THROUGH HIS HEART
CHAPTER 1: Keiku's Bath Time
A/N: Thank you for the first ever reviews, slayer, 1Marie chan1, Imma Guest, Loki. I really appreciate it.
The moment the two of them entered the Japanese's house, they felt a little warm. Keiku only wore her usual kimono, and she still feels chilly. Heracles noticed this, as he came into her, and absentmindedly embraced her.
"Wha—" Said Keiku. Her heartbeat accelerated, as she blushed, and pushed the Greek away. She blushed.
Heracles tilted his head in confusion—as he remembered how conservative Keiku was.
"Sorry, Keiku—I just—"
Keiku took a deep breath, as she spoke in her mind. It's nothing, Keiku. It's nothing. It should be. This is Heracles we're talking about.
She smiled at him. "Shall I show you your bedroom?" She said.
"Aren't we sleeping together?" He asked; pure confusion in his voice.
Keiku's mouth fell open, "What?"
He blinked, and then he gave her a smile. "Ah. I get it. You want a personal space, right? I know. I understand," He said.
It would be immoral for a man and a woman who are not vowed together to sleep in one bed. –that is what she wanted to say, but she casted it aside.
The moment when she showed him his bedroom, an unexpected yawn came out from her mouth. Ah. I need a bath. She said to herself. She missed soaking into the warm water in the tub.
"Are you sleepy?" He said. His downcast eyelashes and lazy, olive-green eyes were looking at her, while he smiles at her.
"It would be rude for me to sleep before showing my hospitality, but to be honest, yes. I am." She said, as the Greek put his luggage into the corner of the room, and then he stood up, and walked towards the small Japanese, towering over her. He yawned. "Travelling from Greece to Japan . . . it is surely tiring," He said.
Keiku nodded, as they headed towards the Kotatsu. The Greek saw mouth-watering dishes in the top of the Kotatsu. The both of them headed there, facing each other.
"Itadakimasu." Heracles didn't get what she was talking about, but he decided to imitate her. "Ita . . . Itadakimas." He said.
The Japanese smiled at him. Although he was seven years older than her, she felt like heir age gap was nothing. They felt equal. Time to time, Keiku looks at Heracles, to see his reaction into her cooking. He was eating like he didn't eat for days. She smiled at her thought.
When they finished eating—it was the awaited time of Keiku.
Bath time.
She forgot to ask him if he would go the bath first due to her excitement. The moment she reached the bathroom, she quickly took off her clothes, as she dipped herself into the warm water, and then she put a towel in top of her head.
Meanwhile . . .
Heracles frowned, as he looked around. Keiku was nowhere to be found.
Maybe she's already asleep. He thought. I need to take a bath first.
Keiku already showed him where the bathroom is, just go the left, and there would be a wooden door there, with a 'bathroom' on it. He opened the door without hesitation, since it wasn't locked. He took of his clothes, as he yawned.
He slid the Japanese wooden doors that are the only ones that are separating the toilet and the bath.
Keiku opened her eyes immediately, as she heard the door opened. Her eyes widened when she saw olive green eyes—looking at her brown one equally shocked. Her mouth gaped open; as she covered her breast, and splashed him with water with her other hand.
"What a-are you d-doing here?! C-can't you see I'm ta-taking a bath, Heracles?!" She said, as she stopped splashing water, as she covered her breast with the both of her hands, as she hesitated to look at his eyes, but she did. Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down. Or you might see his . . .
Heracles was still dumbfounded. "K-Keiku?"
He frowned, but then he smiled. "Should we bath together?"
Keiku dropped her jaws, as she looked at him with disbelief. "No," She said, the 'don't look down' chant was still going on with her head.
The Greek took a step closer, and it was late before Keiku could stop him.
"W-w-w-what are you doing?!" Her head was spinning around, as he reached the tub. He tilted his head in confusion. "Bathing." The moment his body was on the tub, their legs touched together, and this sent Keiku shiver down her spine.
"We can't do this!" She said, on the verge of crying, and she didn't want to see his. He needed to close her eyes or else . . . "I-I-I'll only give my virginity to th-the one I love!" He said, "So Heracl—"
"But . . . Turkey and I bath together," He said. "What's wrong with bathing together and . . . how does that connect to—" His eyes widened, as his cheeks laced with deep shade of red. "You are?" he asked.
"What-what do you expect? I-I am not a bimbo . . ." She said, almost a whisper. Did you think I am? She said to herself.
"It's not like that I . . ." he exited the tub, as he immediately grabbed the nearby towel. Keiku was still closing her eyes.
"I'll tell you later, I—I'll go later," He said, as Keiku heard the door shut, and that's when she opened her eyes. She looked at her body, Heracles's body—how he saw everything about her—her heart throbbed loudly, as she felt her face flush. How embarrassing.
She needs to practice locking doors. Lesson learned.