[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

When Viktor Nikiforov stood in the small square outside the back door exit of the haunted house, he was still a little angry.

Two dedicated actors pulled him into a hole in an instant, and then pushed him up a slide together to a small basement.He was so surprised that he didn't want to fight back.But how can you make trouble at your critical moment?So after he came to his senses, he easily touched the hidden door in the basement, went up the stairs and returned to the floor, and gave the actor a kick—the actor's companion didn't know where he was, and he was outside the door Get into a crouch to frighten passers-by.

After the muscular dedicated zombie's nose is bleeding, he repeatedly tells Victor the correct escape route and runs away holding his nose.

How could they forcefully separate him from Yuuri?His Yuuri is sure it's going to piss his pants.He's worried—he's worried even though he knows it's a haunted house full of shows—just thinking about Yuuri being alone with what he's afraid of.

He sighed and sat on the bench beside the flower bed in the small square.When will Yuuri come out?Even if I go back now, I will get lost in this maze-like building.

He looked at the two corpses in the square—they were supposed to be rag dolls, and they were pulling the cordon of the police station beside them.He decided to wait a while.If Yuuri hasn't come out for too long, he'll go back and look for him, even if he beats up all the staff.

He didn't have to wait long, however.About ten minutes later, a pink figure ran out from another exit in a panic.He breathed a sigh of relief and started to meet him, but he stopped because there was another black figure running out after Yuuri.

"Don't run, you little bastard!" A dark man ran after Yuuri waving his hands-Victor recognized that it was one of the two people who took him away, "You dare to hit me, you ——" "Come on! It's spacious here!" Yuuri panted and raised his weapon in front of him - it was a long and narrow bamboo blade.

At this moment, Yuuri brandished the bamboo piece, and began to yank it back and forth at the man playing the role of zombie—no way, it’s the habit of a swordsman, and in a hurry, he can pick up any long and narrow thing as a knife—that The man screamed, grabbed and beat Yuuri, but he couldn't get close to him.Yuuri is so nimble, he probably thinks this is one of his fencing bouts, and he yells angrily as he fights, "Let you bully Viktor! Let you stain his clothes, let you—"

Victor looked down at the two black handprints on his suit, and shook his head helplessly.He wanted to stop them, but the sight made his heart skip a beat.

Yuuri wants to protect him.He has always been there to protect Yuuri, and also feels that Yuuri is weak and needs his protection forever.This was not true however - he looked at the angry pink figure.Yuuri's clothes are all dirty, his pants are streaked with dust, he must have crawled everywhere looking for him.His sweatshirt was open, sweat was dripping from his neck and flushed face.His expression was angry, and the fear of entering this haunted house at the beginning disappeared completely-Victor laughed, and he thought Yuuri was stunned at this moment.But—another complex emotion rose in his heart.

But when the farce was finally stopped by the staff who came one after another, Victor felt that they were in trouble-they ignored the warning sign and beat the staff, and Yuuri was even more ruthless. The black and gray men of the zombies all hit it again-obviously he didn't know who "kidnapped" Victor, and he was stubbornly entangled in color and gender based on his memory at the time.

"We are so naive." After they paid the compensation and finally took the nurses away, Victor leaned his whole body against the evergreen trees in the flower bed and let out a long sigh.

"..." Yuuri's face was still hot, but it wasn't from anger anymore, he was dying of shame.Yes, they are obviously just acting, why do they take it seriously?He felt that his 24 years had been in vain—it was the first time he had entered a haunted house in 24 years, and he was still involved in the scene to such an extent that he really wanted to bump his head into the flower bed behind them.What is he thinking?Victor also only hit one guy, and he hit at least five.

"But, it's nice to be childish with Yuuri." Victor turned his face away, smiling at him.So Yuuri smiled too—the sadness because of shame just now disappeared quickly, and he felt a familiar and happy emotion filling his heart, so he and Victor threw themselves into the evergreen wood together, and looked at the whole world together. sunset sky.

At this moment, he didn't notice the subtle psychological changes in Victor, but just felt that no matter what he did, good or bad, as long as he did it with Victor, he felt no regrets.

"Yuuri, stop—I said stop!" Viktor yelled at Yuuri across the way, wondering if Yuuri's mask was soundproof.

"What's wrong?" Yuuri panted from his incessant, scrambled attacks.

"Yuuri, I told you." Victor said sternly, "I told you about the second part of the test. Now tell me."

With this tone again, he felt that the recent Victor was more frightening than all the Victors he had ever seen. "Not only must strike correctly, but also be able to perform two or three consecutive strikes, flick and counterattack." Yuuri replied in a low voice.

"Yes, this is the most basic, and I didn't ask you for anything else. But how did you do it?" Victor emphasized, "Even if you want to imitate my quick attack without giving the enemy time to think about it, you still have to There must be rules, not random swings, you know it yourself, right?"

Yuuri lowered his head, not wanting to worry about how the other party knew he wanted to imitate him.His condition is still terrible.

"Yuuri, you've been weird lately. What's the matter with you?" Victor finally slowed down, but the next words made Yuuri extremely uncomfortable, "You've always been able to do what you said, so I firmly believe Tell people you have more than two paragraphs. I even sometimes think you can type three paragraphs. Do you want to tell me what's going on?"

"No." Yuuri raised his head stubbornly.

It's all because of you.He added in his mind.

First of all, it wasn't that different when he just returned to training from the blissful atmosphere of the trip, but Yuuri found that Viktor suddenly became more careful and strict, often picking on his little mistakes.Victor was able to maintain his smile and gentleness the first few times, but he has always been the type that kills people when he is serious-this Yuuri has been deeply aware of since he was a child, but as Victor strengthened this attribute, it gradually became unbearable for Yuuri ——He knows that he paid the price to follow Fujiwara's, for him to accept those product advertisements that he hates, although he didn't mention it to Yuuri once, but Yuuri started to get more and more serious as he taught him more and more Feeling more and more guilty, and even a little doubtful—does Victor feel that he has really overhyped his abilities?

Also, Victor hasn’t worn a mask or protective gear since he came back from the game. Every afternoon, appearing on the field is like going on a date—almost every day, he changes his clothes, there is no wrinkle in his suit and shirt, or he has sunglasses in his jacket pocket. , and even wore a tie once.This makes Yuuri often unable to concentrate - Victor's image is already enough for that, although his movements are still very flexible, but why?

"Victor, have you started wearing perfume?" Yuuri sniffed, and with the breeze, the scent that had been wafting into his nostrils for a week made him even more confused, "Can I ask why you dress up every day?" Own?"

The person opposite finally put away his aura, and asked tentatively, "Does Yuuri look good?"

"It's not pretty." Yuuri bowed his head against his will, he didn't notice that when the other person asked him something, he looked like a child waiting for praise.

"Really?" Victor mused for a moment in frustration.But he quickly re-entered the role, "Remove the redundant action you just did, and do it again!"

He didn't answer the perfume question.Yuuri started swinging his sword listlessly, he has known him for more than ten years, and he has never seen him interested in perfumes, and with his own knowledge of perfumes, he can't smell which perfume it belongs to - Mari is often in his ear It is said that the brand of perfume can reflect a person's mood.What is Victor for?Could it be—

"Yuuri." Viktor's angry voice sounded across from him, and he realized that he had made a mistake again, "From now on, you practice by yourself until I find that you meet my requirements, I will not I'll teach you again. Yes," he changed his shoes and walked towards the exit, intercepting Yuuri's questioning, "one day I don't reach it, one day I won't come again."

"I heard that those guys from Kyoto are not strict, so you don't have to worry." Phichit looked at Yuuri who was spread out in a pile on the bunk, "Because the summer exam is held by the Kyoto Kendo Association under the supervision of our dojo, and their home court in Kyoto in winter It will be stricter."

Yuuri didn't seem to be listening.So Phichit is acutely aware that there must be something wrong with him and Viktor - Yuuri always has something to do with Viktor when he's distracted. "Well... You said it would be good, but you were afraid to express your feelings to him, so why are you doing it now?"

"Victor has become unfamiliar." Yuuri said dully in the pillow, "He is very dissatisfied with me, seems to be disappointed, and also, he doesn't come to see me at night now."

"It's true that he doesn't come to cling to you anymore. You didn't have any unpleasantness that day when you went out to play." Phichit was thinking, obviously when they came back, Yuuri smiled like a fool.

"No unpleasantness, but—" He thought of Victor's performance in that operating room, and it made his heart skip a beat, but it was a far cry from Victor now, and he really felt that Victor had always been him The thick dictionary he read when he was a child - he can never finish it.

"But he wears perfume, huh?" Phichit laughed. "I can smell it when I walk past him—by the way, maybe it's not his perfume—" He stopped just in time, because he noticed Yuuri started covering his head with the blanket.So he touched his nose embarrassingly, "Don't think too much, maybe he just suddenly felt that he needed some perfume to improve his gentleman's taste... Let me help you see if he is in the room."

Yuuri didn't move.The hole now only needs to be moved a little bit to reveal the desk - of course it is Phichit's masterpiece to save trouble every time.

"Well, he's not here." Yuuri listened to Phichit panting softly and moving the desk back under the covers, then the sound of a drawer being opened, and then he felt something fall on his cover.

"I finally thought of giving it to you today—it has been washed out for several days." Phichit said and began to take off his socks on his bunk, "Look at how happy you are? Maybe he just wants you to pass the exam." Strictly demanding you is simply because you are thinking blindly."

Slap.Phichit turned off his own wall lamp.So Yuuri sat up in the dark, turned on his wall lamp, collected the photos scattered on the quilt on the pillow, and began to look at those photos one by one under the dim light.

Several of the shots were taken by Victor himself when he was playing Miyamoto Musashi, and Yuuri felt that he was wasting the film—he didn't pay attention to his shooting skills, and he took pictures of himself without image.Then they stood at the gate when they left Hozenji Temple and asked someone to take a photo for them. In the photo, both of them were smiling brightly, and Victor's arm was still hanging on his shoulder-everything like this, whether it was at the station , I found a secluded and beautiful place along the street, or in the woods in front of the haunted house, as long as they took pictures together, Victor always stuck to him, from childhood to adulthood—the arms were either pulling his arms or put an arm around his shoulders.It cheered him up a little.So he continued to watch.

While watching, he automatically started to play recent events in his mind, trying to find the factors that made him happier, but he found himself even more depressed——Victor was too strict, as if he didn’t believe his ability anymore, Victor was more serious every afternoon Handsome and exaggerated image, whoever perfume is on Victor, Victor goes out almost every night. . .And then his eyes fixed on the last photo—taken by a reluctant nurse against the backdrop of the haunted house exit—they were finally leaving the haunted house—

Yuuri has a weary smile on his face, they're standing very close together, but—look carefully and you can see that Viktor's smile is a bit forced, he puts his hands in his trouser pockets and doesn't touch Yuuri.

He's not afraid of him demanding him harshly, not afraid of him not coming to teach him because of his mistakes, and taking another [-] steps, he doesn't even mind that he has a new girlfriend - he's just afraid of not knowing why, when Victor Maybe he won't even have a good impression of him as a friend.

Katsuki Yuuri buried his face in those photos and wept quietly.