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, severely warped humor is standard procedure. No smut planned... so very unlikely. Layton suffering... (Your author blames the Fanfic Cold for this.) Luke should be mostly fine, save for some very awkward situations.
Shouta- if you don't know what this means you should not be reading this. It is the precursor (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- LAYTON: Voices in my Head or Don't Panic My Boy
The Professor did not recognize where he was, it wasn't the hospital room where he started. It wasn't that pure white place he had been before with the rubik's cube, and he felt something that might have been distant pain so he wasn't dead. With all his logic he was unable to deduce this place, it was nothing yet, it was here. It wasn't overly bright, nor did it have a feeling. He wandered in it for a while, walking in one direction with no visible change, then he saw the white at the edge. He held onto his top hat that had appeared when he entered this strange place and ran for it.
The white appeared to be getting closer, then closer, until finally it consumed the space around him. He had to blink out the blinding light for a moment, then he was back to that place he had been before with the rubik's cube. Luke happened to be nearby, he could feel absolute terror from the boy, he tried to squeeze his hand to reassure the boy. Luke must have felt it because the terror ebbed away from him.
"Professor, are you alright?" the boy questioned. There was still unease following, but not the absolute terror from before.
"Of course my boy, what happened?" he looked around, he was stuck in his mind again it seemed, "I ended up in a void for a couple minutes there…"
"Thank goodness you're alright Professor. The doctor's injected something to stop your shaking and it made it worse," Luke explained, "You really scared me there for a minute Professor, they even had the paddles ready for a second there." Layton highly doubted that would have felt pleasant, he was very glad they hadn't.
"Oh dear, well you can have them take those dreadful things away. I'd rather not have to endure that," he murmured, "so what happened Luke?"
"The doctor says you'll be okay once your blood sugar gets back to normal," Luke's voice was rather soothing to the weary man. Layton wandered around in the world of white, he was worried about that man who had managed to get into the hospital once already. He wondered just how safe Luke really was in this place, but he knew that it wasn't possible to send the boy away now… The ritual they had interrupted had done something, and at least the doctor had noticed.
"Luke… I'll wake up as soon as I can, but for now you should get some rest alright. Oh and Luke?" Layton paused hoping that his next request didn't fall on deaf ears.
"Yes Professor?" Luke sounded quite eager.
"A true gentleman does not sleep draped over the chair like a throw blanket," Layton smiled. He could feel the boy smile back with a small smirk.
"I'll try not to Professor." He soon could feel the vague sensation of being shoved to one side of the hospital bed. He could have laughed, it wouldn't be the first time he'd found Luke asleep at his side. There had been some nightmares, things that Layton had not been experienced in dealing with for anyone besides himself… He had been uneasy having another person so close, but Luke was more like a cat when he was asleep.
He curled up and barely moved once he reached that blessed land of dreams that occasionally took a hard right to the nightmares. He couldn't really say what gave him nightmares on occasion, because what child should have to know the deepest sorrows that are locked so far away that they can only threaten you in your dreams.
Who was he to disrupt Luke's peace of mind because of some discomfort on his part. Layton frowned, now he wanted his hat… Ah, there it was, and turned white to match the decorum no less! The Professor frowned at the object but placed it on his head none the less. Going without the thing was like going to school in your undergarments to him, it was embarrassing and very wrong.
Crimson Choucho: I'm happy to say I never went to school in my underwear, but there are times that my bed was probably still warm when I reached school...