Candyland (candyfics) wrote,

Ignorance is Bliss (PL)

Title: Ignorance is Bliss
Fandom: Professor Layton
Rating: PG
Word Count: 645
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: Ladies seemed to follow Layton around. It was rather strange.

“Ah, good morning, ladies,” Layton said with a tip of his hat. It was getting more and more common, it seemed, for him to step outside of the brownstone building where he lived with Luke and Flora and find a small group of women standing outside waiting for him.

It was odd, to say the least, but Layton was a gentleman, and so he graciously greeted them as he would any other lady. And just like every other morning, they responded as they always did: there were sighs and screams and squeals of delight.

It was very strange, to be perfectly honest, and he did not totally understand why they seemed so eager to see him. But he would be polite; Layton simply threw them a smile and went on his way, leaving the group of ladies to continue with their high-pitched noises.

Still, the whole thing was growing more and more odd, and becoming more and more invasive. It seemed now that there were ladies watching him wherever he went. They watched him from around corners, peered at him from windows, and…was that a camera? This was so bizarre.

But Layton had never claimed to totally understand women. He just knew that a gentleman was always polite and courteous to them, and so that was how he behaved. He even signed what appeared to be an autograph book for one charming young lady (it was a flattering request, to be sure).

As he walked away, he was sure that he heard her saying something, accompanied by the sound of that inexplicable ear shattering squealing. Again, he did not claim to grasp it, but he accepted it as one of those things he just wasn’t meant to understand.

One day, as he was out walking, he noticed a few young ladies watching him. He had stopped at a local flower shop; Flora had made the comment that she would like to have some flowers for her room, now that the weather had turned nice and the sun was shining in through the window. Since he had already been out doing a few things, so he stopped to accommodate her simple request. She asked for precious few things, really, so when she did ask, he was usually quite happy to oblige.

He chose orchids, having always thought them to be quite pretty. He paid and thanked the shopkeeper, and turned to leave—

And found himself being crashed into hard enough to knock both him and the other person to the ground. He landed hard on his back, the flowers dropping to the sidewalk beside him. When he glanced up, he saw long hair pulled back in a tail and tied with a white ribbon.

When she looked up, he saw a very pretty face, wide-eyed and flushed. “Oh! I-I’m dreadfully sorry…” she said, sitting back and touching one gloved hand to her lips.

Layton got to his feet and offered the girl a hand up. “Are you all right, miss?”

She blushed a dark, deep red as she accepted his hand. “Th-thank you, sir…”

He helped her to her feet and stooped to recollect the flowers he had gotten for Flora. Almost as an afterthought and a way to complete the apology, he pulled a single blossom from the bouquet and offered it to the young lady. “There you are, miss,” he said, tugging at the brim of his hat. “I apologize for the inconvenience.”

For a moment, he thought she was going to faint. But when she stayed on her feet, he turned and began walking back towards home. Behind him, the young woman (and several other observers who had joined her as soon as his back was turned) were left to sigh…

And to wonder how a man who was renowned for his brilliant intelligence and puzzle solving prowess could be so incredibly oblivious.

Tags: character: layton (hershel), fandom: professor layton, misc: one-shot

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