Well hi everyone! I've managed to write this chappy whilst separating hatori from shigure and ayame.
Hatori: mmph… I don't want to be near those two anyway.
Ayame: (gasps) no haa-san, don't say such things!! (Teary eyes)
Shigure: give up on haa-san; he doesn't want us any longer! (Cries in corner)
Well whilst I clean up the tears with a truck load of tissues I'll get back to you! Play, the Layton dilemma!!!
…..my boy……
Luke slammed the door shut, and collapsed on the bed. Just a few seconds ago, Luke had stumbled in on Layton having a shower. One of the things he never wanted to happen in reality.
But he did see how big he was.
Luke's curiosity at his boarding school led to some very hot and sticky situations in the dorms, and he knew what the standard 'size' was. And he believed that Layton was well endowed. Luke heard the shower stop downstairs and the bathroom door open a crack. No doubt Layton was a little wary. He heard professor plodding quietly to his own room, shut the door, and locked with a very faint click. Luke sighed and turned his head into the pillow and forced himself to sleep.
The professor was just as shocked as Luke presumed him to be. How could he forget to lock that blasted door? His thoughts whirling around his head…. What will happen tomorrow? Surely Luke would act awkwardly around him. An even worse thought entered his mind….
Maybe Luke would want to go back to the school?
Layton desperately hoped this was not the case. He surely missed Luke, and he would do anything he could to go back in time and lock that door…. Layton was pacing, his clothes abandoned on the floor with only a towel around his waist. What if Luke thought that their relationship was damaged? For good?
And the thought that sat at the back of his head.
Did he love Luke?
Was Luke the same? He went to an all boy's boarding school after all. Perhaps Luke wasn't as innocent as Layton had previously thought. Layton finally had ceased pacing and looked at the clock. It was early morning, and yet he felt still as lively as if it was still day. still in his towel, he lay on his bed, staring at the particular personified stain on the ceiling. Maybe he was over thinking this. Luke would have told him he was gay, or at least a little confused. Sometimes, he thought as he closed his eyes, it just takes time.
Layton awoke still drowsy from sleep, the smell of something cooking from downstairs. Perhaps Luke was cooking something, he thought drowsily. Then the sequence of events that occurred last night hit him like a sledgehammer on a brick wall. He rolled out of bed, landing heavily with a dignified 'thump'. Layton got up, his head in sharp pain. He heard Luke rushing up the stairs, and then Layton remembered a slight detail he forgot to take care of.
He was still in his towel.
He struggled to get up; reaching for the towel around his waist already loose from the tumble. But it was too late. Luke had already burst in. Luke halted for a second, a small amount of shock visible from Layton's point of view. Layton wriggled to get out of Lukes view, but for some reason his body wouldn't ran over to where Layton lay. "Luke I am fine, you can leave... nnh-arrgh." Pain shot through his leg as struggled to his feet but alas, his fight was for naught, as he lay on the floor still as helpless as ever. "Professor please let me help you." Luke deftly hauled the professor to his feet, and helped him limp to the closet and laid him by the chair there.
An extremely confused and stark naked Layton.
Luke got out the professors usual attire, paying no attention to Layton's bareness. "I'll go get some bandages for your foot. And try not to fall again." With that Luke left the room with a hint of a smile. Layton was once again trying to piece together the odd sequence of events that had occurred on this what would've been a normal morning. And when did Luke become so strong? Well, working out at a boarding school gym did have its pros. And how could brush off things like the shock last night so easily?
Was it Layton who was too slow at moving on?
Was he the only one who was making a concern out of this? Layton got dressed, the ringing pain now turning into an underlying dull pulsation. Luke had remembered where the first aid kid was, and in a dash returned to Layton's room, secretly hoping to see his professor dress. His hopes were high and were dashed, as the professor had managed in such a small amount of time, to be fully dressed along with the top hat that was hanging of the closet door. "Here you are professor. If you could lift your leg a bit, I can get the bandage around it." Luke then proceeded to wrap a linen bandage around Layton's puffy ankle, as gently as he could.
Layton couldn't help but let out a sigh.
And it was a sigh Luke caught. He couldn't possibly tell Layton about his feelings for him now could he? Well, he did have Layton's sore ankle in his hands didn't he? He could just 'accidentally' squeeze it a little too hard if the outcome wasn't what he expected…." Professor, I have something to ask you." Luke voice was casual, calm almost. "Ask away my boy"
"Are you….gay?"
"Im sorry?"
"Are you gay?" Luke's voice trailed off at the end of the sentence. He had stopped wrapping the bandage around his ankle and was staring at the professor, in a nervous sort of way.
"Luke, I don't think this is the time to- "
"Just tell me. Please." His voice was quiet…. Serious even. Layton looked hard into Lukes eyes desperately wishing his mouth would move and say the words that they both longed to hear. After a few minutes of stifling silence and staring Layton had finally given in.
"yes." Layton's voice was sincere and quiet, as Lukes eyes widened at the thought. He's the same?
"How long?" Luke's voice was strained now; his own beloved professor……………………was the same?
"For a while now Luke."
"professor are you in…"
"Luke…… look its different."
"No…please." Luke ran out of the room leaving Layton and his painful ankle……oh no…he was completely wrong.
Luke wasn't gay and he had lost him forever.
Then he thought harder. Why did Luke ask if I was gay to start with? He did no such thing to provoke the thought………and Luke did say it quite suddenly.
He needed to see Luke now before he decided to do anything irrational. Layton limped down the stairs carefully leaning on the banister, his arms holding up all his weight. "Luke!" his voice rang through the empty house, his heart dropping. He heard a faint noise from the guest bedroom and decided to investigate. He hobbled over to the door, opened a ajar and peered inside. Luke was in tears and throwing remnants of his belonging in his little suitcase. Layton opened the door." Luke please….listen to my reasons."
Luke ignored him.
"Luke look at me!" his voice had risen to a tone he only used on rare occasions. It shocked even himself. "You don't understand professor. I cant stay here. This isn't your fault."
"No. please stay a little while."
"Professor……like I said this isn't your fault." Luke eyes betrayed his thoughts.
"Luke there's something else you're concerned about." Layton limped over to Luke and tipped his chin to look at Layton. "Please, my boy. You can tell me anything." Tears fell down Luke cheeks, his cover finally blown.
"I'm gay too."
