It always happened around this time of year, never mind that he no longer lived in Japan. His mind didn't care, however. Something always managed to trigger it, a scent usually. Often it would be a combination of scents, pine carried on a breeze laden with rain. Such a thing brought back the memory of flashing eyes as they met his in a playful yet dangerous confrontation. The memory would come to him fleetingly then be gone before he truly realized that it had even been there. With it came a liberation of sorts. Today was no different and, in the moment it had passed, he knew.
One day, some time very soon, his prince would come.