[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"Yuuri, go get the ladder. I need to go up and pick up our clothes." Hiroko yelled at her son, wiped the sweat off her brow, and then she looked at the boy with a quick yes before running over to The son who was moving the ladder in the yard couldn't help smiling—although the earthquake destroyed their house, fortunately no family members were injured, and it seemed that the disaster made his son more mature and more responsible.

It is the second day after the earthquake, and everyone has come back from the shelter or somewhere else to estimate the damage and make repairs.People were injured or missing, but they were doing okay - it was the end of the year and there weren't many guests.But the main floor of the house collapsed, so it overwhelmed another side room.None of the houses where the servants lived was spared. Fortunately, no one in their family went to that world.

However, if an outsider comes to this place suddenly, it will still be a big surprise - the wing of a dark green biplane of the Japanese Kyushu Squadron is almost stuck to the side of the house and parked on the collapsed half of the yard, facing the The empty wheat field behind the house.Someone had apparently called for help, and given the influence of the Katsuki family in the town, this was probably the highest level of rescue.

At this moment, Victor was sitting on the edge of the flower bed in the yard, resting his cheeks, watching the busy crowd running around with hammers or carrying buckets, or a few people were digging wooden piles for the foundation.Yuu Katsuki, with a nail in his mouth, was repairing the damaged gate, and even Mari was wearing an apron helping the servants move a board, while he was sitting here doing nothing - he always wanted to join these frantic restoration activities Among them, but Yuuri won't let him move - he obviously only scratched his feet in the cracks in the ground.He smiled at the dark-haired boy in a plaid shirt that had been hastily changed from the ruins—he was clearly energized and excited by something, but he could be sure of Hiroko's relieved smile Misunderstood the real reason for it.

He and Yuuri stayed by the creek until dawn. After he said that confession, Yuuri didn't make a sound for a long time. He could only feel the hands around his waist getting harder and harder, so he tried to use more Kiss to declare his emotion, but the other party quickly raised from his waist to hold his face before his next move, and began to interrogate him word by word with an extremely serious expression.

"Then why did you agree to Anfesa's marriage proposal? Don't say that you agreed to it because you listened to me!"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You arrogant idiot! The extreme of arrogance is cowardice, understand?"

"Why have you been refusing to touch me for a while?"

"Are you a believer in the Orthodox Church?"

. . . . .

Viktor's expression was dull, and he got up from him and began to cover his ears to the campfire.Then the person next to him jumped up and grabbed his wrist and snapped it to both sides—Yuuri was so angry that he had been playing all kinds of schemes like a prey!

"You belong to Katsuki's family now, and belong to Katsuki Yuuri!"

Viktor couldn't help laughing when he saw his distraught look - he looked like a little wolfhound whose tail had been trampled on.Yuuri almost laughed along with him—he tried to scowle, and kept trying to force him to answer—and then suddenly he was hugged hard again. "Yuuri," he heard Viktor whisper in his ear, and he seemed to stop laughing immediately, his voice low and firm: "To me Orthodox is just a moron congregation. And all the others are because of me ——

I like you so much, there is no more. "

Yuuri's face flushed red.He looked at the other party and asked him without shame, "What questions do you have, my lord?"

He still couldn't keep up with his rhythm, and he doubted that he would never be able to keep up—he could only throw away his armor and stammer: "And, and... why do you want me to be your practice object? "

Victor showed the expression of "you are an idiot". He knew in his heart that he knew the answer in his heart. Ah, I don't like other people, what should I do, Yuuri, you practice with me? Practice with me forever?" Yuuri wanted to hide, but he was crushed on the raincoat again in an instant.So Katsuki Yuuri desperately broke free from his embrace, and began to jump up and run around the fire with Victor chasing after each other. They completely forgot that they were staying up late, completely forgot all the tiredness they should have, and all the Worries about family and the future seemed to disappear—just the starry sky above.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you, this is not okay!" Chris sat in the living room of Victor's house, looking at the two people opposite the little birthday cake - Victor and Yuuri have been holding hands since just now, mutual Looking at each other and giggling, like two idiots who won a lottery, "God, I was forced to leave the hospital early to attend Yuuri's birthday party, for the sake of my poor legs!"

Victor’s house suffered very little damage, probably due to the height and firmness of the foundation of the house. Only all the walls lost the wall skin and some bricks, and the whole kitchen was crooked into a slanted parallelogram—but it was quickly destroyed by Victor. The maintenance guy who came in fixed it again.

The high-spirited Mr. Giacometti was unlucky this time—no one would have guessed that the rescue plane was to save him, because everyone in the Katsuki family was safe, but on the day Mari came back, he went to Chris's house. The bedroom, and then found that although only one wall in the bedroom collapsed, the huge wardrobe in the room that Chris himself had specially requested fell down and crushed his leg—the lower leg was broken.Zhenli screamed in fright at the sight of Chris, and excitedly made a rescue call—she had no time to care about the expressions on the faces of the team elites who got off the plane when they saw this scene—the vicious group The soldier threw his armed belt on the ground, and rudely moved the wardrobe to save Chris, but he complained and scolded the Zhenli siblings without manners.

However, a few days later, when Yuuri and Viktor had time to go to the hospital to see Chris, the ambiguity between the two of them in front of him, an insider, made Chris very angry-he didn't appear on the scene, the two people It's just like this together!It's horrible.Not to mention, now it's like there are two of them in this room.Something must have happened to them in the study just now that they didn't know about.

"Go back to your house to meet up with everyone again at night? Let's celebrate a little bit now, huh?" Victor asked Yuuri softly as if he didn't hear what Chris said.

"Okay." Yuuri also replied softly, and then he saw the expression on Chris's face, "Well... Chris will come with me when the time comes. I'll find a stretcher."

Today is November 11th, Yuuri's birthday.He knew Victor always remembered, just like he always remembered that the other party's birthday was Christmas.

At this moment, Chris watched the eyes of the two meet affectionately, and felt that it would be better to lie alone on the hospital bed.He sees the light on Yuuri's neck - apparently he's wearing a necklace he's never seen before.He huffed and made an impatient voice, "Victor! My gift has already been delivered! If you need any more—" He opened the small bag he brought out, and poured out a bunch of pink boxes from it.

"You bastard!" Viktor yelled, sweeping the pile of boxes to the ground with his arm in front of a dumbfounded Yuuri, "I'm never going to take you back to Russia with me, never!"

"Oh, please." Chris's eyebrows drooped, "I'll tell you, I can't even go home with my leg. But," he became inexplicably proud, "before then, I won't let If you have the skills, you will have the opportunity to stare like this."

When it was time to sleep at night, Victor finally understood what he meant.Yuuri was trying to ask his family to find an excuse to live in Victor's house, but the moment they closed the bedroom door, Chris started yelling on the sofa to go to the toilet, drink water or turn on the light to read, so Victor went dark Face supported him to do all this, and almost kicked him into the toilet.After tossing like this until midnight, when Chris was finally tired and fell asleep, Victor went back to the bedroom and found that Yuuri seemed to have fallen asleep lying down with his back to the door.

He's a little disappointed - he had hoped to try Chris' gift. . .But he loves Yuuri more.In the past half a month, their house was almost repaired, even with his help, Yuuri worked like a Roman laborer every day.So he just walked over and lay down beside him, gently wrapped his arms around his waist - half of the quilt was thrown over in an instant.

"Covered." Yuuri said without looking back.

"Aren't you asleep?" Victor asked.At the same time he felt that Yuuri's tone was stuffy, could it be because of Chris?But he quickly thought of a more likely reason.

This evening, the birthday party was held as scheduled in the living room of Sheng Sheng's house.Everyone was very happy during the dinner, because they could finally take advantage of this auspicious day to relieve their recent hard work.So everyone drank a little wine and became more and more noisy.So when Victor finally asked Hiroko Yuuri if he could stay at his house today, she didn't object - Yuuri knew what he was thinking then, his face flushed, and he gave him a stare that seemed reluctant.That look from Yuuri makes him want to kiss him—so he sneaks up after Yuuri when he gets up to go to the bathroom, and kisses him hard against the wall in the bathroom—they forget to close the door.It was too late when they found Zhenli standing at the door with a tray of hangover fruits and staring at them dumbfounded—the oranges and apples in Zhenli's tray fell all over the floor, and she followed them in a daze for several seconds. Only then hurriedly picked up the fruit and ran away.

When they returned to the living room with trembling anxiety, they found that everything was as usual, except that Zhenli looked at them from time to time—the expression was full of doubts, boredom and uneasiness. Fortunately, it seemed that she hadn't said anything.Viktor didn't care one bit, he'd known this day would come.But Yuuri is different - it's suddenly timed in Yuuri's mind like a dick.

So at this moment Victor hesitated for a while, but decided to divert this topic first.He coughed and said solemnly, "Yuuri, do you still remember your goal?"

Yuuri was silent for a few seconds before speaking. "Tokugawa." In fact, after so long, the sense of revenge has gradually faded—he only wanted to keep walking on the road of kendo, to become stronger and stronger, and to catch up with Victor, but he still remembered the day he failed. Disgrace—Katsubu Yufu reprimanded him for an hour in front of his servants while still having a fever, and warned everyone not to call him Young Master in the future.In fact, he didn't care about this nominal title, but if he really wasn't the so-called young master, then Victor wouldn't be his retainer either.How else could he be connected to Victor then - just like now, even if in his life he's never grateful that he and Victor are what they are, he still wants something else to hold them together ——More and more, "The Young Master and His Retainers" is one of them.

Therefore, even if there is no such thing as a feudal town now, he has indeed made a bet since then that he has never swaggered in the sword, but the deep-rooted traditional Japanese character makes him not want to change this goal—even if he wants to defeat him in front of Victor again. It is enough for him to make him proud of himself.

But this blunt and simple answer made Victor not know how to answer the question at the moment.He wanted to continue talking about their goals, but he felt that he couldn't get around the weight in Yuuri's heart—he looked at his straight shoulders and the line of his neck in the dimness, and hesitantly fell silent.

The room was quiet for a while.Then Yuuri seemed to feel the uneasiness of the people behind him, and the worry and embarrassment in his heart were blocked by some guilt.He knew Victor would always know what he was thinking, but he didn't want Victor to be infected by his troubles.He turned around and stared into the other's eyes in the darkness, "Victor, do you remember what birthday present you gave me today?"

Earlier, Viktor, like him, struggled to find their luggage in Yuuri's messy house, and then dragged Yuuri to his study.

He took out a thick diary from one of the compartments of the luggage, then took out the fairy tale book from the bookshelf, took out a few sheets of paper, and solemnly handed it to Yuuri along with the diary, saying :"Happy birthday."

Yuuri inexplicably opened the mottled sheets of paper, and saw Victor's familiar font—"I often gaze at you, in the days when the flowers bloom, in the spring breeze. '

'How I hope you are also grateful that we have common memories, just like a butterfly knows the heart of a flower. '

. . . . . .

He looked up at Victor, who just said to him solemnly, "The property can finally be returned to its original owner."

Yuuri was both happy and sour, because he saw that there seemed to be tears on the paper.He shrugged and opened the diary.The above date is very old, the earliest one was 6 years ago.He looked at it, and tears slowly fell down—the diary was very complicated, some of which recorded the ridiculous stories of his childhood, and some were as beautiful and sincere as the paper, like lines of poetry.

He couldn't say anything for a moment, letting tears fall on those diaries.Then he carefully sandwiched the papers in the diary, held Victor tightly in his hands, put his head on his shoulder and said in a low voice: "I apologize to you, I will never do stupid things again. No matter what Every now and then, I am reluctant to part with these things and walk away by myself.”

At this moment, Yuuri watched the other party nod at him, put his arms through his armpit and hugged him, buried his head on the other party's chest and repeated firmly: "No matter what time—I want to be with you Walk."