Sadik left his apartment that morning feeling particularly odd. He'd already done everything for Heracles that could be done, and now, seeing the small queue of people waiting outside of Heracles' door only made him anxious. So the flyers worked, whoopee. So the sleepy Greek finally had a clean house, yay. So things were actually going according to plan, YOLO. That didn't make Sadik's nerves any less jittery; because something was jabbing him in the brain, saying: 'scuse me, pal! We both know he's going to fuck up – so where are you going? Get in there and dictate!

And he would love to, because Sadik understood Heracles' utter hopelessness, but he had work and didn't feel like calling in sick. Instead, Sadik silently prayed the Greek man would be able to conduct things properly. Because if he didn't …. Sadik felt a little piece of his heart go black with sadness …. He couldn't bear to spend any more time with Heracles than he had to.

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Heracles miserably kneeled on the couch. He was facing the front of the apartment, watching the door hard. Every so often his eyes would flicker to the analogue clock hanging on the wall, but it wasn't a second later that they'd be back on the door again, waiting.

He was waiting for the knock.

In mere minutes it would come. And then he would have to interact with the poor misguided people that delusional-ly believed they could snag a room in his apartment. He snorted quietly to himself. His psipsina already owned that position, ergo, no one else would get it.

Heracles glanced at the clock, then back to the door.

This time was not being used effectively, he felt. Heracles could have been taking a nap, or playing with his cats, or scoping out Kiku. But no, he was stuck hosting purportless interviews.

Why was he doing this again?

The brown-haired man rattled his brain for a few seconds until the reasoning fell together. Heracles felt obligated. It wasn't all too long ago he was subtly redirecting people via phone, telling them there was no set date for the interviews. He would have done the same thing again with the three emails he received only hours ago … but something was jabbing him in the brain, saying: you owe it to this man to host this thing! He has done so much for you! At least give him the feeling of accomplishment – even if you are going to reject each offer!

And it was true. He did owe it to Sadik. Which is, again, why he was kneeling on his couch, waiting miserably for a knock that he would rather not come.

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And green light, green light, green light, green light, green light, RED LIGHT! Sadik scowled. Things were going so smoothly, too.

There was a game he played in his car on his way to work: how many green lights before a red? On occasion, he would be lucky, and it would be all green lights. Today … was not that day.

The Turkish man sat idly with his foot on the break, counting away the seconds till he could proceed. His eyes wandered over the stoplight, the flashing sign that told people they would walk, the car to his right, the car to his left – they stayed there on the car to his left. Well, not the car. The person sitting in the passenger's seat.

It was a small Asian man, or maybe he was a girl …. Goddamn if he wasn't he was one pretty boy. Sadik found himself staring at the person. His eyes scanned over the ivory skin, and ebony hair – it was such a sharp contrast but hot damn! Was it even possible for someone to be so conflicting and cute at the same time? Sadik's gaze descended to the boy's (?) lap at the small cat toy. Above its head the boy's index finger spiralled, coiling the hair around until it was tight and then pulling his finger away slowly, leaving the hair in a loose curl.

Sadik was entranced. That is until he was woken from his reverie by a honk behind him.

He jumped and pressed on the gas too quickly and too hard. The car jerked forward, jerking him along with it. Sadik fell back into place with a gentle thud and slowed down. He shook his head hard and looked back at the road.

"Note to self: don't stare while at a red light," he muttered.

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Hours passed before those people finally left – thank god. Heracles hadn't anticipated interviewing three people would take so long and be so taxing. Not to mention, even if he was taking this 'roommate' thing seriously, he would never have accepted any of them. The one chick was ABSOLUTELY INSANE. She was Belorussian and clearly had a brother complex and psychological issues. The entire time she was there her face was stuck on pissed-off, and her voice, her body … just her entire being in general. She, the girl, Natalia was her name, was just like a giant ball of pissed off. She reminded Heracles of a wet and starving cat after a trip to the vet. Oh. And she hissed at Zeus, too. The second person was not much better. He might have been but … to be honest Heracles was too scared to find out. The Swede walked into the apartment looking like he'd discovered someone just pissed in his coffee.

Heracles wouldn't be surprised if that Natalia girl did piss in his coffee.

Anyway, that agitated glare never left his face. Berwald … that was probably his name – Heracles was half asleep at the time – maintained 100% eye contact and it was scary as a mo fo. Which is why the Greek man was overjoyed when he left and the last person walked in.

This one looked semi-normal, save the small scowl. Bastard Guy is what Heracles named him, because all he did was repeatedly call Heracles Cat Bastard, and call the cats Feline Bastards, and then he kept bringing up a Tomato Bastard, and then something about a Potato Bastard, Heracles stopped listening to him vent after a while. He was more focused on going to the Cat Café. He wanted to set things up perfectly, since the date was only one day away.

And that brought him to this moment. Heracles opened the door to the Cat Café and couldn't help the smile that pulled at the edges of his lips. There were cats everywhere, hopped up on tiny cat houses, running around, sleeping under tables. Everywhere.

He walked up to the gate and stepped through quickly, making sure to close it before any pesky cats tried to run away. Heracles locked it and found his way to a young woman who was playing with a small tabby. Her platinum blonde hair was pinned up in a loose and messy bun and she wore a loose blouse and shorts. She was the Cat Lady … well not really. She was an employee who always worked there. With the cats, and hey, she was a lady, so the name worked technically.

"Hello," Heracles said loudly enough to catch her attention.

She craned her neck to look at him and smiled. "Heracles! It isn't Saturday yet, did you need something?"

Heracles' wide smile became wider. "Yeah … I have a date tomorrow …. And I'm bringing him here."

The employee's face shone brighter and she stood up. Heracles didn't have a moment to prepare before he was wrapped in a gigantic bear hug. She pulled away and all of her pearly whites beamed in his face. Heracles was both thoroughly disturbed and confused by her sudden show of affection.

"You have a date?! With who?! And here I thought you were going to be the Cat Lady for the rest of your life, but not like, the legit Cat Lady – 'cause you know … you have a penis."

"(=_=) …" Heracles stared at her for a second. "… Sadik said that, too. Sort of …. The date is with my psipsina, his name is Kiku."

"Aaaaaw~! You have pet names! That's adorable! You're adorable!"

Heracles kept any bitter comments he had to himself and nodded. "I just wanted to ask if you could do anything … special … for us."

"Special? Of course! Yeah we can do that, anything you like. Actually no, it'll be a surprise! We'll set something up for you and you date."

Any surprise produced by this woman couldn't be a good thing, Heracles knew. But she was his only other option besides coming up with a plan himself and he was, let's be honest, he's lazy.

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Terrible ending I know Q^Q I kind of just ended it here because well ... i didn't like the way i wrote the next part so i'm re-writing it =) but good news! I've refound inspiration. The honest truth as to why I haven't updated in a while is because I was wondering if I should give up on this story, due to a lock of inspiration for this. But I've found it again! =D So this time, honestly, I'll be aiming to update every Saturday or Sunday!

Thanks to all of you who've stuck by this! I love ya'll seriously. =I

(Oh and … they meet in the next chapter. And SHIT. GOES. DOWN!)