[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

The torrential rain on a summer night tore the paper doors, almost tearing them apart, and the howling wind swept the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard, and the falling petals sprinkled the pond.

"I said, you really don't want to persuade him?" Zhenli poured tea for Victor who was opposite, and the small amber tea soup dripped on the patterned tablecloth. "Did you fight? Tomorrow is his challenge day, you really—" "No, thank you." Victor said stiffly, who didn't understand whether he said "no tea" or "don't look in the yard Yuuri", the woman with the purple headband on her head looked at the silver-haired man sitting on the opposite side, but his trembling lips from time to time betrayed him.She sighed helplessly.

Katsuki Yuuri took his "Falling Sun", the gun that was forged with Victor's "Streamer", and kept waving it at the deserted courtyard lit by lightning from time to time.

focus.he said in his heart.Tomorrow is an important day. He must not lose face, must not lose to that inexplicable Tokugawa, and must not disappoint Victor—he slid like crazy, "Iai Zhan", "Sliding Moon Sword", "One Word" cut". . .He kept repeating the tricks in the plan Victor gave him. He couldn't tell whether sweat or rain soaked his black kimono with dark gray stripes.But this still couldn't calm the anger in his heart.

He's angry, he doesn't know why he can be so angry, Victor that idiot!

Why can't he think for himself, why he's never-always preoccupied with his Katsuki Yuuri's affairs, and what's worse- repaying the favor?

A flash of lightning flashed by, and Yuuri felt that he couldn't exert any strength anymore. He was dizzy, accompanied by a violent cough, and he lay down in the cold rain—he wanted to just sleep like this, and sleep for three days three nights.

Katsuki Yuuri woke up with difficulty, he felt that he should be lying on the soft quilt, his clothes had been changed, and there was still a scent of soothing incense in the air.He sat up from the quilt, his throat still hurt like fire, and his head seemed to be full of paste.He recognized that this was his room, so he wanted to look through the window to see if the rain had stopped—kneeling in front of the window was the person he didn't want to see yet, and a burst of anger welled up in him, so he coughed.

The silver-haired man sitting by the window with his back to him immediately turned his head and stood up, walked a few steps to his bed, knelt on one knee on the tatami, touched his forehead with one hand, and touched Yuuri's forehead with the other— —the latter immediately knocked off his hand.

"Yuuri. Still angry with me?" Viktor's voice was low and angry, which made Yuuri forget his annoyance for a moment, and he looked at Viktor's face.unbelievable!Victor, who had never shed tears in front of Yuuri in eight years, was crying.

Bean-sized tears dripped one by one from those delicate, pale eyelashes onto his knees, the backs of his hands—he was still wearing the same black suit he wore when he watched Yuuri and Tokugawa's match, when he was Laughing at him and saying that the clothes are very dirty, the latter blinked his eyes and said, "I can't help it, I got everything from Yuuri's family, what should I do? Otherwise, Yuuri will accompany me to Tokyo to buy" while throwing the cheap suits in the town It felt like a fashion model—at this moment, his black shoulders twitched slightly, his knocked-off hand held his forehead, his silver sideburns were messily stuffed behind his ears, and a slight, almost inaudible sob sounded at this moment In the silent room, it was as if a heavy hammer hit Yuuri's heart, making him want to tremble uncontrollably.

Yuuri grabbed his shoulders in a panic, gasping for breath from the pain in his throat, "Vi, Victor! Don't—" A sharp cough interrupted him, but he caught the other's attention and was caught by his At the moment when the cough attracted him, he continued, "Please, Victor, please don't cry, you're making me so uncomfortable—what about the game? I—"

He finally remembered that he had lost.A cold fact hit his heart, he lost the honor of the Katsuki family, he lost the title of young master that he didn't really want, and the important thing was that he let Victor down. . .

"It's okay." Viktor shook his head, and a few tears fell on the tatami under the moonlight, "I really don't care about the outcome of the challenge, you're great, Yuuri!" Hold your hands on your shoulders in your palms, "but please tell me later that you have a fever, please don't accept any challenges during your illness, please don't run out to practice swords when it's raining, please don't Again--"

drive me away.

But I was the one who didn't stop you from practicing sword in the rain, it was me who didn't have the ability to heal the asthma you never cured when you were a child, it was me who didn't let you live in peace all the time, and I didn't even let you win your favorite kendo It's me, it's my fault - maybe you're right, I need more power -

Yuuri felt the opponent's hand tremble slightly, but he didn't know what to do to comfort Victor at the moment, he lost the challenge, he couldn't catch up to Victor, he didn't believe in miracles, but Victor was by his side, beside him Too many miracles have been created in the same environment, and he has inspired strength and character that he has never had before. He has always wanted to get closer to him, and even closer, but he still disappoints him—even if this It's not a national kendo competition, but Victor has watched so many of his competitions, but he hasn't seen a drunken man's sword dance performance, right?He has seen his worst side. He has been working so hard to maintain his image in his eyes, but it has collapsed. He must be extremely disappointed in his benefactor! "Don't practice swords in the rain again?" "Don't accept challenges while sick?" Yes, otherwise he would definitely not lose.

"Are you crying? I know you're disappointed in me," Yuuri's sanity was shattered by the severe fever and desperation that crushed him, and an assertive, crooked emotion took hold of him, and he even grunted and let out a A weird smile, "Do you think I'm not worthy to be your benefactor? Does it affect your sense of accomplishment in repaying your favor? That's good, you don't need to repay your favor anymore, you are free!"

Victor looked at him in disbelief.For a split second Yuuri felt intense regret—what did he say?how could he-

But Viktor just gave a bitter smile for a moment, and then suddenly put his hands around his waist - and he hugged him tightly. "Yuuri. Do you want revenge?" The person next to the ear murmured, "Is this the end of your swordsmanship? Your ideal is a peaceful life and swordsmanship—now add, how about beating Yukio Tokugawa? "

The warm embrace, the pleasant smell, the green smell of the cherry blossoms just blooming in spring, and the solemnity and affection that have never been seen before - Yuuri was almost intoxicated, his already blank head became even more empty, he She could only instinctively hug him back, and let out a "hmm" in her nose.So with a warm and gentle kiss on the cheek, his arms were empty for a moment—he could only see the tall and straight figure and the back of the silver head flashing past the carved wooden door, and he could only hear the solemn and It seems to be full of regretful words.

"Be sure to take good care of yourself."

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