#cats.....

     When he had invited Ryuji over he had really intended to study. Or, more accurately, he had intended to help Ryuji study, since his friend’s scores seemed to suffer more often than not. Without the others around, Akira expected them to at least make it through enough material to earn decent scores, but the weather was nice, and Leblanc was beginning to feel a little stuffy, making it difficult to concentrate. The cooler weather outside seemed to beckon him, and after nearly an hour of scouring notes and small pop quizzes he gave up. Frequent breaks were important, right? And walking around, burning off excess energy would help them study. Obviously they just had to go outside, even if it meant idly wandering around the neighborhood.

     The afternoon was breezy, cool but not too cold. Thick, white clouds drifted lazily overhead, and for a moment Akira sort of wished they were back home, near the countryside. Cloud watching in the city wasn’t nearly as fun without the feeling of the gentle grass beneath your back and the wind in your hair. But it wasn’t clouds that caught his attention as he wandered through the neighborhood, eyes drifting upward: it was a cat.

     “Ryuji, look--”

     Just out of reach and perched on a windowsill was a large, ginger cat, purring contentedly in the sunlight. Yongen-Jaya was home to a multitude of cats, it seemed, and Akira had taken it upon himself to make sure as many of them as possible were fed and loved. Several had even grown to know him, approaching him and letting themselves be pet. This particular cat was wearing a collar he didn’t recognize, and he was filled with the sudden determination to introduce himself to the fluffy little stranger.

hes baby

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