You were taking a stroll on vacation in Paris when you heard feline screeching in an alley. No one else seemed to notice so you went to check, moving gingerly between the trash cans and stacks of old cardboard boxes and other pieces of refuse, old broken bottles and bits of glass along with other unidentifiable objects. The sounds of the cats' brawl increased in volume with every step you took until you could see them. One was rather large, orange and missing one eye and the other was a small white kitten that was limping as it tried to get away from the larger animal, blood matting its dirty fur. Rage grew inside of you at the orange cat and you jumped forward, clapping your hands loudly and wishing you had access to something like canned air that you use to dust off a computer or perhaps a vacuum cleaner, but what you did was enough. The cat growled and disappeared over a high wooden fence. You turned back to the kitten, knowing you would never be able to leave it there.

You crouched down and slowly reached toward it, letting the cat know you had no intention of harming it. After a little hissing and a few little strokes between its ears the kitten allowed herself to be picked up, for a she it was. You cradled her in your arms and made your way out of the alley, looking around for a veterinarian's office or an animal shelter, but this was honestly not the correct section of the city. You started walking, trying to find somewhere to ask.
On the next street there was what looked like a souvenir shop. You decided it was as good a place as any to ask about such a thing. The bell on the door tinkled as you stepped in and you glanced around. Behind the counter was an enthusiastic looking young man in blue with reddish hair.
"Good morning!" he cried with a smile, "I'm Feliciano Vargas, can I help you?"
"I hope so," you said, walking to the counter, "Do you know of somewhere I can take this kitten, I found it in an alley and I couldn't leave it."
Feliciano gasped as he took in the poor creature, "I'm so sorry, but I don't know of anywhere." Both of your faces fell, but his quickly lit again. "I think my friend, Honda, might know a place! Mr. Kiku!"
At his call over came an Asian man with short black hair and dark brown eyes. "Is something the matter, Feliciano?" he asked in a quiet, calming voice.
"You see," you begin, "I found this cat hurt in an alley and I was trying to find a place that would take care of her. Mr. Vargas said he didn't know of anywhere, but he thought you might."
"Yes, I do, but first, allow me to introduce myself, I am Honda Kiku," he said, offering a hand to shake, which you took.
" I'm [first and last name]," you said with a half smile.
"Glad to meet you. The shelter I know isn't far from here, a friend of mine works there, come, I'll show you where it is." He placed a hand on your elbow and started to lead you toward the door, calling behind him, "Ludwig, Lovino, look after Feliciano." You caught only a glimpse of a well groomed and well muscled man with pale blonde hair before you were out the door. On the way you discussed Japanese history, of which you knew almost nothing and he knew almost everything.
The place you came to didn't even look like an animal shelter, it looked like a normal house. Your knock was answered by a man of average height with messy brown hair, green eyes and an aqua blue tee shirt. "Honda, it is nice to see you again" he said with an accent you couldn't place, "And who is this?"
"This is [name]," Honda said, nudging you forward.
"I see you've brought a new addition for me," he said with shining eyes and a smile.
"Yes, but she's badly hurt," you replied sadly as you looked down at the kitten.
"Oh my! Please, bring her inside."
"I must leave now," Honda said, "I hope we meet again during your stay, [name]." You nodded and said goodbye before following his friend into the house.
"I am Heracles Karpusi, by the way," he said, leading the way down a hall.
"Heracles? That's Greek, isn't it?" you asked, thinking it odd.
"It is, I've been spending the last few years in France trying to help the cats here, but there are always more," he sighed, opening the door at the end. The room appeared to be the place where he took the sick and injured, and one would think it was scary to find such a set up in a house, but it wasn't. Heracles wasn't scary in any way shape or form.
"Well now, let's see about you." You gently gave the cat to him and you couldn't believe how quickly she loved him.
After about fifteen minutes he announced she would most certainly have to stay a while. "Were you thinking of adopting her?" he asked hopefully.
"I wish I could," you said, "but I don't live here and the hassle to getting her into the states with me would be too much to ask of her." He nodded. "But please, take special care of her for me."
You turned to leave, but he stopped you. "[name], I wonder, would you join me tomorrow for coffee?"
You looked back at him. "Yes. Yes, I would."