A Thousand Years Of Waiting for Mr.Prince

Memories Of The Past

(( Hellooo~ I am back with yet another chapter of A 1000 Years Of Waiting For Mr.Prince this part might have a little bit of feels in it, so.. Brace yourself. ))

"Good night, Sakura." Sakura wondered if he could see her blushing, "Good night, Heracles-san." she left the room and closed the door behind her.

Heracles laid back down on his futon, his cheeks tinted with a light pink, he smiled. Sakura leaned against the wall, her cheeks a bright red, she gently grazed her fingers against her lips and smiled.

The next morning came by quickly, and the sun's warmth greeted the Greek man who was sleeping peacefully, waking him up, Heracles sat up lazily and yawned. His eyes trailed off to the wall clock, it was 8 o'clock AM, he scratched the back of his head, and stood up. He was never fond of waking up early, if he did however, he would usually go back to sleep. Heracles began folding the blankets neatly, he wanted to do his best to impress Sakura and show respect to Kiku. He made a quick stop to the washroom to brush his teeth, thinking that no one was awake yet, he didn't bother to comb out his outrageous bed head, and planned to make breakfast for the two Japanese. As he made his way downstairs, the wavering smell of something being fried reached his nose.

At the stove, Sakura was frying something, Heracles didn't know what, but it smelled amazing. He walked up to Sakura and hugged her from behind, surprising her a little, "Good morning, Sakura." Heracles smiled and kissed her cheek. Sakura smiled back and kissed his cheek in return, "Good morning, bed-head." she made a small laugh, regarding the mess Heracles's hair was in. Heracles chuckled and gave her another kiss on the cheek, tightening his embrace, "I would have made breakfast for you." Sakura turned off the stove just as she finished. "You are the guest here, it would be rude of me to have you do such a thing." They seated at the table and began eating breakfast, *"Itadakimasu" Sakura clasped her hands together before picking up her chopsticks. "I-Ita..daku..mash.." Heracles struggled with the Japanese custom, Sakura tried her best to hold down her laughter, "It's alright, we can work on your pronunciation later." Heracles made a smile at her.

"Where's Kiku?" Heracles asked after swallowing another spoonful of fried rice. Sakura looked up from her food and swallowed, "He left a note on the counter saying that he has some errands to run, and that he may be back around twelve.." "Are you worried?" Sakura made a sheepish face, "Is it that obvious?" Heracles leaned over across the table and wiped off a grain of rice off of her face. "I suppose, but that's not a bad thing."

"Alfred?" Arthur turned his head at the American who seemed to be in a rush. "Where do you think you're going? You still have some paper work to sign." But of course, there was no reply, Alfred kept on storming off to wherever he was heading, Arthur sighed and continued on walking down the hall to his office. After taking a few steps, he stopped, and turned on his heel to follow Alfred.

"He's faster than he looks.." Arthur tried his best to keep up with Alfred while keeping a good distance, he hid behind the corner as he saw him enter a room. "That shitty beard's office?" Arthur snuck closer to try and hear what they were talking about.

Sakura and Heracles had finished their breakfast, and were cleaning the dishes together. "Hey, Sakura?" Sakura finished drying the last plate and placed it away, "Yes?" Heracles fidgeted a little, "I.. Want to go for a walk, with you." his voice was so genuine, Sakura couldn't help but smile. "Sure thing."

"Are you sure want to chase her? You're quite persistent you know." Francis leaned back in his chair. "Dude, don't make it sound like I'm a stalker, I have a feeling you know something is going to happen, don't you?" Alfred argued, his brows furrowed. "What the hell are they talking about?" Arthur kept himself hidden as continued to eavesdrop.