"So...you're gay, too?" Francoise asked timidly.
Heracles nodded slowly, glancing at Kiku. "Just...don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want Kiku to get hurt."
The Frenchie smiled. "Like I would tell, mon cher."
The next few days progressed fairly well.
Francoise kept her promise; Gilbert and Elizabeta solved their issues and Elizabeta's bruises mostly all cleared up; Kiku memorized his lines and blocking, as he is a quick study.
"Kiku..." Heracles had said on Thursday, in an awkward moment when they were alone in the restroom.
Kiku glanced at Heracles, biting his lip.
"...can I come to your house tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was Friday. Kiku smiled. "Well, my mother has been missing you..."
Heracles grinned sleepily. Rough practice day. "I'll walk home with you."
When they had finished their business, the Greek leaned over and kissed Kiku softly on the lips. "See you around."
Kiku dug his chopsticks into his cheap instant ramen.
"I do not know why you eat that when you could very well serve yourself good food." His mother murmured in her overbearing accent, scrubbing at the dishes.
This simply made the Japanese shrug. "Mm, well, Heracles is coming over tomorrow evening."
Kiku's mother turned around and smiled. "I haven't seen him in a while."
He nodded. "He misses your...charm."
This made his mother giggle. "Well, I look forward to seeing him." She said this in half-Japanese, half-English.
When Kiku retreated to his room, the grabbed the jacket Heracles had lent him.
It still smelt of cats, cologne, wine and olives. Heracles' smell. Just the way he liked it.
He hugged the jacket; he squeezed it like it was going to disappear.
The scent. The touch. The fact that it was his. The fact that he was his.
It all made no sense.
But nothing makes sense in Kiku's world, does it?
I know. Long-ish wait for a short chapter. But, don't fret; I'll be back. Soon. I just haven't had inspiration.
Kiku's creepin.
This chapter was full of creepy Kiku-ness, I don't even...
bye.
