) Amethyst is a girl who falls asleep one day during a very long train ride to her Aunt Violet's house. (She is an orphan.T_T) She is (like myself) hopelessly enamored with Professor Layton. She has long, thick, waist-length honey brown hair that cascades into loose, silky ringlets down her back and is shot through with gold and auburn streaks. She is very beautiful. Her face is a flawless, porcelain white. Except for her eyes, that is. She has eyes that are very light powder blue, and, curiously enough, if you look very, very, VERY closely, she seems to have got a ring of pure, bright white around each pupil. Furthermore, if you look even MORE carefully, there seem to be flecks of what looks like gold in each ring around the pupil. Her eyes are quite innocent and doe-like. When you ask her about this, she will proudly tell you her (in my opinion, somewhat farfetched) theory of how she is actually the daughter of a mystical, Irish faery queen and is trying to get back to her mother. She has a slight, rose petal pink blush in each cheek, a rather thin, high-cheek boned, face. Her lips are pale pink, and her teeth are very pearly white, straight, and of uniform size. She is also possessor of some very long, thick curling eyelashes. She has a very sweet, positive temperament, is very bright, and always quick to lend a helping hand, even to those she dislikes very much. Her voice is soft, with a somewhat musical lilt to it. She is Irish, and has lived there her whole life, up until her mother and father died in a tragic boating accident. She has, ever since, worn her mother's Celtic knot necklace, a simple, triangular, knot shaped, piece of flat silver, adorned with a modest sprinkling of amethysts. When she puts her hand to it, or fingers it, she feels a special connection to her mother and father, and she lets them know she is doing okay. She is named Amethyst because of her adoration of the color purple, and amethysts. (of course.)
On with the story!
Chapter 1: Waking up in… England?!
Amethyst had had a very tiring day. First, there was the funeral. She silently trembled with silent sobs as her parents' caskets were buried next to each other. She could not help sobbing loudly when it was time for her to throw the first handful of earth onto each of the caskets. Then, there were the fussy, clucky ladies, who encircled her in scents of lilac, jasmine, gardenia, clover, and the like. They patted her head, trumpeted into their handkerchiefs, and told her to "be a darlin', and don' you worry 'bout nothin'." (Sorry if I have offended anyone Irish with this dialect. If so, you are free to leave me a very angry comment, review, etc. Again, sorry if I have offended anyone Irish.) Finally, the time came for her to climb into bed, and on to blessed sleep. As she drifted further and further into the realm of Pan, she heard herself whisper, "Oh, I do so wish the Professor were here!" and with that, she fell fast asleep.
She woke to the unfamiliar sound of a train going over train tracks. The soft, rhythmic clickety clack, clickety clack was completely alien to her. Curious, she cracked open her eyes, stood up, and looked around. And gasped. And nearly fainted. She was sitting in a luxurious, well-decorated car on the Molentary Express. She checked herself in the mirror. Thank goodness, her face looked the sa-sa-s-s-saame… Oh. Oh my. She was dressed in a beautiful, blue sundress that exactly matched the shade of her eyes and complemented her porcelain/rose complexion at the same time. A pure white cashmere cardigan with small, raw freshwater pearl buttons graced her shoulders. Powder blue silk slippers that matched her dress perfectly were elegant and light on her graceful feet. And on the long, thin, gracefully tapered pale ring finger of her left hand was…no, it couldn't be. A diamond engagement ring sparkled sweetly on her finger. A silver locket in the shape of a heart with the same Celtic design as her mother's necklace on it was graced with a sprinkling of amethysts, pearls, and diamonds. She opened the locket with trembling fingers. On the inside was a picture of her beloved Professor Layton, smiling warmly back at her, and on the other side, it read: "To my sweet Amethyst". Amethyst took another good look at her figure in the mirror. Was it possible? Yes, she did look a few inches taller, more mature, more…
"Grown up!" She cried, and fell to the floor in a dead faint, the delicate roses blooming in her porcelain cheeks disappearing suddenly.
Meanwhile, in the Professor's cabin...
The Professor was having his morning tea, and had given Luke his morning coco, (As mentioned afore, Luke hates tea), and was mere moments from sipping his warm beverage when he heard a sudden, rather loud THUD from the room next door. Telling Luke to stay where he was and that he'd be back in a minute, he walked briskly to the next room. He was not prepared for the sight which met him when he slid back the door.
"Amethyst!"
"Ungh…" Amethyst groaned.
The Professor wasted no time in picking the semi-conscious Amethyst and carried her to his room, as easily as if she were a feather.
"Professor, who's this?!" Luke queried in an anxious, high pitched voice.
"My fiancé." Layton replied shortly.
"Oh! You mean Amethyst?" Luke asked.
"Yes. I do mean Amethyst." Layton told him tiredly. Really, Luke's questions could be so annoying sometimes! Layton thought.
Okey-dokey, so that was the first chapter! Again, the general idea of this story, (Waking up and finding yourself or an OC in a Professor Layton game is NOT mine but zutaraXxporkeh's. Thank you zutaraXxporkeh!