[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"I'll get someone to take you back to treat your wound. Besides," Yuuri strode towards the mansion, "I think you'll at least let Victor go."

"You don't want to leave—!" Tokugawa shouted behind him.Yuuri turned his head, a dagger flew past his ear.

A few walkers dressed as ninjas suddenly jumped down from a nearby cherry blossom tree, all in black and covering their faces.One of them helped Tokugawa up, while the others chased Yuuri, throwing darts or knives at him.They passed beside or over the running Yuuri with the sound of howling wind.

The veins on Yuuri's forehead are twitching - the weapons are somewhat off his body, obviously Tokugawa didn't intend to kill him, but he really doesn't intend to keep his promise.With a full face of anger, he knocked down the servant guarding the back door, and quickly ran across the corridor with a knife - no matter what, he had to reach Victor as soon as possible.

The surroundings were very chaotic, and many footsteps sounded chaotically.The paper doors of the rooms next to the corridor were quickly opened, and men in light blue long coats and gray trousers poured out. They all wore headbands and their cuffs were white, forming a triangular arrangement. Color block—the uniform of the new team uniforms, the difference is that they all have a black circle with a black "eight" in the circle on the back (tokugawa family seal, the emblem of Nagoya).Shouting, they all drew out the knives at their waists, and rushed towards Yuuri.

Yuuri, who had never experienced such a scene before, was stunned. Except for stabbing Tokugawa just now, he never thought of using a real knife to slash someone.But the worry about Victor in his heart made his irritability intensified—he gritted his teeth and pulled away a soldier's knife, kicking him in the stomach.Then he slashed at another man's hand, and a thin line of blood spattered his face.

The warm touch seemed to make the blood in his body start to burn—he, who had "love" in his heart and turned courage into reality, felt that a certain bravery and tenacity that had been silent in his heart had awakened.He held the knife tightly, and while briefly touching the blade and the body of the person passing by him, he ran quickly through the halls-but the familiar whistling sound came from his ear again, Then there was a sharp pain in his right arm—a diamond-shaped dart lodged in his forearm.

He was sweating coldly from the pain, but he didn't stop - he slashed a knife on the shoulder of a soldier who was blocking him, pushed him away and rushed into the corridor where Victor's room was located.

Yuuri stopped in his tracks—the hallway seemed deserted, unnervingly quiet.However, the footsteps behind him were getting closer, so he hurriedly ran to the door that was still locked, and tried to cut the lock with a knife while calling Victor's name.But at this moment, the coolness from his neck made him pause, and his injured arm could hardly hold the handle of the knife—a gun with a cold light was resting on his neck, and he turned his head slowly.

A tall samurai threatened him with a sword, and as he appeared, a group of samurai in shogunate costumes who had oppressed Victor slowly gathered from the rooms on both sides and formed a circle.Their armor made a slight grinding sound as they moved, and their heavy footsteps felt like heavy hammers hitting Yuuri's heart.

Yuuri looked at the locked wooden door in despair, his heart was overwhelmed by powerless guilt - he was worried to find that the shout just now hadn't been answered by Victor, and he was about to be caught like a heroic fool.

But at this moment, everyone heard some strange noises, and then thick smoke drifted out from the gap in the locked door.Yuuri sniffs, his heart clenched—Victor's room is on fire?

"It's on fire—it's on fire! That white-haired boy's room is on fire!" A shout came from nowhere, followed by more panicked shouts. "Fire--" "Go get the fire extinguisher--bucket! God, he's got a window--it's bringing down the whole porch!"

The tense state of preparing for the battle was a little out of control, and the panicked servants ran across the corridor, smashing into the encirclement of the warriors.Yuuri rolled his eyes, thinking about how to escape in the chaos, but he felt a slight prick in his neck—the knife on his neck tightened. "Don't panic." The leading samurai said calmly, "We just need to bring this guy to the Patriarch, other things are not my responsibility—" "Go away!" Yuuri's heart skipped a beat. The sound sounded, and the samurai behind him staggered almost lying on the ground, Yuuri turned around in surprise, and saw Victor from behind the servants holding buckets or wooden tubs.

He was wearing a black kimono and clogs, his chest was bared, and the sweat glistened on his forehead and collarbone.He didn't look at Yuuri, but jumped behind the leading samurai with a stride, wrapped his arms around his neck, then turned over and lay down on the ground to lock him, and started to break his arm from bottom to top with his other hand .The samurai let out a scream of pain—this foreign way of wrestling made him breathless and immobile, and with a crisp click—his arm was broken.

"Borrow your knife." Viktor snatched the knife from his limp hand and stepped back slowly, standing with Yuuri.

"I had to burn down my nice house," he whispered to Yuuri, eyeing the other samurai who finally came to their senses. "They should regret giving me that stick of incense - I lit my window paper with it."

The lighthearted tone of his tone makes Yuuri want to laugh, and he does—it's never been better with Victor by his side.And he heard Victor continue quickly, "You once asked me about my thoughts about my future, I'm sorry I couldn't answer without you—" He kicked a warrior who was trying to get close to him, Shen He said in a low voice, "Now I can only answer you like this—" He turned his back, raised the long knife in his hand, and stood back to back with Yuuri.

"Heaven and earth are witnesses, life and death follow each other."

Yuuri's arm is still bleeding, the dart still stuck in his arm.But he didn't feel more powerful than he did now—he and Victor uttered a cry almost at the same time, and began to dance the pistols in their hands.

They advanced and retreated, always maintaining a back-to-back formation, trying to move towards the exit of the corridor while fighting.They tried not to use ultimate moves as much as possible—they chopped off the enemy's wrists in turn, and the long knives fell to the ground with a crisp sound.A hulking samurai threw off his helmet and lunged at Viktor from the side, yelling, and Yuuri pulled the tip of a knife from a man's thigh and tripped the pounced fellow with his blood-spattered calf.They stepped on his body and aimed for a gap and ran quickly out of the corridor.But they stopped—

They stood on the veranda on the second floor, looking at the crowds gathering in the hall downstairs—probably all the Tokugawa family came, the servants with bamboo swords, the samurai with helmets in their arms, and one A light blue soldier.Yuuri pulled Viktor back and ran back.

They returned to the corridor where they had just fought, and there were only two or three warriors left grumbling on the ground.So they strode past them, sprinted down the stairs, knocked over a couple of guys who were in the way, and out the back door--to the back yard gate.

An arrow flew past Viktor's head and was nailed to a big tree in the yard.They turned their heads, and couldn't help being stunned—the seemingly beautiful and harmless wooden lattice windows on the second floor were turned up one by one, revealing launch ports made of stones.The archers drawing their bows stood in the windows one by one, and the clear arrows shone in the near-noon sun.

"Don't hurt them badly, shoot the foot!" Tokugawa appeared in the central loft, his belly bandaged.As his words fell, arrows and feathers came with the wind, and Viktor tried to push Yuuri, but Yuuri firmly grabbed his hand-they both fell because of pushing each other in their haste. up.

Yuuri pinned down on Viktor, and arrow after arrow landed beside them, burying themselves in the dirt of the courtyard.But when Yuuri raised his head with the pain of the arrow feather bruising, he saw Viktor's painful expression - an arrow went straight into Viktor's palm, pinning his hand to the ground.

A burst of cool anger filled Yuuri's forehead, and a sense of despair surged in his heart.He lowered his head and said in Victor's ear, "Don't panic, I will always be with you." Then he turned around and sat in front of Victor who couldn't get up due to the palm of his hand, protecting him with his body.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the dart on his arm, a stream of blood spurted out.He calmly tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and wrapped it carelessly.Then he straightened up and was sitting upright, his white coat was covered with mud and blood, and the white cloth strips on his head were discolored by sweat.He raised his head and glanced at Tokugawa upstairs with persistent eyes, then slowly closed his eyes.

"How's the hand? Is it still bleeding?" Yuuri looks worriedly at the hand that's resting on Victor's stomach - now wrapped by Yuuri with the cloth from his sleeve.

Victor shook his head at him, sweating profusely, trying to force a smile.Yet he was too tired, dizzy from the loss of blood and from the run just now.So Yuuri wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve that was missing a large piece of cloth, and leaned against the tree trunk with him exhausted.

They were in the cherry blossom forest, leaning against the big cherry tree in the center.

At the last moment, Tokugawa didn't continue to attack them, he just let out a loud and long sigh, waved his hand, turned and left the attic.The soldiers with bows and arrows put away their bows one after another, and disappeared in front of the window one by one.The samurai and servants stopped in their tracks—two servants with buckets hanging from their arms closed the gate of the mansion a few steps away in front of them.

When Yuuri who reacted happily turned his head to look at Victor, he found that he seemed to be unconscious with his eyes closed—the arrow on the palm was pulled out by himself at some point, and there was almost no sound during the whole process—he Holding the arrow in the other hand, his chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

It took about a quarter of an hour before the servant guarding the backyard stared at the two figures, one black and one white, helping each other out of the courtyard gate.They were afraid that Tokugawa would change his mind suddenly, so they didn't dare to take the big road, and plunged into the sea of ​​flowers almost without thinking.

Yuuri was panting as heavily as Viktor at the moment, but he still didn't let go of the hand he'd held since he started running away.Petals fluttered in front of their eyes, and the cherry blossoms not far away looked like pink and dreamy clouds under the sunshine of spring.

"Victor." Yuuri said softly, trying to divert the pain from his wound. "Thank you for saying 'love' to me. That's why I am now. I think I can let go of the 'crybaby' name - you have always protected me, I think I can finally protect You." It was the first time for him to say such an affectionate line so solemnly since he was a child, and he was still very uncomfortable with himself like this, so he looked at Victor who was smiling tiredly at him, and the tips of his ears were red.But he still gave him a shy, gentle smile familiar to Victor. "I did it—I once said that no matter what happens, I want to walk with you. So, it will be the same in the future, today, tomorrow, forever—and—

I love you too. "

There was no kissing, no hugging, they just held each other's hand tightly and smirked at each other—the sun had risen to the highest point, the gentle spring breeze was blowing the swaying cherry trees, the fresh green grass and their the hem of their clothes, the tip of their hair.

The pink petals are dancing around, like a grand dance, and like a warm, pink flower rain.

Four months later.Hasezu.

"No entry, buy a ticket!" Minako shook her folding fan and said impatiently to the boy with red and yellow hair in front of her, "Don't try to lie to me, you are at least 16 years old, although you look As short as a primary school student—" "I'm Yuuri's friend! You know me, I'm Kenjiro Minami!" the boy yelled at her.

"Okay, okay, Teacher Minako." Xi Jun was smoothing things over, and his triplet daughters were crowded on the steps of the venue, watching the crowd pouring in, chattering. "Didn't you say you won't accept the ticket?"

Minako slapped Minami Kenjiro's head angrily, and watched him run into the hall.

At this time, in the performance hall in the center of the venue, Phichit and Yuri were fighting over a marshmallow. "Obviously I asked for it first! The big one is mine!" Phichit shouted, a wisp of the tiny marshmallow sticking to his chin.

On the other hand, Yuri heard the words and pushed him hard, causing him to lean heavily on the back of the chair behind him.He pointed at Phichit with the big ball of marshmallow in his hand like a sword, "Learn English well and talk to me, don't be silly like a parrot!"

"Hush. It's about to start." Zhenli in the back row pointed her finger at them, looked carefully at her parents next to her, and then whispered to them, "You can go out and buy two more—you just need to face Victor Give Yuuri a few compliments, and he promises to happily give you pocket money."

The two boys in the front row fell silent.They quietly licked their marshmallows and looked at the huge stage ahead.Now there is still a yellow curtain on it, and a row of delicate stage lights are embedded in the black ceiling-they can't bear to let Victor treat them anymore-the Katsuki family poured out their money to merge Minako's gymnasium, and in the nearby It was expanded and three rooms were refitted as a performance hall.I heard Victor spent his life savings on this - he and Yuuri are going to revive the Hokushin One-Sword Style, and try to create a new sub-genre that fully exploits the artistry of the Hokushin One-Sword Style.

Today is a promotional stage play they arranged, the name Yuuri insisted on - "Everything from the Sea".

When the guests at the scene were fully seated and the pointer on the watch pointed to the hour, the curtain on the stage was drawn.

The plot tells about the relationship between Yuri Katsuki, the young lord of a feudal town at the end of the shogunate, and the Russian soldier Viktor Nikiforov he picked up from the sea. They accept the coming of a new era calmly, and fight together to try to restore the shogunate regime. The story of the ambitious statesman.

Viktor, dressed in an old Russian military uniform, was soaking wet. He sat in the background of the slideshow, smiling at the little boy across from him.He looked at the carefully selected actor in the dojo who played Yuuri as a child—a young boy with delicate features, speaking his lines with a serious face—he was very involved, as if that young boy was Yuuri.

In the play, the clips between them from strange to familiar, how to love kendo together, are interspersed with many fighting scenes that reflect Beichen's one-sword style, and then at the climax of the stage play, Chris wearing the armor of the shogun appeared on the stage .

He has two false mustaches glued to his lips, a wig on his head, and his face is heavily varnished to conceal his foreign appearance.He spoke rough and hard the lines he had memorized for many days: "If the Shengsheng family doesn't follow me, you all go to die together!"

He raised his hand, and a group of servants with long knives surrounded Yuuri and Viktor in the center of the stage—they were wearing tattered kimonos and their bodies were covered with scars.

Yuuri, who was dressed in white, shook his head resolutely at Chris who played Tokugawa.Then he turned to Victor beside him.

"Have you forgotten what you once said to me? Pray in silence and ask the heavens: When will your wish come true—"

"When the cherry blossoms turn red, I will meet the monarch." Victor solemnly continued.

"When my clothes are wet, your clothes can't be separated—"

"May it be rain on the mountain, and be lucky enough to meet you." (Note)

Yuuri looked at Victor who was piously answering him, a smile appeared on his face, as bright and gentle as the newly-rising sun.

"I have never regretted saving you from the sea. Without you, I would not have my swordsmanship, I would not be what I am now—without everything. It seems that I cannot walk into a new era of peace with you as I wished." He closed He smiled and asked seriously, "Would you like to go to heaven with me?"

"From the first time I saw you, I planned to follow you to the end of the world." Victor, dressed in black, bent his knees and knelt down on one knee. "You are my eternal young master - I am willing to go anywhere with you at any time - whether it is hell or heaven in front of me."

The whole script should end here - influenced by the acting atmosphere at that time, they are two martyrs who lived up to their ideals.But Yuuri bent over to help Victor up at this moment, looking into those blue eyes—

"No, it can only be heaven." Katsuki Yuuri clearly and solemnly said the second half of the sentence in the heart of the other party who was angry at his cowardice and only now.The line that wasn't a line: "It's the truth because—"

"As long as you are there, it is heaven."

Note: The 4 verses are Japanese waka, from "Manyoshu".The original text of the first two sentences is: "There is no one in the mountains, and I pray and ask the sky in silence:

When will my wish come true?When the kudzu vines turn red, I can meet my love sister. "

The author has something to say: there are two extra stories at the end of the main text.Although it is not long to write this, but it is enough to experience all kinds of Kawen crazy, no comments, and loneliness. Finally, I persisted. Thank you to all the people who read the text.