THROUGH HIS HEART

E

© TO HIMARUYA

A/N: Keiku Honda – Fem Japan

Heracles Karpusi – Greece

(Too many spellings for Greece's HN, but I think this one is the better fit.

PS. Gender-bended Japan. I . . . I don't have the strength to write yaoi or yuris . . . since I am faintly abnormal.

The Japanese woman smiled to herself as she saw her Greek friend carrying his luggage in his side. She received a message that he would be staying at her house for cat purposes. She didn't mind staying with him, they were friends, and it was a long time since they last met.

Keiku noticed that her friend was standing over there, he has soft, lazy olive eyes, and he was tall and muscular, he was wearing his usual brown jacket and white shirt, pairing with his brown pants. He was standing across the sidewalks, looking a bit lost, but the moment their eyes met, his eyes widened, as he ran towards her, dropping his luggage on his side, as he embraced her tight.

Keiku blushed. If it would be Feli or Ludwig who would hug her, it would mean they take responsibility. But this was Heracles. And she knew that there's no big meaning when he embraced her.

"I can't be mistaken, you're Keiku, Keiku Honda," He said, and smiled.

". . . How long has it been? Ten years?" She asks.

"Five," He said, and smiled at her.

They look at each other for a long time. Greece bent a bit to match with her height, as they stick their foreheads together. Keiku smiled, remembering the old times. She closed her eyes, as she felt the tip of his nose in hers. They laughed together, not minding the cold, chilly night.