[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

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When Katsuki Yuuri slept soundly by the car window for the remaining 2 hours of driving, he didn't notice any major changes in Victor's mood.But when he woke up and stood on the platform of Nara Station, he realized that something was wrong.Victor anxiously pushed him around in a daze, from the platform to the ticket hall, and then from the hall to the next platform, without even letting Yuuri take a look at the beautiful, autumnal sea of ​​red next to Nara Station maple tree.Then, holding in Yuuri's arms two boxes of salmon sushi and a box of octopus balls that they hastily bought at the station shop, with the microphone of the station phone between his shoulders and neck, he debated with his mother for at least 5 minutes, Victor snatched the phone from behind, and settled the fight with a serious expression and a serious tone (this made him feel that Victor was born by his mother again).

Although it is true that you need to pay attention to the time in order to catch up with the "Asia" between Nara and Osaka, but as Yuuri who has lived with Victor for many years, it is obvious that this rush carries a kind of anticipation, excitement, or some kind of inexplicable Unknown pre-war enthusiasm? — like the night before he used to occasionally face a speech contest.Also, he sometimes looks at Yuuri in a trance.But as for?Obviously he was just going to the gymnasium in Osaka for an apprenticeship - he was completely wrong to think so.

With a can of coffee in his hand, he got on and off the train, got on and off the tram, walked through a small path from time to time, and finally was pushed by Victor behind the gate of the gym named "Fujiwara Gym", which looked quite large. , he slowly understood the meaning of Victor's vague attitude when he brought up the topic.

"Ah, Victor——" A tall, middle-aged man with a brown ponytail on the back of his head walked around the bar and walked into the lobby, and stepped forward to exchange a big hug with Victor, "I thought you Not this year, because you're all out of grad school—but it's a little early this year." His gaze shifts to Yuuri (who has just thrown the coffee can into the lobby bin, which Shi Zheng listened to their conversation with a face full of surprise), "Who is this young man?"

"This is Yuuri Katsuki," Victor said with his signature smile on his face, "it's mine—a childhood sweetheart. I won't be participating in training and activities this year, and I hope Yuuri can come here to train instead of me."

"..." The middle-aged man named Fujiwara Nosuke looked Yuuri up and down, "As an ordinary student, he can come by paying the venue fee—" "No, Mr. Fujiwara," Victor said solemnly, "he It’s going to replace me, and you’ll take over directly—you can’t be judged by appearances, my Mr. Fujiwara, I guarantee that he’s above the second dan, I’m sure.”

"Second Dan is indeed not bad at his age as a high school student, I hope your recommendation is correct—" "I'm 24 years old." Yuuri corrected dryly, and he noticed that this coach-looking man actually had a pair of With big green eyes, he looks like a foreigner, but he obviously has an authentic Japanese name, and he still speaks with a standard Kansai accent.But more importantly, he hasn't fully digested all this information, Victor?Hadn't he been studying at the university in Moscow?What the hell is going on here?

Victor folded his arms.He tapped his leather shoes on the wooden floor a few times, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and said reluctantly, "Okay. I'd like to think about the poster photo of that company last year, If they still need it. What's it called—war fervor?"

"It's battle blood. That's great," Fujiwara Nosuke took his hand with one hand and patted Yuuri's shoulder with the other, "They keep pestering me like I can take some of their profits It’s like a dollar bill. It’s none of my business—but if you don’t want to see a man in a business suit kneeling in front of your door every few days…”

Yuuri just keeps listening, dumbfounded, and they talk about things like "last year's East End game" and "this year's new kid is alright", completely unaware of Yuuri's mood at the moment - he feels a Familiar and even a little shameful, Viktor not only had no news for four years, but also came back to Japan every summer vacation, right here——Osaka, far closer to him than Moscow!He didn't even go back to see him!And what was even more damning, why hadn't he heard Victor talk about the fact that he had been training in kendo and even participated in competitions?It's as if Victor has been arranging everything silently for so many years, and then announced to him like a notice, like telling him many times, "I've cleaned your raincoat for you, put it on when you leave", he Are you going to treat him like a younger brother or a son for the rest of your life?

He ran home on impulse, but he suddenly remembered his original intention for this trip - he came to accompany Victor to escape marriage, if Victor made such a shocking act of "escaping marriage", as a friend, No, as Katsuki Yuuri, if he didn't accompany him, he wouldn't even forgive himself.So he still stood there silently, trying to calm down the emotion that he wanted to lose his temper-fortunately, this was quickly interrupted.

"Coach—!" A dark-skinned boy with the same black hair ran out from the back door, "Xintai fell down, and his bamboo sword stabbed his—ah, you can't be— Are you Victor? Victor Nikiforov?" The boy said excitedly when he saw the silver-haired man opposite him, and then grabbed Fujiwara Nosuke's arm, "Coach, hurry up, hurry up Lend me your camera, quick—I'm going to take a picture with him and put it on my bedroom wall—" "Haven't you got your camera back from the repair shop? Honestly, I don't want to lend it to you, the last time you Paint my precious Kodak flashlight—let me introduce you,” the middle-aged coach said helplessly, turning back, “this is my student—Phichit Churanon from Thailand, who came here last fall Victor, he listened to me a lot about you, and even collected some game photos to paste on his newspaper clippings—Yuuri, don’t look at me like that, I’m only half Italian, can Phichit be friends with you ,Yes or no?"

Yuuri nodded politely, looked at the dark-skinned boy on the opposite side and extended a hand to him with a smile, "Hello, new here. You can share a room with me if you don't mind—" "No, thank you Kindly, Yuuri will live with me, we live outside." Victor interrupted, but Yuuri immediately took Phichit's hand, "I would love to share a room with you! Please give me your advice!"

Just kidding, the shadow of that dream is not over yet, he doesn't know what strange behavior he will make if he wants to sleep with Victor.He didn't notice that Viktor's exuberant expression had collapsed a bit.

"...Poor Xintai, he poked his own—I mean, it made him feel a kind of resistance when he pissed..."

"Did you know that our coach also has an Italian name, Celestino Cialdini?"

"Why won't he lend me the camera, I can buy the film myself - I just put some white paint on the flash... Yuuri, can't you sleep?"

Yuuri tosses and turns on his bunk, thinking how I can't sleep if you're nagging me so much, but he adds casually, "Why did you do that?"

"Because..." Phichit crossed his legs on the opposite bedding, "I thought that would make my skin in the photo, you know, whiter..."

Yuuri chuckled.This annoyed the friend across the way, so he turned to a topic he thought he could have with Yuuri, "How did you and Viktor meet? Wow, how did you know him, you know—he's nothing but the first I won No.3 in one year, and I have been the champion of the Western Region for three consecutive years... I really want him to teach me how to practice better 'canxin'..."

To his surprise, Yuuri didn't pick up.Even for a split second he admired Victor even more, but it didn't feel right to keep hearing about his experiences from other people when he knew him so well.So he couldn't sleep anymore.What is Victor doing now?During the day, he has been in that excited mood, and from time to time, he stops what he is doing, meditates on something, as if he has something on his mind-he is too familiar with his state, it is not common, this only happens When Victor was in trouble.

What could be on his mind—the consequences of running away from marriage?Concerns about Anfisa?

Yeah, that's normal.Yuuri's mind wandered, and suddenly he saw Phichit's enlarged face in front of him - startled, and sat up.

"I said, are you thinking of Victor?" Phichit made a face at him, ignoring the series of "NO" from the other party, "I was thinking in the afternoon, what is the relationship between you? He looks like Like your own father—well, like your own brother—”

Yuuri looks away, he doesn't want to admit they're just friends now.His ears were a little red. "Oh—no way, you must be...that!" He gave Yuuri two thumbs up. "Brother Thumb?" Yuuri said.

"No, no, that's the one. In fact, our country also has it..." Phichit waved his hands at him, as if he wanted to explain more to him, but he found that his friend didn't seem to be listening.

So he sighed suddenly, pulled Yuuri up from the bunk, walked to the end of the desk next to his bed against the wall, and motioned for Yuuri to stand there. "What a crime. Who asked me to share your roommate, or I will take this secret to the grave - lift it up, follow my rhythm, you pull back, I push forward - lightly, this desk The drawers are a bit loose..."

As they moved—and tried not to make too much noise—the desk moved into a corner, revealing the bare wall and—a walnut-sized hole in the wall near the floor, with a mess of wires inside.

"This is the hole they left when they ran the power line last year," Phichit whispered, as they squatted in front of the hole together, "they found a better line later, but I fooled the maintenance man and it wasn't sealed. Hold—" He flicks some threads aside gently, revealing a dark hole in the wall, motioning for Yuuri to look in through the hole.Yuuri's eyes widen in surprise—he sees Victor in the next room.

"You should be thankful for the current season," Phichit whispered, "the season will come in another month, and you can only go out and stay in a hotel. And luckily, he is next door to us - you know, I used to take photos secretly at the entrance of the cave When I was in the competition, I met a couple with their children, and the scene was really unsightly..."

Yuuri didn't listen carefully.He's adjusting the angle to get a better view of Victor.Victor's room was lit with a desk lamp. He didn't sleep on the bed, but walked around the bed, propped his chin in thought while walking, sometimes smiled happily, and sometimes frowned and worried.

He is abnormal.Yuuri thought.He got worried, so he stood up and walked towards the door, "I'll go see him."