Fandom: Magic Kaito/Professor Layton crossover
Word Count: 1495
Disclaimer: I don't own Magic Kaito or Professor Layton. But they’re both awesome! Also, SOME SPOILERS FOR THE GAME!!
From the air, the village of St. Mystere seemed rather charming. It was just your average quiet, quaint village in the English countryside. Nothing really extraordinary about it, save for the enormous, oddly-shaped tower stretching up in the middle of it. It was quite a sight; it bent at strange angles, and looked rather like a child had taken some plastic buildings and haphazardly melted them together in the bizarre ritual of a future pyromaniac.
Whoever the architect was on that piece of work was either brilliant and light years ahead of his time…or on massive quantities of psychedelic drugs. The jury was still out on that.
Kaitou Kid pondered the tower as he flew towards it. It seemed the best place to land, as most of the other buildings in the town were very small. From there, he could make his way down into the village proper and see about the treasure that was said to hide there.
A few days earlier, two high school students from Japan (Nakamori Aoko and Kuroba Kaito) had arrived in England to visit a friend of theirs, Hakuba Saguru, who had been a student at their school.
Upon their arrival, they had heard a story being passed around by many of the locals. In a small, isolated village, the local leader (one Baron Reinhold) had passed away. And it seemed the town was in an uproar over the contents of the Baron’s will, for he was a very wealthy man. The will had proclaimed that the entirety of his fortune would go to the one who found the Golden Apple, his greatest treasure, which was hidden somewhere in the village. According to the stories, the entire town was searching for the reputed treasure.
Aoko had frowned and made a comment questioning the Baron’s mental state at the time of his death.
Hakuba had agreed with her.
Kaito’s Sparklie Radar had pinged.
It had taken some doing to sneak away from his friends, but he had managed. And his claim had more or less ensured that he—or rather, the dummy left in his place—would be left alone. The threat of the smell alone would keep people at bay.
It was embarrassing, but no one said being a world-class phantom thief was all glamour.
After some careful consideration, he had decided not to send a heist note. First of all, it would be more ammo for Hakuba to use against him, and he just didn’t want to give the detective that satisfaction. The half-Brit could be so annoying when something proved him right. And secondly, something told him that there was more to the story than initially met the eye—or ear, as it were.
So he opted for secrecy, assuming that things would reveal themselves.
The name of it was bothering him, though. The Golden Apple. At first glance, it seemed that it would be merely an apple cast out of gold. But there were many other connotations associated with such a thing. In Greek mythology, Eris rolled the Golden Apple of Discord into a banquet of the gods, inscribed with the words “For the fairest,” an act of bitterness which set in motion a series of events that ultimately triggered the Trojan War.
It would be interesting to see what kind of Golden Apple was awaiting him in St. Mystere.
But for the moment, he needed to focus; he was in position now. He collapsed the glider and dropped the meter or so to the platform at the top of the strange tower. Straightening, he quickly brushed himself off and looked around. The view up there would have incredible…if the place hadn’t been surrounded by a thick mass of black, swirling clouds.
Doubly strange, considering that the rest of the sky had been sunny.
Even more odd was the fact that there was a cottage crowning the structure. And it did not seem to be any hermit’s shack, either, as might have been expected. It was large, and in extremely good condition. It looked more like someone’s summer vacation home than anything else.
With a shrug, he slipped inside and peered around. His initial impression from the outside had proven to be correct, but something of an understatement. The interior of the house was lavishly decorated, and definitely fit for a king or queen. His trained eye glanced around and began trying to estimate the value of the various furnishings and decorations.
If he was right, there was enough money imbedded in the entryway alone to put him through college three times, and still have enough left over to pay for his first car. Whoever lived here (or at the very least whoever had built the place) was definitely not impoverished.
And he again thought of what he had heard of the late Baron. He was to have been a wealthy man.
Perhaps the Golden Apple was hidden here? It seemed an appropriate place for Reinhold to have hidden his greatest treasure. The house itself seemed quite accustomed to fine things, and the setting of the house assured that no random strangers were just going to waltz in.
Unless those random strangers knew how to fly, of course.
As he moved into the house, he heard footsteps coming towards him. One hand instinctively moved to the pocket that held his card gun as he whipped around, knees bent in preparation to run if need be.
“Who are you?” a soft female voice asked.
The person who moved into view—the source of the footsteps—appeared to be a young woman. She couldn’t have been any older than Kaitou Kid himself. Still, it was hard to tell for certain; she wore a scarf over her head, and glasses that obscured what seemed to be pretty features.
She clasped her hands demurely in front of her. “Who are you?” she repeated her question.
Manners took over, and Kaitou Kid executed a courtly bow. “Ah, I beg your pardon, Miss,” he said, pulling a white rose from midair and offering it to her. “I am searching for something.”
“The Golden Apple,” she said knowingly; still, she took the rose with the very faintest of smiles. “Did you come through the puzzle doors?”
“The doors in the towers,” she insisted.
“I didn’t come up through the tower,” he admitted. This town seemed to be getting more and more odd with every new thing he heard about it.
“How did you get here, then?”
For a moment, he thought she was going to accuse him of insanity. But instead, she simply nodded. “I see. I’ve been watching the village. I hadn’t seen you here before.” She sighed and tilted her head to the side. “There have been a lot of outsiders in our village lately. They’re searching for the Apple. I think the detective is the one who will find it—“
“A detective?” Kid’s head snapped up. “Is he wearing glasses?”
“No,” she shook her head. “A top hat.”
“Ah.” Suddenly, he wanted to meet this rumored detective. He obviously had excellent fashion taste.
“Again, who are you?” she said.
“A thief,” he admitted. “I came to search for the Golden Apple.”
She might have flushed under her scarf and glasses; it was hard to tell. “I’m afraid it’s not something one can walk off with so easily. I know of the Golden Apple, but I don’t know a great deal about the will or where my father’s treasure is hidden—”
“Your father?” Kid interjected, not intending to be rude. Definitely a strange town.
She put both her hands over her mouth and took a step back, as though she had said something wicked.
It took a moment for him to add up all the pieces he had been handed in the course of this conversation, and he invariably arrived at one conclusion. “I see…” he smiled, despite the fact that there weren’t any shinies for him to take. Still, his instinct had been right—there was more to the story than what the gossips were wagging about. And he was glad he had opted to not send the note. “Well, I apologize for the intrusion, Miss. I will take my leave. Have a pleasant evening.”
With a bow, he took a step towards the door, but paused when he felt something solid under his foot. He looked down, and noticed a slight bulge in the rug, as though something were beneath it. Taken with his normal curiosity, he stooped and lifted a corner of the rug…
And found a small coin.
Straightening, he turned to her and held it out. “Ah, Miss, I believe you dropped this.”
She waved a hand. “You keep it.”
“But I couldn’t take money from—“
“It’s not money.”
“No. It’s a hint coin.”
Kid blinked. “A hint coin.”
“Yes. It will help you solve the puzzles.”
“…well, all right then.”
It was official. St. Mystere was weird.
PS. I finished playing this game, and it just screamed for a crossover, as well as at least one fic of its own. I think I gave Flora a little more personality than she has in the game…but we see her for all of ALMOST NO TIME AT ALL. I think we’ll get to see more of her in the second game, though *hopehopehope*