Part 1 of 4

Yuuri's P.O.V.

It's only me tonight. Usually, Yurio or Viktor will join me for late night practice, but they decided to skip out.

I'm practicing extra hard because the Japanese Nationals are in a month and I'm not about to let my country down because I can't give an adequate performance, which I can.

After a clean triple toe loop landing, I throw myself into step sequences from years past. It's quite fun to watch myself evolve and do it right in front of the human eye so they can see how much I've grown since my senior debut.

The ice and are two half of the same card, we're both one thing split into two separate beings. It's quite beautiful, really.

Forget what others have said about Viktor and me's relationship It's not like what they say has any effect on me or anything like that... They don't matter, just like how if you lewd the dragon loli, you're still going to jail regardless.

I chuckled at my own little joke. It was uncommon for me to lose character like that in public unless I was drunk or something, but when I was alone, I could do things like that (In my head) and not feel disturbed or be disturbed in the slightest bit. I was in Detroit with Phichit, I had picked up quite the rainbow of a vocabulary from being there.

I halted where the kiss and cry would be and slid my skate guards back on. I had been here since 8 in the morning and is here until 11 at night. I think It's about time I leave but need to stop and look presentable so people don't look at me like I'm some type of threat when I'm walking down the street.

There were other skaters that came in for late practice, but tonight they didn't seem to come. And even if they did, it's not like we acknowledged each other except for some applause and some slight comments here and there with joking undertones. But other than that, we barely disturbed each other because we were busy trying to do their own thing.

As I headed to the men's room, I heard some laughter from in the direction I was heading in.

"Looks like they did come." I thought fondly "Maybe I should greet them before leaving."

As I turned the corner, I did notice two things. One, these were skaters here for night practice, and Two, these skaters looked sort of familiar, but very unfamiliar."

"H-Hello?" I stuttered out, ashamed at my own meekness and stutter.

They all turned to me with wide eyes, and one had his phone in his hand.

"Is that-?"

"I think it is..."

"It's Yuuri Katsuki!"

"Fanboys?" I thought tilting my head slightly to the left.

One rushed up to him in enthusiasm, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He seemed to be the youngest and most innocent looking one out of the bunch.

"Can we take some pictures of you with your hair down?!" He yelled in a fanboyish tone.

"E-Eh?!"

See, being asked to take pictures with fan usually wasn't uncommon, but they barely ever made any specific requests because they knew how uncomfortable it made me, but I persisted onwards anyway.

"My hair down?"

"Look at what you've done Alexei! You've made him uncomfortable!" The more mature one said. "We're sorry for him."

"No, No! It's ok!" I say reaching for my ponytail holder. "It's alright..." I say, quieter this time.

"Oh, ok."

And thus, the entire group had taken turns taking pictures with him.

"Alright, I think I have enough to last me a lifetime!" Alexis said with a blinding smile. " Burry these photos with me when I die!"

To be honest, now that I think about it, whenever my hair is down, I kind of look like 15-year-old Yurio. I think it looks nice...

"You know, we're supposed to start training here next week, would you like to show us around so we don't get lost when the time comes?"

"Oh, of course!" I say with a smile. "I'm always up to help fellow rink mates.

I should've been more careful when I accepted their request.

"I should show you where you should put your stuff first thing in the morning," I said leading them to the locker room. "Yakov usually has us go running after stretches, so depending on where you are, you should try to get here as early as possible." I rub my head sheepishly and think back on the first day here "I learned that the hard way and apparently, so did Viktor, but the punishment was fun though."

"Since when was punishment, fun? Leo, the middle child, asked scratching his chin. "Aren't punishments for discipline and showing the weak their place?"

All of us look at him strangely and Leo looks slightly flushed.

"I-I'm sorry!" Leo said, "I didn't mean to-"

"Alright, let's just keep going..."

You should've paid more attention to his face when he said that. You should've been more aware of your surroundings, idiot...

"Hey, Yuuri!" Alexei says before I step into open the door. "Try this please?"

I turn around, and he's holding a water bottle out to my face.

"It's a smoothie I made, but I was saving it for next week."

I shakily take the smoothie. I'm not really used to being showered with this much attention unless it's from Viktor.

"Thank you!" I say smiling.

I take a sip and smile. "Is this blueberry and pickled pear?"

Alexis rubs the back of his head sheepishly "I may or may not have asked Viktor in the form of a fan letter for this."

"Thank you for your efforts!" I say stepping in "Now please follow me,"

Stop...You're destroying yourself.

I sip down some more before noticing Nikita had vanished.

"Where is Nikita?"

"He must've seen a bathroom and went for it. Ah! There he is!" Vladimir yells waving his arms around frantically.

We walk inside and my vision starts getting blurry. I lean against the wall and my breathing gets heavy. My movements get laggier by the second until I fall on the ground limply.

I would've collapsed on the ground if Viktor (yes I named one Viktor) didn't come to my aid and catch me. I lost all feeling in my limbs and I couldn't move my mouth in order to ask any questions.

My vision was blurry and the last thing I heard before everything became a blur was the sound of the locker room door clicking.

(Mature Content up ahead. Just a warning)

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My ability to do anything has been rendered to a zero as Alexi held me down by my arms and damn near my neck and Vladimir held me down by my legs.

What made it worse was that my glasses had flown off my face when I fell, so I have no idea who talking to me or who's....And I couldn't scream out for help, but it's not like it would do me any good anyway.

"You have no idea how long we five have been waiting for this moment, Little bitch..." Nikita or Alexei says licking the side of my neck.

"It was my plan to drug the smoothie!" Alexei says proudly. "Now we can have our way with you and you can't do a thing about it!"

Leo had on gloves and took a small orange pill bottle out from his pocket.

"It was my idea to get the drugs in the first place, little bitch." He says before restoring the bottle and resting his fingers underneath my chin and nibbling on the lobe of my ear.

The three brothers that weren't holding me down went and got to stripping me down.

"Isn't this a beautiful sight..." Leo said with a devious smirk on his face. "Isn't this such a beautiful sight to share with the world..."

He takes out his phone and sets it out on something.

"A sight that'll remain timeless throughout the ages..."

I hear a beep and the camera is on me.

'It's.Everday.Hoe!: Is that-?!'

'Nugget.bby: What the hell is this fuckery?!'

I can tell by the constant dinging of the phone, multiple comments are rolling in.

This was an Instagram Livestream that was most likely going to get over a million watchers because I was in it. I can tell from experience with Viktor.

But the real question lies in, who the hell would watch this bs?! I was the only one in the frame, but eventually, the dreaded five menaces came back wearing masks and hoods for extra protection.

The public humiliation of just being on camera was enough, but not being able to do anything about it?

That made it 10x worse.

The hands were everywhere... They were going places that under any other circumstance, I would've consented to if I was ready, but I fucking wasn't.

The humiliation and the soiling of me went on forever and felt like it would never end as more people joined and left the live stream. Another phone, presumably mine, was buzzing like crazy in the distance.

"We hope you all had fun today."

"Best believe we'll be back for more."

And it all ends. The camera is gone, but I know there will be even more cameras and mic's on me the minute I got back on my feet.

There was filth coursing through my body and settling itself within my bloodstream. My body felt dirty and I just wanted to peel my skin off my body.

They had left on the dirty ground, making feel even filthiest while ghosts of their touches still linger on and on in my skin and it makes me feel like the lowest of filth that belongs in the 8th circle of hell.

Sure, they had enough decency to put my clothes on, but that doesn't make me feel any better.

It doesn't matter though. Clothes on are not, the entire world and possibly more saw things no one else was supposed to see except Viktor.

Just because I have on clothes, it doesn't make me feel anymore filthy and exposed than I already do.

Now that I think about it, I think they locked all the entrances and exits to the locker room so no one could find me or track them down for a while.

They probably weren't even skaters. They were probably just saying that so they could get as close as they could to me. What a low and dirty tactic...

'Get up, Get up you fucking idiot!'

I took hours for my sight to return to me and when it did I actually saw the damage that was done to me.

It hurts to lie in this position too long, but I have to whether I like it or not.

The blood and semen running down my thighs are proof of exactly what I've lost in under 24 hours. The pain of losing my innocence I so desperately clung onto for the life of me has been torn away from me by force. To make things worse for me, the entire world saw it. They all know I was a virgin before this attack. They all know I lost something precious to me and was powerless to stop it.

I curl in on myself. But not too hard because then the pain will come back full force.

"G-Gomenasai...Gomenasai..." I choke out as tears run down my face and I fall into the darkness

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At least 4 hours later...

'It's.Everday.Hoe!: Just saw Yuuri Katsuki get fucked by 5 people.

What the hell is wrong with you people?!'

'@RedhairedPrincess: DON'T HANDLE THIS SHIT LIKE IT'S OK YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE-

*Mila Babicheva has signed out of life*

'Imma(S)CatMan: Whichever one of you bastards touched the Pork Cutlet Bowl, Honey, you have a big storm comin'

Believe it mofo's #heprotecc #buthealsoattac

@Yu-topia onsen: Don't come to the onset today. We are closed. Thank you and have a good day!

@Mari.Katsuki: If I get another text from anyone about my brother, I'll lose my shit. And if any TALKS SHIT they are going to GET HIT.
              @Hiroko.Katsudonski:Mari! Language!

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2 hours earlier

Yuri's P.O.V.

When I actually find the strength and will to get out of the bed, I notice my computer is still on and my neck is in pain. I must've slept the wrong way last night.

My phone was dead which was nothing to laugh at, so I put it on the charger.

When it turns back on, all I see is an unnecessarily large amount of notifications from twitter and Instagram mostly.

It all began to come back together the minute I saw the first post.

'@-Jimin's.Lost.Jams-: Y'all better stop talking about this entire situation like it's a fucking joke! Yuuri Katsuki was an innocent cinnamon roll, so he would never do something like that to Viktor! What the fuck is wrong with you people?!'

At that post, everything I had done the night previous began to come back to me.

I had gotten a link from someone I knew that led to a live stream in which over a million people were watching maybe even three million.

Yuuri was in the Livestream and he was motionless, like a doll. His eyes were fogged over and he looked stuck in some type of trance.

There were five men there too. They stripped the male skater down and began to have their way with him like he was a Doll built for their pleasures and their pleasures alone.

I couldn't stop watching no matter what. The live stream was like a virus and I couldn't get rid of it no matter how many times I tried to turn off my phone.

'You're taking our cocks so well...'

'It's astonishing that Viktor still hasn't tapped this fine ass yet.'

'Looks like we're the first to ruin this tight virgin ass...'

They were Russian, I could tell by their accented voices. It wasn't that hard since their accents were heavy. They were using English. It was probably so everyone knew what they were doing and how they had no regrets.

After what I saw, I officially needed some holy water, which wasn't hard to find because Lilia keeps some in the wine cabinet, and I took to social media.

It seemed people were just as pissed off as I was. There we posts from international skaters and skaters here and Russia alike. And then there were some from his family, which was obviously to be expected. Mari seemed to be especially angry about the situation though.

I made a post as well in order to contribute to the conversation.

'Imma(S)CatMan: Whichever one of you bastards touched the Pork Cutlet Bowl, Honey, you have a big storm comin'
Believe it mofo's #heprotecc #buthealsoattac

Feeling satisfied with my post, I tweeted it out to everyone I knew, and boy did everyone deliver ever angrier responses to the situation.

Some were already making news articles on this topic, and they weren't very pretty because some just want money to make fools out of people who don't deserve it.

I mean...It's not like I'm defending the Pork Cutlet Bowl or anything! Don't get the wrong idea! I'm just worried!

Ok, that was a lie. I'm both.

I throw myself out of bed and get myself ready to track down the Pork Cutlet Bowl.

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Chatroom Username: #YuuriKatsukiSearchSquad

RedhairedPrincess has joined the chat

Extra.Popovitch has joined the chat

Imma(S)catMan has joined the chat

V-Nikiforov has joined the chat

RedhairedPrincess: Yura, it's deadass 5 in the morning the fuck are you doing.

Imma(S)catMan: I didn't see you complaining when you made that twitter post 2 hours ago.

RedhairedPrincess: Touché

Extra.Popovitch: Why am I here?! You have disturbed me from my required 12 hours of beauty rest!

Imma(S)catMan: Boy bye. You as attractive as Ursula's evil self.

Extra.Popovitch: Ok wow, rude.

RedhairedPrincess: Please tell me what's going on so I can reclaim my last 40 minutes of sleep.

V-Nikiforov: Is this about...

Imma(S)catMan: Yes.

Imma(S)catMan: Did Yuuri ever come back home?

RedhairedPrincess: YOU MUST COME BACK HOME TTEONAGAN MAEUMBDA TTATTEUTHAN!!

Imma(S)catMan: Dipshits! You're getting off topic!

V-Nikiforov: He never came back home. I'm worried...

Imma(S)catman: Meet me at the rink. We need to find him as soon as possible.

Everyone has signed out the chatroom!

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When I arrive, Viktor is there with a cup of coffee in his hand, a tray of other assorted drinks next to him, and a gigantic bag of cafe food.

"Look, I know you're rich, but this is just a bit too much." I say reaching into the bag and pulling out some type of crepe "Got any whip cream?"

He pulls a bottle of the stuff from who knows where and passes it to me.

"Like I said...Too much."

I take a good look at Viktor as I eat my crepe. He looks drained. He looks like hasn't sleep over the past 48 hours, which isn't uncommon for him. Especially when he hit his senior years. He was a wreck.

"I stayed up all night waiting for Yuuri to come home. He never came home and I've been up all night. Why else do you think I look like a wreck right now?"

"Guys! We're here!"

Good thing those two came, yes I can't believe I said that either, or else this conversation would've gone down the angst route.

"Oh! Did you get hot chocolate?"

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After Mila took custody of all the leftovers and we all threw away our trash, we used Georgi's key in order to get into the rink. He was the only one who has a spare key. (Mila never used hers, Viktor got his revoked, and I am a bit...Yeah no.)

"Alright, let's split up and look for clues!" I say.

And off we go.

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There weren't many places the Katsudon could've gone, so we all end up at the entrance to the locker room.

"Why isn't anyone go inside?" I ask.

"Doors locked," Mila responds one hand on her hip and leaning to the side. "Georgi's checking the other entrances as we speak."

And at that very moment, Georgi came back with a security guard with a ring of keys.

"The other doors are locked, and I found him on his way in," Georgi explains.

The security guard unlocks the door and we go in, neither of us daring to turn on the glaring lights because neither of us like that type of light hitting our eyes first thing in the morning.  So we get out our phones and use the flashlight feature.

"It's still dark as shit in here!" I yell.

"Shut up Yurio!" Mila yells from somewhere in the locker room before I hear a loud bang. "SON OF A-"

And from that point on, there is muffled screeching and someone stomping their foot on the ground in pain.

"Mila, are you alright?"

"NO FUCKING-" And more screeching.

I heard more steps before someone's phone spirals in someone else's direction.

"Hm? Georgi! you dropped your-"

Before Viktor could finish his sentence, he dropped both phones and covered his mouth in horror.

Georgi had fallen over Yuuri's unconcious body and was now lying on top of him.

"Georgi, get off him! You might kill him!" I yell while Georgi makes his way to his feet.

"I'll call 112," Mila says turning off the flashlight on her phone and dialing the number. "You two, check if he's alright, AND TURN THE DAMN LIGHTS ON!"

Viktor and I rush over to Yuuri and shine our lights on him.

"They made him look alright, but I read this in a fanfiction once." Georgi said, "The bruises are all below where the eye can see."

"Wow, for once you actually said something helpful, good job!"

"112. What's your emergency?"

"Um, hi, yes, um..." Mila trails off before getting herself back together, "One of our skaters are injured badly and he's unconscious, so I need an ambulance and a police car on the scene right now."

"Ok, Identification?"

"His name is Yuuri Katsuki, he's 5"8, Japanese and 24 years old."

"Ok, thank you!"

On both ends, they hang up and Mila looks at Georgi.

"YOU, come with me. We're going to go and keep a look out for the ambulance.

Georgi wasn't moving fast enough, so Mila grabbed him and carried him like he was a bride or something, which he wasn't.

"So, what do we do."

"I guess we're going to have some type of heart to heart like everything is going to be alright, but then we find out it all isn't going to be alright."

"Did you just-?"

"Yes, Yes I did."

I look back down at the piggy. To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen him look this peaceful in an ice rink in months. Sure, he's all bruised up and shit, but he looks like he's at peace, and that only makes the entire situation scarier.

"Viktor?"

"Yes, Yurio?"

"I need to tell you something..."

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"I saw everything," I say looking back at Viktor. "I saw what happened."

"What did you-"

"Ssh. Don't interrupt me. Just let me speak."

He stops talking, nods his head and I begin to speak.

"He was drugged and raped. I have no idea what drug they used on him, but it was strong enough to make him look like he was already done for...The glass, fogged over eyes, the Limp limb movements that were barely there...It was like he was a limp figment of himself that was already gone!"

I shifted into another comfortable position in resumed the story.

"Late last night, I was sent a link that led to someone's Instagram saying 'You'll love it, I swear.'. Now being the curious person of tiger descent I am, I checked out the link. That person just so happened to be live streaming at the time, so what ended up happening was that I watched the live stream, and it seemed like it had just started too." I explain covered my face with my hair. "The person who texted me said 'Enjoy the show' and left the stream. Five people came into frame, and I noticed some limp figure on the ground. Now, I can recognize that blue and black skater representative jacket from anywhere, so I started panicking."

"I can see why." 

Viktor's eyes drift back to his fiance, but I could tell he was still paying attention.

"It was 12:48 at the latest, but Yuuri wasn't moving and I was actually getting scared. Mind you, this was on my computer, so I could just leave at any given time, right? Haha, no." I say cutting off the kind of joke "I couldn't leave the stream, so I was forced to watch the entire thing. I think that link messed up my computer or something...

"Anyway, the men...They were messing around with him and stuff...And whenever I heard Mila asking some very disgusting and lewd questions about em and Otabek, NOT LIKE I CARE OR ANYTHING, but I knew Yuuri was a virgin."

Viktor's eyes widen like this was a fact that he's never heard of already, which I was very surprised about.

"H-He was a virgin?"

"They were messing around with him like it was some type of toy! It was sickening and I couldn't stand it, so I put my volume down and refused to listen until I got a notification that the live stream was over." I mutter "I've never been more happy to leave a live stream in my entire life..."

At that, I hear wheels and rapid footsteps on the horizon and the door to the locker room burst open, flooding it with light.

"Sirs, I'm going to have to need you to clear the scene while we check on the victim." the paramedic says calmly "Alright, bring em in!"

Another two paramedics come in with a stretcher. They talk amongst themselves for a minute before carefully loading him on and rolling him away to the ambulance.

"If things are worse than they already are, the world is going to lose their shit," Mila says walking up next to me "Especially if photos like this get leaked."

I scoff. "From the tweets, I saw this morning, I'd say the world has already gone well beyond losing their shit. And they'll continue losing their shit for a nice, good while."

"Point taken."

A police officer walks in and looks at all of us.

"Sirs, Madame, I'll need you all to come with me."

We all follow him to a single squad car.

"Your testimonies will be useful if this case ever ends up going to court."

"Hold on, court?!" Mila shouts out.

I feel her shaking like a- You know what? I'm not even going to finish that sentence.

We're just going to enjoy the ride without thinking about the impending doom that will befall us sooner or later because of the piggy, not like it's his fault or anything!

You know what? Just do the P.O.V. change already!

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https://youtu.be/vb3Fe35hPiM

Viktor's P.O.V.

"Sir, I know this is tough on you. We all know how much you love your fiance."

Love isn't a strong enough word for me. I don't care what other words you use, but that word isn't even strong enough to describe how I feel for Yuuri.

I would give up my life for him, I don't care what the fuck you say, there is no sacrifice worth my life that I wouldn't give for Yuuri, and don't make me say it twice.

When we all arrive at the station, I automatically feel the unease in the air. They knew exactly who I was and why I was here, but who didn't know who I was and why I was here?

"You all were first to find the victim after he seemed to..."

He didn't want to say the word, but it was lingering in the air like a bad smell or something. We all knew what word was about to drift and echo off his lips and into the air.

Yurio scoffs.

"I think I'm the only witness you need, I was the only one who actually saw the live stream after all." He mutters.

"What was that Plisetsky?"

He takes out his phone and starts waving it in the air.

"You can take my phone as evidence too! All the evidence you need is in here!"

The police officer raises a brow at him.

"Sure, I wasn't physically there, but I have a video from last nights live stream that I sent to myself!

"Live stream?"

"Live FUCKING Stream."

"Woah, easy there tiger," Georgi says in a useless attempt to calm him down.

"Consequences be damned!" Yurio yelled back "If Yuuri is going down, then I'm making sure I can contribute to clearing his name!"

"Mr. Plisetsky, I'm going to need you to calm down."

"Yura! Calm down!" Mila scolds.

"Please, my phone is all the evidence needed to convict those little shits that fucked Yuuri up. This is currently an undisputed issue and I will not back down. "And I will not show any mercy if I end up being called to court."

Silence overtook the space beside Yurio's shortness of breath from all the ranting he's been doing.

"So. What do you say?"

The police were absolutely dumbfounded at the statements Yurio had made, and honestly, I couldn't blame him. We all were pretty stunned at Yurio's rant. Never have we ever seen him act so defensive of Yuuri. Ever.

"We aren't 100% sure this case will go to court, but If it does, we will need your phone," he says getting a plastic bag out of who knows where.

Mila raises her hand and waits for someone to call on her, and the police officer does.

"Is questioning still really necessary at this point?" She asks "Because Yuri seems to be the only witness of any real value besides Viktor. No offense Georgi."

"None was taken."

The officer takes another pause before nodding.

"Very well. I see your point. I'll have Irina escort you two out."

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Questioning was almost over as quickly as it had started.

"These testimonies will be helpful, thank you." The officer said leading us to where Mila and Georgi were taken, which was a cafe down the street.

Throughout the entire questioning process, the only thing on my mind was Yuuri.

He looked so pale and was painted black, blue, red, and purple due to the multiple scars that littered his body. There were also bruises, bumps, and BITE MARKS.

Yes, you heard me correctly, bite marks!

What type of sick pervert would do that without consent?!

Yurio looks at me with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"Did you just growl?"

I look at him in returned confusion before realizing I was acting kind of animalistic in my thoughts and must've let out some animalistic growl in response to my own thoughts.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit pissed off because of what happened to Yuuri."

Yurio bites the inside of his cheek , nods, and hisses out a "Yeah, me too."

We spot Mila, Georgi, and who I'm going to presume is Irina in the near back of the cafe and go over to them. At the sight of us, she stopped sipping whatever she was sipping and gave us a respectful bow when we came closer to the table.

Georgi was sipping on Hot cocoa while Mila glares at something on her phone while also eating a crepe full of chocolate and banana.

"Disgusting," Mila says glaring at some articles on her phone and some other tabs open in the browser she's using.

"Mila, calm down. You're only making yourself angrier."

"Well good! And for good reason! What these people are saying about Yuuri, it's fucking despicable!"

"Mila, this is Russia. I hope you know that everyone can understand you."

"Then let them!" She shouts waving around her cup of whatever. "I have too many feelings to let them be bottled up! I am a free a Russian citizen!"

"She got him there," Yurio mutters reaching for a scone.

She turns to me and angrily pounds something into her phone.

"Read this, now."

'Yuuri Katsuki raped, or pathetic exhibitionist?'

'Yuuri Katsuki is loyal? Yeah, fucking right!'

'He took those five clocks so well, I bet he'll have to drop out of Japanese Nationals after that pounding.'

'I bet taking dick is how he gets all those silvers.'

'Fucking cum dumpster.'

'Viktor put a ring on the wrong person.'

'They're both fools!'

'Best fap of my life. I regret nothing.'

My face twists in disgust as I read on. And Yurio, who's been reading over my shoulder the entire time, scoffs and rolls his eyes while biting into his scone.

"Little fuckers. They don't even know what really happened. Bet if they go through last nights security footage, they won't be laughing, will they?" Yurio said with a smirk on his face.

"Right, and you said you had a video too, right?"

"Yeah, I'll send you the files later." He says with a scowl on his face.

"I hope Yuuri's ok..."

We all nod in agreement before Yurio left through the door.

"How dare they accuse him of cheating based on baseless accusations?!" Georgi wails, catching the attention of everyone in the coffee shop. "We all know he is too innocent and way to pure to ever do such a scandalous thing and commit such a sinful act of treason on the hearts of you both! It's astounding people think so!"

Mila snorts "You should become a god damn author instead of a skater."

Georgi doesn't even flinch at the snarky remark.

"That's not even a half bad idea!"

"Wait, it was a joke!"

"He's already gone, Mila."

Mila leans back in her chair and sips on whatever is left in that cup of whatever she has.

"Hey, we're all going to give Yuuri his space and let him heal on his own, right?"

I raise a brow at her. Last time a rink mate got injured, she was so ready to go the hospital she almost sent herself there.

Mila looks down at her now empty cup and places it on the table before knocking it to the ground in a sudden fit of anger.

"What type of question is that? And what did that cup ever do to you?"

She looks back up at me before requesting a bag and putting the remainder of snacks in the bag.

"Let's go back to my place. I'll explain there."

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Mila lives in the skater dorms, but there are thick walls, so there is a lot of privacy from this conversation getting out.

"A few years back when I was 15 going on 16, I had a friend. Her name was Kana Rio, she had Asian parents but was raised here in Russia. She was of Japanese descent, so she was like Yuuri."

She grips her fists tightly.

"Her boyfriend she got that year was a complete douchebag to her. I didn't know what the hell she saw in him." Mila's voice wavers in between rage and disbelief. "And then there was a party...Well, we were doing what any teenager would do around that time, even you Viktor, and don't even try to deny it."

"Point taken."

"Anyway, everyone saw her boyfriend making quite sexual advances on me that I didn't want, hell, I didn't even want to be there in the first place, but Kana dragged me there." Mila explained gritting her teeth "Anyway, Kana got wasted as hell and passed out during the party. It was a fair game for that asshole."

I already made images in my mind about where this story would go, and I was hoping that none of them were right.

"He groped me in front of everyone and even forced his tongue down my mouth. Do you know how many people whipped out their phones as fast as horny teenage boys whip out their Vienna sausage just to take a picture and maybe a video." She starts sobbing "Next thing you know, I judo flipped him onto the ground and ran like there was no tomorrow. The bomb dropped two days later at school and Kana was back to her normal self, at least, that's what I thought."

I notice the tears streaming down her face as she grips the bedspread like she was ready to judo flip it too.

"She yelled and screamed at me, not even allowing me the chance to speak. She wouldn't listen to anyone about the entire situation and even how her boyfriend cheated on her with at least 5 girls over the past 2 years." Mila yelled, mascara running down her face. "And then 5 weeks later when I finally was able to hit it off as a senior division skater, guess who the hell she came crawling back to?!"

I stay silent as she glares up at me, the mascara making her look like the type of gal not to mess with at the time.

"Come on, guess!"

"Y-You?"

"No fucking shit!"

She was getting more than just regular Mila emotional. She starts swearing a lot when she's really pissed, I can tell this story hits multiple nerves just thinking about it.

She grabs onto my shirt and pulls it up so I'm looking her in the eyes.

"Please, go see Yuuri and let him explain what happened! Don't make the same fucking mistakes we made at the time! You two are two fucking beautiful for the world to just let you shrivel up and disappear, damn it!"

She lets go of my shirt and drags me to the door.

"Go! Go now!"

She slams the door, causing more than several picture frames to fall off their walls somewhere in the dorms.

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I look up at the hospital I was told Yuuri was being kept at.

'Is this really a good idea? Shouldn't I just wait until an official statement is out or something...'

"Kick of motivation!"

At that, I feel someone's shoe collide with my butt and send me towards the automatic doors, nearly making me fall flat on my face.

"Jeez, Nikiforov! Honestly, How can any man, including Yuuri, ever depend on you for anything that has to do with a hospital?"

"Phochit, stop. I was going to go in."

He scoffs and helps me up.

"Yeah right! I could hear your thoughts of doubt 3 miles away! That's why I got here as fast as I could!"

I feel his intimidating gaze upon me as I face the hospital doors.

"Go on...OPEN IT."

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The heart monitor is being at a steady rate. Yuuri is hooked up to a couple machines and the wounds have been covered with bandages and things of the sort.

"Those guys really did a number on him huh?" He asks tsking. "What lowly bastards."

I'm barely listening to him, but my feet absentmindedly go to Yuuri's bedside.

I take his right hand in mine and look at where his ring should be, but that doesn't matter right now. This hand is still mine to take and to keep, and no one is going to take it away from me.

I kissed his right ring finger and hold his fingers close to my heart so in whatever state he's in, he knows my heart's still beating.

"Whatever pain you are to endure, trust me, I'll be there. I promise that to you..."