Yura x Beka Forever

Trip out to town.

(Pic is Lyon)

Of course Beka likes going out to town. It's cold, raining, and the train is crowded. I ended up sitting on Beka's lap for the whole ride, noticing a few people staring or taking pictures. Beka taps on my shoulder as we made our stop. He said we were going to some sort of mall, but what he forgot to mention was...

"There are so many fucking cats!" I yelled as I hear Beka chuckle.

"Well, it is a cat café. What did you expect?" He asked, sitting down next to where I was starting to cover myself in cats.

I set a cat on his lap, making him flinch slightly. "Well, you said that we were going to a mall, not a paradise. Now, the most important question you have ever been asked is about to be thrown at you Beka." I saw his eyes go wide and he gave his full attention to me. I picked up my phone and handed it to him. "Are we aloud to take pictures?"

He groaned and I laughed a little as he started to snap pictures. 

We stayed for  few hours, and my whole body just felt tired. I remember Beka going to get me a coffee before I sat down with the cats on a couch. Nothing after that.

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(Beka pov) 

When I got back with Yura's coffee he was giggling with a cat on his head. I smiled as he saw me and giggled lightly. "What's got you so cheery?" I ask as he sets the cat down.

"You really love me, don't you?" He says, leaning onto my shoulder. I go to answer and wraps his arms around my neck. "I'm too tired to walk back to the train. You should carry me." He said, dramatically yawning as he leaned on me with more force.

I sat for a second, dumb founded by Yura's bluntness. He usually does everything he can to do everything by himself. Even if he's tired. What is going on. 

"Be~ka~" He whined, drawing the vowels out.

"Uh, Yura, are you sure you can't walk. We haven't been out that long. And it's only like four. I jus-"

"You talk too much. Like my Potya always yowling. Oh, is that coffee?" His attention was rapid fire to new things, still keeping his place on top of me. 

He grabbed the coffee and took a long sip, looking between me and the cotton colored cat that was making it's way onto my other shoulder. He stopped drinking, looking right at the cat, in it's eyes. Yura put a hand down between my legs, pushing himself closer to the cats face. I was going to protest, but I knew that if I moved, the cat would move. Whether it was the cat boy in my lap or the real cat on my shoulder, both would be upset by either outcome. Yura got face to face with the cat, barely a centimeter between the two. The cat took the first move, moving to touch noses with Yura.

"Beka.. how do I take this cat home?" I blinked again, looking at how the cat and Yura had turned their head towards me.

"Uh, Yura, are you su-"

"Beka. How do I get this cat to be my own?" Yura said in a serious manor. I was going to tell him we couldn't when a women came up behind us. 

"Are you two looking to adopt a cat? I over heard you after seeing how well you and Lyon were getting along." She smiled and I notice that Yura smiled back up as he stood up.

"Yes, I have a cat and she's just so lonely during the day when I'm not able to home. I feel like this little guy is just such symbol of me." I'd never have guessed that, or thought Yura could say something like that. 

"Oh, well, just come to my office and we'll sign the adoption papers. It's a thousand rubles for the adoption, will that be okay?" I sigh, know that Yura could carry that in his pocket and still be fine on money. Stupid Fairy Boy.