- Disclaimer: Matantei Loki Ragnarok belongs to Kinoshita Sakura.

Ah, My Loki-sama!

written by Kurosu

- Chapter Twenty-Three.

"Oi, what are you bitches lookin' at!"

Hel-chan glared at the group of girls standing outside of the classroom giving her and Mayura disgusting looks as the two girls walked by, "You got somethin' to say!" She narrowed her eyes at them, and they shrunk back by the new girl's promising threat of hurt, avoiding all eye contact.

Mayura, sweatdropped, gave her friend's arm a few tugs and pulled her along into the room with her, figuring last night's confrontation didn't need to be repeated. She recalled Hel-chan's whip had snatched the chainsaw from Freya's grip and tossed it to the wall, after giving poor Freyr a fright as it flew over his head, and Yamino tried to calm his sister down, while a relentless goddess snapped her fingers for a ton of pots and pans to rain overhead. Poor Yamino was hit with a few, and Hel-chan had grabbed both Narugami and Freyr, both with her whip, to shield herself from getting hurt, and afterwards, threw them at Freya, creating a pile of semi-conscious immortals.

The girl could almost hear Hel-chan's 'ohohohoho~' laughter echoing triumphantly in the back of her mind, as she sat down at her desk, and Hel-chan taking the seat next to her, which was normally Koutaro's desk. She sweatdropped when Koutaro entered the classroom and walked over to the girls. He smiled nervously, finding Mayura's new friend in his chair, and Hel-chan smirked at the young casanova.

"I hope you don't mind, Kakinouchi," Hel-chan crossed her legs, leaning back against the chair, twirling the curls of her hair around her finger, "Mayu-chan is being such a sweetheart and making me comfortable here."

"A-Ah, I see," he gave his favorite classmate a dashing smile that Hel-chan did not approve of, "I expect nothing less of Daidouji-san." He then faced Hel-chan, "Please feel at ease, Yamino-san. And don't hesitate to ask me either."

"Hm, I appreciate the kind gesture," she leaned across the space between the desks over to a blinking Mayura and hugged her, "But Mayu-chan is all I need!

The girl blushed, "H-Hel-chan."

It wasn't that she felt odd from Hel-chan's public affections towards her, but her words and actions reminded her so much of a certain god of playfulness and teasing, and that was the same thought that crossed Koutaro's mind too, thinking that she seemed possessive just as the so called strange Jashin Loki and Chibi-Loki. He noticed the smug grin on Hel-chan's face, directed at him too, and sweatdropped, wondering if these people were all related - so many obstacles for Mayura's affections.

Loki, with his two sons, stopped by a cafe for lunch, after capturing five jaki that morning without breaking a sweat, drawing attention to the two handsome men and their cute puppy. Of course, Loki and Fenrir were oblivious of all the ogling eyes on them, while Yamino sweatdropped, still not used to all the attention on Midgard, and wished he had stayed home, but his father had insisted that he get out of the house for a bit.

Not only that, but Loki sometimes needed help working the cell phone. Sure he could make calls and receive them just fine, but every thing else was so bizarre, from browsing what mortals called the internet to taking pictures and sending messages to other people... and then sending taken pictures to other people!

He tried taking a self portrait but nearly blinded himself with the flash, earning him spirally eyes instead, and a sweatdropping Yamino wondered how he even turned on the flash in the first place when it wasn't even needed. With a patient sigh, he poured his father a cup of warm tea to get his bearings together, as Fenrir dived right in to the sandwich, with a cute wagging tail.

Sipping his tea, Loki, still holding on to the phone that belonged to Yamino, who felt that the blonde god had used it more than he ever did, fumbled clumsily with the buttons. His brows were knitting together at a point in frustration, "Yamino, how do I type a message?"

"Um," the young man leaned over and pointed to a few buttons, "who are you sending it to?"

"Mayura."

Why did Yamino even bother to ask, because if he bothered to scroll through the log, he would've found Mayura to be on the receiving end of all the majority of the past calls and contacts, when it came to his father using the phone.

"Ah, then you bring this up, Loki-sama, and..."

Mayura always had a bad feeling when gods and mobile phones met and interacted, but she never knew how terrible it was till that afternoon, trying to make it through her classes. At least she was wide awake, because her biology teacher had such a very loud and annoying voice that emphasized every other word he spoke and his hand gestures were wild as he demonstrated the whole process of photosynthesis as a one-man show.

It was during this performance that Mayura nearly jumped out of her seat at the send vibration from her skirt pocket, because it was just her phone. Hel-chan grinned, when she saw her neighboring classmate and friend dug her hand into her pocket to get the phone out, knowing very well who had the nerve to contact the girl at this time.

"Daidouji," the teacher had stopped flailing to stare at the girl, "Is something wrong?"

"N-No, sensei..."

Hel-chan raised her hand, "Sensei, your demonstration of the light reaction was impeccable and would deserve a theatrical award, but could you explain the actual equation as it relates to the process?"

Forgetting all about Mayura, he was happy to oblige the more important matter of learning, "Why, of course, Yamino-san!" He proceeded to re-perform his explanation, earning several groans from the class, along with the usage of the white board, but Mayura, very grateful for the save, gave Hel-chan a sweet smile. Hel-chan returned it and pointed to the phone, indicating that she should check it.

Mayura nodded and opened her phone. There was a message from Loki, and she wondered if something happened. Worried, she opened the message, and her expression fell while Hel-chan sweatdropped when she saw Mayura's flat stare at the phone.

His short text message: 'Mayu im bored.'

Pouting, she typed her reply back: 'I hope u kno im in class.'

'Lets play a game.'

'No. Arent u hunting jaki?'

'If u win i will treat u to ice cream. If i win u do something for me.'

Mayura stared at the phone as if to burn a hole through it, but her mind was debating whether to play the game to get the ice cream reward or not. Loki was a very sneaky god, and to do something for him was probably going to be embarrassing and humiliating. "But the ice cream," she muttered to herself, cursing her weakness for sweets, which the god knew of and had planned to take full advantage of.

'Whats the game?'

'Let me guess what ur wearing today. Under ur uniform.'

It didn't take a genius to know what he was implying, and she nearly choked on the air she was breathing and quickly typed: 'NO.'

'R u afraid I will win? ;-D'

She couldn't believe they were carrying on this conversation over the phone - when did he learn to type in emoticons?! He was seriously playing this game with her, but what was his intention anyway, besides boredom. He was already goading her in to it, and she refused to let that sexy smirk of his to be her downfall, 'U r so on! I want the pricest ice cream there is!'

'If u win. ;-9'

Ugh, his emoticons were annoying her for some reason. She typed in the next message, with such a determined expression that even Hel-chan was impressed and ever curious as what was transpiring between the mortal and her father, because who else could elicit such various expressions from her, which she had to chuckle to, secretly behind her hand.

'U only get 3 tries.'

Meanwhile, a very happy Loki had forgotten about his lunch and found the phone a better distraction, especially when a certain mortal girl was at the other end. Yamino and Fenrir exchanged bewildered glances and wondered if they should get their father's attention but feared it would disrupt the peace and harmony if they interrupted his amused entertainment.

Loki was enjoying the mortal's invention of text messaging, and when he received her last text, his smile twitched in to a mischievous smirk, which his sons sweatdropped to. "How cheeky of you, Mayura," he chuckled, looking rather dark and evil.

He typed back: 'I only need 1.'

"What?!"

Mayura's voice interrupted their sweatdropping teacher, who turned around, "Daidouji?"

"Err, sorry, sensei," she rubbed her head sheepishly, "I-I just realized I had a mistake in my notes, haha..."

"Is that all?" he sighed and continued to teach the bored class while the troubled student returned to her focus to the phone, secretly punching away at the buttons under her desk.

'Ur going to regret this.'

'More like enjoy this.'

'Hmf, guess away then!'

After a minute passed, Mayura felt the start of celebration dancing in her chest, and as that minute turned into five, she wondered if Loki was still there and okay, because the sudden thought of a jaki attacking him worried her, and the game was thrown into the back of her mind. She was about to type again, to inquire about his safety, when a message was received:

'The pink lace with purple butterflies.'

And she nearly dropped her phone.

'With matching bra too. ;-D'

Damn the emoticon! It was like he was smirking at his triumph, and how the hell did he know what she was wearing! It wasn't like he did the laundry, which Yamino always did, but no one was allowed to touch her unmentionables, so how did he know?!

He had to have cheated, because there was no way... Oh wait, he was a god. Loki totally didn't deduce it from the ten pairs of matching undergarment sets, where Yamino had yet to do the week's worth of laundry, and rotating through each in a certain order, and always wearing her favorite pair at the end of the school week, on a Friday... nor needed to go through her dresser while she was at school... nor got a glimpse of panties when the girl clumsily tripped over own foot out the front door.

Mayura mentally kicked herself for being conned into a game against a god, a very flirtatious and lecherous god.

"Nii-san," Yamino started, later that afternoon, poking his head out from the corner of a mailbox, while Fenrir was right below him, keeping his eyes ahead, "should we really be following Loki-sama like this? He told us to go on home..."

Fenrir rolled his eyes, 'It's not safe for daddy to walk about alone! What if he runs into a bunch of jaki he can't handle?!'

"I know that... but... Loki-sama told us-"

'Yeah yeah! He sure did... but he didn't say anything about not following him.'

Yamino could almost see the arrogant smirk on his brother's face.

'Ah! He's heading to the mall! Look at all those girls fawning over him! That's my daddy!' he barked proudly and hurried closer, with an exasperated Yamino right behind him.

Loki sat down on the edge of the water fountain and waited for his date to arrive, ignoring all the love-struck stares thrown his way. He was busy in his thoughts, wearing a big smile on his face as he recalled his triumph. He had purposely made her wait a few minutes before giving her the answer that would secure the winning request from her. Sure, he didn't quite play fair, but there weren't any rules set, and of course, he always hated to lose.

"E-Excuse me," came a nervous voice, and he looked up.

A pretty woman with some of her friends were standing in front of him, blushing a beet red. He smiled politely, "Hello, ladies. How can I help you?"

Some swooned, some sighed, all wishing they could be held in the arms of this beautiful, sexy man. "W-We couldn't h-help notice that y-you were a-alone..."

He knew he had such an effect on women, but seriously, the stuttering needed to stop, and giving them a faux pleasant smile, he spoke, "Actually I won't be alone much longer. I'm waiting for someone, someone very special."

Even after he said that, the women found him even more irresistible, like the whole attraction to those who were already taken or those who were badass and sexy or those who were just dropped dead sexy and gorgeous to the point where the situation didn't matter, just jump the guy...

"Oh oh, we're s-sorry to b-bother you..." He wasn't paying attention at this point, his eyes focused on the entrance ahead, so the woman's voice was lost to him, "W-We'll just go ov-ver here... and w-watch..." (Great, stalkers.)

He glanced up at the clock on the nearby building and looked over to the entrance, expecting her bubbly pink hair to bounce through the place soon.

Yes, fifteen minutes later, he, and the many stalkers, saw the pink-haired girl, but she wasn't quite bouncing through the entrance and she wasn't quite alone, seeing that it was his daughter that was pushing the mortal forward, with much enthusiasm and courage. He stood up as they approached him - was hard not to miss the handsome man that every female in the vicinity had their eyes on.

"Oyaji!" Hel-chan grinned, a hand on her hip, as she presented Mayura to him, "I've brought your date!" *

Loki sweatdropped, "Ah, thank you, Hel."

Before Hel-chan could scurry off to find a hiding spot and then stalk her father and friend, Mayura grabbed her arm and spoke to an amused god, "Loki-sama may have asked for this date, but you didn't say I couldn't bring someone along too!" She stuck her tongue out at him, childishly, and dragged a stunned, blinking Hel-chan to the mall doors.

Loki grinned, hands in his pockets, as he watched the girls, "That's true..." He gazed up to the skies and laughed, "I guess this is retribution." He then sighed and turned to the moving trashcan next to him, "All right, you two. Stop hiding and come along."

The trashcan tipped over, and a sheepish Yamino, squatting on the ground, rubbed the back of his head, embarrassingly, while his brother without any shame trotted up next to Loki, 'Daddy, I was just helping Jormungand... find his... uh, glasses... Yeah, not stalking you at all... 'Cause you know how clumsy he is.'

Yamino stood up and glared at his lying, attempting to be cute, older brother. With a heavy sigh, he just followed his father and brother and sweatdropped at the group of women stalking after them.

* Oyaji is an informal way of saying "dad," but since Hel-chan was still her dominate self, her speech also changed into a more crude, informal, thug-like manner, lol - think yakuza Hel-chan!

Notes: Okay, another filler chapter that will go into the next one too. I figured I had to do something with the mobile phones, lol. More bonding time in next chapter! And maybe some action!

Along with this new chapter, you get a picture of Mayura & Hel-chan! I spent a few hours sketching it on paper and then coloring it in PaintShopPro - the latter I haven't done in a while. I got so excited, being inspired from the last few chapters, lol. I'm thinking of doing one of Mayura and all the gods in chibi form, the dinner scene from chapter 22 would be hilarious, but we'll see... lol, it's a much bigger effort on my part, so don't hold your breath.

You can type in: kurosu dot deviantart dot com slash art slash Mayura-and-Hel-chan-color-387195061 - replacing the dot with actual "period" and slash with actual "slash". -kuro.