Entry #: 5

For: YuBo WAVE!2.

I was going to post this at Christmas, but I decided to save it until the WAVE!2. :D.

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Boris had never received a present before. That's why when Yuriy stood before him holding out a box neatly wrapped in newspaper, he merely stared at his best friend as though he had grown another head.

Yuriy frowned when Boris made no move to take the box.

"Boris, take it. It's for you!"

Boris blinked and silently took the box, flipping it over several times before finally tearing off the newspaper wrapping carefully. Gingerly, he lifted the lid, peering inside the box curiously.

Inside, surrounded by more newspaper was one of the nicest pocketknives the young lilac haired boy had ever seen. It had a top of the line blade and painted on the handle was Boris' favorite animal; a falcon.

The knife was no doubt stolen one of Yuriy's and Balkov's trips to town, but that didn't bother Boris. To him, receiving the knife was one of the best things that had ever happened to him.

Yuriy looked at his older friend, his blue eyes seeming to sparkle in the light.

"Do you like it?"

Boris nodded, examining the knife more closely.

Yuriy smiled.

"I knew you would! I got you something else too. Lookit!!"

The little redhead removed the rest of the newspaper revealing an odd looking plant.

Boris merely raised an eyebrow and lifted the plant out of the box by the red ribbon it was tied to.

"Yuriy, what the hell is this?"

Yuriy giggled softly.

"It's mistletoe silly."

Boris gave him a blank look, obviously wanting more of an explanation.

Yuriy beamed.

"I saw it on Balkov's TV last week. When two people stand under it they have to kiss. It's the rules. I figured you might need it one day"

Boris stared at the plant for a minute longer before moving closer to Yuriy, holding the mistletoe above their heads.

Yuriy blushed and looked up at his best friend.

"Bor—"

Boris leaned down and captured Yuriy's lips in a chaste kiss, effectively stopping whatever protest he was about it make.

The elder Russian smiled faintly at Yuriy.

"Merry Christmas Yuriy."

Yuriy hugged his older friend, burying his head into the crook of Boris' neck,

"Merry Christmas Boris."

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