It was about a week give or take before Elaine was able to go about the house on her own again. Not too much had changed from what Elaine could tell. Except for maybe a new painting near the library and an artefact or two that Elaine could faintly recall being on display at the Crown Petone. Things Descole seemed proud to display, and really showed his confidence that police forces would never find him or his home.

It was on one night she felt particularly glad to be allowed to walk again. She had just woken up in the middle of the night. It felt sometime after midnight at least. And she was hungry. She doubted she could get into trouble for getting a late night snack, so after blinking away some of the sleep from her eyes, Elaine got out of the bed. She grabbed a dressing gown and once it was on she stepped outside her room.

She never realised how creepy the house looked at night. Then again she was never about at night without there being much light. It must have been much later then Elaine initially suspected when she first woke up. A little while before dawn perhaps?

Elaine had passed a door by a few feet when she faintly heard a loud gasp. The kind you give when woken from a nightmare. She looked to the door she had just passed. That was Descole's room, wasn't it? Had Descole woken from a nightmare? Was something wrong? Elaine thought over possible actions and their consequences. Elaine couldn't just barge in. If it turned out she had been over reacting and stormed in without reason, Descole would be far from pleased.

Too caught up in her thoughts, Elaine hadn't notice the door open until she noticed Descole step out. Holding onto the frame of the door as he held a hand over mask covered face. With his hat looking a bit hastily put on, it was clear he probably only put his mask and hat on before stepping out of his room. Probably only because Elaine was in the house. If it was just him and Raymond, Elaine had little doubt that his face would have been fully viewable.

He was grumbling incoherent things to himself. Elaine snapped herself back to reality and turned to continue walking to the kitchen. Maybe Descole wouldn't notice her if she kept moving now and-

"Hawthorne!" Elaine winched just a tad and turned back to look at Descole. His grip on the doorframe seemed to tighten as he stared at her. "What were you doing outside my room?" Elaine was a bit surprised by how calmly he said this. Even if there was a bit of edge on his tone. "Well?"

"I woke up and I was 'ungry," Elaine answered. "So, I went to go get something to eat." Elaine then noticed something else. Descole's shirt was open (that alone wasn't the reason of course) and Elaine managed to spot what looked like some sort of scar on his waist. Possibly caused by a gun.

"What 'appened to you?" Elaine asked before she could stop herself. Descole quickly pulled his shirt closed before Elaine could get a further look.

"Nothing that concerns you." There was a slight snarl like tone in his voice and Elaine bit her tongue lightly. She couldn't deny the concern she was feeling but decided to let it go. She might not have been a medical expert, but the wound seemed maybe… Two or three years old, maybe? He probably had it before they first met anyway if Elaine was correct in her guess. So it probably wasn't much to worry about.

"You said you were going to the kitchen, yes?" Descole quickly buttoned his shirt. "I may as well come with you. Get something to drink."

"R-right." Elaine already started walking ahead of Descole, and he didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to follow. Arriving in the kitchen first, Elaine began to help herself to some bread rolls. When Descole did enter, he appeared to look at Elaine questioningly.

"No tea?"

"It's a bit early for tea, non?"

"I'm probably not going to get back to sleep anyway." Descole muttered. He sounded a bit tired and sat down at the table. Elaine looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You're not going to make the tea?"

"You're already standing." Descole was lightly smirked as Elaine scowled.

"I swear, you are just plain lazy at times." Elaine muttered as she went to put water in the kettle and heat it up.

"I'm not lazy, just tired."

"I bet you would 'ave starved if you didn't 'ave Raymond."

"Now that isn't true."

"Maybe," Elaine briefly agreed. "It would just taste terrible." Descole grunted and Elaine gave a tiny smirk as she waited for the kettle to finish boiling. It wasn't too long until the kettle gave a final sharp whistle, and Elaine moved to get the tea cups.

"Good to see you're being a good puppy." Elaine huffed at what sounded like a teasing remark from Descole.

"I'm only making tea because I changed my mind about 'aving any myself." A short moment later, Elaine had thrown used teabags into the bin and placed one in front of Descole before she went to add sugar to her own cup.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"If you want milk added, get it yourself." Elaine told him bluntly, not bothering to look up from her cup as she stirred her drink before dropping the spoon in the sink. After sitting down at the table, she saw Descole give a small scowl before he stood up and walked to the fridge. "See? Was that so 'ard?" Elaine mocked after Descole added his milk. She was sure he was glaring at her, but Elaine didn't care.

"Of course not. So I don't see why you couldn't do it?"

"Because I'm not your maid."

"True, but the uniform would look fine on you." Elaine stared at Descole for a moment before shaking her head and returned her focus to her current bread roll and tea. There was a silence between the two for a while. Elaine was already regretting coming out for a snack.

"… So, any current schemes I should be aware of?" Elaine wanted to break the silence. If she was going to be stuck with this madman, she may as well make small talk.

"I have a 'scheme', as you so colourfully call it. It involves travelling to a small town called Stansbury first."

"Stransbury?" Elaine frowned. The name seemed familiar until it clicked. "Isn't that where the Wall of Norwell is?"

"Indeed. Have you seen it before?" Descole asked.

"Oui. When I was in college, my class went to see it. We didn't stay long enough though. I would 'ave liked a chance to try and decipher it myself." Elaine admitted, before taking a long sip of her tea. Finished, she noticed Descole's smirk and frowned.

"… And I'm possibly going to, aren't I?"

"Indeed, Hawthorne." Elaine looked down at her cup and swirled its contents around a little as another silence took place. A few minutes later, Elaine asked,

"What was your nightmare about?"

"…" Elaine frowned when Descole tensed. Maybe she shouldn't have asked. "What makes you so sure it was a nightmare?" There was no answer at first, but Elaine soon replied,

"I… 'eard a noise from your room. Like when you wake up from a nightmare." Descole didn't say anything at first. Elaine took that for, 'none of your business.' She would have decided to forget about it had Descole not stood up and pulled his shirt up enough for the scar to show and point to it.

"The day I got this."

That was all he said. After that, he sat that and continued with his tea.

No more words were said that night.

OMAKE THEATRE: Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!

Chapter 5 of Elliella

"So, how did it go?" Bronev asked casually as he slumped in his throne lazily. Randomly holding a kingly sceptre just because he could.

"W-well, I met this really pretty girl called, Claire…" Hershel began bashfully before Bronev cut across.

"Perfect, that's your bride."

"But I didn't even ask her-."

"Randall, what about you?"

Randall had a dazed look mixed with sparkles in his eyes since the ball ended. No one was certain whether to react to this in fear or awe.

"I met an angel named Angela. The most splendid girl alive. I want to dance, eat, sing, frolic in a field of flowers, shower and have sex with her and her alone."

"That's… great?" Even Bronev was unsure how to react either before he cleared his throat and looked at Descole. "What about you? Need I remind you that as next in line there is no question that you must marry?" Descole cringed a bit and shuffled his feet.

"I, uh… Did meet a girl. I did ask, and she was going to say yes. But then she asked the time and when I told her she ran off and threw her shoe at me."

"Maybe it was her period?"

"RANDALL! GROSS!"

"So… you're not, technically engaged?" Descole winced a bit as his father's condescending tone. Oh, he could already taste the blood from when his new robot killed him.

"I… Sort of am-, I just-."

"I guess we'll have to prepare a wedding with one of the Sue's then." Bronev sighed and clicked his fingers. The tank containing the Mary Sues appeared from behind a curtain again, a huge plaster covering the hold one of them made when they grabbed Bronev from the first chapter of this fairytale. Descole panicked and began backing away as his brothers looked at him in sympathy and to the Sues in horror.

"No, no, no!"

"If it makes you feel any better, you get to pick which one." Bronev offered, wincing as one of the horrid creatures gave a loud shriek of pleasure. God only knows what kind of pleasure. And no doubt your mind is already in the gutter, dear reader.

Descole was pale, and looked ready to throw up.

"Th-there has to be another way out of this!" Bronev looked thoughtful.

"There was this lovely lady I saw on the dance floor who looked interested in you. Said her name was Anton, but I think it's short for Antonia."

Descole could already feel bile tickling the back of his throat.

"Wait! Descole, do you still have the shoe your mystery girl threw at you?" Hershel had a plan in mind, but it would require that shoe!

"Yeah, it's right here." Descole took the shoe out from under his cloak.

"… Why did you even… Never mind that. We can use that shoe to find your girl, by have every single one in the kingdom try it on!" Hershel looked very proud of himself while Randall nodded enthusiastically.

"… What if someone has the same shoe size? And couldn't I just looked at every girl's face until I find her, it's not like I'm bli-."

"Sues! Anton!" Randall and Hershel both coughed to remind Descole of his alternatives.

"Er, yeah! That plan also works!"

"Fine, fine." Bronev waved them off. Go ahead. Just be ready to get married by the time I get back, and everything is cool."

"So, where to first?" Descole asked Hershel and Randall as they rode away from their bitchin' castle.

"Can we pick up our girlfriends first?"

"Randall, why do we even need to-?"

"To move this story along! It's not funny anymore and just getting boring!"

Back at Elliella's home…

"He could have been mine!" Anton wailed on the couch as he forced Elliella to wave a fan in front of his face. "My Dessy-boy-toy. Being married to someone worthwhile. Money. Chocolate. All of it gone because of some trollop!"

"Gee, I wonder who the trollop is?" Elliella muttered sarcastically.

"And it's bad enough Angela and Claire got someone." Anton muttered as her folded his arms and gave a childish pout. "If those two end up marrying those princes, I guess I can cash in on benefits." He then glared up at Elliella. "But I'll still be stuck with you!"

"The feeling's mutual."

A knock came to the door and Anton groaned before yelling loudly,

"Angela, go get the door! The servant's fanning me!"

Angela rolled her eyes and went to answer the door. The moment she did, she felt something grab onto her legs and looking down, she saw Randall hugging onto her legs.

"Sweet, sweet Angela! Please come with me to the castle! It'll be the best time of your life, I swear!" Angela looked rather started that the young prince was hugging her legs, though as surprised as Descole and Hershel were.

"Sorry about him. The Royal Burse dropped him on his head before father had her guillotined for adding too many sprinkles to his cake."

"… What?"

"Don't ask." Hershel sighed. But the moment he saw Claire he went cherry red and tried to speak, though said ability seemed to have abandoned him.

"Oh, hello Hershel." Claire chirped. "I wasn't expecting you. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Hershel still couldn't speak.

"He wants to ask you to move to the castle with him." Randall said before he began nuzzling Angela's legs, and purring like a cat.

Meanwhile, Anton had looked around the archway and saw his man along said man's brothers. This was his chance! Descole grabbed Elliella and shoved her into the grandfather clock before marching out into the grand hall, giving a flirty smile to Descole.

"Hello, Dessy-chan~." Anton purred as he used Japanese honorifics. "Here to ask me to be your bride?"

"A-actually, just here with my brothers to pick up their brides!" Descole said quickly. "We'll just be going now and-."

Crash!

Around the corner came Elliella, who had a few splinters here and there from escaping her ticking prison. When he saw her, Descole appeared in a daze (or as much as a masked man can appear to be in) before rushing to her side and shoving Anton to the floor.

"You never did give me your answer in the garden. Fully." Descole added quickly. Elliella grinned up at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"Oui, oui I do!"

"NO!" Anton shrieked as he grabbed Descole's cape. "You can't marry that French bitch!"

"Yeah! She has to try on the shoe!" Randall yelled, still smothering his face in Angela's legs.

"Forget the damn shoe, I know it's her!" Descole snapped as he brought Elliella closer to him.

"No! You're meant to be mine!" Anton wailed, before Descole kicked him square in the face.

"Screw you bitch, I'm too fabulous for you." Descole huffed and led Elliella outside along with the other princes and their brides-to-be, as Anton wailed on the floor like a three year old.

And thus, our heroine and Prince Descole got married in a triple wedding along with Randall and Angela (after Randall was pulled off of Angela's legs) and Hershel and Claire. Elliella and Descole had their honeymoon in Tahiti and after Bronev got attacked by Mary Sue's so severely that he had to give up the throne, Descole and Elliella became King and Queen, and Descole had Anton forced to wear cheap, modest clothing.

I love your reviews, oh so much :3 Since some people seem for the idea of the one shot, I'm going to give it a shot and see what I get. Hopefully something worthwhile, because Descole does need more love on this site. From the opposite gender, and you all know it XD