Hi everybody! So, yes, I have finally picked up writing again, and with what better way that with a Layton Fic! :D *waits for applause*
*cricket chirp*
Gah, I deserve it, for disappearing from the story writing for about a year or two. Anywayz, this is my first writing in a while, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. = 3=' Alrighty then, BEGIN STORY!
Chapter 1 - How Was Your Day?
It was late in the afternoon, and Luke was returning home from school. Our favorite professor was seated in his usual chair at the dining table, tea cup in one hand, puzzle in the other.
"Hello, Luke. How was your day?" He asked in his English accent, even though he was created in Japan, but since this is in English we get to give him an accent, 'cause Americans are cool like that.
"Fine…" Luke said drearily, sitting down across from the English-Japanese professor.
Layton glanced up from his tea at the young apprentice-assistant-kid. "Well, you certainly don't sound fine."
"It's nothing."
"If it's nothing, why on earth would you choose to act so down?"
Luke sighed. "Well…Father's Day is coming up, and all of my friends are—"
"You have friends?" The professor asked, surprised that the puzzle-crazed fanboy would ever be able to make friends.
"Well, no, but the other boys at school—"
"This reminds me of a puzzle! Care to give it a try?"
"Professor, I'd really like to talk about this—"
"Alright, here it is: A boy is transferring to a new school and has made no friends in the past week—"
"Professor, please, stay focused on our conversation!"
Layton looked down at his tea, frowning. 'No one ever wants to listen to my puzzles…' He sulked.
"Professor?"
"Oh, yes, Father's Day. Go on."
Luke shifted in his seat, looking down at the table. "Well, see, everyone's going fishing with their fathers, and—"
"You're father died, right?"
"…yes…but that's not—"
Layton sat back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. "That must've hurt a lot. In your heart and such."
Luke gulped. "I-It did, but—"
"You two were so close. It's terrible that he had to be murdered by that top-hatted serial killer."
"P-Professor, can we please change the subject—"
"And in front of your own eyes!"
Luke now broke down in tears, his shoulders shaking with small sobs.
Layton looked down from the ceiling at the crying boy. "My goodness, Luke what's gotten into you!"
Luke sniffed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "I'm sorry, I just miss him so—"
"You're staining the table cloth!"
Luke stopped crying at once, staring at his mentor with un-believing eyes.
The professor stared back. "Well, what's wrong now, my boy? Aren't you going to tell me about you're day? It's not becoming of a gentleman to stop mid-story."
"…right…Well, they're all going fishing this weekend at the pond, and I thought—"
"Oh, that reminds me—"
"NO, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR A PUZZLE." Luke interrupted quickly.
"…" *sulk*
"I thought maybe we could go fishing together." Luke said quietly, a light blush tinting his cheeks.
Layton smiled. "Of course, my boy!"
Luke looked up, smiling with excitement. "You really mean it?"
The professor nodded. "It's been years since I've gone fishing. It'll be nice to get out the old racket again." He sighed, going into a moment of remembering.
"Ehh…Professor? You don't use a racket to fish."
"Oh, dear me, that's right. Anyhow, can't wait to toss the pigskin like old times."
"Professor, I believe that's American football…which you've never played before…?"
"Oh, of course, of course. Well, I do believe I've got some clubs—"
"Golf, professor."
"—I mean cleats—"
"Soccer."
"—I mean swords—"
"Professor, do you even know what fishing is?"
"Well, your father's dead, so how are you suddenly the master of fishing!"
Luke sighed. "I'm going to do my homework." He mumbled, grabbing his bag-that's-not-a-purse-but-looks-a-lot-like-one-but-it's-probably-just-European-or-something and heading upstairs.
Layton waved to him goodbye. "Can't wait 'till Saturday!" He called, then sighed, rubbing his temple. 'Sometimes, that boy is just impossible to talk with.'
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