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- you'll see. Looks to be very sad, or angsty. May turn into Shouta, well... quite possibly. LaytonxLuke bonding. May contain lots of OOC-ness. Also possible, severly warped humor is standard proceedure. No smut planned... so very unlikely. Layton, as much as we love him, is going to suffer sadly... (Your author blames the Fanfic Cold for this.) Luke should be mostly fine save for awkward situtations for the rest of the fic past the beginning.

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.


EBBING FEARS- LUKE

It was a horrid uncomfortable feeling in a rather unmentionable region, that awoke the Englishman in training. That and a horrible sense of unease, the Professor was missing again, and someone had attached the Professor's monitors to his hand. That of course explained why the alarms weren't blaring at the Professor's absence. Luke removed the pulse tracker and went to the nurse's station, there was one hearty woman manning the station looking about watching her screens. She was about to stand when she caught sight of Luke standing in front of her station.

"Where is the patient you were with," she looked down at the monitor that was buzzing at her, "Professor Hershel Layton?" Luke's face fell, so the nurse didn't know where she was either.

"I do not know," he answered truthfully, "do you remember if the Professah's monitor glitched or didn't register earlier?" The nurse looked at him thoughtfully, then clicked on something on one of her screens.

"No, but my computer just pulled up an irregular pattern matching what you just asked about. It's time stamped about… an hour ago," the nurse looked worried, "I'm going to call the security desk and have them send out a search party. Your Professor shouldn't be roaming anywhere alone, wait here…" She started dialing something into her desk phone, and Luke felt his skin start to crawl in place. Something was very… VERY wrong right now.

He was about to move when the nurse's face went sheet white. She looked down at Luke with mortified expression, she placed the phone down on its cradle and walked over to him with the most comforting expression she could muster.

"I'm so sorry young man, security just found Mr. Layton," she kneeled down and placed her worn hands delicately on his shoulders, "he is alive, but they don't know how long he's going to last in the condition he was found in. It appears his earlier assailant had help, and came back to finish what they started."

"What did they do to him?" Luke whispered.

"From what I just heard them describe child, he would not want you to know," she whispered, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. I need to take you to another room while they treat him for his new injuries. Another nurse will fetch you when they are done, security will be posted outside his room from now on as well."


CrimsonChoucho: It's been a while hasn't it? I decided since I was dreaming about this again it was about time to start it again.