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WARNING! LaytonxLuke (Legal)

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

Layton heard a crash from next door. He sat bolt up in his bed. Forgetting why he had left Luke in the first place, he ran to the young adult's room to find him on the floor.

"Luke! Can you hear me?" Layton asked. No answer. He took the boy in his arms and shook his shoulders gently. Luke stirred and opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he did was turn to the side and vomit. Tears ran down his humiliated and sweaty face. Layton rubbed his back. Luke was gasping for air. The Professor stood up to get a wet rag for Luke. He felt something tug at his pyjama shirt. He looked down to see Luke.

"Don't leave, please." He pleaded. Layton sighed and grabbed the teen's hand.

"I'll be right back," he promised. Luke reluctantly let go.

Layton walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He grabbed a rag and wet it under the cold tap. He looked up in the mirror to see his apprentice standing behind him. He jumped.

"Luke, you should be resting," The Professor said shocked. Luke sat on the toilet seat his breathing shallow.

"Do you know what it is?" He asked quietly, had Layton not seen the boys lips move; he would've thought he'd imagined it. It took him a while to get what Luke was talking about. He suddenly remembered the little bottle. The Professor's face dropped as he wiped the boy's face with the cool rag. Luke leant into the Professors touch.

"Yes Luke, I know what it is." The Professor sighed. Luke looked at his mentor's disappointed face.

"Tell me Luke, why would you think of even touching Heroin?" He asked. Luke looked away.

"I didn't know what it was. My friends just offered it to me and I took it." He answered. Layton sighed.

"You're disappointed, I know. Just tell me what you want to say. I'm a man, I can take it." He said taking a deep breath. Layton was shocked. He looked at the boy.

"What do you want me to say Luke?" He asked. Luke looked desperate.

"Tell me you're disappointed; you don't want me as an apprentice; you think I'm a monster; you're going to kick me out if I don't get clean. Please Professor, shout at me; I can't stand this silence any longer!" He pleaded with tears coming to his eyes. Layton sighed and shook his head.

"My boy," He started but didn't get to finish. Luke had stood up and was raging.

"COME ON! You must have something to shout at me about! I lied, this isn't the first time, and I knew exactly what it was!" He yelled. This got the Professor.

"You lied?" He asked suddenly furious. Luke froze. He'd been asking for this.

"Yes," He whispered. The fragility in that one word almost made the Professors walls crumble but then he was reminded of the cause of his rage when he saw pin pricks up and down Luke's arm.

*Flashback*

Luke looked at Nathan. He knew what was in the bottle. Nathan was obviously oblivious to the fact Luke had taken it several times before him.

"Go on Luke!" Nathan said enthusiastically when the drug had kicked in. Luke smiled. He knew what he was doing. He took a stronger dose than Nathan though. He placed the needle above one of his veins. There was a little bit of blood but Luke injected the Heroin none the less.

A feeling of ecstasy washed over him.

*End of Flashback*

Layton looked at Luke with fury. Luke swallowed. He could see the Professor clench and unclench his fists. His knuckles were white. Layton forgot all about being a gentleman and slapped Luke across the face. Luke hadn't been expecting this but he took it nonetheless. His cheek stung with the force of the hit. His head had turned to the side. He took steadying breaths to calm himself and to stop the tears from falling.

Luke couldn't keep eye contact with the man as to show him how broken he was. Layton looked at shock at the red hand mark.

"Luke, I'm so-"

"It's okay sir, you just did what you had to. After all, I told you to take your anger out on me." He replied, his voice breaking the tiniest bit. He left the bathroom to clean up the mess in his room. Once that had been done, he took the recent picture he had drawn and hugged it to his chest, letting the tears slip down his cheeks and wet the art. Luke knew what he had to do. He placed the picture on his pillow and scrawled a quick note before scaling the apartment out of his window. He looked once more towards the place he called home; back to the man he loved and then ran.

…PROFESSOR LAYTON…

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

Layton was pacing about his room when he heard a disturbance. He h=ignored it and continued pacing.

He had just hit Luke.

He had hit Luke!

The Professor paced his room back and forth, back and forth. I HIT Luke!Was all he could think about. Tears threatened to come but he couldn't let them fall. The broken look in his apprentices eyes when he walked out of the bathroom. Sure the boy had lied but… but… He was shocked at his own behaviour.

Luke lied to you!

You love him though!

You shouldn't love a boy!

You need to apologise!

He deserved it!

Did you see the hurt?

You caused that!

The brokenness…

Why should he look like that?

That look is not natural on his face.

He should be laughing,

Like before. He laughs when he's with you.

You've seen that look in his eyes; he loves you that way too.

Make it up to him, it won't be easy though.

There must be a reason behind this. Problems? At ho-

"No!" Layton whispered. The artwork came swimming to his mind. He collapsed onto his bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Luke had been out on the street for a few hours now. He sighed and watched his breath curl up and disappear into the night. He rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. He walked onto the field that he and Layton had pic-nicked on in Luke's picture. He was 12. He saw the oak tree as it still had been all those years ago. He sighed remembering a conversation.

*Flashback*

Luke laughed as a butterfly perched on the end of his nose. The butterfly flew away, its beautiful wings batting in the air. He leant against the oak tree and watched the Professor get some cake out of the basket.

"Professor, do you trust me?" It was a random question. Layton looked surprised.

"Of course I do Luke. I wouldn't be where I am today without trusting you!" He replied smiling.

"Why'd you ask?" He smiled at the boy as he leant back and stared at the clouds.

"No reason," He relied. That was the day Luke Triton fell in Love with Hershel Layton…

*End of Flashback*

Luke sadly smiled at the memories that tree held. He smiled. The Professor didn't trust him now though. He had lied to him and now he's run away. He let his tears fall only that once. He collapsed under the tree. It was in the middle of the forest. Only he and Layton knew how to get there unless you had the directional skills of a pointer dog. He closed his eyes, reminiscing, not noticing the cold bite at his cheeks.

…PROFESSOR LAYTON…

Layton woke with a headache. He rolled over hoping that last night had been a dream. He opened his eyes to see the bottle of Heroin on his desk. A weight set in his stomach. He pulled himself out of his bed and went to check on Luke. He opened the teen's door. A cold draught swept over his feet. He looked at the empty room. Surely he's just downstairs eating breakfast? His conscience tried to reason with him. He couldn't be though. The bed was neat and unslept in. The room had an unfriendly aurora about it. It was spotless apart from two pieces of paper on Luke's bedside table. He walked over to the window and shut it. He turned to the pieces of paper and a feeling of dead settled neatly in his stomach. He saw the drawing of him and Luke in the park. It was beautiful and made Layton smile. He saw the stains of dried tears on it and turned to the piece of lined paper that accompanied the picture. It read the following.

Professor, when you find this, I will most probably already gone. If I haven't you'll most probably want to know what I'm doing. If I'm there with you, I will tell you in person…

If you've read this far, I'm guessing that I haven't come back. I'll explain why I did what I did. I first tried it with Flora's husband. He was nice to me and took an interest in my drawings. He told me about some stuff and we got talking. One day he brought some substance that had been dissolved in water before injecting it. He asked me if I wanted to try it so I did. I trusted him as you did me. When I found out it was Heroin I was shocked. I somehow wanted more though and So he's been supplying me since. A few days ago though when he was meant to send his supply, I just got a letter saying he was clean. I was a bit upset but then realised how selfish I was being. I wrote him a letter to congratulate him. Seeing as he had a baby on the way, I'm guessing that he didn't want to be on drugs when it came into the world.

The next time I got some was when you found out. Somehow Nathan had got a hold of a few bottles and gave one to me. You know the rest. It is for this reason that I am leaving and saving you the bother of kicking me out.

I hope that when we meet again in the future, I will be a better man. And one more thing, I love you.

Frome your ex- number one apprentice,

Luke

Layton's world was spinning. Luke had run away from home. Well, was it a home? The Professor was working later each night. He had been neglecting the young boy, had missed him turning into a man. When he looked back on things, he could understand how Luke could have easily fallen into the wrong crowd at school. Layton was absent most of those years. He looked around the boy's room and saw things he had never noticed before. There were posters of favourite rock bands, mainly consisting of Led Zeppelin and AC/DC. He looked in the boys boxes of what once held toys but just saw his CD player and a lot of writing and drawing utensils. He found a leather bound book under the boy's pillow. He flicked to the latest entry…

Dear diary,

I'm thinking about telling the Professor about my addiction. I'm not too sure how he'll take it. I had some again with Nathan. I was late home and I think I hurt his feelings…

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Dear Diary, I've just been found out. I'm running away. The only place I can think to go is the clearing we found by accident and had a picnic there. That's the only place I can think of.

Love from Luke.

Layton stared at the entry. He grabbed the picture and got dressed. As soon as he did that, he ran into the cold and into his Laytonmobile. He raced down the road to the edge of the woods. He parked in the empty car park. He ran out of his car and to the path he and Luke had marked by carving a letter into a tree along the way. He soon found the clearing and a small figure shivering under the huge oak. He ran up to it to see Luke shivering and sweating. Withdrawal symptoms. He shook the teen awake.

"Luke," He whispered. Luke turned over and muttered something only just audible.

"Trust me Professor," He whispered softly. The Professor's breath hitched. His trust in Luke had shattered like the fragile hope that Luke had of being forgiven when that hand crossed his face. He lifted the teen in his arms and carried him to the car. He turned the heating up as the boy slept in the backseat. Was it his fault that Luke had started to take drugs? He had ignored him, became distant after Claire's death. Just as Clive had said. He had not noticed the attwmpts Luke had made to try to bring his Professor back to the waking world. Layton liked the sound of the terminology.

Luke's Professor