Chapter 3… my ideas are drifting further and further away… sob. I keep thinking what would happen to Mayura myself.
Just finished reading book 3 of the manga a few days ago. Very disappointed that there's so little of LokixMayura. Sakura-sensei even wrote more about LokixReiya. Sad… So writing LokixMayura fics are the only thing I can do now… And Loki is so mean to Mayura in the manga!!! Loki, be nice!
Japanese notes: [1]Daijoubu? : Are you okay? [2]Hai : yes
Anyway, here's what I want to take place… chapter 3… scenes jump here and there, so becareful! And, change of style... dotted lines (---) indicate change of scene, words in ... indicate thoughts 'cos somehow, i can't use slashes anymore. They don't appear on the page!
DISCLAIMER: Matantei Loki Ragnarok does not belong to me.
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LET ME KISS YOU
CHAPTER 3 --- LOST AND FOUND
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Thud.
Thud thud.
Mayura opened her eyes and took in the sight of the blood red room. She was covered with the red liquid from head to toe, and could feel the stickiness of it. Worse, it was cold. Icy cold. For a moment, she wondered if it was even blood. For isn't blood supposed to be warm? But she knew, somewhere in her gut she knew… that it was blood, no doubt. She felt something rise up in her throat, but managed to stop herself from keeling over with sickness.
Thud thud.
She froze. That sound was getting louder and louder by the minute.
"Loki-kun?" She whispered, afraid to wake anything up(if there was any at all) in the room.
Her voice quivered. She sounded hopeful, but scared at the same time. For afterall, she could not see where the sound was coming from. The room had no doors or windows.
The sound of footsteps grew louder and sounded so close to her when they suddenly stopped. The light from the oil lamps cast eerie shadows onto the four walls. They seemed to dance a beautiful dance, but yet she felt a darker side to it, a menacing side. They swirl with grace, teasing her lightly, but at the same time, taunting her. At last, she turned slowly to look at the object that the shadows were trying to mimic.
She gasped.
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Dusk had fallen, but Loki never noticed that the darkness of the night was slowly swallowing the town. He was too caught up in his worries and fear and had become so engrossed in his search for Mayura to pay attention to anything else.
"Fenrir, you can't pick up her scent still?" Loki peered down at the black beast-dog.
"I can't, Daddy…" Fenrir looked up at Loki with drooping sad eyes, after sniffing the air.
Loki felt like he was going crazy. He felt like pulling out his hair. He felt like shouting and screaming and using every ounce of his magic to dig out Mayura's whereabouts. The raging emotions inside him were about to burst out, but he fought to keep his cool. If he was to lose it, he would not be able to think straight, and they would never be able to find Mayura. Even worse, this mansion may be destroyed. Not like he cared about the mansion, but the surrounding area may be thrown into chaos by his powers too.
He felt a hand rested on one of his shoulders, trying to comfort him. He turned and looked up to see Yamino with those worried and sad eyes too.
Close to them, Freyr was sitting down on a bench; his head hung low in defeat. Heimdall was leaning against the maple tree, keeping his eye on Freyr, seemingly worried for him. The Norns and Narugami had collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. Except for all of them, the place was deserted. A cold breeze brushed past, and Loki shivered.
They had decided against telling the police about the disappearance of Mayura, as it was obvious that some greater force is at work if even gods were unable to locate her. And it would also be easier to use their powers if there was nobody around to witness it. To top it off, he did not want the chief police officer to inform Mayura-papa. Just imagine the wreckage he would cause, and all the non-stop yelling and cursing. Argh…
He turned back and surveyed the mansion carefully again, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything. Anything at all.
"Mayura…"
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Mayura couldn't believe her eyes. There, across the room, stood the most beautiful creature that she has ever seen. Wait… change that to the most beautiful man. Long, white, flowing hair softly adorned his already beautiful face. His skin was flawless like porcelain, and he shone. He emitted a soft, warm glow. Dressed in a long robe that was of the purest white, the tall and lean figure glided gracefully towards her. He looked like an angel. An angel that has come to free her.
Mayura held her breath as he closed in on her. She was totally mesmerized by the sight of him. However, she noticed that the blood did not stain any part of him. It was certainly strange. If he were so white, wouldn't the red blood destroy his pureness in a second? In fact, the blood seemed to avoid him… but this how can it be? The blood is not alive… how can it move on its own? She shook her head, trying to force out these ridiculous thoughts.
The man bent down beside her, one of his knees touching the floor. It was only at this moment did Mayura sense something quite wrong with him. An ominous feeling took over her. She began to feel scared. Nothing could describe her deep fear. It was like a deep black hole trying to engulf her. She drew back from the man whom no longer felt like an angel to her, but more of a creature. But she was drained of her strength, and only managed to drag herself slightly away. She wanted to beg him to free her, but no words came out of her mouth. She felt subdued by his presence.
The man held up his right arm, reaching for her. He touched her cheek. She shivered. His hand was icy cold, like the blood. But there was something much deeper. It wasn't just physically cold, but the touch itself was cold as well. There was nothing but coldness. She did not dare to look at him.
He began to stroke her hair softly, and lightly, never saying a single word. Mayura whimpered. She saw his white robes. They were so pure that they felt so empty. Not even a hint of a flaw, not even a crease, and not even a speck of dirt. Emptiness.
Before she knew it, she was crying softly again, for reasons unknown to her. He held up her face by her chin forcefully, forcing her to look at him. She cringed. His eyes were red, the colour of blood. But what made her feel like breaking away from his grip is the fact that she could see nothing in his eyes. They were empty, without any feelings or spark of life. They looked cold and lifeless.
He leaned in closer to her, brushing away her tears gently, but forcefully as well. Cupping her face with both of his ice-cold hands, he leaned in even further. Then, to Mayura's surprise, he lips touched her forehead and stayed there. A kiss?
But it felt nothing like a kiss to her. The only thing she felt was a hot, searing pain. The kiss burnt into her forehead and she screamed as hard as she could.
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Loki and the rest of the gods were walking along the streets dimly lit up by the lampposts. Most of them were dragging their feet due to exhaustion, rather than walking. They had decided that hanging around the mansion any longer was not going to help. Everyone was too tired and drained to continue. It would be much better to head back for food and rest, then devising a way to continue the search more effectively. Loki had been extremely reluctant and angry at the idea of leaving without Mayura, but he had to admit that this plan made more sense.
All of them, well ALMOST all, had voted to stay over at Loki's mansion to discuss the matter further. On the way back, he had been trying to figure out the reason for Mayura's disappearance. It can't be normal human criminals, because the Norns should be able to find her if it was. It can't be an evil spirit or I would have sense it after trying for so long. The only possible reason is… a new assassin. But who can it be? And why hasn't he shown up or made a move? Mayura has disappeared for quite some time now… if he wanted to threaten me, shouldn't he have shown up long ago?
His panic built up.
"Don't worry so much, Loki. I bet Daidouji is fine. She must have gone off on her mystery-searching journey again." Narugami tried to cheer Loki up.
"It can't be. I got Yamino-kun to call her father to check if she's home already, but she's not. Then I told him to inform her father that she'll be staying over at my place tonight. I don't think we should involve another mortal, especially her father. He can see spirits. And I don't want him to worry…" Loki trailed off, looking at Yamino for confirmation.
Yamino nodded.
"Do you think… do you think that Odin's behind all this?" Loki finally voiced out his fear, as his house came to view.
All of them paused outside the gate and turned to face him, with a clear answer in their hearts, unvoiced. Yamino stepped forward and reach out for the gate, pushing it. It was then that he heard it. Or rather, he felt it.
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She had staggered all the way, losing her balance and falling down many times. Her palms and knees were bruised from the falls, but she still forced herself up. She needed to get away. Fast. She needed to get to someplace safe. And she knew where to go. Her vision was a blur, threatening to black out every now and then, but she fought with all her might.
She turned around a corner, her hand reaching out to the wall to steady herself. She noticed that the blood had disappeared. There was no trace of any red stains anywhere on her. And then she saw him. The one who always helped her out, the one person whom she will feel safe with. Not like that man. She shuddered. She could still feel him, and the pain that she felt back there. She wanted to run to the boy in front of her. Taking in a deep breath, she started to stagger towards the boy. She knew that she was losing it.
"No… Loki-kun…" She croaked and stretched out her hand, trying to reach for the boy, before she hit the cold, hard ground, passing out completely.
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Loki felt a queer feeling seeped into his heart. Yet, a sense of familiarity overtook him at the same time.
THUMP.
What was that?His senses went red alert, warning him that something was amiss. Immediately, he sprung around, scanning the vicinity for any movement at all, ready to summon Laevatein. His eyes landed on a heap sprawled on the ground. It was… pink? Pale pink… hair… (Loki gasped)
Shoving Freyr and Narugami aside (who jumped in fright as they thought that Loki had gone mad), Loki sprinted towards the heap of pink. The closer and closer he got, the clearer and clearer it became. He came to a halt beside the body and as he took in what he saw, he drew in a sharp intake of breath.
"Mayura." He breathed, fear pounding in his chest.
The rest of the gods ran up behind him, and they gasp in shock as well.
Loki bent down beside the badly hurt Mayura and reached out to check if she was still breathing… still… alive. Part of his fear went away as he felt her breathing, though faint and ragged.
"We must get her into the house quick." Loki indicated, motioning to Yamino to carry Mayura.
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Pain shot through her forehead like a bolt of lightning, and continued to run down throughout her whole body. She froze on the spot, her whole body numbed with pain.
After what seemed like eternity, the man finally pulled away from her. She saw his cold blood red eyes again. Only this time, they burnt with the most evil and menacing stare she ever witness in her life. Her heart shuddered. Pain still seared through her forehead where the man had kissed her.
Finally, he opened his mouth to speak in a cold, cruel voice.
"Poor girl. Please send my regards to my beloved brother… Loki."
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Mayura woke up with a start, beads of sweat running down her forehead. She was gripping on to the blanket so tightly with her left hand that her knuckles turned white. She brought her other hand over her chest, trying to calm down her fast-pounding heart.
"Mayura! Daijoubu[1]?" Loki rushed to her side, concern etched all over his face.
Mayura continued taking in deep breathes, unable to answer him.
"Yamino-kun, get her some water." Loki commanded.
"Hai[2], Loki-sama." Yamino replied, running out of the room, to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Yamino arrived back with a glass of warm water. He handed it to Mayura, who accepted it with trembling hands. She took a few sips and closed her eyes, trying to relax.
After making sure that Mayura had more or less settled down, Loki asked: "What happened to you, Mayura?" He gently placed a hand on Mayura's right shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort.
Mayura continued to stare into her glass of water, keeping silent.
"Mayura, can you tell me what exactly happened back then?" Loki probed gently again.
Still, Mayura did not respond.
The only sound that could be heard came from the grandfather's clock. Then, suddenly…
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Mayura turned to face Loki, a slight frown creasing her forehead, her eyes filled with worry and amazement at the same time.
She opened mouth to answer Loki's question:
"I can't remember anything at all."
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=To be continued=
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Finished!!!! Yay!!! Hope you didn't get confused by the change of scenes... I was wondering if this chapter is a bit angsty. It only occurred to me halfway through the story… Ahh… But Mayura's fine now… is she? Hahaha
Starting to feel a little sad here… I'm gonna finish my temporary job soon, which means that I won't might not be able to update so regularly. 'Cos my brother always hog the computer at home. Sigh… but I'll find a way, definitely. Wanna read other fanfics too! More LokixMayura!!!!
Argh… and I'm under so much stress trying to write the new chapter of "Tea Time Chat". I have to keep the humour and ridiculous-ness of Mayura there. It's quite tough… been thinking about how to write Heimu's part. Heimdall… brainstorm…
Ok, ok. Gonna go start on Heimdall's part for TTC. LMKY will have to wait.
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