[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

It was evening when 24-year-old Yuuri Katsuki pushed open the gate of his yard with a bouquet of alfalfa that was soaked in the dew of the "spring equinox", as if it had just opened and curled up.

"Yuuri!" exclaimed Hiroko, who had been sitting in the hallway waiting anxiously, but the servants who ran out to find her son hadn't returned, "Where did you go—what's the matter with your appearance? ——You" "Wait a minute, let me have a rest!" Her son carefully placed the bouquet of flowers in a flowerpot on the corridor temporarily, and sat down on the porch, like a kite without a skeleton The same spread out in a pile - as if the bouquet of flowers is the skeleton.

His glasses were gone, as if he was covered with steam from the early spring sun, and his long coat, which was obviously sweat-drenched and dried out, was crumpled, its original color could not be seen, and there were mud marks here and there. , Clogs and socks were gone, and there were slight bloodstains from dead vine scratches on bare feet and calves.Sweaty black hair sticks to her forehead in strands, her brown eyes are closed, her mouth is wide open like a stranded fish, and she is gasping for breath.

"You went to—" "Xiding Mountain." "Ah, really?" His mother let out another exclamation, her chubby thighs shaking in her pink bathrobe and trousers, "You bastard— —It's a kilometer and three hills from here, how can you-" "So I can only sneak away, because you will definitely not let me go, well, Mom, it's nothing! I went with West County !"

"Why can't you send someone to go for you? Even though it must be Xiaowei's gift—" She looked at the bunch of dew-dropping, immature but cute yellow flowers like egg yolks, her expression softened .

"It's very important," the young man's breathing finally returned to normal. "It's very important, Mom, it's very important that I need to go by myself—Mom, where is Victor? Is he at his house?" He ran to the door, and opened it in a blink of an eye—he ran out.

"Yuuri! You at least put your shoes on—" Hiroko jumped into the yard angrily, but her son still didn't hear what she was trying to convey, "He's not home! He—"

He's not in now.Not even Anfisa was there.They—where did he go?

Yuuri held on to the door frame in a daze, looking at the tiny dust particles flying in the air of the tidy living room under the sunlight—this is very abnormal, although this old Japanese house is dusty every day, Victor will not Let them fly--he'd go back and forth pulling the mop, wearing an apron, like a housewife.

The kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom—the big double bed was marked with a person's sleep marks, and the quilt was not even folded—this is so abnormal, Yuuri walked around the bedroom worriedly, and then yanked the wardrobe open— — is empty!A strong panic hit his heart, just like 4 years ago, when he got up from the hospital bed in a daze, he found that Victor was nowhere to be found - just like he drifted to the beach inexplicably, suddenly, he disappeared , And for 4 full years, there was no news.

Four years later, in the early winter of this year, when he appeared at Yuuri’s house, he was wearing a three-piece gray suit, a khaki wool coat, shiny leather shoes, and a plush octagonal hat that was very popular in the Soviet Union at that time. Long bangs covered one eye—he had completely lost his greenness, and even the Japanese aura that had been forced on him—he had completely returned to what people call "" Soviet Russian old man".

His shoulders were wider, and the lines of his face were sharper and more defined.He threw down a large black suitcase and opened his arms to Yuuri who was like a wooden man across the yard - his beautiful, blue eyes remained the same - smiling, lips still lovely Laughing into a heart shape.

Pooh!hateful.How could I just hug you like this!

At this moment, Yuuri was trotting along the side street, thinking angrily.However, the thoughts quickly returned to the present fact.He slowed down.

He should go back to Victor's house, and calmly check if his luggage is still there, instead of running around aimlessly like this - he is tired and hungry, but he has the physical strength that Victor has praised - he often run back.

When Yuuri pushed open the door of Victor's house again, panting, he found that the culprit who caused his heart to hang and let go quickly was wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt, gray casual trousers, holding Cheeks stands squarely in the living room - and then the culprit's gaze turns to Yuuri's face, eyes brighten like dim candles suddenly lit (which still makes Yuuri's heart thump), "Yuuri—! What the hell did you do? You, you took a hot spring in the earth?"

He strode over, putting his hands on Yuuri's shoulders.The latter, on the other hand, stared at his face motionlessly, as hard as he could get enough of it, and Viktor noticed a familiar, annoyed look on his face.So he held back his doubts, and looked at him with some guilt, but his hands still didn't leave the other's shoulders.

"You said it. You promised me." Yuuri eyed him huffing.So the latter quickly explained: "Yes. I promised you, but I didn't disappear without a word, you know Yuuri, I went to find you-I was so anxious that I was in a hurry with your family. Those people are the same. Besides," Victor became serious, "who disappears now without a word?"

Yurita shrugged his shoulders.But he wasn't going to explain his whereabouts.So Victor continued to look at his sweaty brow, nondescript dirty clothes, and bare calves and feet. "My God, where are your shoes? Why is my young master so careless about appearance, you still have scratches on your feet, my God—" Yuuri had no time to care about his Japanese mixed with English, since he came from abroad His Japanese seemed to have changed when he came back—he couldn't help it, because he suddenly found himself empty.

"Hey! Victor - what are you doing -" The tall Russian man suddenly squatted down, hugged his thighs and lifted him upright off the ground. His buttocks were supported by Victor's arms, and then he found He sat down on the low cabinet in the living room.

"Be quiet, Yuuri." The silver-haired man made a shush motion at him, took down the vase he knocked over and threw it on the sofa, and then he walked into the bedroom.He came back a moment later, medicine kit in hand. "Quiet." He stopped the young man on the low cabinet from making anxious excuses, "I wanted to help you take a bath—" so his companion murmured anxiously again, "But my family is now I don’t have any clothes for you to change, and Zhenli took all my clothes, she said she was going to get married——before that, I’m afraid I only have underwear and socks.” He took alcohol cotton balls Carefully wiping Yuuri's ankles, calves and feet, several used cotton balls have been thrown on the ground, "Let's deal with this first," he said, taking out a few band-aids from the medicine box and carefully one by one Sticking to those tiny scratches, then lowered his head and moved Yuuri's dangling feet away, "I remember being here, na—" He opened the bottom drawer of the low cabinet, from the neatly placed items He took out a new roll of white cotton socks, grabbed a foot that was trying to resist and kicked around, and put it on carefully.

"Phew—I'm finally relieved." Victor straightened up, gently stroked the forehead hair of the young man sitting on the low cabinet to the top of his head, and found a slight blush spreading on the other's fair face, and smiled happily.

"Victor—how's your preparations going? Where's she?" Yuuri asks.But obviously the person opposite didn't want to talk about this topic, and his brows frowned again. "She went to town with Minako to do some shopping." He absently adjusted Yuuri's disheveled front, apparently not realizing what he was doing. "By the way, Yuuri, your mouth is so dry, do you want some water? Let me see what's in the kitchen—" He hurried into the kitchen, and stuffed a box of yogurt with a straw into Yuuri's hand , and watch the other person put the straw into their mouth.

Yuuri sucked on the yogurt, staring at the clean floor.For a moment he asks, "Victor, aren't you happy? You're such a good match—" "Yes, of course I—Yuuri, you're happy about it, are you?"

"As I said, I'm very happy." Yuuri turned to look at him, with a dreamy, yearning smile on his face, "As I said, Victor finally got married, and he doesn't need to be alone anymore, no need Everything alone—"

The black-haired young man's smile was so sincere that the other party thought that his chest was full of blessings for his best friend, so the sore place in Victor's heart began to swell again, almost making him unable to breathe—so he changed the subject.

"Yuuri, do you really not want to beat that Yukio Tokugawa?"

"Well. I can't beat him. Besides, I don't want to participate in any competitions about kendo anymore. Now kendo is my hobby." Yuuri thought sullenly. During the 4 years when Victor was gone, he spent a whole year It was only after Nian that he regained his strength and picked up the bamboo sword he had trained in again, but that was all.Let him go on like this.The hot spring hotel has begun to take shape, he needs to take over the burden of the family - the light that has been shining on him has left him, even if it comes back, it can't - he doesn't want it to only hang over his head up.

"No, you can beat him." Victor shook his head, "Your match 4 years ago was not as bad as you thought—" "It was that bad, have you ever seen someone who turned kendo into dancing, like a drunk Diva-" "No, that wasn't bad," Victor laughed, his eyes shining with confidence and pride, forcing Yuuri to meet his eye contact, "Not only was it not a bad start, Yuuri, he said softly, his voice soft and joyful, "that's a beautiful and surprising possibility."