SLEEPING BEAUTY
Sometimes, as he laid down on the cushions spread across his small bedroom in Ottoman's palace, Herakles liked to peek out through the thin window under the roof, where the ceiling was really low. And then, ignoring the expand of the busy streets of Constantinople –now Istanbul, though- that seemed to never end, looking even beyond the mountains in the horizon, he liked to recall the tale of Sleeping beauty that France told him sometimes.
Trapped here for what appeared like forever, waiting for liberty, he figured someone would fetch him in this castle, free him from the curse that was imprisonment and fly away with him.
However, this isn't exactly how it happened. He had to free himself from Ottoman on his own first, and then, unable to satisfy his thirst for adventure, Herakles decided to see something different from Europe and went overseas.
Because over there was another sleeping beauty, also known as Japan –Honda Kiku, he would learn about that some time after- who'd been waiting for the charming prince for about two hundred years (well, that was half less than him but it didn't matter), and the idea of being someone's prince pleased Herakles to the point he didn't mind the gender of the princess anymore: he found out that the princess was a man, but after all, he had himself tried a few things with the masculine gender before and that wasn't a big deal (he found his own experiences great, to tell the truth, but that isn't the point).
The end may be different too. For Kiku was in complete denial at first, Herakles was really bold for a charming prince and their story was everything but a fairy tale.
But in the end, and that only mattered, it was worth it, really.
CLEANING HABITS
Kiku, and that wasn't news, had always had maniacal cleaning habits, whether being in his house or in other's. His house was thus sparkling clean all the time, but he would insist on cleaning again even so, to the point he had become literally allergic to dust. Cleaning, making space, moving things, reorganizing would keep him in shape and form a good occupation during lonely days. Not to mention the satisfaction of a well-done job in the end.
So you would wonder, of course, why on earth did he fall for a messy, carefree, unorganized man like Herakles, of all people. Well, the answer is pretty basic. First, it was like a way out. Even if he's always reluctant, Herakles would find a way for Kiku to relax, and it in most of the cases ended well. That was one of Herakles' strong points; a simple, soothing gesture, whispering sweet words tickling Kiku's ear in the most pleasurable way, and Kiku would forget anything about work, cleaning, duties and various chores, and if Herakles kept going, Kiku would forget even his very own name.
On the other hand, Kiku would always be busy with him: fold a shirt, brush away bits of food that stayed on the corner of his lips, cut his hair when the other simply forgot to do it, discard cat hair on his clothes, to the point he would even shave him on certain mornings.
And of course Herakles wouldn't mind, because it showed how much the two did rely on each other.
Another two headcanons. You know guys, it's so hard to find a theme… Then I end up writing nonsense again, sigh…
