Watashi no Ai wa Chiisaikeredo
Though My Love is Small
It was a dark and stormy night….well; actually, it was an overcast and drizzly late afternoon. However, it was a nasty, cold winter drizzle—the sort that hissed maliciously as it hit the ground. The happy meal-sized former fire giant god of tricks and mischief shuddered, imagining the burn of water on his flesh.
Loki released the heavy velvet curtain. "Yamino-san, do you hear someone at the door?"
"There's no one, Loki-sama." The green-hair snake-turned butler pushed his glasses up further to disguise the worried look in his eyes, "Maybe Mayura-san stayed to finish a school project."
The diminutive god did not answer. There were thousands of reasons why Daidouji Mayura could be late. And those reasons, ranging from possessed dolls to flunked math tests, were all perfectly plausible and perfect logical. Yet, they simply did not feel right with him. His immortal-senses were tingling. Loki grimaced. This was definitely the last time he allowed his sons to convince him of watching American movies.
"Could you bring me another cup of tea?"
"Hai."
The girl sat up and shook her head gingerly. Yup, definitely sore. She groaned and rubbed the growing bump. Huh? Her eyes widened,
flashed to the wet boy peering at her intently.
"Eeeeeh? Fushigi mystery…"
The drizzle had become a steady downpour over the hours. Loki had long since given up calmly sipping tea and was presently engaged in pacing a neat oval pattern into his rug.
"Daddy, don't worry. It's rare for the house to be so nice and quiet without the mystery-girl." It may be strange to see a talking dog. Then again, it was even stranger to see a floating pink thing which squeaked a "Hai, Loki-tama" in agreement.
Narugami, who was nonchalantly mooching as usual, muttered something resembling "Yeah, she's a big girl" around a mouth full of peach tarts.
Loki opened his mouth to speak but was gone in an instant at the ringing of the door bell, much to the surprise of the other occupants of the room. He pelted down the stairs, skidded around a corner, and tore open the door before a shell-shocked Yamino could touch the knob.
"Mayura!"
Not Mayura. A soaking wet little boy with glasses held the hand of an equally drenched little girl with pink hair. Pink hair, red eyes, a school uniform that once fit a 17-year-old mystery nut.
"Mayura?"
The pink haired little girl flushed, "Loki-kun…"
"Eto," the glasses-boy rubbed his head looking sheepish, "My name is Edogawa Conan, and I think I can explain everything."
A/N: This was inspired while I was perusing the friends section of the livejournal belonging to talented webmistress of Something about Shinichi's situation and Loki's situation clicked some gears in my head. Also, imagining his reaction to all the weird stuff that happens in MaLoki was pretty funny. I don't know if the story will keep going. The title is the ending theme to Princess Tutu.