“Heraaaaaa!” You called, waiting for the Greek to open his front door. Though you’d been ringing the bell and knocking for more than five minutes, he still hadn’t appeared. “C’mon you lazy-arse! Get down here!” You shouted again, your hands cupping your mouth to make your volume louder.
You heard a grunt from behind the glass door, sighing in relief when the brunette finally opened up. “You were still sleeping weren’t you?” You said irritatedly, dropping your bag on the sofa. As a reply, he merely yawned and stretched.
Another clue to what he’d been doing was the fact that he still hadn’t put a shirt on. “Geez Heracles, get dressed!” You complained, pushing him up the stairs. He nodded sleepily, ruffling his bed-hair as he slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, hopefully to get some proper clothes.
You sighed and sat down on the sofa, your cheeks red. Why was he so oblivious about everything? It was bad enough he could fall asleep at any moment, why did he always have to be so defenseless in front of you?
It made you feel more special than you deemed yourself to be, heck more than you deemed anyone to be.
You stuck your hand into your bag, hearing a satisfying jingle from all the bells you had in there. Heracles had been experiencing a problem recently which was this. His many cats, adopted into his arms or no, had been bringing back birds.
He hated seeing his cats walk in with them proudly, always wiping away tears when he buried the little creatures in his garden.
And when he told you of it, your immediate reaction was: “Well why don’t you have bells on their collars?”
To which his reply was. “.....They haven’t got collars.” In reply you facepalmed as you groaned, then you promised to get him a whole bunch of them.
So there you were, catcollars and bells in hand to Heracles’ rescue. “Ready?” You jumped slightly when his voice suddenly sounded from behind you and you leaned your head back so you were looking at him upside down.
“Are you?” You retorted, smiling as he was actually dressed this time. Nodding, he jumped over the back of the couch, landing next to you. “I’ve lured most of them inside the kitchen, so this way we just need to make sure they can’t get out or leave.”
Surprisingly, you found yourself impressed by his battle strategy. “So, shall we start then?”
He took you to the kitchen, letting you in before quickly shutting the door behind him. You stared in wonder at the amount of cats inside. There had to be at least about twenty, no there was definitely more than that.
Cats in all shapes, sizes and colours surrounded you, crowding round their owner as they purred happily. “Hera... How the hell do you have so many of them?!”
The Greek had several cats on his shoulders by this point, one even balancing on his head dangerously. “I don’t know.” He murmured softly, scratching behind a cat’s ears as it purred in his arms.
“I just take them in if they need food or a place to stay. But then they don’t really leave. Also,” he added, absentmindedly nuzzling a cat,” I think people have started leaving their cats at my doorstep.”
“That’s just mean!” You retorted, feeling utter disgust to people who would just abandon their pets like that. You kneeled down, carefully putting down the collars with the bells already attached to them on the floor.
Immediately your lap was claimed by a large black cat, who seemed to settle down nicely. “Tell me about it. But I suppose vets get that all the time.” He said calmly, putting the collar on the one on your lap.
Then you buckled a collar around the one he was holding. When he released the cat and yours left you, new ones took their places, not knowing that what they were doing was making it so much more easier for you two.
“I can understand though why people do that sort of thing to vets. I mean if they haven’t got enough money to pay for the treatment but still don’t want the animal to suffer, if you think about it, it’s actually better than just leaving them behind in the woods to die.”
“You have a point.” You replied as you worked, the heap of collars growing smaller each time.
“You want to become a vet right?” You asked, glancing up at him as he played with a cat, gently patting at her paws and smiling at her when she patted his hands. “Yeah, it’s tough but I want to be able to help these guys.”
The corners of your mouth turned up and you giggled as you watched how some of the cats reacted to the bells. A couple of them froze, wanting to know where the sound came from, so whipped their gazes from side to side, only making the bell chime more.
Others started biting at their collars in frustration, growling in kitty anger. But then again there were a few who just shrugged in their own way and claimed the spots underneath the radiators and started snoring kittely.
As you were watching them, the one you were holding had had enough of the attention, squirming and eventually scratching your hand to get away. You jumped, letting go of the tabby instantly and blinking at your finger.
Red oozed out from the scratch, not that it hurt a lot, but it stung like hell. A tear in your eye, you held your hand, gasping when Heracles rushed over to your side.
“Are you okay?!” He asked loudly, which was uncharacteristic for him. You winced for a moment, gritting your teeth.
“It’ll be okay.” You replied, looking at your flowing blood in disdain. Gently he cradled your hand and his next action made you freeze.
He bought your hand to his face and kissed your scratch, making sure not to leave a single spot unkissed.
“Hera....cles?” He gazed up at you, his mouth turned up in a smile that made your heart beat a mile a minute.
“You’ll be fine now.” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, his olive green eyes closed. You could feel his exhaled breath against your lips and in a moment’s lapse of judgement you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his.
He stiffened noticeably and you pulled back in sadness. Not that he let you, he moved forwards so your kiss didn’t get broken.
It ended after a few moments, him smiling breathlessly at you. You grinned back, your cheeks flushed red. You could see movement out of the corner of your eye though and you glanced around, shifting closer to the brunette.
“Heracles? I think we’re being watched.”