LilToad

Chapter 1 Luke stared into the shaking barrel of the revolver. "Pr…professor?" He whimpered. "Don't call me that." Layton growled, his finger squeezing the trigger and little bit tighter "I'm not your bloody 'professor'." Luke didn't need to be an apprentice of a great detective to know that. Layton was completely different. Instead of his famous suit, he wore a plain white shirt, with scrapes on the elbows and a dubious dark red stain on the left shoulder, and plain black trousers with a gash in the right lower leg. He wasn't even wearing his legendary top hat. He look in his dark eyes was very different. Neither calm nor coll

ALISA-CHANS FIRST and last DOUBLE ESSPRESSO. Alisa took the cup from her lips and placed it down on the table. The strange drink left a strange taste in her mouth and an even stranger feeling brewing in both her stomach and her brain. And then suddenly it exploded within her. The electric lighting crackled and sparkled and fizzed and whirred and whizzed and zoomed and zapped through her mind tickling and tingling her brain. Alisa suddenly felt the impulsive urge to have a fit of Kogoro-like laughter, and then run around incredible quickly in a small circle. "Er...what?" Nebula floated off of Alisa's head and hovered in the air in his us

KURURUS FAIL DAY Kururu was enjoying watching video surveillance from the Hinata's shower, when Giroro walked into the lab. "Kururu, I-GAH!" Giroro just noticed what was on the screen. "Kuuukuku....What's up?" Giggled Kururu. "Wh-wh-what the heck-?!?!" "What? So I'm watching Aki in the shower- you look surprised at the obvious fact that I'm a perv." "Dude...That's not Aki..." "Huh? Of course it is! Who else in the Hinata family has black hair? I mean, except Fuyu-" The truth dawned upon Kururu. His. Face. Was. Priceless. "s-shut up..." He quickly turned off his computer while Giroro was failing at trying to stop laughing "What di

OCCULT vs TWILIGHT Fuyuki had been dragged to Hell. Or, at least, the closest thing on Earth to it. Surrounding him were thousands, possible millions of squealing harpies, each worshipping one of the demonic banners that hung on the walls. The large banners had horrible horrible faces on them, with the name of each false god scrawled in dirty gold writing at the bottom of the banner. On a stall near him, a mind-less tool of Hell was pushing the merchandise, of faulty notebooks, useless pens, and obnoxious T-shirts. These T-shirts, were what nearly each squealing fangirl was wearing. They showed proudly which sect of the unholy cult the fan

BEHIND THE MASK Koyuki knew this was a bad idea. Dororo was sure to sense her. But still... After all the years they spent together, the curiosity built and built. Now it was just simply unbearable. Irresistible, to put more accurately. And so, Koyuki hid. She opened the door just the tinniest of cracks and peered through it. Dororo was in the room. His back was turned to the door, so he couldn't see her. But, with his ninja skills, he might still be able to sense her. Koyuki knew this very well, and so she didn't even allow one breath to slip past her lips. It seemed as if Dororo didn't know she was there, though. He reached t