[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

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Katsuki Yuuri stood in the group, looking at the crowd at the dojo from time to time.For a week, he was finally allowed to receive coach Kim Jong's training with everyone, but one day he felt a certain scorching stare for several days-because few people here watched his training attentively, so several times This time he wanted to confirm the owner of that line of sight—he was looking forward to it and afraid that his guess was correct.However, he didn't find that person once, only yesterday, when he suddenly looked back, he only vaguely saw a familiar figure from the back.But it was probably just a tall man of similar stature to Victor, wearing a fancy hat that Victor would never wear, and a silk scarf around his neck.The figure hurriedly walked out the door, bowing slightly as if uncomfortably, as if covering a cough with his hand.

But today he didn't see that person.He looked away in disappointment, and heard the coach calling his name.So he stood in the clearing, clenched his bamboo sword and looked at his opponent—a tall boy who was a head taller than him, looking at him defiantly from behind his mask.

He must have despised me in his heart.Yuuri thought.He tilted his head and smiled.

"Little Four Eyes, don't smile!" The boy opposite shouted, and swung the bamboo sword at Yuuri.

1.2.3. Yuuri counted the opponent's attacks in his mind, and didn't realize that there were exclamations from around - no one would have thought that this black-haired boy doing chores was so powerful, he quickly avoided all the opponent's attacks, and reacted quickly Find opportunities to attack any part of the opponent-calf, shoulder, thigh, those are not effective parts at all, they can't score in the game at all, and few people do it.

The tall boy in the armor didn't feel the pain, but he felt the provocation inside him, and he started to let out a cry with the attack, but it hastened his defeat - Yuuri poked him in the middle of the stomach .

"Katsusei!" Jin Zheng slapped his hands, "I didn't expect that—why didn't you tell me your strength earlier?" He walked over and patted Yuuri on the shoulder, "You don't need to do chores, let this guy replace you. He kicked the losing boy, "Follow me, I guarantee you will pass the three-stage exam without any suspense."

Yuuri was full of resentment, thinking that you don't want to watch me train, how would you know my strength.This made him look outside again—again, there was no one there.

"Hey, little four eyes, crawl out and find a mop for me!" Long Yi knocked hard on the warehouse door with a bucket in his hand. "Where did you go? If you don't come out again, I want you to look good!"

"You don't need to mop the floor today." Yuuri opened the door and looked at him suspiciously, "Mopping once every two days, I did it yesterday."

"I don't want to either! But there is a fool who left a lot of muddy footprints on the ground! Don't you know that it has been raining heavily since yesterday?" Long Yi yelled at him, "Besides, I seemed to see him wandering around in the building just now, When I get the mop, I’ll give him a slap when I meet him. So what if he’s tall—hey, where are you going?!”

Yuuri Katsuki ran down the dimly lit hallway, his heart beating faster.He always had a feeling that although he felt that Victor was unlikely to find him, he had been wanting to see him for so many days, and wanted to - but he didn't know how to face him.But he felt that he had overreacted a bit, maybe what Long Yi was talking about was just a homeless man sheltering from the rain?

It was still raining outside.Yuuri covers his head with his hands and looks around.The streets were empty with only a few pedestrians—he searched the building, but he didn't see anyone except security.Wait, that's—

There was a tall man smoking with his back facing him under the street lamp in the small garden on the street, wearing a hip-hop hat, fat jeans, and a white vest—Yuuri approached slowly, then a moment of disappointment—Victor no matter what Nor would I wear a white vest like this, nor would I have a tattoo on my back. . .He turned around and walked back slowly.He also heard the man yelling something into the distance.

"What if I say I don't?"

A small but familiar voice entered Yuuri's ears, and he turned around in disbelief.

"If you don't, you just wait—" The man in the white vest walked to the corner of the garden and waved his fist—a pale and strong hand reached out from the dark corner and immediately grabbed his. Fist, and fold it towards its owner - with a slight creaking sound, the man in the white vest screamed and ran away clutching his arm.

Yuuri stares at the man who emerges from the shadows—the man is wearing an almost identical hat to the man from before, jeans and a black T-shirt, and a mask, but he recognizes the blue eyes immediately— —The owner of those eyes also saw Yuuri, and turned around without looking back, coughing uncontrollably as he walked.

"You—you wait!" Yuuri started chasing the man, his heart was about to jump out, he ran quickly in the rain, but the man also hurried forward, his black leather shoes were accumulating There were splashes of water in the water.

The tall man walked quickly, and he walked quickly onto a pedestrian street.There were so many people there that Yuuri could only desperately keep his eyes open in the rain, staring at the figure behind him - but he caught up to him quickly - a young boy running eagerly bumped into the figure in the flowered hat, and With just such a bump, the figure seemed to be overwhelmed and sat on the ground full of stagnant water.He took off his mask and panted heavily, and took off his hat, revealing his short silver hair tightly tucked into the hat.

"Victor—what's the matter with you?" Yuuri said hoarsely, bending over to look at him.His whole body was soaked, his face was still flushed abnormally, and his blue eyes were tired.He stared at Yuuri closely, as if he couldn't get enough of it, and forced out a non-answer sentence from his mouth. "He actually said that I'm not allowed to wear a hat like his - that's a no-no for gang members. God, it's like I'm one of his gang members." "But you're—" Yuuri didn't finish, because he It was found that Victor was lying on his back on the ground, panting heavily with his eyes closed—he didn't faint, but it looked like he had no strength left.

"Thank you, Long Yi." Yuuri wiped off his sweat, watching the tall boy across from him put Victor on his little bunk.When Yuuri reluctantly helped Victor up from the ground and walked to the gymnasium building, he found that Long Yi was mopping those mud marks in the corridor, cursing in a low voice.

"Who called him Viktor Nikiforov?" Long Yi took a breath and put his hands on his hips. "It's someone else and I'm sure I'll beat him to the teeth—" "Thank you," Yuuri added, his face turning red with a mixture of joy and worry. "I—you're welcome!" Long Yi stammered, "That's it, give him some medicine, I asked the security to get it. You take good care of him. I did see him in the building just now, he It didn't look good at the time - he walked a little listlessly. I'm leaving!" He ran out the door in a panic, and knocked over the mop outside the door at the sound.

The small warehouse fell silent.Yuuri props Viktor's head up a little higher and feeds him a fever reducer.Then he sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at this familiar face.His heart was in turmoil, but nothing could compare to the sadness at this moment.Victor's silver hair was disheveled, and his long bangs were stuck to his face with sweat and rain, and he fell asleep drowsily.His lips are dry and chapped, his skin is burning hot, he sleeps like he hasn't slept in days - Yuuri has known him for so many years, he has always known that he is in good health, and he rarely catches a cold, why does this How about this haggard look for the first time?

It's not that he hasn't thought about Victor for more than a week, and sometimes he thinks he's going crazy.But he regards everything as a necessary price for growth-he must grow up alone to impress Victor.

He looked at the dry skin on Victor's mouth and started looking for something that looked like cotton balls in the warehouse.But all he could find was a strip of clean, soft cloth—that's what some people use to tie around their heads.He dipped some boiling water, leaned over and began to gently moisten his chapped lips.However, the other party coughed and opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry! Did I wake you up?" Yuuri held up the strip of cloth, looking into the reddened blue eyes.

They stared at each other in silence for several seconds.Yuuri started to panic, because he just remembered that they had a falling out before, and he said a lot of things to Victor that are too much to think about now, although he doesn't regret it-but if Victor attacks him at this time, he must not have the heart to refute .

However, Viktor squirmed his lips, just looked into his eyes tiredly and said something.

"forgive me."

Yuuri stared blankly at him, the soreness welling up in his heart so strongly that tears welled up in his eyes.They haven't seen each other for half a month—they have hardly been separated since they were young, except for the blank 4 years.Missing Victor became his homework every night.But he didn't know how Victor got into this state. He guessed that it must be related to him. He didn't know when Victor came to Kyoto with him and what kind of suffering he suffered. But he finally saw The first thing he said seriously was 'forgive me'?

"I don't forgive you." Yuuri turned away, wiping away tears.Then he turned back with a smile, "Unless you promise me that you'll never make yourself like this again."

Victor was silent for two seconds, then looked at Yuuri seriously like a child and said curtly, "Okay."

"Victor!" Yuuri was a little annoyed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Is your head burned? Where's Victor, who is usually eloquent and eloquent?"

But the other party was indifferent, and those blue eyes never moved away from his face. His expression was very calm, even with a bit of determination and indifference.This made Yuuri feel like a knife, and he threw himself on the bed, put his arms around the other's neck, and buried his head on the other's wet chest. "Victor - come on, I'm so scared, what's wrong with you?"

Yuuri felt the other's arm lightly wrap around his waist, and sighed over his head, "Yuuri, you don't know how much you make me—

What do you want me to do? "