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The Golden Dagger | Chapter One

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Summary: When the princess in the tower flees and a mysterious object is causing great havoc among the Mysthallery community, it’s up to the whole puzzle family to sort this out, except they have an exconvict with them and a troubling figure looming over them. Who could be behind all of this? [Post-UF]

Rating: T, for mild swearing and mention of violence in later chapters.

Author’s note: I’m not entirely sure why, but I’m pretty damn invested in this fic? I have so many hopes for this to actually develop nicely and neat it’s fantastic. I can see myself screwing up as well. AH THE WONDER. By the way thanks dear reviewer n_n You made my day.

EDIT: I’ve become BNHA trash and my life is changed. Also, I was editing this (as I most usually do before posting) and this had so many typos I’m so dead.I’ll just carry on with this, or I’ll rant over and over.

“No, Luke, we have no croissants at home, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, not even some good quesadillas?”

“None of those… quesadillas, either.”

Luke sunk in his seat the slightest bit. Years had passed on him, it was physically apparent, but his childish antics were craved in his heart. “That’s a shame. I was hoping to get some food after such a long trip from Mysthallery over here.”

“Patience, my boy.” assured the professor, adjusting his slightly askew hat. Years had passed on him as well, but Claire’s hat hadn’t even moved an inch. “We shall have a pleasant food before packing.”

The boy beamed after hearing that. Mysthallery wasn’t particularly far from London, but he had been travelling from one place to another after landing. He had just come home from America after so many years overseas, many years of unnecessary sun – and the first thing he had done after his plane touched land was squeeze the air out of his mentor and jump into his car.

Make no mistake, Luke was having a good life in America: he had made lots of new friends and life there was interesting, different but interesting nonetheless. However, the thought of coming back to London had him squirming in the plane all the time.

So there he was, having a seizure over solving puzzles again with the professor and sorting out some mysteries if the opportunity was given. He was so glad to be by his side again, it had been too long for his liking. However, the matter at hand was serious – it was the main but only reason the Triton family had been called over to Mysthallery.

The village’s safety was at stake again. And this time, the situation gave him goosebumps like no other had ever done.

“I assume you are excited to see Flora as well.” Spoke the professor softly, who had been silently wondering about Flora’s whereabouts all day.

Weirdly enough, he hadn’t seen her since yesterday afternoon and the thought didn’t exactly put him at ease. Not seeing each other was a given, since the professor was constantly travelling or actually working – since, you know, he is actually a university teacher and he does have a job aside from his investigations. But this time, the professor hadn’t even seen her go to bed, just heard her move in bed from his bedroom.

Nod, nod. But the young man had noticed how Layton’s face had turned slightly grim. Something was going on inside the professor’s mind, and he was dying to inquire about it. So he just did. “Something wrong, professor?”

“Ah, nothing big.” answered the professor absent-mindedly. His mind was full of information about either university, the case they had been told about or Flora. In one corner of his mind, he was also thinking about how Luke had grown into a fine young man and how his voice had changed.

So well, nothing big wasn’t the most accurate terminology.

“I was just thinking about how we are going to tackle this complex matter. This… issue Mysthallery is suffering of is no bland subject, my boy. If the information I have been given isn’t mistaken, we’re confronting an enormous problem.”

Whatever the situation was, – which Luke wasn’t completely aware of for obvious matters, such as mostly his parents not wanting to scare the hell out of him – it must be something insidiously big, since the professor was genuinely worried and, for once, slightly intimidated. The professor had taught him to be brave, and he’d always stick to his mentor’s teachings.

However, seeing an almost parental figure quiver over what should be a rather silly matter was unsettling. “I’m sure we can do this, professor! After all, we’re no weaklings, and it’s us we’re talking about. I bet we’ll be fine.”

The professor tipped his hat approvingly, smiling. “Ah, it’s good to see your positive demeanor still beats in you, my boy.” his eyes spotted a shiny object leaning on the window. Luke took it, on cue. “Oh, what a bizarre place to find a coin. I should be more careful with where I leave my things from now on.”

“Still untidy as ever, professor.” laughed Luke good-naturedly. Some good things never change. “I hope your house is decently tidy, or that I will be able to pass through the front door!”

As anytime his untidiness was mentioned, his expression turned serious. “It is not that much of an issue anymore. Were that the case and Flora would be seething. She is surprisingly clean despite her slight inability to cook.”

Luke paled at the prospect of eating Flora’s questionable meals. He had missed her, but not her whole self. As in, her hugs, her shyness and most of all, her stubbornness to tag along with them and make it all feel a bit lighter. Yet, this didn’t mean her cooking came along with all those wonderful traits of her. It could actually drive away the worst of criminals.

Maybe, if Don Paolo or Clive had tried her cooking, they’d have returned her to the professor as soon as possible. Speaking of Clive… “Is Clive still staying with you, professor?”

“He moved out a few months ago, but he still drops by now and then. He has grown fond of us, it seems. We are in good terms with each other – concerning his relationship with Flora, though… that is a different story.”

Luke nodded, slightly taken aback. “I thought their relationship would have gotten better with time.”

“Well, they are civil with each other, but that’s to be expected. However, time will never heal all wounds, Luke.” explained Hershel. His brow wrinkled slightly. “I still remember that time when Clive thought that entering Flora’s bedroom from the window was a good idea.” both chuckled at the image. “That was an interesting day, indeed. Flora’s shriek still rings in my ear.”

“Yeah, you told me about that particular issue in one of your letters.” stated Luke, looking ahead. The sun was setting in London. “I had expected them to be at least friends. She’s anything but unkind.”

The professor laughed, as if it was a preposterous statement. “It seems like an obvious perception, but it’d say they’re acquaintances at best. Flora holds some grudges over Clive, which is normal. Their… story has been bumpy, I’d say.”

“Well, everyone’s story with Clive has been bumpy – he’s a redeemed sociopath.” stated the young boy bluntly, earning arched brows from his mentor. “However, I’d say it’s rather puzzling to know that Flora isn’t willing to bend a bit to the circumstances.”

The car turned and sped up a bit. “I do agree on that. She’s keen on forgiveness, given the times we left without her and she just swallowed it up. Futhermore, I can understand your bewilderment. But whatever grudges she holds against Clive, though, that’s another story. None of us were forcefully taken to a fortress against our own, but she was. Her irritation can be explainable for a short span of time.”

Luke crossed his arms. He hadn’t been able to spend time with Clive since he left for America just after the trials were over and he had been put to prison, making it impossible to see him before he was eventually released years later. Still, the professor had told him via letter how he had helped to rebuild London, how he had donated his remaining money to many orphanages and how he had just redeemed to the public eye. He was no saint, but seeing how he had regained the professor’s trust, he had most of Luke’s as well.

But, what had he done so wrong to have Flora, of all people, against him?

That guy must be an idiot.

“I just hope they can be peaceful with each other while we are in Mysthallery.” mumbled Luke, adjusting his cap while glancing outside. “We have no time for bickering.”

Hershel gulped. “I had intended to actually bring Clive along.”

Luke stared at his mentor with interested eyes. “What’s the big idea with that? Isn’t it a bit too soon?”

Seeing his panicking, trembling irises, the professor laughed. “Don’t worry, he won’t be taking your position as second assistant anytime soon, Luke. After all, no matter how many years pass, your place will always remain unchanged.”

Luke’s stone heart was so touched and drowning in nostalgia he had the sudden urge to cry. “I’m glad, professor.”

“Switching to another topic, did you bring all photos I told you about?”

“Ah, yes.” Luke looked through his loyal satchel. “My dad gave them to me in an envelope. They must- be here… huh?” the professor adverted his eyes from the darkish road to glance at his pupil briefly. “They’re not here!”

“Oh Luke, did you forget them at home?”

“I swear I didn’t!�� pouted he. He seemed offended that the professor had even thought about it for a second. Still, the professor seemed truly surprised. “I’ll search better when get there.”

“Whether the photographs are lost or not, I’m sure they will be around the city one way or another. Besides, I believe it will be better to see them there in a calmer atmosphere than here or at home. We must refrain from jumping into rushed conclusions.”

The professor just titled his hat a bit, not realizing how disturbing the case sounded if he was all about not being scared. “Professor, you’re kind of scaring me with such statements. Please, don’t be so vague.”

“It wasn’t in my intention to scare you, my boy. I just want you to be aware of what we may be facing before you come to terms with the matter at hand.” he looked at his tense pupil. “Though it surprises me your father hasn’t told you anything about it, or that you haven’t heard about it yourself.”

“Well, considering how busy I’ve been with college and how secretive my father is when it concerns Mysthallery, it’s shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.” answered Luke. “I just heard snippets of it from my parents talking to each other, but not much more. I felt it was an important issue.”

“It is important.” stated the professor dryly, parking his car in front of his house. Both exited the car, with Layton sighing while Luke jumped all the way to the front door. “I’d say that my bond with Mysthallery is what has me so concerned when it comes to its safety.”

“I am worried as well,” frowned Luke. The lamppost in front of the house’s door threw a shadow over Luke’s eyes, but it lit up instantly when the boy smiled. “But as long as we have faith on our capacities, we’ll be fine, professor!”

Hershel unlocked the front door and let Luke in, who stepped in and relished on seeing everything mostly the same.

“Ah, your positivity. It really takes me back, my boy.” whispered the professor with a warm smile, seeing him so upbeat upon just seeing the house. It’d always be his house no matter how far he went, or how much time he was away. And the professor was sure that Luke knew this as well.

As soon as Luke hung up his blue coat and cap, he went upstairs – skipping some stairs out of excitement, and searched for Flora. He went to her room instinctively thinking that Flora hadn’t probably heard them coming or maybe, she was asleep or even listening to music with headphones or something. Albeit the logic of his reasoning, he didn’t see Flora there, so he kept looking.

Meanwhile, the professor checked that all his papers were sorted, that there was no puzzle remaining unsolved in the table and that there was no uneven number of pens among his papers. He hummed in approval and proceeded to give Clive a call so he knew they were ready to part as soon as Flora came down. He was sure Flora already knew about the issue he had to attend to, so she’d understand why she couldn’t tag along this time.

Besides, they wouldn’t be away for that long, so she’d be at ease knowing they’d come back soon. Hershel smiled. She was so sweet, fretting over their safety and missing them so much. It only made the situation crueler to him, leaving her so he could do his business. He just hoped Flora would forgive them once again. At least they’d warn her this time. It made it better, right?

Honestly, it didn’t make it a single bit better. Shrugging those thoughts aside, he dialed Clive’s number.

“Professor?” the called hummed in response. “Where’s Flora?”

As soon as he heard those words from Luke, he stiffened. Layton glanced at the clock in a nearby wall. Half past nine. “She must have gone out for an urgent errand, Luke!” answered he back. His pupil’s silence seemed like an approval to him.

Still, her absence, though valid, rattled inside his head for a few minutes. He dialed Clive’s number again and waited with unease. Her being gone so late in the night worried him. And for god’s sake, it’s Flora we’re talking about. Why would she leave so suddenly when she’d be seeing Hershel and Luke after so long? Something was missing.

“Hello, professor?”

Layton sighed, somehow relieved. “Clive, I’m sorry to be asking this of you so late in the night, but could you bother giving Flora a call while we finish sorting things out at home? We’ll be ready in a minute or so.”

Clive hit something on the other end. “What on earth? Isn’t she with you?”

“She must have decided to take a walk around London or something, or she might be returning from the library.” answered the professor, trying to convince himself that her absence was normal. It was a petty try, though. “Please do make a call. We need to tell her we’ll be leaving.”

“It’s no bother, I’ll call her and… we’ll meet at your house and part to Mystharelly.”

The professor chuckled. “Mysthallery, Clive. I noted it down for you.”

The other mumbled something along the lines of “my bad.” and hung up, supposedly calling Flora right after. The professor took some of the files that Clark had given to him and eyed them with a clinic eye, his mental engines working together for a few minutes until he heard noise upstairs. Something seemed to have fallen. Hard.

“Luke? Is everything alright?”

The response came muffled. “Ah, I’m fine, professor! I was trying to reach for a puzzle Flora had over here!”

“Luke, don’t invade others’ rooms, it’s not what a gentleman does!”

He heard a curt apology from his friend and tuned the obvious chatter of chairs upstairs out, knowing Luke would do just fine with whatever puzzle Flora had. Why hadn’t she solved it by herself, though? She is pretty able with puzzles herself, not many escaped her grasp that easily.

Maybe the professor hadn’t been around enough to help her out with it? It was a nasty thought, but it was highly unlikely. He was a good parental figure, not flawless, but he’d always be there for his children when they needed him. And Flora was no exception. She just couldn’t be an exception.

This definitely was not the moment to think about his parental figure when they had a pretty damn serious matter at hand. Jesus, life sometimes got hard on him when times got like this. He shouldn’t be panicking so much, Flora had no reason to be in any danger: they weren’t meddling with a heritage, an ancient treasure, or even a time machine. Well, they did have something to do at the moment, but they hadn’t even stepped in Mysthallery, for the love of that’s living and breathing.

Worst case scenario: Flora had gone to the library and got lost in the way home. Clive would surely locate her and tell her the situation, making her run home immediately and bid them goodbye. Then they’d part ways and he’d be very relieved that Flora would stay at home, far away from danger. She wasn’t suited for those dark places: she must be protected, taken care of and nurtured with passion, like a good plant.

At least, that’s how the Professor saw it. He couldn’t really envision Flora kicking people off their shoes like Emmy used to. The picture didn’t sit well with him, either. Just witnessing any of his beloved performing any sort of violence gave him uncomfortable chills. Well, not with Emmy: she was pure adrenaline and wilderness. Flora was a complete opposite.

And he wouldn’t have her any other way, really. Nobody would.

The professor, in his state of growing distress, didn’t notice Luke approaching him. “She sure is taking her sweet time, huh?”

“It seems to be like it. Forgot to mention as well, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about bringing Clive along. I hope you don’t have much problem with that.”

Luke shook his head. “I’m not particularly pleased with the idea – after all, having a reformed criminal travelling with us wouldn’t bode well with anybody. But I’m easy. He’s an intelligent man and he has proved himself to be useful.” after a moment, he tapped his chin in deep thought. “Well, the experience we had with him was mostly made up, so there was little true personality and abilities shown to us, but I deem him to be able enough.”

“Your judgement seems valid, my boy. I can tell you by the time I’ve spent with him that he won’t cause us any trouble legal or personal-wise.” the professor looked at the clock once again, getting impatient. “He might have done terrible things in the past that we have behind us right now. I think the last thing we should think about is about Clive’s past actions, and think of him as a partner.”

“I’ll always put the case above our personal grudges, but I won’t be excessively forgiving, either. I’m not a child anymore, and I know where to draw the line.” the image of Flora being taken hostage by their next comrade and himself being beaten to the ground by a plant came to mind. “Besides, if Flora has given him the cold shoulder, I can’t have full reliance on him.”

Layton sighed. Luke could be terrifyingly stubborn when things came down to such harsh times. “I do agree that Flora’s apprehension towards Clive is rare and to be taken into account, but please, don’t make that the pillar of your whole opinion about him.”

“It’s not like I’m biased! But Clive did permit himself to let us interact with him on personal levels. And I can’t even imagine what Flora and him did while we escaped the Pagoda, or how they even did so considering that Clive had full access to the place since it was his to start with!” Luke buried his face in his hands, suddenly overwhelmed with theories and weird presumptions.

He gasped, out of the blue. “What if he actually had some kind of bonding time with Flora during their little escape?” Layton nearly choked. “Maybe he saw her weak appearance, got her breaking points and took her deeming her to be most appropriate as a hostage! What if she discovered his act and he threatened her? Considering she was with a severe terrorist sociopath, he could have done all kinds of harm to her!”

Luke paled considerably and whispered, softly, afraid. “What if even wanted to have bonding intercourses with her, professor!”

“Luke, you must be extremely tired to even reach that conclusion” sighed the professor, stiff as a pole. “considering that Flora was 16 and Clive is not a pedophile of any sorts. The most adventurous thing they did was probably play cards, or maybe she asked questions about her future self, like she immediately did once meeting him. The latter is the most likely option.”

“Whatever, I just can’t keep thinking about it. We mistakenly left Flora with a terrorist, and a part of my heart will never be able to live knowing that.”

The professor slightly sunk in his sofa, sighing. “We did have a big miss there, now that you bring the subject up. But if Clive wanted to keep his charade intact, perhaps hurting Flora or intimidating her in any way wouldn’t be the wisest action. After all, he dig a lot in our lives to impersonate you.”

“Even if he didn’t investigate that deeply, Flora is a meek person by nature. Her background imposes such trait, and it just comes to the surface once you just glance at her.”

“She chased us around St. Mystère on her own, even while she surely knew that Don Paolo was lurking in the shadows. I wouldn’t consider her to be as meek as we consider her to be.” answered the professor. He remembered those times with deep detail. “She’s shy with new people, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t brave in her own way. Her initiative to step into the Molentary Express and the time machine all those years ago proves so.”

Luke clicked his tongue. His perception of those times isn’t as light as the professor remembers them, but seeing how troubling his past and late years had been, they must have been relatively happy days. “She indeed is brave.”

“Don’t be afraid of Clive, or that much scornful towards him. Normalization will help make the situation lighter and tie loose ends with him. I’d say it’s better to have him as a friend than an enemy, wouldn’t you say?”

The thought of Clive with a hidden gun in his pocket waiting for him fell on him like a cold dash of water and shook his heart. “Very m-much so!”

The door swung open and a dramatically breathing Clive stepped in, taming his hair into place after what seemed like a long run to the professor’s place. His next words shook his ground. “Clive, please take a moment to recompose you-“

“I, I can’t find Flora anywhere!”

That was the moment when both Luke and Hershel that he hadn’t brought her along. Luke gasped and got up (that was when Clive noticed him).

“What do you mean by anywhere, Clive?” asked the professor, calm on the outside and almost raging inside.

The other took a deep breath and grasped at his shirt. “I called her several times and she didn’t answer, but her phone was operative. I searched for her at the library, her favorite market,” Flora has a favourite market? Luke asked to the air. “the park, in that goddamn café near the Thames that is always so jam-packed with people– I searched around her comfort zone, not that she should be there because it’s late in the night and she’s not much of a night walk person.”

Luke’s face went straight into panic mode, looking with desperation at the professor, who seemed to be wrapped, in check, under control, until he realized that his hands were actually shaking and that was no fucking good. He came with a quick solution to their predicament as a little patch-up. “I’ll leave a note and make a quick call, we have to part now or we won’t have time for anything productive in Mysthallery. The sooner we get there, the better.”

Clive frowned, obviously with the cheap solution to the issue. “Are you serious, professor? How are we gonna leave Flora on her own without saying as much of a goodbye or an explanation?”

The professor had already written down whatever petty excuse he had for Flora, pretty similar to the same apologies he came up with when he had to deal with these situations. He faced Clive. “First, she’s a perfectly able adult now. Second, I’ve told her where to call as soon as she gets home from whatever she’s doing. And third, in case the worst happens, I’ll be making a quick call while we start the car and part to Mysthallery.”

“Professor, Clive is sorta right about this. We’re making an abrupt run from this and Flora deserves a proper, in-person explanation at least. What if something happened to her while she was out, or even fled from home with a lover?”

The professor chuckled at the last option. “I honestly doubt Flora is seeing somebody these days. And you know perfectly well that Flora has no reason to leave on her own. The first option is much more likely than the other ones, and that’s why I’ll be calling.”

Watching Clive’s reaction, Layton’s reasoning didn’t convince him in the slightest. He was overly paranoid and internally hysterical, and didn’t think none of those statements were 100% true like Layton was pretending them to be. He shut his mouth nonetheless, because he was being reasonable and his imaginary scenarios were incredibly unlikely to happen. However, Flora’s words the day before played in his head over and over, like a broken record.

Once all documents needed were put together and everything was double-checked, they proceeded to the Laytonmobile. After a heated but unspoken raw with Luke over the front seat, Clive sat by Hershel while Luke sulked at the back. He’d get some decent sleep, at least.

Layton dialed a familiar number. The young person who answered in the other line grunted pleased greeting before the professor staggered around his failure as a parent.

“Yes, Kat? Thank goodness you answered. You see, I’m in a bit of a predicament here…”

While the professor sorted things out with whoever he was speaking so quickly with, Flora’s dejected face reflected in the back of Clive’s mind. The car roared to life shortly after.

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icechipsx · 8 years ago

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The Golden Dagger | Prologue

Read at FF.net.

Rating: T, for mild swearing and mention of violence in later chapters.

Author’s note: I’m so excited to be finally giving a little bit of shape to this story I’ve had going on in my head for a while, be a little patient though, it may take a while to complete. Just have a little prologue, with some Flora plotting. It’s a prologue, a short one, so don’t expect great argument chunks being revealed already xD. By the way

Flora liked to consider herself a good woman. Despite her faults as a human being, those faults no one could ever change no matter how much somebody tried to. To her, somebody could only change a certain percent of themselves, and that was it. Sometimes, it was enough – sometimes, it just plain wasn’t.

The young heiress knew very well the thin line between being stupid and being forgiving. Sometimes, the limits were blurred in tears, confusion, or utter disappointment. She had faced these very situations where she was either terribly concerned about other people, others, scarcely often, beyond pissed. However, Flora usually found herself being pitifully disappointed.

People, usually. Like, it was usually people who disappointed her, made her build fake illusions and impressions. Growing up with those backstabbing deceits and insecurities made her very aware of her surroundings, of the people who were around her, and that some people could – betraying what she thought before – hold ill intentions. Being brought up in a tall tower had its inconveniences. Yes, it had good views on a lush landscape, and was incredibly good to avoid pestering tourism concerning a heiress.

No matter the good intentions of her father, she had been so alone. She had grown in a place so close to thunderstorms, and so isolated, yet supposed to believe she had company and that she couldn’t meet the outside world. She was terrified: terrified of the outside world, terrified of meeting new people when all she had had was Bruno and howling winds during breezy nights.

Being held in the top of a tower was deceiving, and not ideal if you asked her. But ask her: she possibly wouldn’t have had it any other way. Had she been a commoner, the Professor wouldn’t be there with her-

Ah, well, he currently isn’t with her. He wasn’t with her very often, neither was he now for that matter. Flora, age 22 and a blooming flower sometimes felt like, despite having moved miles away from her home, felt like her ache and solace hadn’t moved an inch from the bleak home of her tower. Almost ten years had passed ever since she had been driven away from the robotic village, yet her dainty stance in life hadn’t changed. She was still weak as she was right then, still passive and hidden in a massive crowd.

So there she was, reading that goddamn letter again with a single candle as her companion, long past sunset. She looked at the sentences pointedly, as if trying to decipher a hidden message, any puzzle to comprehend the meaning or reason behind the letter. Flora grasped the sheet tight, frowning. Had it all come to this?

The girl ran a hand through her face and sighed in frustration. Things would never change if she didn’t- if she just didn’t-

“Flora?”

The mentioned hummed absent-mindedly, still staring at the paper in her hand as if it held her whole life. Her expression turned grim when she saw the undesired face of an offender staring at her through the window in front of her. Well, he was not an offender, but he clearly was the closest thing to one. His antics were clearly not sane and someone, just someone had to explain that barging into her bedroom through the window was not the way to go on life.

She got up from her chair, which scraped the ground, titled and fell. She sure wasn’t having none of his antics today, not with serious matters going through her head. The door flew open and there he stood, trench coat on and that scar on his forehead barely visible.

“Clive, what the actual-“

“Language, Flora.” He breezed through the doorstep and rearranged his shirt. It was slightly wrinkled. “I reckon the Professor taught you better words to greet a guest.”

She was sure he referred to Hershel as Professor either out of respect or just to mock her. And yes, it wasn’t in her to swear, but yes, she wasn’t having the best of days. Unneeded thoughts were rattling her head endlessly and Clive was not going to help. He never helped unless it was with terrorism and general havoc. Flora would never think otherwise. She still held her kind nature towards him, since being snarky and moody to him wouldn’t help the situation.

However, he clearly didn’t give a damn about her so she wasn’t really to blame if Clive came across as a narcissistic ex-convict who had redeemed, sure, but still had a long way to go. Specially with her.

“First of, you’re not a guest, there was no previous warning of you coming by.” Which was fancy talk for: ‘I don’t want you here, but I’ll put up with it’. Flora put the letter back on its envelop. “And secondly, whatever business you have with the Professor shall wait, he’s out in one of his business he never tells me about.”

Clive rose an eyebrow. “I see.”

If he was trying to play obvious or was being as emotionally dumb as usual, she didn’t know. What was clear to her was that him being there or even existing in the same place as her drained her energy, so she cut to the chase.

“Clive, what is it that you need?”

He tugged at his collar. Flora welcomed the gesture, she was uncomfortable as well. “I was hoping to take you for a walk.”

Flora gave no meaningful reaction and minded her own business taking imaginary dust from nearby books, acting as meek as usual when the unexpected happened. “Take me for a walk?” she sounded genuinely surprised for the first time.

“Well, yes.”

Both looked out the window simultaneously and reached the same conclusion.

“It’s dark, and it’s raining cats and dogs outside, though.”

“I’m aware.”

There was something behind his eyes that made her hold her breath and remember that he wasn’t kind, honest, trustworthy – despite what Hershel said in the end, or mildly friendly. She had kind of forced herself to believe that after he had kidnapped her, had become another one of her kidnappers who took her to spit on the Professor, as if she was an object or a damsel on distress. She was oh, so tired of that.

And Clive had dared to tie bonds with her even when he sure had planned taking her away on the first place. He would always remain as a douche despite him forcing himself to spend time with her, like he intended to do now.

She just withdrew the fight. They weren’t on good terms, but that didn’t give her the right to be a pain to him. She wanted to change things, but had no hope on him wanting to. She would never be worth apologizing to, it seems. Nobody ever did, anyway. Not the Professor most of the times, nor Luke, Paolo, and sure not Clive, either.

It was so sad.

“We should go before the weather worsens.” stated she in a rather stale manner, but it was a good sign. “Let’s stay close the neighborhood anyway, just in case the rain gets heavier.”

Clive courtly nodded, dazed by the fact that she had stopped being so stubborn on rejecting him and was starting to give the charade up, even if it was for an hour or so. He opened the door for her, grabbed one of her jackets quickly and went on ahead, handing the piece of clothing to her.

The climate wasn’t exactly cold, and she was wearing that smooth cream turtleneck which was a bit too warm for that temperature. However, Clive had noted, she was a bit sensitive to cold, so she always wore warm clothing despite it being not so cold. She was always stuffed in jerseys and coats.

However, as they walked along the Thames in the middle of a night drizzle, he noticed how her complexion was slightly hunched over and she gripped her hands a bit tighter than usual. He was a bit too prone to looking into those little details that gave people away. Watching her dwelling on her inner turmoil, focused on a faraway trail of thought that he couldn’t comprehend right now; it set on all his alarms: something was off with her.

And yes, she wasn’t usually that expressive, keeping herself to herself and appearing naïve and passive. In the past, her feelings had taken refuge on her mind, never spoken out loud or physically expressed for that matter. Her torment must be pretty damn huge if she’s being so silent but loud about it.

Flora suddenly stopped in her tracks. Clive walked a few steps forward before stopping and glancing behind him. Confusion was evident in his eyes.

“Clive.” she spoke his name, no venom but utmost care and fragility were evident in her voice. “Do you think I’m a burden?”

He turned and approached her, something akin to concern almost visible in his dark irises. She didn’t even spare a glance up, focusing on the wet pavement under her feet. She did look up shortly after though, just after she had found courage to look at him without wavering. “Do you think I’m left behind… because I’m useless?”

The way she whispered that sentence spoke volumes to him. That thought must have been in her head for a while if she was so unsure about it, so distraught and seemingly peachy. This was a weak spot for her, and the fact that she was asking him moved him. He could go and shatter her heart, make a run for it and forget about her existence based on what she thought about him— but she actually asked him despite the emotional risk. Her concerns must be above all those judgements, then.

Clive cleared his throat and tried to muster all the care he could in his eyes to cheer her up. He was increasingly uncomfortable with her silence and grey aura. “I think the Professor does not really considerate whether you are useful to him or his investigations, but looks after you by hiding you from his investigations.”

“Yes, I-I know.” her eyes were cast down again, shadowing her irises. “But why did he always bring Luke along then? Why would he actually do so when he’s younger and…?”

Dead silent. She just trailed off after that. The age argument was solid enough for her, and for Clive as well. He was still damn sure that the Professor would never think so low of Flora, somebody he thinks of as a daughter and holds deep care for, to leave her behind just because she isn’t useful to him. Of course Hershel Layton wouldn’t do such a thing to Flora. It would be much more to be expected from Clive– actually, he kinda did that years ago to her in his fortress, but it was a different situation, different reasons and something he regretted doing.

But why was Flora being so insecure about it? Wasn’t it logical to think that your prosthetic father was just caring for you in a fatherly way? What kind of petty insecurity had gotten into her to make her worked up about it? Clive had so many questions to ask her, but it wasn’t his place to ask.

It wasn’t his business to dig into it when she was still rejecting all his advances, and mostly when he didn’t know her well enough to know if this was just a little fish nibbling her heart or there was something bigger than that behind it. However, it struck him as weird to see her giving it so much thought when it didn’t seem to bother her that much anymore lately.

Something had clicked on her. And he didn’t like it one bit.

Flora mustered up a smile, quivering. “It’s alright.” It didn’t seem to be. “I was just… wondering, that’s all.”

How dare she smile when she seemed so torn a few moments ago? How could she build her walls around her so quickly so he wouldn’t peek and see what was going on? It was unnerving to see her rejecting his intents to make up whenever they had the opportunity and he just wished she’d stop being so scornful and realize he wants to be friends, or at least be at ease with each other. Why can’t she forgive him like everyone else had instead of being so closed off?

He stopped toying with the subject so he wouldn’t carry a headache home along with his disappointment. This wasn’t how the walk was supposed to unfold. And yet again, there was something nagging at him, whispering that something bigger than that was bothering her. He couldn’t help but be earnestly worried about it.

“Clive?”

She stopped walking when he didn’t follow her. The boy snapped out of his troubling reverie and caught up with her. “Are you sure you are fine?”

Her nod was enthusiastic and apparently honest. “Yes! Don’t give it much thought, please. It was just a little thought I was rolling today, but I’m fine now!”

Somehow, despite seeing her so shiny and easy, her sudden glee seemed hollow and mildly faked at best. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with her. Clive was keen on overthinking stuff and being paranoid about basically every detail in his life – like that time he found out an ant in his apartment and thought it was a plague. That being said, he was usually right on his statements, but this time, he let it pass. If Flora wasn’t going to spill the beans, he wouldn’t bother to even try.

He had done enough to show he was there for her, whatever she decided to do with that was her problem, not his. And clearly today wasn’t the ideal day for bonding, so he just called it a day and took her home. He wished her a good night and left quickly, hearing the door shut and click not long after.

Flora took off her coat and sighed. They had been out for not even half an hour and her mind felt as if she had been through hell and back. Her torment was still there, even after basically weeping in front of Clive. She still felt lonely, weak, and most importantly, clueless as to what to do.

She glanced at the envelope and frowned. If the world wasn’t going to move for her, if the tower wouldn’t come crashing down on her, then she’d have to do something about it. With a swift movement, she took the envelope, letter inside, and the flame that dimly illuminated the room faded away.

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Mistrust | Chapter 1

FF.net (unnavailable atm)

Summary: Rosa had enough with her adventure as a Pokemon trainer; and don’t get her started with her side jobs as a journalist or actress. However, one night changes her world as, one night, she meets Christoph, the superstar with a familiar smile. And that’s when all her problems started.

Rating: K+

Author’s note: I just had to upload this as a little innaugurative fanfic for this sideblog

“Yancy, no.”

“But, Rosa! Rosa, Rosa, Rosa!”

“Don’t try to woo me! I’m not going.”

My friend, who I jokingly call evil minx at times, pouted and held the tickets in front of her. She had jumped at me and almost tackled me to the ground, squealing about some concert she had tickets for. Supposedly, she had religiously queued for hours and legally paid for them hours later, running all the way to Undella Town (where I was currently staying) and pestering me about the issue.

However, I knew best. I have seen Yancy making friends around the studios, talking with important people from the company. Heck, she has a bigger social life than me, and I am the one who works there!

…or at least I think. She has never told me what’s her job. She could perfectly work for Team Plasma without me knowing.

The point is, I’m sure she got a hand on those tickets thanks to her friends around the stardom. She’s a intelligent girl, she can get pretty much of everything she wants. That nervous and happy demeanor of hers is what attached her to me. We’re very good friends.

In moments like these, I wonder about my reliability at making decisions.

“Aw, you are no fun, Rosa!” seriously, Yancy was basically stalking me through the town. I had better things to do, like healing my Pokemon, getting some repels and antidotes, trainer business! “C'mon, you’ve been travelling nonstop through the region for weeks!”

I sighed knowingly – Yancy was going to pull the puppy eyes anytime now. “You know, I’d rather lay down in the studio for months if it were my choice but, alas, I have important things to take care of.”

“Don’t you enjoy travelling?”

“Not to this extent. I’d like to settle down for a while somewhere instead of sleeping in Pokemon Centers every night.” I inawardly looked down. “I haven’t seen my mom for a while, or even visited Bianca. I haven’t seen Curtis much lately, either.”

“We can tell Bianca to come!”

I shook my head. “Bianca is busy with her own business in Reverse Mountain.” I arched an eyebrow. “Oh, I forgot to ask, whose concert is this?”

“It’s Christoph! He’s having a big gig at Nimbasa, in the Music Stadium!”

Oh,Christoph?

“Oh, Christoph?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

I literally jumped at her edgy tone. “Nothing, nothing! It’s just that his music…”

“Yeah…?”

“He has a great voice, ok?” Yancy nodded. “And he’s a great showsman and journalist. But his songs… like, the lyrics? None of them make me scream.”

Yancy giggled. “Yeah, I guess the company is a bit too hard on him with those. I can admit that some of them don’t suit him much.”

“Agreed.”

“Are you coming, then?”

I stepped into the Pokemon Center with a pink girl trailing near behind. “Arceus, Yancy. Just-”

“Pretty please!” she bowed to me while I gave my six pokeballs to the nurse. She was looking at the weirdo I call friend with a doubitative look. “I’ve waiting for this ocassion for way too long! Besides, I already got the tickets! It’s a shame to let them go to waste without us enjoying them!”

“Yancy, I would very much appreciate it if you would stop screaming, people are looking at us and-”

“I don’t care! Just come with me!”

“Yancy!”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeease!”

I rolled my eyes and groaned, exhausted.

“Fine, got it, we’re going. Now stop it, please?” the nurse tapped my shoulder and handed me the pokeballs, thanking me or the visit and wishing us a farewell.

As we exited the building, Yancy hugged me tightly and smiled brightly. “You’re the best friend EVER! We’re gonna have the best of nights, I promise!”

I reclutantly hugged her back. Deep down, I was kind of excited, too. Even if I wasn’t the biggest of Christoph’s fans, I enjoy gigs in general. Before my trainer career had begun, I used to go to as many concerts of possible. I loved Nancy’s songs to death, some of them were extraordinaire, masterpieces!

Nate, a friend of mine, was a big fan of her too. As far as I’m concerned, he had met her in a concert, but I’m not sure if they had kept in touch after that. Speaking of Nate, where was he? I should give him a call.

But there was another person who needed to be called quickly. “Hey, Rosa?”

“Huh?”

“Thanks for coming with me. And now I’m speaking out of pure gratitude, not sheer excitement. I wish Nate would come along as well.”

Ah, and I should also mention that Yancy had an Snorlax-sized crush on Nate.

“Have you spoken to him lately?”

“He’s at Driftveil with a friend searching for a certain herb that he can’t find in the wilds.”

I shrugged. “There’s a big market there that sells traditional cures for Pokemon. Tell him tp try there!”

“I’m sure he didn’t know that, you’re so trustful. Thanks!”

“Trustful, you said?” I titled my head. I had never heard that from no one in my entire life.

“Yeah! Like, I feel like I can always come to you when I have a problem! And I can tell you anything I need to, any secrets! I can, can’t I?”

I blinked twice and remembered a certain problem with Curtis that had been bugging me for a few days. Sigh. “Can you?”

Yancy looked at me, expecting me to elaborate. I sank in a bench nearby and slumped like a piece of bland fabric. “What’s with that?”

I looked at the sky above us, feeling small. “I think that Curtis is hiding something from me.”

Curtis had been pretty distant lately. Whenever I called him, we would have a second-long chat and he would hang up, because he needed to get back to work. I didn’t even know where he worked at, but whatever that kept him so busy wasn’t good. Once, I called him and he picked up dressed in a weird costume. I don’t remember what it looked like because it was a short glimpse and it’s been long since then, but I’d know if I saw it again.

“Don’t you know what he works as?”

“No, and it’s driving me insane.” I tugged at my hat. “It’s distancing us from each other. Whenever I call, he hungs up in a minute or so because he has to get his work done.” I sighed gripping my arms. “And, doesn’t he trust me enough to tell me what’s going on? Why not?”

I saw Yancy shrink after hearing that. “I see.”

“It… it kinda hurts a bit.” I spoke bluntly, feeling my hands tremble with hidden sadness. “But I guess he has his reasons to keep his mouth shut.”

Yancy stayed silent for a few seconds, as if pondering what to say. She, too, didn’t seem to know a bit about that. “You can always ask him about it for your birthday. By the way, I’m sorry I won’t be attending.”

I silently thanked her for changing the subject, because I didn’t like to dwell on the topic for too long. “It’s ok. Not many people are coming anyway, so I guess I’ll postpone it for a few days.”

“Why is that so?”

“Bianca’s busy, you’re busy, Nate’s busy, and Hugh…”

“Hugh?”

“He told me he loathed being a third wheel.” Yancy snorted. “So I guess it’ll only be Curtis and I. That, if he makes it like he promised.”

“It would be a good time for him to spill the beans about that mushy stuff.”

“Yeah. But I think I’ll let the topic go for now-”

“Do you really think he doesn’t trust you?”

I snapped my head back up and looked at her. Yancy held some kind of hurt look, as if it pained her to speak about it. She took my hand gingerly, pouring words into my heart instead of my ears. “If he isn’t telling you, it may be because he’s afraid of doing so. Maybe… you won’t see him the same ever again.”

At this point, her glance was off casted and she was kind of trembling. This set my mental alarms on fire, I went wild after seeing her so defeated. “Yancy, why are you so-”

“I’m-”

I gripped her hands tightly, interrupting her. The first thing that came to my mind was that she was hiding something from me too, but I shook the thought away. She was was too nice and sincere to cheat like that. Besides, what thing could be so terrifying to change my opinion about her, or them both? Nah.

“Is this… because of Nate?”

She looked at me deeply and… kind of nodded after a while. “Nate won’t stop liking you even if he knew you love him, Yancy. If you care about somebody, you won’t change your view on them for such a silly thing. Even if it was something more important than that, he would see the same in you.”

“Do you think so?” I nodded eagerly. “Do you think that if I kept a secret from him and then told him about it… he wouldn’t be mad?”

“Personally, I wouldn’t. If you’re keeping it inside it’s for a reason, right? I wouldn’t get mad as long as it’s not because you have serious trust issues against me.”

“You wouldn’t?”

I shook my head curtly.

“Even if it was a big secret I’m keeping from you?” she was shivering now, as if holding a strong feeling in. Her hands were white fists, holding something stronger than her in.

“You’re scaring me, Yancy. What’s got you so altered? Look, if you don’t wanna tell me, that’s ok, I-”

“It’s not that!”

I let go of her hands at the very moment she snapped. She then started to tremble with fear, and refused to look anywhere but her tighs.

“Yancy.”

I put a hand on her shoulder, making her look up. “It’s ok. Whenever you’re ready, you can tell me.”

“But, I-”

“I’ll admit, you’ve scared me a bit, but I’m ok with that as long as you’re ok with it as well. Whatever it is, I trust you.” I said dismissedly, because that’s all there was to it. I didn’t want to push her any further than this.

I never liked to dwell in dramas too much, and Yancy was too altered to give a proper explanation about it. Besides both of us needed a rest.

All I knew was that our friendship wouldn’t change no matter the secrets both Curtis and Yancy kept inside.

At least, that’s what I used to think.

Because now, I’m destroyed.

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