He knew it could be inappropriate and even rude to pay a surprise visit. But in that case, Kiku decided it didn't mind. And he was sure the other would be fine with it. That's why he went to the man's house from the airport on his own after a long –very long- and tiring fly, having booked a cab beforehand.
On the way to his house that stood in the middle of the capital, Kiku could enjoy the perfect driving of the cabman.
WRONG.
He wondered for some time if this man was one of Feliciano's cousins, or anything, because he was beginning to feel like in a roller coaster, even worse than those ones Alfred showed him. Plus, the man seemed to like screaming what Kiku guessed were profanities against the other drivers who seemed as lively as him. Gathering the little composure he could have in that kind of moment, he stated that, as a Japanese man, he could handle this, and that he was obviously put on the test by Kami-sama... For the sake of his lover, he could endure this.
Fortunately, the scenery was quite relaxing, and the weather gorgeous. It was springtime, and it wasn't too hot yet. So when he finally went out of the cab, he first thanked all the gods he knew the name of, and then he headed slowly to his house, having asked the driver to stop long before his actual destination. He wondered how all those nice people could become tyrannosauruses once they entered a car, but after some reflexion, he noticed that his boyfriend was unfortunately the same.
He stopped before the little house he knew so well. He stepped on the light-grey pavement, gazing at the red bougainvillea that spread at the top of the deep blue door. He headed to the stairs, heart pounding loudly. From the open window showed a calico cat, his lover's favorite. He petted its head and it purred softly and then jumped on the floor, as if it was waiting for Kiku to open the wooden door.
Without knocking, he entered the house that seemed fresh in comparison to the outside. He noticed this reassuring smell that grazed him every time he came; some spices, fresh laundry and cats. A few of them greeted him. He then heard a faint sound.
The harp. It was kind of weird for a man to play this instrument, but Kiku guessed it was his mother's inheritance. Besides, it was very pleasant to hear, although his lover was shy about playing in front of him, so he could only hear it when showering, or in that case, for the first time he paid a surprise visit. So he stood here for a while in the living room, on the couch, petting the cats and listening quietly. Then, he went upstairs silently to not disturb and stopped before his bedroom. He took a deep breath, a smile playing on his lips, before he reached the doorknob. The door opened.
Herakles stood here, so tall as ever, greeting the smaller man with an alluring smile.
"I knew you'd come."
Kiku was taken aback. It was a surprise visit, right?
"Herakles… Why so?
-Aw… You forgot?"
He suddenly recalled. How could he forget this day, after all? That's it. The day he confessed everything that threatened to make his heart burst... He hadn't forgotten.
Herakles opened his arms wide toward him and he leaned in the embrace, feeling the Greek's warm skin against his own, and breathing the sweet scent of it. His big, calloused hands on his waist, holding him so close and his breath on his hair, slow and soft.
Yay 3 First fiction in English! I hope it is well-written… And no one shall dare to convince me that Giripan is bad, or else…
And my lover's name is Review. If you know what I mean…