[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

Katsuki Yuuri stood bewildered and then shocked, plum onigiri in his hand.That old man, he didn't seem to be breathing.he died?

"Victor..." He whispered, stepped into the barn, walked to the bed, tried the old man's breath in disbelief, and then looked at the person on the other side of the bed unacceptably.

Viktor knew Yuuri was coming since he opened the door a little, but Yakov's sudden reaction left him no time to greet him.For what seemed like a long time, he withdrew his cold hand from Yakov's chest, closed his eyes, and when he looked up, he had put on the expression he'd loved to do to Yuuri for a week—a little smile, that The blue eyes shone with tenderness and friendliness. "Yuuri, here you come. What did you bring this time?"

His Japanese is still rough and barely grammatical.Yuuri thought so.He hesitated to ask about Yakov, but Viktor waved his hand as if seeing through his thoughts immediately, "I'm hungry." His voice remained unchanged, with a bit of magnetism from a boy turning into a youth, which made people feel Yuuri had no choice but to hold back his thoughts and handed the rice ball to him.

"This rice ball made by mom is the best, even better than the ones sold on the street." Yuuri tried to slow down his speech, because although Victor learned quickly, their communication in the past week was still mostly done by gestures .

Victor took the rice ball, motioned for Yuuri to sit down beside his bed, then took a bite, blinked at Yuuri and said, "Leave it for me again? In fact, they didn't treat us badly."

Yuuri mumbled his cheeks, "But I think you need to mend it." Then he looked at his waist, "You said you weren't injured, except for the one whose face was scratched by the reef."

He couldn't help but look sorry.Of course, they knew that their family members did not treat them badly, and even called a doctor to see them.There was a bullet hole in Yakov's chest, and the bullet pierced the lobe of his lung. Although the bullet survived, it still caused him irreparable damage.The blood had entered the alveoli, making it difficult for him to breathe normally, and the doctors here, in addition to their insufficient medical skills, did not agree to treat this "old liar" who was suspected of being a "Russian tsarist" wholeheartedly.

For Yuuri, who is not good at making friends and has no hobbies other than kendo, this person sent by the sea brought him a sense of freshness and inexplicable trust that he didn't have. However, it is likely that they were Japanese who seriously injured Yakov. bullet—even if it had nothing to do with Yuuri Katsuki or even his family.

Victor caught his gaze, but didn't answer.They were silent for a while.

"Don't worry." Victor crumpled the rice ball support paper into a ball, threw it in his hand, and even used honorifics inappropriately for Yuu, the suffix of "don't worry" was like a request, "I just need You inform your father tomorrow morning to give Yakov a good burial place."

Yuuri didn't respond for a moment.He didn't understand "burial place" in Russian, but he still understood what he meant.Even so, he still couldn't help looking at Victor with a questioning look, the look was so soft and worried, and it contained the guilt that a child shouldn't have, so the older partner had to cough and make up: "He has always had Severe high blood pressure." At the same time, he picked up the board and pen he had been using to write and draw to Yuuri, "It's a disease, but our medicine was lost in the sea. So..."

"A cold-like illness," Yuuri asked.He didn't fully understand, but the other party was stunned for a moment and smiled, "Yes, it's like a cold. There's nothing you can do about it."

For the next few minutes, Victor kept trying to convince the opposite boy to accept the conclusion that "a cold can also kill people", temporarily forgetting the original grief.

Victor Nikiforov remained.in this small town.Apart from the fact that he needed the influence of the Katsuki family to protect him at the beginning, he soon became so relaxed and naturally integrated into this small town in Japan, the home of the so-called "feudal lord", into Yuuri's world.As if born with him, his outstanding appearance, military temperament, Russian politeness, superb communication skills, and his excellent skill - his excellent Russian grappling can defeat three to four opponents with bare hands. He is a servant with a bamboo sword, and he is often able to deal with samurai with some ninjutsu and jujitsu.He didn't think about going back—he lost his only adoptive father, Yakov, and after he escaped from the ship that forced him into the war, he didn't want to go back to the hometown where he didn't have a foothold.That's why in the first place.But after he recovered, he showed his skills and became Katsuki Yuuri's friend, partner, bodyguard and bodyguard. . .After taking up various complicated positions, he never thought of going back from the beginning, and even—even sometimes he never wanted to leave.

They spent Yuuri's youth and adolescence together, doing almost everything together, such as going to school together, practicing swords together in the open space in front of the castle that has been designated as "public property", celebrating "Boys' Day" together, Soaking in hot springs together, swimming together, and even being coaxed by Saigun to go to a Kabuki club together—that seductive woman in a gorgeous kimono with a smear on her face was holding a fan and fanning the incense wind at Victor while trying to caress Yuuri The former tried hard to maintain his signature smile, while the latter retreated on his knees and fled in despair.During the period when Yuuri first fell in love, Victor had been helping him write a love letter for Yuko. The sincerity in the love letter once made Yuuri mistakenly think that Victor fell in love with Yuko, until he found that it seemed to be a prank by Victor—every day The title of the love letter is always Yuuri's name, and the other party always inks it out at the last moment and changes it to Yuko.

Together, they witnessed that this small town has gradually moved towards more and more modernization from the shogunate era. Slowly, people cut off their long hair, and many people put on suits. Even the emperor had short hair and put on a black suit. It is topped with golden tassels.But when Viktor wanted to cut off his long hair several times, he was persuaded by Yuuri-he thought Viktor was more beautiful that way.Until that day, Yuuri's coming-of-age ceremony when he was 20 years old.

Although it has come to a new era, the coming-of-age ceremony that day is still very traditional.Many guests gathered in the meeting room of Yuuri's house, dressed in formal kimonos, and their ears were filled with honorific conversation.The crowd of people kneeled solemnly on the tatami mats, watching Yuri Katsuki's father, Yuu Katsuki, put on the black hat symbolizing adulthood for him.When all formal etiquette was over and everyone could finally relax and talk softly while drinking sake from the tray, the boys, including Nishi-gun, made jokes about Yuuri.

"Now Yuuri really looks like a young master."

"You're an adult, Young Master Yuuri, you don't have to sleep alone tonight."

"Young master, do you need us to find a girl for you?"

Yuuri laughed and defended, but when he still couldn't suppress their teasing tendency, he turned his eyes to Victor, who had been sitting upright under him, for help.However, the Russian who was wearing a gray jacket, a dark blue straight-embroidered Japanese dress with his hands on his knees like a Japanese through and through, didn't appreciate it. He had been watching Yuuri with a smile since the ceremony began, those blue Shiro's eyes are so deep and focused that it's hard for Yuuri to meet his gaze for long.So Yuuri drank a large glass of sake next to him in one gulp, cleared his throat and shouted with a little blush after drinking: "I am Katsuki Yuuri, who wants to be my retainer and expand the territory for me? Seppuku for me?"

It was a drunken joke, but the high clear voice was full of dreamlike solemnity, so when a group of young people who were almost drunk were about to respond passionately, Victor stood up.He took the nipple that he had been wearing around his waist since he was 18 years old—his streamer cut, grabbed the long hair tied from the top of his head, and cut it off like an authentic Japanese swearing.

"From now on, I will be your retainer."