"You must come back home (In this rough life)"

Yuuri's eyes snap open instantly as h takes in his surroundings. His neighbor must be muttering some cryptic b.s. Again.

Yuuri lay awake in the bed. He knew he wasn't going to be falling asleep anytime soon, no matter how hard he tried.

Phichit had brought him his phone, so he opened it and began looking through it, trying to see what he had missed while he was M.I.A.

His finger hovered over the news icon before he opened it.

That decision was instantly regretted the second he did it.

A lot of the thumbnails and headlines were normal, how to make your very own Katsudon, gifts that introverts will love, and so on.

He pressed a video and the woman was speaking in Japanese, but that didn't stop his heart from rising in his chest and freezing itself over.

"Nikita Pankov, Alexei Fialskaya, Leo Cheravin, and Vladimir Alvery-"

Yuuri stopped listening at the time when he saw their faces on the screen and he felt his heartbeat racing in his chest. He pauses the video and goes to toss up his guts in the trashcan on his bedside.

"They were taken into the police after an anonymous tip was sent in by two skaters early this morning," she said shuffling the papers on her desk. "Two videos and a photo was sent to the police.... Although-"

A picture of Viktor from the 5 suspects appeared on the screen .

"We know this man is hiding out somewhere off the grid, but we will find him."

Yuuri saw them show the censored video on the screen.

Censoring just made everything look worse. Yuuri was there, he didn't need the news to give false ideas to the public of what really went down 2-3 nights ago.

"If you look closely, this is Japanese figure skater, Yuuri Katsuki. And if you look at the bottom of your television screen or wherever you are watching this, you'll see this is a live stream of some sorts."

He couldn't take it anymore...He had to turn it off...

When he reached for the remote, he heard a knock at the window."Yuuri...Yuuri..."

Yuuri wanted to run far, far away from this place. The fact that not only was someone knocking at his window this late into the night/ this early in the morning automatically set of multiple red flags.

"Yuuri...Why don't you unlock the window for me sweetheart?" a giggle or a chuckle was heard and the window was open and someone was coming in.

It was dark, so he couldn't make out the face, but he sure as hell knew that voice anywhere.

"My brothers hogged you all to themselves, I barely got any type of time with you..."

"Bullshit! You didn't do anything but stick your cock down my throat!" Yuuri wanted to hiss out, but he found himself paralyzed with fear.

He stops a couple inches away from him and leans down, nearly closing the distance

"But I never got in that hole of yours."

He pressed a damp cloth to his nose and mouth and he began to feel a bit out of sorts.

"It'll be fun seeing as there is no one here to hear you scream," he whispers.

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Viktor's P.O.V. (Pankov)

He'll be knocked out for the next few hours.

It's no fun when the victim and or subject is screaming the entire time they're being played with. It kills the entire atmosphere.

You'd think he'd like me since I have so many familiar attributes to Viktor Nikiforov, but I guess not.

To be honest, Viktor isn't good enough for him, leaving Yuuri all alone with his own needs that need to be quenched, dooming Yuuri selfishly as a virgin.

Good thing we got to him first, right?

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I'm so glad this window isn't that far from the ground, so now I can escape from this place without much problem.

I look to my barely stirring victim of the evening, watching as his chest rises and falls slowly. I hope he wakes up and feels my love all over him.

And if my love is a sin, then I hope he feels both my Eros and my Agape all over him, feeling it coursing through his blood and pumping through his veins, sending it right back to his heart.

"What a wonderful sight..." I whisper, escaping into the night.

I disappear. Perhaps I should escape to Japan so I can keep an eye on him always...

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Viktor's P.O.V. (Nikiforov)

"Cheers to giving Yuuri Katsuki his justice!" Yurio yells breaking out the champagne glasses and the champagne.

"Yurio, put that down. We all know you're still two years away from being legally allowed to drink." Mila says sipping her own glass with a smirk.

"Cheers," George says flatly, sipping at his own classy glass of red wine.

We clink glasses (Yurio poured himself some grape juice so he didn't feel left out)

"Thanks to Yurio getting mentally scarred for life, we got to clear someone innocent's name!" Mila says over enthusiastically.

"To be honest, I met this member online and she actually sent me her own videos from the live stream which I also submitted."

"Can I Have her username?"

"Nah, you'll be telling her to check her privilege the minute you see her latest stolen memes."

"Telling you to check your price ledge was a joke, Yurio! A JOKE!!"

"Yeah, ok."

"It's true!"

"Mhm."

I smile and begin to think about Yuuri. He would've been taken home to me tonight/ tomorrow, but it was pushed back for a bit.

I plan on taking him to maybe a therapist or some type of help center. The doctors and the people with PhDs are more skilled at the art of people than I.

(YOU GOT THE BEST OF-)

I picked up the phone and responded in Russian.

"It's Mr. Katsuki, Viktor. Please come quickly or as soon as possible. It is very urgent."

"Hold on, what's wrong with my fiancé?!"

"That we cannot say over the phone for security purposes, thank you."

The other two look up to me in concern while Mila tries to hide it.

"What happened to the piglet?" Yurio asks getting up, nearly toppling over his glass but Mila saves it, sacrificing her own glass.

"We don't know, but I believe we will be taking a trip down to the hospital."

Yurio groaned, we all knew he hated hospitals or any type of medical establishment because they always mistook him for some misguided child or something.

"Yuuri's probably in trouble," George says grabbing his keys from off the counter and tugging on his coat at the same time. "I'll drive."

"Can we listen to something else other than the 'Sleeping Beauty Soundtrack' ?" Mila and Yurio asked, "We hear enough of that while we're skating."

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When we arrive at the hospital, the place is already swarmed with reporters, media, police, and squad cars trying to keep the media from getting in.

I really am tired of seeing police almost everytime I turn the corner...

It was a mistake to bring Yuuri here if I knew this was going to happen.

"Mr. Nikiforov!" someone yells out before stopping to take in the sights of Mila, Georgi, and Yurio. "I see you brought...Guests..."

"Yeah, problem?" Yurio replies snarkily.

"Listen, there was another incident at the hospital. And it has to do with Yuuri."

"Ok, fuck this, fuck that!" Yurio yells tossing his hands into his hair out of sheer frustration, at the end of his rope with the world "I heard from Phicht that he was being creeped on and I didn't need this five days ago!"

As we walk in, there are many shouts of our names and questions being thrown our way, which Yurio happily met with threats and middle fingers.

"We believe another breach has been made, but this time, the victim was knocked out, not registering any sort of reaction," he explains leading us down the hallway and to the elevator.

The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, so I had a hard time actually believing that we actually managed to sacrifice 24 hours of the day to see Yuuri get better, but that obviously was for nothing.

The fears that had settled themselves upon us had worsened as we neared the familiar hospital room, the doors opened.

"Please, Viktor is coming for you, Yuuri,"

"Don't want him here..." He mutters "Get him off me!"

"We'll get him off you, does a shower sound nice?"

"Viktor Pankov is the fifth of the four suspects that got arrested. He was the only one that ended up getting away when we caught the others, The others weren't too keen on giving up his location either, so that made things difficult," he says with a nod, "We have been lead to believe he was the one responsible for this,"

He turns to us and says, "We thought him to be out of the country off the grid, but this just proves otherwise."

The room is filled with lowlights and only then can I focus on Yuuri's bloodied and battered form from underneath the more able-bodied nurses around him.

His eye was black and bruises littered the top half of his body, creating dark marks and dirtying his beautiful skin. I could barely see his thighs and below, but I could see that the nurses were applying creams and medicines to them and applying wet cloths and bandages to his wounds. It warmed my heart that they were taking such good care of him.

"He's been muttering the same things for the past 20 minutes officer. Muttering  things like 'Viktor is killing me now' and 'This is filthy, get it off me, please get it off me!' See? There he goes again!"

"He's killing me, please get him off, please, please, please-"

"He's been rambling like this for a while, outburst ranging from 1 minute to 12 minutes gap."

"We just can't have nice things, can we?" Yurio mutters out bitterly.

"Shut the fuck up, Yuri," Georgi says.

Mila stays frighteningly silent. The truth was that she was biting back the sadness and replacing it with silent bitter feelings and fear rolling off her in waves, mostly directed at whoever did this to Yuuri, whether it was someone with the same name as me or not. She knew she would have to give up eventually, but this would have to work for now.

"Viktor, we fear Yuuri won't recover in time for Japanese Nationals, nor for the next Grand Prix," one of the nurses comes up to me.

Yuuri let out a heartbreaking wail that even snapped Mila out of her daze. He covered his ears tightly shaking his head trying to block out the nose.

"Go away, go away, go away!" Yuuri yells out, gripping the sheets tightly, "I don't want anyone here,"

"Yuuri, Yuuri? Listen to me. We brought Viktor in to help you-."

"Take him out," Yuuri sobs out "I don't want anyone here or anything to do with him!"

Viktor recoils in hurt at his own fiancé's words. He knew a Mila maybe went through a similar phase, but it still hurt.

"He's only confused!" The nurse says "He's mistaking you for Mr. Pankov because of your similar names. He can't tell you two apart because for all he knows you two are one and the same."

"Let me talk to him," Mila says from the back "Victim to victim."

The officer looks for the doctor for permission before turning to Mila and moving out the way so she could go in.

"Please, anything will do."

Mila walked up to Yuuri, Yuuri tensing up when she sat herself down next to him.

"Hey, it's Mila, your rinkmate. I know this may be tough on you right now, but we can make it through this!"

Yuuri sobbed and Mila took his hand in hers, tracing patterns along his skin.

"Viktor, come here,"

Yuuri tried to rip his hands away from Mila's at the mention of my name, but Mila managed to keep him calm.

She took her hand and got my left hand and guided said hand to Yuuri's heart and his to mine. He slowly relaxed into her hold as he felt the hopefully comforting thump of my heartbeat.

"Can you hear my heartbeat? Tired of feeling never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true."

His heart is thundering against my hand, hopefully not out of fear, but maybe he's flustered? But, I do hope he can feel mine racing too.

"There'll be no more darkness when you believe in yourself you are unstoppable. Where your destiny lies..."

"Dancing on the blades..." he mutters quietly before looking up to at least attempt to meet my eyes "You set my heart on fire."

His adorable blush was setting my heart on fire, but I don't know if he needed to know that.

"I believe my work is done here, history makers," Mil says getting up, quietly slipping out and leading Georgi and Yurio outside.

"True love really does exist..." Georgi says "Even in the darkest of times, their love is stronger than any bond in the existence of this universe!"

"Blegh, disgusting."

"Yoonbum and Sangwoo don't have a relationship like this, they wish they could, honestly," the doctor says with a smile.

We softly sing to each other before I lay Yuuri down to rest. He deserves it after all, even after all that has happened.

I look at his resting form for a little bit before softly closing the office door behind me, the sounds of piano, violin, and slight drums follow me.

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Phichit.chu: These two are so cute oml fml.

Shoutout to @RedHairedPrincess for keeping the ship alive #Theshiphassailed #Viktuuri #HistoryMakers #DeanFujioka #Borntomakehistory #Shipsailsoncemore #Itlives #LetYuurilive2k7 #Nomoreabuseoncinnamonrolls

@RedHairedPrincess: It wasn't an issue. Honestly, I'm just glad I was able to help turn this around slightly before it could get any worse.

@Imma(S)catman: You all are really fucking gross. @OtabekA. Save me plz

@Otabeka.: I'm on my way

@RedHairedPrincess: I see someone managed to cop himself someone fine

@Imma(S)atMan: I'm going to kill you one day, I swear.

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Yuuri's P.O.V.

Is it true?

Is it true?

Is Viktor's love for me untrue?

Untrue

Untrue

It's untrue. Of course, it is.

He would honestly have to be a fool to still love the piece of trash that I am.

He's delusional perhaps...

Perhaps he cannot see exactly what's in front of him.

He blind and disguises disgusting things with beauty and attempt to label them accordingly.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

It doesn't matter, I'll end this tonight.

And then he'll finally leave me alone...

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I climb out of the hospital bed and smile to myself, a sad smile too.

Today, I'll do my best to cooperate with the doctors. I'll be The best I can be and try not to let them on or anything.

They don't know about anything....

I'll run.

I'll do everything I can before the sun goes down tonight. Pork Cutlet Bowl, visit Viktor and retrieve my mobile.It'll be wonderful, no one will be able to disturb me.

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I told them not to call Viktor to pick me up.

"I can walk home by myself," I said.

I don't regret being selfish right now, but at the same time, I really do.

To be honest, would like it if the one that watched me rise to the top, would also be the one to watch me crash and burn, descending into ashes on my way down.

A fitting end for me, don't you think?

It would've made a nice skating concept...Phoenix.

Too bad no one will see me long enough to do so.

I head in the direction of the ice rink. It's only natural for me to try to confront my fear head on, right? Besides, I need to get my things just in case my family wants them.

"Yuuri!"

Shit, Shit, Shit! I knew this was a bad idea! And I don't even have an excuse...

I turn around and see Yurio coming in my direction. I give him the best fake smile I can muster and continue on my merry way without looking like I'm trying too hard.

"What's up, pig?"

"Nothing, I just came around to find my way back home, and seeing as someone took my phone from the hospital-"

"Let me walk you."

I raise my brows and scowl slightly. If anything, I hate being treated as a fragile human being. Sure, shit happens, ok, but that doesn't mean I need to be watched over around the clock like some fragile glass artifact from the ancient times.

"You know Yuuri, you look like you need a pick-me-up, and I'm very willing to give it to you," Yuuri says pointing at me.

He takes out his own phone and looks through the songs before finally selecting an album and his finger hovering over a song.

"Here," he holds out his headphones to me, so I take one and look grateful for it. "So in this western American drama show called 'Empire' there's a song called 'Snitch Bitch' and there is a specific line I would like you to hear."

I kind of liked the aggressive Hip-Hop beat and synchronized humming before the song actually started.

'Clyde told me (Keep your eyes open for the jealous hittas)'

'Clyde told me (Keep your head low cause they talking pictures)'

'My partner Clyde told me

When they try to convince you they chillin' with you

Pay very close attention my hitta! my hitta! my hitta!'

Yuuri dances in the street and bobs his head so hard that the headphones go flying out my ears

'Snitch, bitch

Snitchin' ass bitch

Snitch bitch, snitching ass bitch

And you know it, and you know it

And I know it (I know it)

And you know I know it (you know I know it)'

The song loops again, and since I wasn't really paying attention before, I was paying plenty of attention now.

'It's hard to see the frame when you're in the picture

But now the picture's faded, bitch Im done wit' ya

So gon' head, handle ya business

And get right, 'cause I'm comin' to visit'

I frown at that line. I bet this is how Viktor thinks of me every single day. But he won't have to worry anymore because he won't have to see me again.

"Isn't this song great?" he asks with stars in his eyes.

"Mm, this would be fitting for that thing that's getting popular called a diss track."

"That's what I-" Yurio pauses before saying, "Just watch the show, Season 3 is lit, I swear."

I slightly cringe at the use of word before regaining my composure and nodding, knowing good and well I'm not even making an attempt to lie anymore, but does he need to know that? I don't think so...right?

We close in on the destination and Yuuri throws pebbles he got from behind a bush at the window for Viktor to let us in (He had all the keys to the house).

He comes closer, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"Little shit must be drinking himself into a damn coma right about now," Yurio scoffs, "So, what do you want to do until that little bastard gets back?

"Maye go out for a Pork Cutlet Bowl?"

"Fly to Japan?!" he gawks, "Are you-"

"Don't you have a Japanese restaurant here?"

"Oh, you meant..."

Yurio blushed in embarrassment, hiding his face.

"C-Come on. They aren't as good as your mother's, but they're ok..."

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After the Pork Cutlet bowls, we go down to the beach. The calm, rolling waves remind me of Hasetsu and puts my mind at ease slightly.

I play Bella's Lullaby from the Twilight Soundtrack (The soundtrack was somehow better than the movies)

I remove my shoes and roll up my pants into shorts. I smile out into the ocean, it was a true smile, but also held so much emptiness into it.

The water feels so good against me, I shiver before heading forwards. I check on Yurio and he seems to have fallen asleep.

It's nearly evening, so the waves are getting larger and more frightening; I like that.

I walk farther out, the waves crashing into me, hitting me harder and harder.

But I need to get out farther....

Maybe even chest deep? The waves will swallow me whole if I get down that far, sweeping me inwards into the sea.

I smile and begin walking out farther, the tide getting higher, and the sun getting lower in the sky, vanishing among the horizon line.

Yurio should have never left his guard down around me, and Viktor should never have left his house. It just goes to show how much they don't want to have anything to do with me.

But that's fine.

They won't have to deal with me any longer after this moment has passed.

"Yuuri!!"

Someone is calling out my name from the shore and snaps me out of my daze.

Yurio doesn't seem to have stirred, so then who's calling out to me?

"Yuuri!!"

Once again...

I look at the shoreline, smiling I wave to the moving figure.

"Goodbye, Viktor..."

Those are my last words before the ocean takes me by the feet and drags me out to sea.

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Mila's P.O.V.

I run towards the ocean yelling out his arm with Viktor in tow, waving my arms like a crazy person to get his attention.

And then he got swallowed up by waves...

"Oh god!

I take off my shirt, and I don't care if this is some form of human indecency. Fuck it, I have other things to worry about.

"Hold my clothes, Nikiforov. I'm going diving."

I mean, it's not like I was wearing a swimsuit or anything, because I wasn't. Who do you think I am? Haruka Nanase?

I run into the water and break into a freestyle swim, my most popular stroke being the butterfly.

I find his struggling body and getting him to safety was pretty easy since he was a lightweight, which was unusual for how much muscle was on him...

The waves suck us in and push us right back out, which makes my job easier, but the fact that Yuuri wasn't struggling was making me worried.

"Viktor! Get your ass out here-" Inhale "-And help me damn it!"

And he does.

We safely get him to shore.

"Alright, which one of you know CPR?"

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Viktor P.O.V.

I nor Yurio know CPR, but we know that Mila surely does.

She sighs, "God, you two are hopeless."

Mila parts Yuuri's mouth and begins to pump his heart. When she reaches to give him breath, it shuts suddenly and he coughs up water. A very anime-like touch if you ask me

"Yurio call 911."

"Way ahead of you."

Yuuri shakes his head in disappointment.

"Fuck, I'm such a failure!" He digs his fist in the sand in rage "Damn it!"

"Hey, Hey, look at me, Yuuri!" Mila says making him face her.

His eyes widen significantly in fear and Mila recoils a bit.

"We're going to get you some help...I swear we are..."

Yuuri shakes a bit before letting out a sob from the deepest depths of his heart. Tears rolling down his cheeks like waterfalls.

"I'm sorry... I really am..." he says looking among all of us as we hear sirens in the distance. "I'm so selfish and I'm causing so much trouble for everyone..."

"Ssh, there are many people like you, we can find you help with the people that know your situation and how to help."

"This is my fault... Why do you all even bother?"

Mila avoids the question skillfully with a, "Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes, yeah ?"