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Unorthodox Solutions (Layton gen)
Title: Unorthodox Solutions
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 469 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: You'd think that from what the games show us, Professor Layton likes kids, right? Wrong. He hates kids. Everything he does is an increasingly desperate attempt to get rid of Luke and Flora, who somehow always manage to escape or survive even his worst schemes.
Pairing: Layton and Luke gen; Flora mentioned
Other: Um. Alternate character interpretation? Some attempt at humor.
Excerpt: "You're not my apprentice, Luke," he answered shortly, picking up his hat and putting it back on. "But yes. Good job on escaping."
"Not bad for the professor's apprentice, right, Professor?" Luke squeaked, entirely too pleased with his ability to solve a simple puzzle. Layton resisted the urge to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"You're not my apprentice, Luke," he answered shortly, picking up his hat and putting it back on. "But yes. Good job on escaping."
Clearly, he was going to have to try harder.
*
"But Professor! Professor! We're forgetting something!"
"What could we possibly be forgetting?" Layton asked, hurrying toward the Laytonmobile. Perhaps one of these days he could actually drive away without an irritating little boy in the seat beside him.
"Flora, Professor! We left Flora with the cows!"
Layton paused.
"She should have feminine influence in her life," he said, starting to walk again. "And there is probably a farmer to take care of her, if necessary."
Luke giggled. "You're so funny, Professor!"
Layton rolled his eyes and got into the car. If he didn't pick up Flora, there was a certain little blue-hatted boy who would talk.
When he got rid of them both, he wanted it to be untraceable back to him.
*
Professor Layton hated children. There was a reason that he taught college students and not elementary-schoolers. But somehow, through no fault of his own, he'd become saddled with two.
(He'd certainly never play poker again. Why had he agreed to accept a child as a prize? Was that even technically legal?
Well, counting cards wasn't either, and he'd been doing it.)
"Professor! Professor!"
He wondered sometimes if Luke had any other volume than loud. He was beginning to hate the sound of his own title.
*
Despite his skills with puzzles, and general brilliance, all of Layton's schemes to get rid of the children failed. He became despondent as the time passed and it became clear that Mr. Triton would not come back to dispute the poker winnings.
But one day, he awoke with silence ringing in his ears. He didn't even realize why he was so suddenly happy until the mail arrived. He sipped at his coffee, opening letters in peace, until he came across one well-worn envelope. He pulled the letter out, attempting to decipher the smudged, spiky handwriting.
LAYTON!
I have finally figured out how to get back at you! I have taken what you value most-- the children. You must meet me at NOON in the SQUARE or you will never see them again! Ahahahahaaaaa!
Your hated enemy,
DON PAOLO
Layton set the letter down on the table, and then his coffee down upon it. He watched the coffee ring spread and smudge Don Paolo's words further. And then he smiled.
At one o'clock, Layton got up from his late breakfast, dressed, and went to his office. He whistled a cheery tune on the way.
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 469 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: You'd think that from what the games show us, Professor Layton likes kids, right? Wrong. He hates kids. Everything he does is an increasingly desperate attempt to get rid of Luke and Flora, who somehow always manage to escape or survive even his worst schemes.
Pairing: Layton and Luke gen; Flora mentioned
Other: Um. Alternate character interpretation? Some attempt at humor.
Excerpt: "You're not my apprentice, Luke," he answered shortly, picking up his hat and putting it back on. "But yes. Good job on escaping."
"Not bad for the professor's apprentice, right, Professor?" Luke squeaked, entirely too pleased with his ability to solve a simple puzzle. Layton resisted the urge to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"You're not my apprentice, Luke," he answered shortly, picking up his hat and putting it back on. "But yes. Good job on escaping."
Clearly, he was going to have to try harder.
*
"But Professor! Professor! We're forgetting something!"
"What could we possibly be forgetting?" Layton asked, hurrying toward the Laytonmobile. Perhaps one of these days he could actually drive away without an irritating little boy in the seat beside him.
"Flora, Professor! We left Flora with the cows!"
Layton paused.
"She should have feminine influence in her life," he said, starting to walk again. "And there is probably a farmer to take care of her, if necessary."
Luke giggled. "You're so funny, Professor!"
Layton rolled his eyes and got into the car. If he didn't pick up Flora, there was a certain little blue-hatted boy who would talk.
When he got rid of them both, he wanted it to be untraceable back to him.
*
Professor Layton hated children. There was a reason that he taught college students and not elementary-schoolers. But somehow, through no fault of his own, he'd become saddled with two.
(He'd certainly never play poker again. Why had he agreed to accept a child as a prize? Was that even technically legal?
Well, counting cards wasn't either, and he'd been doing it.)
"Professor! Professor!"
He wondered sometimes if Luke had any other volume than loud. He was beginning to hate the sound of his own title.
*
Despite his skills with puzzles, and general brilliance, all of Layton's schemes to get rid of the children failed. He became despondent as the time passed and it became clear that Mr. Triton would not come back to dispute the poker winnings.
But one day, he awoke with silence ringing in his ears. He didn't even realize why he was so suddenly happy until the mail arrived. He sipped at his coffee, opening letters in peace, until he came across one well-worn envelope. He pulled the letter out, attempting to decipher the smudged, spiky handwriting.
LAYTON!
I have finally figured out how to get back at you! I have taken what you value most-- the children. You must meet me at NOON in the SQUARE or you will never see them again! Ahahahahaaaaa!
Your hated enemy,
DON PAOLO
Layton set the letter down on the table, and then his coffee down upon it. He watched the coffee ring spread and smudge Don Paolo's words further. And then he smiled.
At one o'clock, Layton got up from his late breakfast, dressed, and went to his office. He whistled a cheery tune on the way.
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