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-)?"
Plan/Warnings- May turn into Shouta, well... quite possibly. LaytonxLuke bonding. May contain of OOC-ness. Also possible, severly warped humor is standard proceedure. No smut planned... so very unlikely. Layton suffering... (Your author blames the Fanfic Cold for this.) Luke should be mostly fine save for awkward situtations.
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.
LONDON HOSPITAL- Luke's POV
When Luke re-entered the Professor's room he noticed more doctors. One was examining the professor's hand, the one Luke had been holding. The doctors looked at Luke with a suspicious glance, the doctor from earlier spoke quietly to the others. Luke remained at the doorway, the Professor's chest was exposed to all of those present. His heart monitor started to beep wildly, his tachycardia had returned. The lady doctor from earlier called him over.
As Luke approached the other doctors moved away, his mentor's breathing was still shallow. He covered his chest, Luke knew the Professor would want to remain fully clothed it was a gentleman thing. The doctors watched him with a particularly interesting stare, Luke almost wished Flora was back in the room.
"What do you want me to do?" Luke asked the female doctor from before. She smiled, pulling some of her coworkers back. The beeping subsided slightly, "should I talk to him some more… Professor have you heard this riddle?" He sat down next to his mentor, the doctors were watching anxiously. "I can sleep, I have to breathe, I can freeze, and I can overheat. Crossing the path of water causes me immeasurable grief. What am I?" Luke could picture the Professor's thinking face, then his aha moment.
The beeping calmed, slowed even past what they had been expecting. Luke's eyes widened, the Professor could indeed hear, and was attempting to think about his… less than qualified riddle. The doctors were staring at Luke now, as if they wanted him to answer it or something.
"Well, what is it?" one of them finally conceded. Luke smiled, it was simple once one thought about it. He had actually based it off a riddle about a grandfather clock, he figured it would just be an update to the old riddle. "You aren't going to tell us are you?" Luke nodded, there would be no reason to tell them.
"You can ask the Professor when he wakes up, it's really quite simple. Ah," Luke watched the monitor even out, "he solved it." 'A true gentleman leaves no puzzle unsolved.' Luke started to laugh picturing the Professor sleep solving puzzles. "I wonder what he's thinking about, probably another puzzle to confuse me." The doctors filed out into the hallway, shutting the door behind them. Luke was glad they were gone, he placed a hand on his Mentor's forehead for a moment.
As he did he could faintly hear in the Professor's voice, 'A laptop isn't it Luke?' Luke took his hand back staring at the unconscious form before him. Was he hallucinating? Perhaps he ought to go back to sleep now…
"What are you working on in there? A giant Rubek's cube or something?" Luke muttered brushing the hair off of the Professor's forehead. There was a light ringing gentlemanly laugh, 'but of course. A 600 by 600 side Rubek's cube, care to join me?' Luke was half tempted to reply when he noticed that the heartbeat would differ slightly whenever the Professor 'talked' to him. Luke decided on one final question for the day, "What happened to us Professor?" The heart monitor slowed, Luke pressed his hand lightly on the man's forehead.
'Perhaps it has something to do with the ceremony we interrupted by accident,' the Professor's thoughts were traveling via his hand to his ears for some reason, 'I tried to ask the ceremony master for directions, he was a most ungentlemanly host. He said something about a bonding ceremony for his mistress.' Luke watched the monitor return to normal again with amazement. He was hearing the Professor, or was he?
There is what you get as the sample platter. I did not want to post them as one chapter, so there are all four completed segments for now. This is not the end, stay tuned to find out what the hell is going on in the summary. -CrimsonChoucho (a very, very bad riddle writer)