Doushite
Chapter
04 – A trembling whisper
"Ah, Yamato Nadeshiko! Freyr is so happy!"
"## Thank you for the date, Kaitou-kun."
Heimdall watched the couple's goodbye from the carriage stopped at the temple entrance. A kiss, just a kiss and he wins!! The guardian god closed his eyes, summoning some mist here, a gentle breeze there. Who knows? ...The perfect scene for a kiss.
This was everything he needed:
Freyr and his beloved Yamato Nadeshiko, in front of the eyes of the trickster Loki, hidden there also, watching the date's end.
"Why am I here?" He held the books, his chibi-form sitting down on the house's balcony, covered by the dark. "Freyr and Heimdall are so close to her... Loki, don't be a fool, please. See? Heimdall just wanted to bother you. Keep Mayura away from Freyr and that's fine. Game over. But... what if she really likes that ghost-thief? Freyr himself isn't bad, really. He's kind—much more then when he's with her. No, in any case, Mayura isn't in love with him; she didn't show any feelings at any moment. Sure, she cried with him, that one time. In the playground, when her club was going to be extinct, and later with the tests... Nothing with him... and me...? Ei! HOW IS THAT, 'AND ME'?! Ow, Loki... no... you great kami baka..." He whispered, looking hesitantly toward the couple. He felt like a loser. Not by Heimdall, or any god. But the great trickster god had fallen in the destiny's biggest joke, from which not even he could escape. A smile... charmed Freya, Skuld with himself. In Asgard or not, so many others loved him. Yet he never loved anyone. But he had fallen in love with a childish ningen.
"So... Yamato Nadeshiko..."
"Hai?" Mayura blushed; her eyes looking away from Freyr's, so clearly in love and shy. What to do now? Now, her mind ran so fast, so clumsy... remembering another pair of eyes: green, red, gentle, and so cruel. Eyes more calm than Kaitou-kun's ones. More hurt, more hidden, with maybe more secrets stories inside, more lost time through its... She closed her eyes with all her strength, running away from the images of her own thoughts. She stared at Freyr, straight ahead. Yes! A young guy likes her, a lover like her...LIKE HER?! 'Don't think, Mayura, you're dumb! You always daydream so much! Remember Loki's words...! NO!!!!! Forget Loki now... Look! See Kaitou-kun! He's going to kiss you, isn't he? He'll tell you how much he feels for you. He'll tell he's going to be your boyfriend and together you'll discover a lot of fantastic and weird mysteries! Look, Mayura! Just take a look now, be a good girl, see how IT IS RIGHT...'
Freyr blushed at the lost look of Mayura, so trembling. He took a breath and decided to have courage. It would be his incentive! His head leaned down just a little, nearing her eyes a little more, taking care to not breath too hard, his mouth so close her skin, his Yamato Nadeshiko, her lips just there, half-opened, stuck in the moment, as if waiting for him... In the carriage, Heimdall smiled, satisfied with the sure victory.
In the shadows, a green look trembled, unquiet, confused, not wanting see, but couldn't look away, his own envy and jealousy stopping him from staring at them.
Mayura felt the warm breath from Freyr very close. She half-opened her lips a bit more closing her eyes. Her chest ached, and a knot invaded her throat, climbing up her mouth.
"I love Loki-kun."
He sighed, so low that just Freyr could hear, although more with his heart than with his own ears. Mayura opened her eyes, surprised. Why did she say that? How could she confess to something so dirty and in such a dumb way?! Freyr choked, staring at Mayura. He couldn't say a word. The girl looked away, her eyes shining.
"I understand."
"Nani!?" Mayura returned her eyes to him, meeting that peaceful face, so gentle and friendly—the only face the ghost-thief had ever offered to her.
"So... Yamato Nadeshiko loves someone else, ne?"
"Kaitou...-kun... gomen ne..." the tears fell from her eyes.
"Oro, oro! Don't cry Yamato Nadeshiko!" he cleared her tears. "Freyr will tell a secret to Yamato Nadeshiko. Loki-sama also loves you! I think that's the reason Heimdall helped me so much today... Loki-sama also loves you..."
"IIEEEEEEEE!" #No# Mayura backs up a little, her eyes trembling with fear and sadness. Heimdall? Who the hell was Heimdall? And Loki? Goodness, he was a little boy! How could...? How could SHE?! How did Kaitou-kun know and...!? Freyr looked down at the confused ningen who was paralyzed in front of him. He perceived straight behind her, the worried shine and furious stare of a god.
"I hope he can take care of you, Mayura-san." The young thief god smiled at the shadow on the balcony. "Sayonara, Yamato Nadeshiko."
"Freyr! Ano baka! What did you do to scare her!?"
"Let´s go, Heimdall. Yamato Nadeshiko has other company..."
"YOU FOOL! Now return there and..." Heimdall was slashed by a devastating look from Freyr, of the likes he had never seen before.
"Let's go away, Heimdall." It was really hurting him...
"Dammit Loki..." the guardian god purred, entering the carriage and driving the way home.
Mayura stayed frozen, her hands trembling clenched in her chest. What was she doing? When did she become a dirty, bad girl? What would her Mom say about her now? A teen in love with...!
"Mayura..." That voice pulled her out from her thoughts, cutting her mind. She turned, with misty and confused eyes, meeting gentle green ones.
"Loki-kun..." She wanted to cry so loud and pull him into her arms. Why? She wanted to run away from everything that was making her feel so bad. But she couldn't. Seeing that false smile, that worried smile again, made no reason at all, making everything feel all right. Everything was fine. How could it be? But... All she wanted was to be fine...
"Mayura, what happened? Did Kaitou-san do something to you!?" She wanted to be a good girl, and just once, do the right thing.
"Mayura...!!!"
Cutting his words, Mayura held Loki's face with both hands, forcing her lips against his. It was brusque, eager, rash... a kiss pulled out from her inner being. She was joking with a god's reason. And he lost. Though confused and surprised, Loki felt the anxious lips above his own, asking for air, asking for salvation. And he closed his eyes, trying so hard to understand what they're saying. He felt his owns lips half-open, as if in an answer. Yes, he'd bring air, all his air to her, if he could. She breathed more strongly, half-opening her lips too. With no mind or reason, Loki's tongue asked for passage, touching her lips, asking for more invasion, with little bashfulness... But the request was denied. Mayura opened her eyes, and it was like waking up, finding her mouth above Loki-kun's.
"Loki... –kun..." She backed away, just a few steps, her fingers on her lips, all her body heated, in a cruel fight with her mind.
"Mayura..." She turned her head negatively, and ran into her home. She just ran, her eyes closed and tearful, bumping into everything on the way, ignoring her Papa, finally locking herself in her bedroom.
What was Loki to say? He was surprised too. He had never expected that kind of reaction from her... or himself.
Mayura's Dad, Misao Daidouji, tried to talk, but gave in, noticing her tears. He went outside to find her books on the balcony, and that strange boy... Loki. Well, that's was surprising. He had been expecting that boy she had gone on her date with, not Loki. He thought about going out there to talk with him, demanding answers about what happened with his little girl, but gave in again. The little boy noticed him returning his look, a completely annoying look... And he just watched as the fooled god went away.
