[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"Yuuri—! When did you come?" Viktor exclaimed in mock surprise, "How did you know I was here?"

"I asked the front desk at the gym...they said you asked them about a unique bar." Yuuri repeated sheepishly, "I'm sorry."

"Why do you have to apologize?" Victor asked solemnly, regardless of Sara's desperate winking at him, which meant 'people keep apologizing, so don't ask why'.

"I—" Yuuri sighed and looked Victor straight in the eye, "I overheard your conversation."

Victor turned his face to Sara with a "look he's just so honest and cute" expression.Sara gave him a disdainful look and broke the deadlock, "Is this the friend you mentioned, Victor?" She stepped out of the bar and took Yuuri's arm, "Come have a drink?"

She didn't notice that Yuuri frowned slightly when she heard her call Viktor's name, and he smelled her perfume—exactly the same as Viktor's, which made his frown even higher, which made his frown even higher. He had to smooth it out with his hands as he sat down next to Victor.

"I don't mind if you eavesdrop, Yuuri." Viktor smiled at him, "But since you heard it, don't you be mad at me?"

"I was never mad at you," Yuuri said.I'm just scared.He added another sentence in his heart.Then he saw a glass of wine almost the same color as Victor placed in front of him, "I added soda for you, I guess you can drink without him." Sara winked at him.He stared at the glass of wine hesitantly—a big hand pushed the glass of wine in front of him, "Sarah, he can drink very well. But he has been very tired recently, and I'm afraid it will cause his old illness. You get him That—is the sweet water you recommended to me on the first day."

Yuuri tried to refute, but he looked at Viktor - he seemed to be half-drunk, and if he got too drunk, he would undress in front of this woman. . .So he suppressed his craving for spirits, and looked at a small egg cup that reappeared in front of him, filled with pink transparent liquid. "Peach wine?" Yuuri asked in surprise.

"Yeah, your Japanese specialty." Sara looked at him with interest.So he took a sip.tastes good.But he didn't intend to drink it, and only sipped a little when Victor cheerily toasted him saying "Congratulations Yuuri Katsuki for being promoted to the second dan".

But Viktor was probably too happy, he kept pouring himself drinks, talking to Yuuri about how good his game was and so on, and soon the bottle of whiskey ran out, and he kept trying to persuade Drink with Sarah the bartender.Yuuri felt that the situation was getting out of hand, so he was trying to say something to persuade him to go back when a tall foreign man who looked a bit like Sarah appeared beside them.

"It's enough for you to harass my sister by yourself, and this time you also hooked up a Japanese pervert, huh?" Michele Crispino said loudly to Victor. "Mitch! They're just my guests!" Sara rushed from behind the bar and hugged her brother's arm, as if his brother was about to punch Victor in the face.

Victor looked at him with interest, but didn't answer.Michele seemed to be even angrier, "I didn't do it because I admire your skill in kendo, but if you dare to disrespect my sister—" He reached into the ice bucket on the bar and grabbed a handful of ice cubes , "It will be like this." He clenched his fist, and with a creaking sound, the ice cubes shattered into small pieces and fell to the ground.

"You touched the boiler, didn't you, my friend? Sara told me you were helping in the back kitchen." Viktor motioned Yuuri to sit still, and he stood up nonchalantly, picking up the empty vodka on the table bottle, "Maybe you prefer this?"

He held the wine bottle with both hands, grasped the neck of the bottle with his right hand and squeezed hard - the entire slender neck of the bottle was broken off by him, leaving a big bottle belly. "We're leaving Yuuri. Thank you, Sara!" He tosses the two halves of the bottle onto the rug, and smiles at a stunned Sara.The latter had no choice but to run back to the bar and hastily ticked off a few sums on Victor's bill, stuffed it into his hand, and watched them walk out the door.

By the time Yuuri walked down the street with Victor, who swayed and hummed from time to time, it was already dark.

Yuuri has a lot of questions, like about Sara and her brother. . .There's even how he broke the bottle.But he didn't think it was appropriate to ask that in Viktor's unconscious state. . .And since just now, he has had a strange sense of disobedience. . .He walked with complicated emotions, not realizing that the person in front suddenly turned around and stopped.

"Yuuri, I just remembered that I'm not going back to the dormitory today." Viktor said to Yuuri suddenly and seriously, "I haven't been used to that bed for a long time, and that quilt always makes me feel damp. I want to find a Somewhere to get a good night's sleep, especially since I'm so drunk right now." He made a retching motion and looked at Yuuri wearily.

"Ah is it?" Yuuri looked at his face worriedly - he realized with guilt that he wasn't the only one who was exhausted from the stress of the exam, Viktor was also tired, even more tired than himself.So he nodded, "Then... I went back by myself? Or I'll take you there?"

"No, I'll just go by myself." Viktor replied bluntly, which surprised Yuuri, and a certain worry in his heart resurfaced—even though he wasn't afraid that Viktor would hate him anymore, Viktor really wasn't sticky lately him.

"Okay then." Yuuri said hesitantly, "You must be careful on the road. Come back early tomorrow—" He shouted at his back, but the other party just waved his arm at him without turning around.

Victor tried to slow down his pace as much as possible, pretending to be the slowest and most hobbled posture of a drunk, but his heart was beating like a drum.If that doesn't work, Chris, you'll just have to wait for me to send your ID to your dear Professor Dreyer. . .He cursed in his heart—fortunately, about a minute later, he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

"Victor." Yuuri took a breath and pulled his sleeve, "I'd better stay with you. You drink too much, I'm afraid you'll push the blanket like you used to... I mean, if you catch a cold, I'll have to I have endured Fujiwara's devil education all day long."

"That's great, thank you Yuuri." Yuuri felt dazzled for a moment - Viktor didn't seem to be drunk at all, but when he spoke again, his expression became confused and tired again, "You find me A hotel, I don't take a taxi. You know I get motion sickness."

"Okay." Yuuri laughed, Viktor was always a little boyish when he was drunk, and he fainted almost everything, that's the only thing about him that seemed mortal.So when the mortal finally put his arm expertly around his shoulder once more, mouth still babbling childish hotel requests in his ear, Yuuri grinned almost to the ear - the perfume on his body The smell is not so bad anymore.

They took a double room in a small hotel.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Victor walked into the bathroom as soon as he entered the door. "We didn't change clothes, but we can sleep naked."

"I don't mind wearing mine," Yuuri mutters, sitting on one of the beds.Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, he was still a little upset and a little inexplicably flustered.He wondered what if Victor insisted on sleeping in the same bed with him for a while—but his eyes accidentally fell on the floor in front of the bathroom door—there was a pile of them on the floor that Victor had just thrown. Clothes, and a note next to it—apparently dropped out of Victor's pocket.

It's the bill from the bar just now.Yuuri pinches the paper, and it's clear that something other than the bills has caught his attention - the words 'Sorry formy brother...' written in the margin at the top of the bills. He can only recognize a few of them Words, which were obviously written to Victor by the girl named Sara.But would the average bartender be so considerate to leave a message for the guests?This is obviously the feeling of an acquaintance—indeed, Victor should have been drinking in this bar recently, and he seemed to be having a good chat with Sarah. . .Even more surprising. . .It feels like they are really used to talking in English. . .

The sense of disobedience in his heart became more intense.Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Victor came out with a towel around his waist.

"Oh, she's interesting." Viktor caught Yuuri's confused expression, took the note and looked at it, "She actually left a message." Seeing Yuuri still staring at him, he casually translated, " She apologized for her brother and hoped we could come back next time."

"Are you sure she said 'we' and not 'you'?" Yuuri asked in a strange tone.But Viktor just crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, "Okay, Yuuri, aren't you tired?" He bent down slightly, lifted Yuuri's chin with one hand, and whispered his head in his ear, "How about sleeping together?"

Katsuki Yuuri's head went blank for a moment, and then a heat of tension mixed with shame stained his ears and cheeks—he'd heard Victor say "let's sleep together" many times, but he was sure this time It has a different meaning, just like that time in the operating room of the haunted house, Victor began to exude a strange aura again, which made people do not know how to deal with it.The tip of his nose was filled with the aroma of shampoo and shower gel on the other person, and his eyes fell uncontrollably on the other's muscular shoulders with water droplets. He knew that the other party was only wearing a towel, and the other party's voice Elegant and seductive. . .For a moment, he forgot his messy thoughts, and he only felt that Victor exuded a fatal allure at this moment, which made him reluctantly want to get lost. . .

Immediately afterwards, he felt the other party's arms wrapped around his waist, and his head rested on his shoulders.He felt unable to move.But he somehow felt like Viktor was as nervous as he was—his arms were trembling a little, and one of his hands started to stroke his hair up and down, and that made Yuuri's heart beat faster—and yet, he At the same time, there is a feeling that he can feel that Victor's movements are a little stiff, which is almost like his reaction when he first learned a certain skill when he was young——

Yuuri pushed him away violently.Viktor was surprised to see the sudden anger on Yuuri's face, and he said to him word by word, "I'm not your training target!"

"Yuuri, what are you talking about—" "You guys already knew I was there," Yuuri said through gritted teeth, "You guys played me together, it was a great show—really kind, you know I can't understand English— —”

Victor dropped his hands.He knew Yuuri was actually smart.So he explains softly, "Yeah, we did it on purpose. But those words are true, Yuuri. I really wanted to tell you."

Yuuri hesitated for two seconds.He knew that he didn't lie to him, but the flame that had been suppressed in his heart for so long was completely detonated with the arrogant method adopted by the other party again.He said in a deep voice as if he had finally vented, "How long are you going to treat me like a child? Why can't you talk to me properly? It's like this every time——Arranging everything like an adult, and then running Come and let me take it," he recalled every time Victor's "arrangements", such as when he heard sad news on the radio when he was a child, Victor always dialed the channel without saying anything; The cotton padded jacket was prepared for him, but he found that the children in the class laughed at him for being bloated like a rice ball; when they grew up, he left inexplicably, came back inexplicably, was getting married inexplicably, and Something to embarrass yourself about—"You always leave out the steps you can omit, 'ah, those things don't need to be told to Yuuri, he's still a kid'," he mimed in a high-pitched voice he thought might appear ignoring Victor’s questioning voice, “Yeah, childish and naive Yuuri, he really doesn’t need to know too many things, including how you lived for four years, who you met, what kind of relationship you have with the girl in the bar, He doesn't need to know anything, he just has to accept it obediently—"

"It's not like this!" Victor could only interrupt him loudly, he couldn't stand Yuuri's stern tone and sad expression, he felt a sense of grievance and loss surrounding him, the burning anger in Yuuri's eyes made him feel like he was being burned Turned into ashes, "I don't know how you can think that way, Yuuri, I just don't want to bother you too much—" "Yeah, it's enough for a child to be carefree. Do you know what the word dignity is?" Write?" Yuuri tapped his chest hard, "Do you know how I feel?" Then he walked around him to the door, "I don't want to be with you anymore, that really makes me feel like I'm only 10 years old .”

Viktor was nailed in place by the first half of his sentence, and then he asked seriously, in an unbelievably hurt tone, "When I get back you want me to promise not to run away without a word, and you--"

I promised you and I promised myself that I would never leave you again, but you said so easily to leave me?

Yuuri Katsuki didn't answer, he opened the door and never looked back at him again.