. : Tale of a Siren : .Moon beams touched and kissed the calm waves of the Mediterranean ocean, causing it to shimmer with radiance. The waves lapped quietly at the shore, trading shells with the wet sand each time. Somewhere in the waters, seaweed swayed and fish lazily swam, their scales sparkling as it made contact with the moon's opal light. At the horizon, where the water met the sky, the dull glow of a city could be seen if the eyes squinted hard enough.
Of course, for him, it was relatively easy to see it and pinpoint it out, considering he already knew there was a city there and which one it was; this was his homeland, after all. He kept his gaze on that one city, knowing what was there and who was there; he thought about that one person that would be there, a sudden pull at the corners of his mouth emerging. He thought to himself that a visit was needed; he made a mental note to visit him sometime soon. Family could only stay away for so long.
The gentle wash up of water to shore glided over the tan
. : R. ub R. ub R. ub : ."Um "
"How was your, uh, day?"
"Fine I guess."
" what did you do?"
"Slept breakfast played with cats lunch siesta."
"Ah I see."
"Cleaned, worked, ate cleaned."
The airy, dull conversation drifted to an end, carried off by the warm breeze. Japan had decided to visit his friend Greece this afternoon; he didn't mind visiting the man. In fact, he did it quite often, or at least he tried to. The country was such a calming and historical place; oceans, sunshine, friendly people, and delicious food. It rivaled with Italy for being the paradise location, at least that's what Japan thought.
The two countries were lying peacefully together on a plush, soft bed. With the balmy air, calming crashes of the ocean, and softness of the sheets, it was becoming a challenge to stay awake. It was no wonder Greece slept so much. Japan seemed stiff on the bed, considering he was lying next to his best friend rather closely. Greece, howe
. : Differences : .Kiku knew their differences. He could see them so clearly like they were fresh water streaming down a river, like they were the blue sky on a cloudless day, or the shine and clarity resulted from a freshly wiped window. He understood them like they were simple one digit numbers, or simple three lettered words, or colors he was so familiar with. He respected them too, as he did to everyone. He couldn't change these differences. These differences were like people and were meant to be treated that way. Trying to change someone when they were so content with the way they were was rude, and Kiku was a polite and kind man. He wished not to intrude or interrupt; it wasn't in his nature. But that wasn't the only reason why he didn't do anything to change them. He loved those differences. He embraced and kissed those differences with such a soft touch. Those differences made his heart flutter and beat rapidly. Those differences were what made the relationship between him and Herakles a special
. : F. a. I. r. Y. T. a. L. e : .Fairy Tale
The sound of pages flipping was the only one in the room; a faint light filled one corner of the silent, small space. Upon the bamboo mat floor did a plush pillow lay, seating Japan comfortably. His eyes lazily scanned the pages of his book, reading each word of the story. It was understood that Japan was engrossed with his story; countless times he would tell himself that he would go to bed after he was finished reading a page. Instead, he continued onto the next one, saying the same thing.
Japan hated to admit it, but he was reading an old children's story book that America gave him as a token of their friendship. It was the only thing Japan would accept as a friendship gift; what exactly was he going to do with a hamburger?
This story book meant a lot to America when he was younger. It was the only item, that had originally lived in the cramped closet, that he kept out in the open of his home. It was originally given to America by England, but af
. : Don't Tell Anyone : .Kiku waited by the door, eagerly waiting for the knock that was promised to come today at noon. It was noon, and he was noticeably antsy with excitement; an unusual thing for him. He checked the clock, which read 12:03; his prize was three minutes late, which was making him slightly annoyed. They said today at noon his package would be delivered. It was clearly noon, past noon to be correct! He sighed irritably, glaring at the door, as if trying to make it knock.
To his delight, a knock did come upon the door. He shot up from where he was sitting and swiftly opened the door. He was greeted by a delivery boy, holding a rather large box. He grinned, already knowing what it contained. He quickly signed the paper work and snatched it, rushing to his room. He closed his door and slid over to his bed, where he placed the box. His body shook with excitement as he began to open it up. Once it was open, his hands gently brought up the prize within.
"So perfect " He almost purred.
. : T e a r s : .The grass swayed and danced with the whistling wind; it tickled the soft skin of them both. The cute mews of the kittens that played made them smile. They were stationed underneath a shady tree; the sky was brilliant, the clouds were majestic, and the sun was Superior. The rays warmed their cheeks, leaving them blushed from the kiss of the sun. To be simply put, the day was gorgeous and perfect.
Kiku held his knees close to him, smiling lazily as he watched the kittens play. Next to him was Heracles, who was letting the warmth message him. He began to drift into a haze, remembering memories of various periods in time. The times with his Mother, the time he made the alliance with Kiku, the unspeakable nights they had together, the times when he was cooped up in the Ottoman House, and the times with him Sadiq.
Heracles began to fume at the horrible memories with the Turkish man; the man was an absolute demon! He treated him terribly, almost like a slave; he made fun of h