[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"Victor, how long are you going to be awkward?" Yuuri said helplessly looking at the man who was flipping through the newspapers at the station newsstand.But the other party still ignored him, as if he was interested in the shampoo ad in the newspaper - no wonder, Yuuri thought.Of course he knew what he was awkward about. Victor knew from Zhenli that he had thought, no, he really wanted to give up on him.

Yuuri doesn't think he's really mad at him, because he sure knows why he did it, and besides, he's not acting like the usual coercive anger, he's like a quarrelsome kid - he's a week Since then, he has taken care of Yuuri indiscriminately and never left him, but when Yuuri is sober, he doesn't pay much attention to him.

A couple of mornings ago, when his mom walked into the hospital room and told them they'd better get out of here, they exchanged looks of unbelievable joy—and then Victor gave Yuuri a big hug in front of his mom, Immediately after that, he started packing things without being urged—including packing Yuuri.He tied him into a rice dumpling with his own thick cotton-padded coat and scarf mask, then picked up the dumpling and hurried downstairs to hail a taxi.The taxi drove them back to Yuuri's home at high speed, Zongzi staggered into his bedroom and took some simple luggage and the address that had been kept safe for more than a year.Then Zongzi stretched out his hands from the encirclement of thick clothes and patted Victor’s back with difficulty in the next journey—the taxi drove all the way to the outskirts, and within about an hour and a half of the drive, Victor vomited facelessly with his car window open Pale.

They were afraid to go back to Viktor's house, so Yuuri spent his last days as a patient in a small hotel in the outskirts.He hugged Victor's neck from behind when he was writing a letter to Tokugawa Yukio, touched his head when Victor knelt down to wash his feet, but the other party didn't respond, and then acted as Yuuri at night He often got into his bed and entangled him like an octopus, but he just closed his eyes and hugged him back with a blank expression. His habitual small movements revealed his heart—he always patted Yuuri's back seemed to be afraid that his breathing would not be smooth, and it seemed to be coaxing him to sleep.

But Yuuri can often feel that his body is a little stiff when he hugs him. If he moves around again, he will feel his thigh hard against his thigh. If he continues to rub against him maliciously, he will be killed by Victor Frowning and pushing away - obviously he was afraid of his physical condition.So after being pushed away again one time, Yuuri turned over and crawled to the other side of the bed.

Victor frowned and snorted.

"Are you satisfied with my savior?" Yuuri straightened up and said vaguely.

Victor panted, looking at the guy with a smug smile—his brown eyes were a little watery, and his lips were bright and smooth, which made the fire he had just extinguished come back up again.He reluctantly pulled the quilt to cover himself, and muttered without looking away, "Go spit it out, it's so ugly."

"I swallowed." Yuuri took out the tissue on the bedside to wipe the corners of his mouth, and slipped into his arms. "It is an honor to serve a lifesaver."

Hang Chi.Victor couldn't help laughing, wrapping his arms around him tightly.Yuuri waited for his counter-teasing—as usual, Victor would have said something like "Oh, you're also my savior, and I'll repay you well," but he didn't.So he could only bury his head into his chest harder, just wanting to rub himself into this person's body.Then he said in a muffled voice, "Thank you for saving me and making you worry, I'm sorry."

The other doesn't say anything, just pats his head - and Yuuri realizes he hasn't forgiven him that quickly.

When Yuuri was finally free from being forced to stay in bed all day, they took the train to Nagoya on a sunny day.While Yuuri doesn't think he's ready yet, they both feel it's time—they'll take whatever time they have together to accomplish the goals they've set together.

At this moment, Yuuri looked at Victor who was flipping through the newspaper and then the magazine, and sighed.He reached up and took his arm, forcing him to look at himself. "Do you know why I thought I was in heaven when I first woke up?"

"You still have the nerve to say it!" Victor glared at him, "Did you think I was too gentle to you then?" He remembered that he should have put that slap into practice at that time—and he just smiled wryly, Messed his hair. "If you met me in heaven, wouldn't we both die? Oh that's great, this is the best result for you to escape the truth!"

Yuuri didn't refute, "That's the truth." He looked at him seriously, wanting to say something he had been thinking about for a long time, but the expression on the other person's face made him lose his courage—he looked at him coldly , there was deep disappointment in those eyes, and even pity.Yuuri instantly understood his childish awkwardness—he was still sad, and the reason he didn't take his anger as seriously as before was because he couldn't bear it.

They looked at each other for a moment, and Victor didn't pursue the question further.He sighed, took Yuuri's hand and walked forward together.

They walked to the tram station, took the tram according to the address left by Tokugawa on the paper, and came to the foot of Higashiyama, which is near the suburbs of Nagoya's east district.They suddenly realized that they came at the right time - it was spring, the most suitable season for visiting Nagoya, patches of verdant farmland stretched to the foot of the mountain in the distance, and willow trees on the roadside were sprouting buds, clean Spring flowers bloom beside the dirt road.A small river gurgles with clear water, and the stones on the bank are covered with green moss.The small houses are scattered among the mountains and rivers, with white walls on the top of the water.They poked their heads to look for the cherry blossoms-now is the best season for viewing cherry blossoms, but they were puzzled that they didn't see a single cherry tree nearby.But Yuuri, smelling the sun-warmed scent of flowers in the air, accepted Victor's encouragement in his heart—Victor was trying to make the nervous Yuuri think of this as a pleasant trip along the way.

When they came to a huge and imposing mansion along the winding path according to the address, they were still a little surprised—a mansion that was no less than the heyday of the Katsuki family stood in front of them, with a square shape. The blue stone tiles are neatly arranged on the eaves of the fence, and the triangular roof of the main house with skylights can be seen from above the fence.The quaint oak gate, the shiny door bolts, the spotless stone steps, and two servants in light blue cloth with bamboo swords at the door.

"Is it Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuuri-san?" One of the servants looked them up, focusing on Viktor's white hair and Yuuri's glasses.Seeing them nodding, he turned around and pushed open the courtyard door, "Please come in. The Patriarch has been waiting for you two."

Viktor and Yuuri exchanged a slightly surprised look, and then they were led by the servants along a straight and flat stone path, across the courtyard to the front hall.

"Welcome both of you. I've finally arrived." When Zai Ding respectfully led them into the room and closed the paper door, a joyful voice came.Victor and Yuuri looked at the owner of the voice together—the Tokugawa Yukio that existed in their thin memories has not changed much. He looks about 30 years old, and he still has short curly hair and short sideburns. He is wearing A formal dress - black kimono and gray wide-leg trousers, sitting in front of the tea table.Three small black tea bowls have been placed on the table, a small charcoal stove is placed on the tatami, and there is a delicate black teapot on it.

Tokugawa stood up and asked them to sit down, and then he lit the charcoal stove with a flint, and began to cook and brew tea. A series of movements flowed smoothly, and he seemed to be proficient in tea ceremony, and he gave people a very retro feeling, as if they were in the Muromachi era at this time .

Yuuri held the tea bowl, and from time to time looked at Victor out of the corner of his eyes - probably among the three, he was the least knowledgeable about tea ceremony, not as good as Victor, a foreigner.He imitated Victor and said thank you solemnly, rubbing the tea bowl in his hand and turning it three times, as if he was admiring the beautiful patterns on the bottom of the bowl seen through the clear tea soup.Then he saw Victor lift the tea bowl to his mouth, so he hurriedly picked up the tea and drank it down.

When Viktor takes a sip and turns to compliment the beauty of the tea set, he finds Yuuri clenching his teeth in a strange expression, and then tries to scratch his throat uncontrollably—he rolls his eyes mentally.

"Is there a way?" Victor could only ask Tokugawa.The other party was also stunned, and it took him a long time to hold back his laughter and ask someone to bring ice cubes—the tea was boiling hot, but Yuuri drank it down without hesitation.

Tokugawa watched with great interest as Victor fed ice cubes into Yuuri's mouth with a spoon, and thoughtfully took out a tissue from his trouser pocket to wipe the tea stains on his mouth.When Yuuri mumbled sorry and thank you with an ice cube in his mouth, Tokugawa looked at them with a smile and said approvingly, "You two's master-servant plot is really enviable, I appreciate this style very much! "

Viktor and Yuuri looked at each other, not sure how to respond to the somewhat odd compliment—Yuuri wondered if he should explain that they weren't really in a master-servant relationship, but he heard the other continue, "Wenjiu two years (1862), my great-uncle Tokugawa Jiamao established the Ronin Group. It was the same in that era, the loyal vassals and the wise young master, how touching!"

The two people opposite him were even more inexplicable.Victor tried to get back on topic, "Mr. Tokugawa, if you read my letter—" "Exchanging swordsmanship? No problem at all. But that's not the purpose of my long-term waiting for you to come."

Yuuri stared at him - he was clearly here for "revenge", because of this person he lost the title of young master, although he didn't really care about it, but he didn't forget that Victor was separated for four years after that Yes, he endured the cynicism of others in his solitude, and even almost dropped his beloved bamboo sword completely.

"Owari Castle is not ours anymore," Tokugawa said heavily (Yuuri remembered the huge castle they saw in the city center), "the government is too harsh nowadays."

"What do you mean?" Yuuri asked confused.

Tokugawa's gaze was fixed on him, "Katsuki Yuuri, I've been watching you. Although you lost the match against me, you are not an ordinary person. You have been to Osaka, and you have been to Kyoto— — you won three sections. You went back to your hometown — that earthquake was terrible, huh? I knew you’d come someday.”

"You're over the top." Yuuri exchanged a look with Viktor in surprise.At the same time, they thought of the person Hiroko had mentioned who was always hanging around their house.He didn't know what he was going to say next, he had a gut feeling that something was wrong.But the other party didn't listen to him at all, and continued talking on his own.

"Kyoto, Osaka, and even Yokohama, I have received the support of many Patriarchs, and they are all talents with unique skills. What about you, Young Master Katsuki, have you completely lost your dignity because of my so-called victory back then? Do you really want to give up those lands, servants and status completely?"

Yuuri froze.He understood what he was saying, and his first reaction was: this person is a dangerous person, and he still has problems in his mind!

The scene fell into silence for a while.However, after a while, Tokugawa said flatly: "You can think about it slowly. I have been planning for many years, and I don't care about this moment. And now is a great time of spring, and you can treat this place as a resort - we have great hot springs and wine, and pretty girls - but I guess you don't need that, huh?" He winked at Viktor, but he just stood up grimly and took Yuuri's arm, " let's go."

Yuuri followed him to his feet—but in an instant, something happened.

Just like Yuuri's house, paper doors were tightly drawn around them, but in an instant all the doors were opened, and groups of warriors from the Kamakura period rushed in, wearing helmets and armor, One hand pressed on the handle of the knife at the waist.

Yuuri Katsuki sat alone on his cushion, leaning against the beautifully carved tea table.This is an exquisite small living room. White and black-framed cabinets are neatly placed against the wall. Landscape paintings are hung on the wall. There is also a small incense burner on the small machine at the door, and a dream sweet incense is lit inside.

This kind of incense was probably lit while sleeping, because it made him drowsy - but it also calmed down his restless heart.He thought back to Tokugawa Yukio's last words to him:

'I've personally seen your three-stage competition.You have the eyes of a lion.You will not rest on your laurels.In this, we are very similar. '

It is correct to say that he is not content with the status quo, but how many reasons does he know that he is not content with the status quo?

he knows.Yuuri lowered his head.If he didn't know—how could he take Victor away from him?

While worrying, he felt guilty at the same time—why is Victor always locked up because of him?Why do people around him always threaten him with Victor?

Yes, I'm always going to compromise for that reason.He admitted proudly that he was worthless in his heart.but--

He remembered the disappointed look Victor had looked at him at the station before he came.He stood up abruptly and walked into the small bathroom that adjoined the room.

After a while, Yuuri, who was sweating and tired, came out barefoot, opened the door of the closet, randomly chose a blue floral bathrobe from a set of clean clothes, put it on the lower shelf of the closet and put it on. Good clogs.Then he opened the door cleanly, ignored the group of men in neat black suits or light blue kimonos following him, and walked straight to Victor's room.

"Victor—" He knocked on the locked door and put his face against the door, "I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" Soon, Victor's voice came from the other side of the door, and he also knocked on the door twice in response.

"I'm fine. Um...that..." Yuuri stutters a bit.The guards all around looked at him inexplicably, which made his ears burn a little.He didn't know if there was still a chance for him to get the result he wanted.

"What's the matter?" Victor leaned against the door and sat down, with his chin raised, and the back of his head against the door.There was concern in his voice for Yuuri, but there was more of a smile on his face - if someone saw it, it would be strange, how can a person under house arrest be happy?

Yuuri was silent for another moment.Then he mustered up his courage as if he had made up his mind. "Victor—"

"Do you love me?"