Doushite
Chapter
03 – Heimdall's Carriage
"Yamato Nadeshiko! Climb up, please!"
And there came the pink hair girl.
"Kazumi-san!"
"Hi, Mayura-san..."
The purple hair god purred, furiously. That Freyr, making him act like this... so pathetic! Humphs! Well, this could be good, if Freyr wins the ningen's heart and keeps her with him. That would make Loki's life unfinished and angsty, with a pain so much harder than failure.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
"Are you okay, Kazumi-san?"
"Hai, hai..."
Silence... Freyr fidgeted with his fingers, without any courage to say a word to Mayura. Finally, they were together! How could he ask her to marry him? Ah, Freya certainly was going to love her! Who knows, Odin might even invite her to live in Asgard! What happiness!
Heimdall observed Freyr, shocked. That clumsy freak was dreaming again! This way, he'll never make her love him!
He looked at her too. The girl kept her eyes on the streets and watched the view, clearly not very comfortable. Freyr was a fool who didn't realize she was an innocent, not an expert! So, he had to do something...
He snapped his fingers in a flowered street, making the petals rain above the couple. Freyr thanked Heimdall with his eyes, seeing the ningen smiling and trying to keep the petals around her head.
Heimdall smiled, satisfied. Well, Freyr had a good taste, that strange girl did have a pretty smile.
Some time later, a new silence filled the carriage. Heimdall asked himself if this was a plan against Loki or his patience. Wasn't it time for Freyr to be saying those sugary things to her? So?
"Ei, Kaitou, what about those things you told me about your beloved Yamato Nadeshiko? Why don't you tell her now?
Freyr froze and Mayura blushed, turning her eyes back to the streets. What was the problem with those two!?
But Heimdall didn't give up. He by himself would be their Cupid, if it would make Loki's life a living hell!
"So many nights I've been hearing the crying of Freyr about his total and undeserved love, for a girl with pink eyes and hair, so clumsy and obsessed with mysteries, so perfect to live even for an eternity... And, even if she dies without her head or any other of her members, or her skin rots, he would still love her forever in all those embarrassing memories of the days she was pretty and young, not old, ugly and miserable!
Heimdall finished his discourse, staring at the couple. Never had the guardian god knew he had such a romantic side!
Freyr seemed want to kill him with his eyes. But Mayura... well, she was laughing. Laughing!
That was too much! Heimdall turned around, furious.
"Yamato Nadeshiko!"
"I didn't know Kazumi-kun was so funny!"
"But... but Freyr never said something like that about Yamato Nadeshiko!"
"Well, I hope not, ne?"
Heimdall sighed, confused. Whatever, it worked, and they really seemed to talk.
The sun was going down when the carriage stopped at a soft grass incline, right beside a quiet river.
On the right side of the river, a tablecloth with cushions and a chest, even with incense and some candles, awaited the couple for dinner.
Freyr helped Mayura to get out of the carriage, leading her to the cushions on the tablecloth. The fast touch of the girl's hand passed through the god's body, fluttering his heart.
Mayura glanced at each preparation, with surprised torturing her heart. Why does that seem so wrong? And... why... that look... that look in Loki's room just moments ago not? How could she be so stupid, not noticing the difference between right and wrong?!
"Do you like, Yamato Nadeshiko?"
"Hai! Domo arigatou, Kaitou-kun."
"Iie" he answered in serious voice, holding her hand. "Freyr is the one who has to thank his Yamato Nadeshiko for letting her presence near him."
Heimdall was bothered with all that sugar romance, when he finally felt the presence he was hardly waiting for.
He walked some farther away from the couple, and crossed the river. Between the dark trees under the sunrise, he found a high guy holding some books to his chest with his arms.
"So, you don't support curiosity, right, Loki-san?"
The guy smiled, not letting his eyes leave the scene happening on the other side of the river.
"My great curiosity, Heimdall, is to know why you are helping Freyr so much to win Mayura over."
"Ow, Loki! What more could be...?"
The Kakusei trickster turned to the guardian, finally looking at his enemy with a doubtful face.
But Heimdall just gave a soft laugh, giving him his back, showing intention to cross the waters.
"...But destroy your heart?"
On the other side, separated by the river, Mayura kept her eyes on some point in the dark trees. Freyr's laughter and purrs from his little pig went in vain trough her ears—she had lost her attention in the silly sounds from there.
Maybe Kazumi-san...
Suddenly, a light, and another, and another... the night falls slowly, and a lot of fireflies round the trees, no longer coming to her side, a lot of little lights in the air. She held her breath, just feeling herself stuck in time.
Breathing out, she forced his eyes open.
More fireflies.
But she swore that, in the middle of shadows and lights, there had been a pair of red eyes...
