Okay, okay, OKAY! I know, this is a weird combination of stories, BUT IN SOME WAYS IT CAN BE DONE YES? NO? MAYBE?! I DUNNO.

This was actually inspired from a comment I made. And that Giant chandelier from the second game.

This will update sporadically.

Also, I don't own professor Layton.

Also, I am sorry for any inconsistencies, spelling errors, or grammar errors I made. Can you believe I have NO word on this laptop and had to write this all in notepad??

Any way, ON WITH THE FICTION!

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"This is the strangest thing you've ever done, Professor." Luke said, eying the letter that his mentor had previously given him while'st on a taxi towards a very strange destination. "I mean, really ..."

"My dear boy ..." Layton began, touching the edge of his hat, "With a bit a creativity, anything strange to you may not be to others."

Luke held the parchment gingerly in his hand: It's edges were torn and ripped, the paper folded so many times it would surely break, yellowed from age, its ink written in a dark, crimson-like color ... Luke felt that each time his hands touched this aged parchment, he would have upon his soul ... a curse of sorts ... as if this paper had seen sins that should not be retold to mortal ears.

His eyes scanned the note. He was fairly good in his french to understand the basics, but much of the time, he had to have his professor translate it for him (How he even knows French in the first place is beyond him). The only words he could decipher were "I need your assistance", "Opera House", "Auction", "Grand-daughter", and his mentor's name. What gave him chills, besides the fact he couldn't understand most of the letter, that it was signed by the initials "O.G."

It had arrived at their doorstep a mere two weeks ago, put into an envelope sealed with a wax marking with a skull engraving upon it. Luke was sure it was a Death threat sent to his mentor. But the Professor layed that suspicion to rest. He had told Luke this was merely a letter asking for help, one sent from Paris.

"P-professor ..." Luke said in a hushed tone, "I hate to ask you this when I already asked you so many times but ..."

Professor Layton gave a light chuckle. "You would like me to translate that again for you, right?"

Luke slightly blushed, ashamed in his inability to decipher foreign languages just like the Professor.

"It's alright, my boy, I don't mind" Layton said, gently grabbing the letter back from Luke, "I realize that speaking French isn't your Forte."

The Professor read the note, translating line for line, word for word ...

"Dear Professor Layton,

I understand your abilities in solving riddles, puzzles, and best of all, mysteries. And While I don't mean to boast, I have been known to have solved a couple of cases myself. Though I am no detective, and I realize you aren't either, I need your assistance in a puzzle I just cannot solve.

In the Paris Opera House, there will be an auction running. I want to meet you in this Opera house, arriving sometime in the middle of that Auction. I suggest, though, not to make yourself known among that 'crowd' that will most likely be there."

Layton turned to his apprentice and chuckle "I think I sense a hint of sarcasm there ..." he said lightly to Luke, then proceeded to read on in the letter.

"Once the Auction is done there, stay. No matter what, even if the Auctioneer tries to kick you out, find some excuse to remain in the Opera House. Stand in the middle of the stage and wait there for at least 15 minutes. Once the 15 minutes are up and you are sure there is no one around, call for me. I shall be waiting.

The Vicomte de Chagny's Grand-Daughter is in danger. and while it isn't my best habit to help my rival, I will do anything for my dearly departed angel ...

I shall wait for you. O.G."

"What does 'O.G.' mean, Professor?" Luke asked his mentor, "And why is he giving us such strange requests?"

"I'm not quite sure, Luke." the Professor said, carefully stuffing the paper back within the envelope, "But I am willing to help this 'O.G.' character. It sounds like he is trying to protect some one."

Layton smiled as the Taxi driver announced their destination's arrival. "Ah! Here we are!"

Luke looked out the front window and saw their destination getting closer: The Paris Opera House. As he and his mentor hopped out of the taxi, The Professor politely thanking him in french, he noted the surroundings: The house itself looked as if it had seen better days. The sidewalks and stairs around it was littered with fallen leaves and discarded articles of trash, including pamphlets telling about the auction today. The windows were cracked and dusty. One of the doors that invited the two in was partly broken off its hinge, giving this place a rather morbid feeling. The Second thing Luke noted was the giant ramp leading from the sidewalk up to the entrance: Young Children were playing amongst it like a play ground. Luke figured it was used for those disabled coming to the auction. The third and final thing Luke noted was the giant banner that was held over the door, written on it with bold letters "VENTE PUBLIQUE AUX ENCHERES".

"This is the Opera House??" Luke said with skepticism. "Are you sure this is the right place, Professor?"

"This is the Opera House that was noted on here, Luke. He did forget to mention it was out of commission for over ... oh, I'd say about 30-40 years."

"But why such a run-down dump?" Luke asked, "It ... it gives me the creeps ..."

"Stay brave, Luke." The Professor said, tipping his hat slightly, "Something tells me we might be seeing something we'll never forget."

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"Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen" A voice rang as the two entered the house, "A Paper Mache music box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached, a figure of a monkey, wearing Persian robes and playing the cymbals. Discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order, gentlemen"

"Showing here." Another voice said, followed by the sweet, gentle croon of a melody.

"It certainly sounds we arrived at the correct time." Luke said, looking around at the layers of dust that covered the walls

"Remember, Luke." Layton said, leading his apprentice into the abandoned hallways of the theatre. "O.G. wants us to lay low until everyone has left. So try not to make a spectacle out of anything."

Luke looked around with a frown, "How could I make a spectacle out of anything here, professor?"

The Professor and his apprentice walked down the hall into the theatre, climbing the stairs onto the stage. Layton made sure to stay further to the near front-left edge of the stage to avoid any eye contact with anyone, Luke at his right hand. He noted all the different people here: Two of them were fighting over posession of the orgel. He found it strange how the older woman seemed to have just given up on it ...

"Sold for thirty franks to the Vicomte de Chagny." The auctioneer announced, pounding his hammer into the pedestal. Layton watched as a man gave a frail, old man in a wheelchair his prize. He looked at the orgel with such ... nostalgia in his eyes, as if uncovering a hidden and painful memory that this orgel held ...

"Lot 666, then ..." The Auctioneer's voice said, snapping Layton out of his own trance and back to reality, "A Chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the opera ..."

Layton shook his head: He had no memory of anything like that what so ever. Sure, he heard about it in his early teen years, but through second hand tales his old teachers would tell him. He never really delved deep into the affair: It happened about 10 or 15 years before he was even born.

" ... A mystery never fully explained. We're told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster."

The auctioneer's voice turned very solemn, scaring Luke to no end. He found it hard to stay forward as the auctioneer walked from his pedestal to the Chandelier. Luke soon found himself clutching the professor's coat in sheer terror.

"Our workshops have repaired it, and also wired parts of it for the new electric light." The Auctioneer stated, picking up two wires, one in each hand, "Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago ... with a little illumination ..."

The Auctioneer smiled, then proceeded to look at the audience with a very familiar grin that made Luke Shiver.

"Gentlemen ..."

The covers were pulled back, and the auctioneer stuck the two wires together, creating a bright flash of light. A loud pop, crack, and zap could be heard, making Luke hid his face in the professor's coat, his eyes tightly shut. The professor, however, was not phased, and remained still and vigilant as the Chandelier's bright light suddenly burnt out to darkness again.

The Auctioneer looked perplexed, then laughed a bit, his mustache curling up. "Well, it seems that we have some faulty wiring to work out. But until this chandelier is fixed, I'm afraid we cannot sell this."

The Chandelier was covered up again and dragged slightly to the back of the stage where it would remain out of the way.

"With that gentlemen, ends our auction until further notice. We will hold another Auction once we have fixed the chandelier and also find more antiques this theatre holds. Until then, good day, and Adieu."

The people all scattered and left past Layton and Luke, Talking amongst themselves and handling the prizes that they have won. Layton too was about to leave among them when he felt a hand upon his shoulder. He Turned swiftly, noticing an old women, her face wrapped in a light, lace veil.

The Professor smiled and nodded. "Good evening, Madame ..." he said, curtly, "May I assist you with anything?"

The old woman studied the professor, then nodded. "No, I was making sure ... you're Professor Hershel Layton, are you?" she asked with a heavy French accent.

The Professor remained silent, remembering the note that was sent to him.

"It's alright. He knows." She said with a reassuring smile. "He said you shouldn't make yourselves known, and you have kept your tongue."

"Y-you know about the letter?" Luke asked, finally letting go of the professor's coat.

"I was the one who wrote it ..." The woman said, taking off her hat and veil, reveling her pale face. "At least, wrote it while he dictated. He has grown so old, the only thing he has retained is his mind and voice."

"You mean ..." The professor paused for a moment to pull out the letter that was mailed to him and showed it to the woman, "You mean the man mentioned in this letter, 'O.G.'?"

"Yes. Only the handwriting is mine, the words and meaning behind this letter all belong to him."

"So, if you wrote the letter, does that mean you have insight on what the grave matter is?" Layton asked, "He stated that the Vicomte de Chagny Grand-child may be in danger."

Suddenly, all around him, the lights dimmed and the wind blew, creating a cloud of dust that blurred the trio's vision.

"I do, but it seems that he wants to speak to you about himself rather than me telling you. I will respect his wishes."

"Wait! Madame, where are you going?" the Professor asked, trying in vain to keep the dust out of his eyes.

"To leave you three alone." the old woman said, already on the other side of the theatre.

"T-the three ...?" Luke asked, his voice soft, "But there's only two of us here ..."

"He'll be with you soon. Follow the instructions on the note."

"Madame? Where are you going?"

There was no answer, and the dust finally settled. Both Luke and Layton coughed and patted their clothes to get the dust off. Layton then eyed the middle of the stage where the note had told him to wait.

"Come, Luke." The Professor beckoned.

The professor and his apprentice made their way to center stage and stood there. In his mind, the professor mentally counted 900 seconds, exactly 15 minutes to pass by. Finally, he stopped counting, looking around, calling out for anybody remaining in the theater. He finally looked up and called.

"I suppose you want to talk to me, mister 'O.G.'?" the Professor asked.

The was a deep rumble, making the spine in Luke's body shiver quite a bit. The professor called out again "I think it's okay, there seems to be nobody in the theatre."

"That's where your wrong, professor Layton." a voice rumbled seemingly out of nowhere, "There is you, that young boy, and of course, me."

The professor chuckled slightly. "Well, I'm afraid you got me there."

"Which is why I want to test you, Professor Layton." the voice boomed. "Can the boy be trusted?"

The professor felt taken back by this comment, but decided to remain still. "Yes, he is my apprentice: He can be fully trusted."

"I see."

"And how do you wish to test me, Mister ... Opera Ghost, I presume?"

"You're a great puzzle solver, my friend, am I correct? I've been thinking of ways to make sure you yourself can be trusted. I'll give you a sort of puzzle to challenge you."

The professor nodded "I'm up for that."

"Good." The voice rumbled, then proceeded.

"In this theatre's day, angels often visited where my eyes can't see. It is there you shall get the full detail of this mystery."

Luke tilted his head. "Where your eyes cannot see ...? Sir, we can't even see you?"

"Such is the way of an opera ghost, boy."

Luke felt his body tense up. "G-ghost ...?"

"Sir, I must inform you that there are no such things as ghosts. I have to say that when ever there is a voice, it has to belong somewhere ... a recording, perhaps?"

"Could a recording carry a conversation with you, Professor?"

Layton shrugged. "I suppose not."

"Yes. Now about that puzzle."

"We're thinking, we're thinking!" Luke said, "But, it seems to me its more a riddle than a puzzle."

"Where angels have visited ..." The professor tucked his hand under his chin and paced around the stage. "where your eyes can't see ..."

The professor snapped his fingers and smiled. "Ah-ha! I think I got it!"

"What? what is it professor?"

The professor smiled and ran for the back of the stage. "Come Luke! We are going to the roof!"

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I realize I can't make puzzles for beans.

And apparently I have control over time as well.

I'm not quite sure about the time this is taking place - I THINK the movie said 1919, I could be wrong though!

And Luke is afraid of ghosts. Aaaaaawwwww...