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To say that Yuuri woke up the next morning absolutely terrified was an understatement. He lay in bed for a good ten minutes and stared blankly at the ceiling. Izo's words sounded like a threat. He couldn't stop replaying them in his head. He knew where Yuuri lived, he knew his daily routine, he knew where he went all the time. Yuuri knew better than anyone what Izo was capable of. Yuuri prayed to any god that existed that Izo wouldn't find him, because he knew only too well what that man would do to him.

He felt physically better today. He'd actually managed to get a few hours sleep, which relived Yuuri because he didn't know if he could cope with another sleepless night. His back still ached but he could deal with it. He'd had worse.

He got out of bed slowly and put all of his training gear on. He grabbed his skates and shoved them into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder. He walked out of his room and downstairs, only to be greeted by Viktor.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?" Viktor smiled.

"Uh, It was okay. How about you?" Yuuri replied.

"It was lonely. Even Makkachin didn't want to sleep with me!" Viktor huffed and Pouted. "Anyway, I was just going to head up to the rink. You can come up a bit later with Yurio if you'd like to."

Yuuri was not going to leave Viktor's side today. He was too terrified. He'd probably come off as clingy, but Viktor was the only person he felt mildly safe around.

"N-no! I'll come with you!" Yuuri stuttered. "I mean...if that's okay with you."

"It's fine, did you eat breakfast?" Viktor asked. Yuuri hesitated before shaking his head. Viktor paused for a second before rummaging through his bag and pulling out on energy bar. He handed it to Yuuri. "Eat this, I'll keep you going till dinner."

"O-okay, thank you." Yuuri opened the packet and took a bite. It tasted decent. He could make do of that for now.

"Shall we get going?" Viktor asked Yuuri. He nodded in return. Viktor grabbed his coat and bag before walking out the door with Yuuri by his side.

"Hey! Where d'you think you're going without me, idiots!" A voice called from behind them. Both turned around to see Yurio standing there, his hair a mess and in his pyjamas. He shot both of them a glare.

"We were just going to head up to the rink. You can join us later if you like." Viktor cheered.

"No way am I letting fatso there have you all to himself. Wait for me. I'll be ready in two minutes!" Yurio yelled before sprinting off to his room.

"Geez, does he ever stop?" Viktor scratched his head. "C'mon Yuuri, let's wait outside."

They both walked outside together and sat down on the wall. Yuuri rubbed his hands together because he was absolutely freezing. The cold morning air was enough to freeze him to death. He looked out to the sea as the sun was rising, casting hundreds of different colours across the long stretch of water. Yuuri could remember watching the sun rise as a little kid. He'd always wake up extra early so that he could see all the beautiful colours. Yuuri smiled at the memory.

He shuddered as a particularly cold blast of wind made him curl up into a ball to try and preserve some warmth. Viktor looked down at Yuuri as he sat there with his knees up to his chest. The tip of his nose and his cheeks were red from the cold. Viktor smiled slightly.

"Cold?" He asked.

"Very." Yuuri replied. Viktor paused for a second before speaking again.

"Come here-" Viktor reached out and pulled Yuuri into his arms. He pulled his right arm out of his long brown coat and stuck it around Yuuri so that they were sharing it. Viktor hesitantly wrapped his arms around Yuuri, and rested his head on his. "Better?"

Yuuri didn't know what to say. He was blushing too much. He was so so close to Viktor. He wasn't used to it. But Viktor was warm, and that was all that mattered. Viktor was always warm. He was lucky to have him around.

Yuuri tried to relax, but he was automatically tense because of the conversation from last night. He didn't know if Izo was lying and trying to scare him, but either way Yuuri was terrified out of his mind. He wasn't just scared for himself. He didn't want Viktor to get hurt. Viktor meant so much to him. He couldn't bare the thought of Viktor getting hurt because of him. He'd never be able to live with himself.

"Yuuri, what are you thinking about right now?" Viktor spoke after a long silence. Viktor had noticed that Yuuri had been distant for the passed few days. There was obviously something wrong, and Viktor hoped that Yuuri would talk to him about it because we wanted to understand Yuuri better. He wanted to be there for him. Was it something to do with the phone call he'd overheard?

"Nothing..." Yuuri mumbled. He closed his eyes. Viktor was only trying to help him. Yuuri tried to reassure himself. He reminded himself that Viktor had said multiple times that he wanted to support him. It was a strange feeling to Yuuri to have someone actually want to support him. He'd never had someone in his life like that until now. He couldn't help but doubt Viktor though, because if Yurio won this 'hotsprings on ice' thing, Viktor would leave him and forget about his very existence. He could enjoy a little bit of Viktor and
his' time. Even if it was just for now. "I- I'm just scared of losing you."

Now it was Viktor's turn to be flustered. He was not expecting Yuuri to be so bold. Why was he scared of losing him? Was it because he'd agreed to go back to Russia if Yurio won the hotsprings on ice? Viktor didn't know what to do. He wasn't one to break his promises, but he himself in all honesty wanted to stay in Hasetsu and coach Yuuri. He was scared that Yuuri would quit skating if he left, and someone as expressive and gorgeous as Yuuri didn't deserve to quit. Yuuri deserved the earth and all the stars around it. Viktor could feel his cheeks heating up and tried his best to not let it show. He was lucky that Yuuri was shorter than him and couldn't see his face or Viktor would have cried from embarrassment. No one had made him feel this way. Ever.

Before Viktor could say anything, Yurio came storming out of the house and stood there impatiently.

"We haven't got all day, I want to see my program!" Yurio narrowed his eyes at Viktor. Viktor huffed before moving his arm from around Yuuri and standing up. He slid his arm back into the sleeve and stood up. Viktor grumbled to himself. Yuuri was warm. He wanted him back.

Yuuri shivered once Viktor was taken away from him. He wanted him back. Viktor was lovely and warm. He felt safe. Yuuri stood up and quietly thanked Viktor. He smiled back at him before the three went on their way up to the ice rink. Yurio and Viktor bickered at each other for the whole time, which was very entertaining to Yuuri. He watched as both of them threw insults at each other. Viktor brushed them off like the happy-go-lucky guy he was, and Yurio was getting more and more worked up, like the angry child he was.

Yuuri couldn't help but be overly wary of his surroundings. He didn't feel safe in the slightest. He was so scared because he knew that Izo was in his hometown and could pop up at any minute. Yuuri knew it was highly unlikely in broad daylight but he was still wary. The thing was, Izo was really smart. That was another disadvantage to Yuuri. To put it simply, Yuuri prayed to god that nothing would happen because he would put him and the people around him in danger.

Once they'd reached the ice rink and put on their skates and gloves, they entered the rink and skated over to where Viktor was. He had a CD player resting on the side of the rink and was waiting patiently. Once he saw both of his students approach him, he smiled at both and stood up properly rather than slouching against the side as he was before.

"Okay, today I will reveal the music you will both be skating to. They're both the same piece they just have different arrangements. They first one- On regards to love: Agape. Unconditional Love." Viktor announced. "I want you to tell me what you feel while listening to these."

Viktor pressed the play button and let the piece ring out though the rink. Yuuri thought for a minute. It was a beautiful piece, no denying it. It was calming and full of emotion.

"It's really innocent. It's like......someone who doesn't know what love is yet." Yuuri stated. Viktor nodded in agreement with him.

"Uh for god sake shut up with this innocent crap. You're making me sick." Yurio complained as the piece came to an end.

"Okay, onto the next one. On regards to Love: Eros. Sexual love." Viktor announced before pressing the play button.

Yuuri's eyes immediately lit up. It was like a totally different piece. It was lively and exciting, but sexual love wasn't a thing that Yuuri could express yet. He was to afraid to put himself out there and show the world.

"I like this one better. I want to skate to this one." Yurio demanded.

"Yuuri, what's your opinion in it?" Viktor asked curiously.

"Uh, It was very...um, Eros." Was the only reply Yuuri could think of giving. Viktor chuckled. He pressed the stop button and removed the disk.

"You've both now heard the two different arrangements, so this is how I'm assigning them." Viktor told them. Yuuri prayed that he wouldn't get assigned Eros. He probably wouldn't because Yurio was so persistent and determined to get his own way, he'd probably get what he wanted. There was an unbearable silence before Viktor spoke again.

"Yuuri, you will skate to Eros. Yurio, you will skate to Agape." Viktor pointed his finger to each of them as he assigned them their pieces. Yuuri turned to Viktor with a 'oh fuck' expression. Yurio didn't seem to be happy either.

"I am not skating to some innocent bullshit you bastard! Swap them over!" Yurio demanded. Viktor shook his head.

"You've got to do the opposite of what people expect you to do, Yurio. You'll be fine." Viktor reassured him. Yurio grumbled.

"You better give me a programme that'll make me win against fatso by there!" Yurio threatened him. "If I win, you'll come back to Russia and coach me, understand?"

"Okay. Sounds fair enough. Yuuri! What would you like if you win?" Viktor turned to the black haired male and asked him.

Yuuri knew what he wanted. He only wanted a small bit of Viktor's time. That's all he asked for. Was he being to selfish though? Viktor was the most famous skater in figure skating history. Yuuri didn't deserve him. Yuuri cherished each moment they spent together, because he knew how easily Viktor could slip through his fingers. He was going to hold onto Viktor. He was never going to let go of him. The time they spent together meant so much to Yuuri, although Yuuri knew that he probably meant nothing to Viktor. Viktor was too good for him, and Yuuri was only too aware of that fact.

"I just want to spend time with you. I want to keep winning and keep spending time with you." Yuuri let out after a few minutes of silence. Viktor's eyes glowed. Yuuri never failed to surprise him. He never failed to take Viktor's breath away. Yuuri's cheeks heated up again and his heart beat rapidly. Did I just say that? Yuuri thought to himself.

"Of course." Viktor replied and cracked a genuine smile to Yuuri. Yuuri's heart swelled up again. He felt warm. His smiled was so pure. Yuuri felt like he was starting at an angel. Viktor was his angel.

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That evening, after Viktor had showed both Yuri's their routines, they were desperately trying to figure out what Agape and Eros was to them. Viktor had strictly announced that they wouldn't get to enter the rink until they figured out what it was to them. Both thought long and hard. They'd visited the temple and everything, and been to the waterfall for some reason. Yurio had already figured out what Agape was to him, so why couldn't Yuuri figure out what Eros was to him? Why was he finding it so difficult? Was it because he'd done anything even mildly sexual in his life (apart from the two times Izo forced himself onto Yuuri)? Yuuri was always the one who was left behind. No matter for what or why, he was always last.

Yuuri tapped his finger impatiently on the table as he thought long and hard. It was getting annoying now. Why couldn't he come up with anything? Why didn't he just lie? Viktor would probably see through him, that's why. Yuuri got up and left the room. Viktor looked at him in confusion. Once he was out of the room he kicked the wall and slammed his head against it

"Why.can't.i.bloody.think"Yuuri grumbled. Yuuri entered the room again with a red forehead and Viktor's eyes on him.

"Is something wrong Yuuri?" Viktor questioned.

"It's nothing." Yuuri mumbled before resting his head on the table. What made him loose the ability to think properly? What did he drool over when he thought about it (aside from Viktor)?

"I've got it! Pork cutlet bowls are Eros to me!" Yuuri sat up. He soon realised that he had actually said it out loud. Ohmygodohmygodwhatthefuck was the only thing going through Yuuri's head. He probably sounded like a total moron. Wha was worse was he'd said it in front of his idol.

"Okay. We can go with that." Viktor giggled. He watched as Yuuri turned the darkest shade of red he'd ever seen, and bolt out the door.

"Was he serious?" Yurio scoffed.

"Hey, show him some respect." Viktor scolded Yurio. He just rolled his eyes before going back to playing on his phone.

Meanwhile, Yuuri was up in his bedroom under the covers, still trying to get over the embarrassment of what it's happened. He could believe that he'd said that in front of Viktor. Viktor was probably going to make a laughing stock out of him now. Yuuri groaned and curled up into a small ball. It wasn't his fault that he had never had any sexual feelings towards anyone yet, it was just the way he was. He felt that he had more of a chance of developing sexual feelings towards someone if they had a strong, emotional bond between each other, and Yuuri had never experienced or come across someone like that defies. Until now.

Yuuri was scared he was starting to develop feelings for Viktor. He felt something for him, and there was no denying that. He always felt flustered around him and his heart was always racing. He was scared to develop a strong bond with Viktor incase the feelings came with it. But Yuuri knew it was already too late, because there was something, there was something there. It could be fatal to Yuuri. If Viktor happened to just get up and leave him one day, which Yuuri was only too aware of how easy that was to do, he knew for a fact that he'd never recover.

He was still torn up between him and Izo. Yuuri knew he'd never get over the fact that he'd been cheated on and used for around three years. He felt disgusting. He was terrified. He was even more terrified of the threatening messages he'd been hiding for the past day. Soon or later, something was going to happen, and Yuuri wasn't ready for it in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and rolled over onto his side. He fell asleep quite quickly, but if he knew of what his dreams would bring to him, he wouldn't have.

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Yuuri was being chased. He didn't know by who, but he just wanted to get out. He was running down a dark corridor. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and the footsteps behind him. He turned a corner quickly. Blood. There was blood everywhere. It was also a dead end, except there was a room to his right.

Without thinking twice, he sprinted into the room and closed the door behind him. There was no lock on it. He could hear footsteps echoing outside the door. He turned around to see that the room he was in was covered in blood. There was a single chair in the middle of the room. Something bad must have happened in this room.

"Yuuri my love, open up!" A voice cooed. Izo. Oh god no. Not him. "I've chased you all this way, won't it be a shame to let you go at the last minute?"

Yuuri tried to scream at him to get away, but he couldn't. Nothing came out. He tried and tried.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if I got my hands on the one person you care for more than anyone?" Izo sighed. "Too late. He's already dead. Why don't you come and see him?"

Yuuri didn't know why, but he got up and carried himself over to the door. With shaking hands, he twisted the door knob and opened it slowly. He was immediately greeted with Izo who had a smirk spread across his face.

"No we can be happy together, forever." His smirk grew. "No one will ever stop us. He's out of my way now."

Izo stepped out of the way, and Yuuri was greeted by the horrific sight of Viktor's mangled and bloodied body lying on the floor.
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Yuuri woke up with a jolt. His breathing was rapid and his heart was pounding furiously. He was shaking. He was crying. He'd had another nightmare. He kept telling himself that it was only a dream, but as always, it seemed so so real.

Viktor.

Yuuri didn't think twice about it. Even though he was terrified. Yuuri leaped out of bed, grabbed his phone and ran downstairs. He made sure he wasn't loud enough to wake his family up. He ran down the corridor and bolted into Viktor's room. He dived onto the bed where Viktor and Makkachin were sleeping soundly.

"Viktor. Viktor. Please wake up." Yuuri began crying. His dream had been so realistic. At least Viktor was there with him. Yuuri just needed the reassurance that he was actually alive, No matter how stupid that sounded. Viktor groaned before opening him eyes.

"What the- Oh, Yuuri, what's wrong?" Viktor bolted up once he realised Yuuri was crying. Yuuri just tackled Viktor into a hug and cried into his shoulder for a moment.

"I had a nightmare." Yuuri said once he'd calmed down a bit. Viktor patted his head.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Viktor asked. Viktor was tense. He was usless at calming people down. He hoped he was doing an okay job. Yuuri hesitantly nodded. Viktor was grateful that Yuuri was beginning to trust him more.

"I-i was being chased and- and there was blood Viktor, there was so much blood. I ran into this room and he came knocking and- and he said that he'd kill the person I- I care for more than anyone. I opened the door and you were mangled on the floor Viktor- I don't know how to forget what I saw I-" Yuuri cried. He cupped his face in his hands and began bawling again.

"Yuuri. Look at me." Viktor said before taking Yuuri's hands into his. "I'm here. I'm here. Nothing is going to happen to either of us. I promise you."

"C-can I sleep with you tonight?" Yuuri stuttered. There was no way that he was going to leave Viktor. Not after what he'd just been through.

"Of course, if it'd make you feel safer." Viktor replied. "Can I ask you something though?"

Yuuri nodded.

"Who's 'he'?"

Yuuri froze. How was he supposed to answer that? He didn't want anyone knowing about what happened between him and Izo. Yuuri know he couldn't lie though, because Viktor would see through him, but one question only lead to another. He could trust Viktor though, right? He wanted to prove to him that their relationship was of a significance to Yuuri even if he did go back to Russia.

"Uh, it was Izo, my boyfriend. Well, Ex-boyfriend..." Yuuri looked away from Viktor.

"Oh...I see. Did something happen?" Viktor asked. There it was. It wasn't like Viktor was forcing Yuuri to tell him. He only cared for Yuuri and wanted the best for him.

"I-uh, I found out he cheated on me for three years..." Yuuri could feel the fear coming back to him. Not that it had left in the first place. What was he going to to do him?

Before he had time to think about anything else, he was pulled into a massive hug by Viktor. His muscular arms wrapped around Yuuri's torso, and Yuuri's head rested on Viktor's chest. Yuuri was blushing furiously again. No denying though, he could get used to this. The cuddling part, not the nightmare part.

"Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry Yuuri. You deserve so much better than that. What a scumbag. He never deserved you in the first place. What a twat. If I ever get my hands on him...god." Viktor ranted.
"I'm sorry. How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." Yuuri replied in all honesty. He stayed silent and listened to the steady sound of Viktor's heart beat. He was here. He was actually a living and breathing person who Yuuri was currently cuddling with. He couldn't believe it.

"That's okay, don't worry. I know it's gonna take some time to get over it, but you'll eventually forget about him. I'm here for you, okay? Please talk to me more when you're feeling like this. I can't bear to watch you do this alone. I'm here with you okay?." Viktor reassured him, making Yuuri's heart flutter. Of course, Yuuri still wasn't over the nightmare, but he felt the tiniest bit safer in Viktor's arms. He was so warm. He knew that all his problems weren't going to just magically vanish overnight now that Viktor was here, but he had someone who supported him, and that was enough for Yuuri.

"Let's just cuddle for a bit." Viktor whispered before turning on his side and engulfing Yuuri into a massive hug. His arms snaked around Yuuri's waist, and Yuuri's head was buried into Viktor's shoulder.

"Hang on, just let me out my phone away-" Yuuri rolled over to put his phone of Viktor's bedside cabinet after a good ten minutes. He checked his notifications quickly. His heart stopped. He switched his phone off before turning back to Viktor and wrapping his arms around him, and Viktor doing the same to Yuuri. Yuuri buried his head into Viktor's shoulder and once again inhaled the viktory smell.

Despite being in Viktor's arms and feeling a tiny bit safer, Yuuri's heart was beating rapidly from the notification he'd just gotten.

From: Izo Suoh (cuntbag)
To: Yuuri Katsuki.

5 more days. Watch out.

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Started: 21st November
Finished: 21st November
Published: 21st November
Words: 4086

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