Entry #10.
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-Go Fish-
The day had begun with a light snowfall, and a gentle breeze. The sun was peering out from behind the looming clouds and the air was crisp, but not chilly. They stepped outside, one after the other, and inhaled the cold aura of winter.
''It's going to be a beautiful day…'' Yuriy could not help but remark, as he caught a falling snowflake on his gloved finger.
Ivan ruined his tranquil demeanor as he threw a snowball at his captain and watched it collide in the mass of red hair. Sergei joined in, with a hearty laugh, and on the sidelines; Boris watched them throw around the snow.
It was not long before Daitenji strode out and shivered. The elderly man was not used to the biting frost and yet these young men had grown up in snow banks. They cherished the white and pristine moments that the snow offered them.
''Come on boys, we should get going, if we don't want to miss our flight.''
The bus was waiting for them, and the driver smiled welcomingly as each youthful face boarded his vehicle. The door slid shut, and with a smooth start, the engine revved, and they began moving, departing the forlorn Abbey for the big cities, tournaments, stadiums, and dishes.
He offered his help and support and they willingly agreed to go along for the ride.
Yuriy sat along the long back seat of the bus, and Boris sat on the opposite side. Their friends shared a bench, towards the middle and began to play cards. Daitenji idly chatted with the driver and occasionally, one of the two men would laugh.
Blue eyes glanced over to his left, but silvery eyes did not meet his glance. They were focused on the flakes outside, still falling, as they rode through them. He sighed to himself and pressed his warm cheek up against the cool glass. His breaths were fogging the window. He'd occasionally lift a finger and trace idle words into them.
Boris only looked over then, when he no longer felt the icy orbs staring at him. He watched as Yuriy drew patterns against the glass and he decided to do the same. He'd sometimes look back over to the redhead, as inspiration, when he noticed, even at a distance that four familiar letters were being spelled out.
Yu…Bo?
What was a YuBo?
Yuriy glanced over again and found Boris frowning at him. ''Yuriy…'' Boris wanted to ask what the word meant, that was neither Russian nor English, when he suddenly realized what they meant. Yuriy was smirking at him and murmured in return, ''Boris…''
His own lips twitched into a smirk and he understood what the message was. It was a subtle hint of something unspoken between them.
Boris spelled out BoYu and Yuriy chuckled, before blowing him a kiss, when no one was looking.
Ivan turned around and stared at his friends, for a silent moment, but as they were both turned away from another, with their eyes out of the window, he shrugged and said to Sergei, ''Go Fish…''
-EndE-
