[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"Go back to Russia with you?!" Katsuki Yuuri shouted. At this moment, he and Victor were walking along a path in the small town of Hasetsu with big bags and small bags. The weak winter sun shines on the bare trees beside the road. "I thought you'd let me pass the five-dan exam!"

"Three paragraphs are enough for you." Victor shrugged, and the travel bag on his shoulders trembled, "Because I said that I will never play the first part, so I think it's better to tell you."

"What does that have to do with us going to Russia?" Yuuri still stared at his companion with wide eyes.

"You'll find out when the time comes." Viktor scratched his nose. "Come on, I'm not trying to hide from you, I'm just trying to keep a secret—OK, dear Yuuri?"

"Who's your darling?" Yuuri muttered with his head down.He still can't cope with Victor's plan that always surprises him, but he no longer has the illusion of being underestimated.Ever since he knew everything—including the vow-like words that Victor said in front of Long Yi that day, he shyly felt that he had returned to his childhood—Victor was the belief he would never hesitate to believe in .

It was almost New Years, so they decided to go back to Hasetsu for a holiday first.So they bid farewell to the helpless Fujiwara and the tearful Phichit, who grabbed Yuuri's sleeve and insisted on going home with him for the new year—until Victor found the eye drops falling out of his pocket.Along the way, Yuuri tried to sleep on the window of the car, but after being held by Victor several times to let him lean on his shoulder, he reluctantly leaned up in front of the opposite passenger, and later couldn't help but hugged him. They touched each other's necks - this made the two girls who looked like junior high school students on the opposite side cover their mouths with excitement and whispered about them all the way.

At this time, they turned onto a street that looked a little bit of New Year's atmosphere, and many pedestrians in kimonos walked around happily.Victor looked sideways at the big boy who was also full of anticipation for the New Year, and turned his gaze to the blurry mountains outside the town.

Very good.he thought to himself.The plan in his heart made him smile brightly.At this moment, he felt that there was no outsider here to bother him and Yuuri anymore—his thinking was too simple.

"Oh, dear Victor!" Just as they entered the gate of Yuuri's hot spring hotel, a foreign man taller than Victor rushed up and hugged him.Yuuri was pushed aside by him—this man had yellow hair, but black sideburns, and was wearing a fiery red down jacket, revealing his floral shirt.He shouted Victor's name in English, and put his arms around Victor's neck like a little daughter-in-law, "Oh my god, I waited for you back, oh god, you don't know how lonely I am— "Chris—Chris Giacometti! Why are you here?! Let go of your dirty hands, will you—" Victor grabbed his arm angrily, gesturing to come He fell over his shoulder, so the man had no choice but to let go of him resentfully, and extended his hand to Yuuri with a smile, "Hi~ you are Yuuri? I'm Chris, and I'm Victor's good friend."

Yuuri hesitantly reached out to shake his hand.He understood the simple greeting, and understood that this was the college student Victor had told him about—he just felt that this person was even more unreliable than he had imagined.

So after what seemed to be endless pleasantries with the family (interspersed with Yuuf's loud voice and Hiroko's scream or sob here and there), there were only four people left in the small living room—Yuuri, Viktor, and K Reese sat around the small table, the hot tea on the table was steaming—Zhenli sat kneeling aside holding the tea tray, still looking at Chris with stars in his eyes.

"...I didn't know you guys had gone to Osaka until I came—I asked Anfisa for the address, God, she didn't look well—" Chris yelled loudly, but he saw Victor's expression, so he quickly changed the subject, "I finally graduated! The next step is to open one of the most famous clinics in Switzerland! But Johnson went back to his hometown, and I was bored during the vacation. I thought of my dear senior——and his children, So I came on vacation! I’ve been living here for half a month, and I thought I’d leave if I couldn’t wait for you!” But there was no sad expression on his face, so his audience knew the truth—— He must have already planned to spend New Year's Eve here, "Yuuri, your hot spring is really great, do you want to go together later—" He saw the silver-haired man opposite him staring at him, "Call Victor ?”

"Okay, let's go together." Viktor put on a smile and turned to Yuuri, "Chris wants to go to the hot springs. Can Yuuri go get us some eggs and wine?" Yuuri was trying to understand in a daze Chris's speech, at this moment he heard Victor's order, nodded and stood up and left the room. "Yuuri—you're going to mess it up, let me do it!" Mari followed him and ran out in a panic.

"He's so cute—" Chris' eyes follow Yuuri's figure, but he's suffocated—Victor grabs him by the collar and drags him out of the house.

They are standing under the cherry tree in the yard.Victor folded his arms and lightly tapped the cobblestone road with his leather shoes, looking at Chris with threatening eyes.

"What are you doing?" Chris said with an innocent face, "Hey, you can't do this, you're repaying kindness—the ghosts can see that you look as good as wearing a pair of pants now—" "That's not your fault." Victor snapped, leaning closer to Chris's stern face, "You almost killed me, I swear I'll never believe your shit again. What the hell are you doing here?!"

"It's really just looking at you. Isn't it right to look at old friends? You think everyone is like you!" Chris said angrily.

This made Victor unable to refute.But he still stares at him and warns, "I don't care what you want to do. But you just have to say a word to Yuuri—" "I got a good grade in my essay," Chris says, "I'm not stupid."

They looked at each other in silence for a moment.Then Chris broke the silence, "Hey buddy, where the hell are you guys?" He started fumbling around in the big pockets of his down jacket, and then he pulled out a little pink box, "Here's what I gave Your gift - I promise you'll love it!"

Victor took the box and saw the ad on it - 'feel his love indiscriminately'.He really wanted to slam this box of condoms in the face of the bastard across the way - would a normal person carry this with him?But he still coughed and stuffed the box into his pocket.So the partner on the opposite side looked at him narrowly and let out a series of arrogant laughter, "Ha, I knew it, anyway, it succeeded, huh?"

"It's not over yet," Victor muttered.So Chris eagerly recommended himself, "Do you still need my help? Hey, I promise I will satisfy you this time."

Viktor stared at him - he could totally sense that the guy was fuming from boredom.He looked at the ground and thought for a moment, "Since you're here—"

He looked up and gave Chris a trademark smile, but there was a terrible coldness in his eyes, "But I don't quite believe you."

Yuuri Katsuki sat on a chair in the living room, flicking the radio button on the high table boredly.He half-heard a piece of news about the price increase of vegetables, and then the weather forecast: the recent winter-type air pressure has been strengthening nearby, the temperature has dropped across the country, and there are heavy snow or blizzards along the coast and in some areas. . .Strong winds will intensify. . .He snapped off the radio - but it didn't bother the two men who were sharing drinks on the coffee table in the center of the living room.After the three of them soaked in the hot spring for an afternoon (During the period, Chris and Victor had been having a water fight, sometimes splashing water on the head of Yuuri, who was in charge of pouring wine and warming eggs), and then after everyone had dinner together, they didn’t know For some reason, the two of them started to drink together - the two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, which confuses Yuuri, but he flatly refused Chris' invitation - he didn't want to become two drunk What a fool, and he has an important thing to do in a moment.

At first he concentrated on trying to understand what they were saying, he had made up his mind to learn English well, but slowly he found his attention shifted to Victor.He found that Viktor was completely different from when he was with him-this time Viktor was more unrestrained and more at ease, often laughing loudly with a dash of vigor, the laughter was wanton and dripping-this made Yuuri happy and a little bit sad.Did he put too much burden on Victor—he should make him laugh like this often.So he was a little jealous of Chris, and he hadn't thought about whether he and Chris were too good together.He continued to look at them, and unknowingly found that they had already drank two jars of Baigan—this kind of alcohol had a high alcohol content, even if it was Victor. . .Sure enough, Victor was half lying on the table.Strangely enough, Chris looked only eighty percent drunk. He spoke clearly and declared victory with a smug smile on his face—Victor didn't answer, but waved his hand at him laboriously, and buried his head in the into the crook of his arm.

Yuuri looked at Chris in disbelief - he couldn't believe that there was any country that drank better than the Russians, especially Viktor, the representative of Russia.He looked suspiciously at Chris, who still looked smug.He does a funny ballerina gesture at Yuuri—probably to say good night, but Yuuri grabs him by the arm. "You're cheating!" Yongli kicked a mineral water bottle under the coffee table—it was almost full of transparent liquid, which was obviously only half a bottle of water before.Chris always drank the water in this mineral water bottle after taking a few sips of Baigan, but the honest Victor didn't notice that he was spitting wine into it.

"I..." Christa raised his eyebrows and looked at Yuuri's angry little face, "I can't help it, he always beat me in school, no matter what. I have to win the round —Okay, Yuuri, you're in charge of getting yours..." He hesitates, "Get yours to bed. Good night, honey." He tries to run away, but Yuuri holds on tight His sleeve, even if he can't understand, he won't let him run away like this, "You carry him!" Yuuri said bitterly as clearly as possible, pointing to Victor, then pointing to the bedroom direction.

So, when Chris reluctantly carried Victor, who was already snoring, back to his bed, and dragged along the corridor to his bedroom, he turned around irritably and said, "Kid, you still have to What are you doing? You won't have empathized with me, have you?"

If Yuuri could understand that complicated word he would have punched Chris in the eye.But he'd just try to say, pitifully, "Tell me about Victor? School, for example?"

He organized these English words for a long time.He looked at each other with hope, as if there were lights shining in his eyes——Chris slapped his forehead helplessly, "Then you bring a piece of paper and a pen over here. You go back and check slowly."

At night, Yuuri closed the window where the cold wind was blowing, and sat under the lamp in front of the desk.He smoothed the paper, and beside it lay a thick Japanese-English dictionary.He was annoyed by Chris' flamboyant handwriting at first, but soon he was attracted by the content translated with the dictionary.

'He was a madman at school.He was called a genius when he could finish a book that others could finish in a week in three days—until I found out that he only slept three hours a day.So he fell ill in the second semester of his sophomore year, and I was the caregiver, remember to return my favor. '

'He almost lives in the library and laboratory, eating and bathing time are as regular as in the army, I once suspected that he was a soldier. '

'His only pastime is diary writing and daze.He is the president of the student union and is very prestigious, but he is often in a daze during meetings. '

’ He doesn’t have time for girls and socials, he’s drooling in his chair at the New Year’s Eve – don’t tell him I have a picture of that. '

'His major is rehabilitation therapy. I don't know why he chose it. Professor Mingming said that he chose the Institute of Medicine, which is very promising. '

. . .

Yuuri's heart aches more and more, he knows what Victor is for, including this "rehabilitation therapy".As a child, his asthma was a disease that could not be completely cured, although he has not had an attack for many years and is basically cured. . .But he knew it would be fatal when it happened.

He sat for a while, and his attention fell on the last line.

'I promise you don't know this either - when Victor is completely drunk, if you secretly take his pillow. . . '

He looked at the note eagerly, even turning it over to look at the back, but obviously Chris hadn't written the ending. 'After Victor was completely drunk? ’ He’d seen Victor get drunk many times, but it wasn’t easy getting him drunk like he was today, and Victor’s drinker was too good, and he was very restrained.Even the few times he got drunk, Yuuri just put him on the bed, covered him, made hangover soup, and he never bothered him, and took his pillow?

Katsuki Yuuri stood up and walked out the door, stomping his way to Victor's room.

He was still in a deep sleep.Yuuri put back the half of the quilt he'd tossed, and he hesitated for a moment looking at the sleeping brow—then he reached out a hand and started tugging at the pillow under his head—he tugged lightly, and then he Withdrawn—the head, unsupported by pillows, dropped to the bed.But with such a small change, Viktor sat up abruptly as if he had been awakened—by this time Yuuri had already crawled under the bed hugging the pillow.

Victor rubbed his eyes on the bed, his mind became a little clearer.He took a quick look at his bed—the pillow was gone.But he wasn't fully sober yet, he was in the state a drunk person should be - his vision was blurry, he was shaky, and his brain was too dazed to think about anything.But he got up from the bed like sleepwalking, and started walking around the room with his bare feet.

Yuuri is lying on his stomach, watching him puzzled through the chink of the sagging sheets - it looks like he's looking for his pillow, and desperately.He looked behind the closet, under the table, he pulled the chair back to see if it was even under the chair - he looked a lot more silly than usual, he was like a kid who lost his lollipop.He goes back to the bed, and Yuuri guesses he flipped the covers back and forth, then he sighs irritably and bends down—and Yuuri quickly ducks behind a glove box under the bed.So the silver-haired man who looked like a child started wandering around the room again in a daze.

If he is a sober person, he can go to another room and get another one.Yuuri thought.But why is the pillow so important to him—he continued to look at Victor, who was now standing in the middle of the room in a daze.He just stood there foolishly, his expression was troubled, confused, uneasy, as if he was still very sad.He was like a child who couldn't find a home, something Yuuri had never seen before, which softened his already aching heart - Yuuri quietly stretched out an arm, slowly pushing the pillow back from the head of the bed bed.

In a daze, Victor was stunned for a moment, and he found his pillow.He ran over in surprise, touched it gently, and seemed to pat it in relief, then carefully hugged her in his arms, lay down on the bed and fell asleep again.

He hugged his pillow tightly, like a child hugging his favorite doll, with a face full of lost and found satisfaction, and in his sleep he unconsciously murmured, "Yuuri...".

This made Yuuri who quietly crawled out from under the bed feel so distressed and sad that he didn't know what to do.He realized how restless and lonely he had been all this time—his heart was flooded with a tide of warmth and pain.

He bent down, slowly pulled away the pillow, and then slipped into his arms.He buried his head tightly in the socket of the opponent's neck, breathed in the familiar breath of the opponent, and couldn't help but redden his eyes.