- Disclaimer: Matantei Loki Ragnarok belongs to Kinoshita Sakura.
Secrets We Keep
written by Kurosu
.: Temptation
Something was definitely wrong.
He was sitting like usual behind his desk, with a book in hand, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word when the source of his worry was sprawled about his leather couch. His brows furrowed in deep thought, as he stared intently at his 'beautiful assistant' sleeping away. He partly closed the book, leaving a finger in between the pages till he felt like he could return to it, and rested his cheek in the palm of his other hand.
She had been coming by after school like normal, but instead of inquiring about mysteries, clients, or doing homework, she had been sleeping. Nothing seemed to be quite off in their daily routine, such as someone trying to kill him or abduct her to get to him, but it didn't mean things were all right.
What if Odin really hadn't given up and was still targeting him through her again? Like in her dreams?
He jerked at the realization and winced when he pulled his finger from the pages of the book. A thin line appeared on his skin, and the redness oozed out. He cursed the measly paper cut and sighed. He pushed himself out of his seat and was about to leave the room to tend to the minor wound, but he stopped by the slumbering girl. He smiled faintly before taking his coat off and placing it over her body.
With his uninjured hand, he removed some strands of pink hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear, to get a better view of her unique beauty, which he wouldn't tell her to avoid embarrassment. He blushed at the thought and was immediately surprised when she stirred, grabbing his hand with the paper cut.
"Mayura, what are y-?!" he gasped when he felt her tongue brush over his fingers, seeking out the bleeding cut. The redness of his face deepened, and he noticed that she was still asleep, and at the same time, he didn't attempt to pull his hand back. He watched her, undeniably fascinated, as she licked his wound hungrily. He suddenly felt hot, an overwhelming surge in his boyish body at her inviting gesture.
Loki had no choice but to end the pleasurable moment. His finger retreated from her touch, and he could make out a whimper escaping her lips. He was grateful that she was in such a deep sleep to not awake from the incident and hurried out of the room, having missed the satisfied smile on her face. Her tongue subconsciously ran along her upper lip and perfect teeth, revealing well-defined cuspids - canine teeth too pointed and sharp for a human.
He was in the bathroom, splashing the water against his face to cool down the rising heat of his body. After he denied such lewd thoughts about the girl and the phase passed, he turned his attention to his finger with the paper cut. He raised an eyebrow curiously when he couldn't find it. He was certain it had been on his index finger, yet there was no visible cut nor any blood traces.
What had Mayura done to him?
.: Charm
When he returned to the study, his young caretaker was present with a wide awake Mayura, drinking tea. She put the cup down and clasped her hands together, happily greeting the boy, "Loki-kun! Yamino-san has such a delicious cake for you!"
"It was delivered this morning, and I was so excited," the taller boy gushed embarrassingly, "It has an... interesting taste but there was a good discount on it!"
"Mmm, so yummy!" the girl had already dug into her piece of fruity confection, as the boy detective sat down across from her, eyeing her carefully. Her sweet tooth was getting the best of her, and soon she was on her third piece of cake while he was still on his first one. He grinned when a bit of frosting smeared on the left corner of her mouth, and she seemed oblivious to it.
Loki grabbed a napkin and stood up, leaning over to her, having caught her off guard, as he wiped the frosting off her face. She smiled, "Thanks, Loki-kun. You're such a gentleman."
He looked thoughtful for a moment then his grin grew wider, "Hm, should I offer you a bib too?" She pouted at his offense, and he gave her a pat on the head.
"That's not nice to say to a girl!" she scolded him, waving her fork in his direction, "How are you supposed to find a girlfriend like that."
"What? I can get a girlfriend just fine, thank you!" he tried to hide his blush at the nonsense the girl always seemed to drag him into.
"Because everyone likes Loki-kun!"
He wouldn't say everyone liked him, especially Heimdall and Freyr, but as for the opposite gender, he could charm them easily. He decided his cup of tea was the better distraction, although he did steal a few glances towards an oblivious Mayura, and wondered how far he could go with her. She seemed susceptible to his other form and a few times she did blush at his antics, but it was the depths of her emotions that made him curious and enticed him to the challenge.
Something caught his eye.
"Mayura, what's around your neck?"
"Hm?" She looked down and flustered at the charm, quickly tucking inside her uniform blouse, "It's nothing important. Just a good luck charm from papa."
There was a nervousness in her manner that he knew she was withholding information from him, and he didn't quite like that. He didn't like being in the dark, not knowing, when he was a god. And when it was something that involved Mayura, he prided himself in knowing things about her and being the closest to her (besides her father) which he enjoyed provoking Freyr with.
He calmly stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, still keeping an eye on the teenager who was busy tasting the cup of tea. Judging from the curious expression on her face, it must have been new to her too. With her preoccupied, he moved slowly and quietly pass the desk and went directly behind the couch where she sat. He wore a mischievous smile, with his arms reaching around her neck, and he caught her unaware. She shrieked out of surprise, spilling the tea on her uniform, as he hugged her, resting his chin upon her right shoulder.
"Loki-kun!"
"Hm Mayura, you know I'm a detective, so why are you keeping a secret from me?" His breath burned against her skin, causing the warmth to rise to the surface of her face. His scent was intoxicating, and she shuddered, her senses tingling and drowning in his presence. He smirked, looking at her slyly, while a finger tugged her necklace into view with the charm dangling in front of them. "This isn't any ordinary good luck charm, is it now?"
"Of course it is!" she said hastily, grasping it and his hand within both of hers.
"You need to be honest with me," his tone was serious but with a bit of hurt in it, that she didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth.
"Loki-kun, I'm sorry!" she shut her eyes tightly, "I'm sorry for being nosy before, but just this once, can you please, please don't ask me." There was desperation in her voice that scared him, because it was the same desperation she had, searching for him when he had disappeared, and he realized he couldn't ask her for anything more than what she had already given to him. He had no right to pry into her life when he didn't let her completely into his own.
He released her and turned away, with his bangs covering the unknown expression of his eyes. Just behind him, she sat still, her head hung low with a hand covering her mouth, and the other clutching the charm pendant possessively.
.: Confrontation
That night, he couldn't sleep. His mind was wide awake from the events that had happened some hours ago with a certain a young woman in his life. An awkward silence had taken over them after that, but when she had left the agency, she was back to her normal, energetic self as if nothing had occurred between them. Although, when he thought about it more, slight changes happened a few days after he had returned to Midgard, to her. They weren't noticeable to anyone but perhaps just himself, since he was sorting out his own thoughts and feelings on why he remained in this world.
The miniscule change, at first, was hardly a concern, but the flickering of emotions behind her unusual crimson eyes came to his attention lately. He had realized that she looked nothing like her father, and even though he didn't know what her mother looked like, the possibility of adoption was there, but she never mentioned it to him.
The more he thought about her, the more he held unanswered questions in his hands. When had she become such a mystery?
He sighed and closed his eyes, but his mind was in too much of a frenzy for him to sleep. The quietness of the room only reminded him of the incident in his study again, with only the absence of the clock's ticking. He tried to focus on that silence, that peace to allow his head to clear of any unnecessary thoughts for some rest.
It didn't take long for him to feel the effects of drowsiness, as if he had taken sedatives to ease his troubles, from his heavy thinking which had worn him out mentally, not that it was a bad thing since he could get some much needed sleep (for his young form). Soon, his breathing became long and deep, and he was lost in slumber land.
A sudden gust of air disturbed the window drapery, but none of the windows were opened to allow any breeze into the room. The only source of light came from the partial moon in the night sky, as a figure appeared from the shadows, stepping onto the floor with such lightness like an angel ascending from the heavens.
The long hair swayed in the air like an enthralling dance, and her body glided across the floor towards the bed, where his sleeping form laid. Her movements were so swift and almost catlike but still held a mysterious elegance. She crawled onto the bed, making sure he remained undisturbed, and prowled over him hungrily. Her hand touched his face and caressed it with care; her eyes, filled with craving and desire, roamed over his boyish features and drifted down to the collar of his shirt. She pulled the offending material away to reveal the youthful skin of his neck.
She shuddered at the exhilarating scent radiating from him, from the warm blood circulating beneath his skin. After the initial sample of his blood, however small it was, his taste had imprinted itself in her senses. She couldn't forget it and wanted more, more of his blood. All of his blood, all of him.
She licked her lips and gradually widened her mouth to expose abnormally elongated canine teeth. She descended on the young boy's neck, her teeth almost pricking the surface of flesh, when she was suddenly pushed back. She fell to the side, still on the bed, gasping at the unexpected, and immediately was pinned on her back by her very own victim, or so she thought.
Her wide eyes stared directly into another pair of unnatural red ones, practically rivaling her own, but the strength that was holding her down didn't belong to a small boy. This was a man, whose beautiful features she could discern in the darkness with her sharp vision, definitely not normal either.
"Mayura," he, having shifted quickly into his stronger, godly self, breathed out the familiar name. His grip tightened around her wrists, and he had a firm hold on the motionless body beneath him, in case she decided to rebel against his touch. He pressed his forehead against her, still locking eyes with her own.
"Why...?"
There was amusement dancing in her eyes, and her tongue came out and licked her upper lip with pure seduction, her voice low and purring, "Because you taste wonderful, Loki."
