So, Yuuri was huddled up in Yuri's home, hiding in the boy's closet from Viktor. Why exactly? Yuuri couldn't really remember actually. All he remembered was running to Yuri's about an hour ago, banging on the front door till the younger skater let him in and going on his hands and knees pleading to be allowed to hide out for the next few hours. Apparently it was because of an argument he and Viktor had? Least that's what Yuuri remembered out of it. Now though, Yuuri honestly had no reason to stay in Yuri's home, but he did anyway because surely if he ran all the way here, Yuuri had to have been furious over something that Viktor did. Which was extremely strange because usually Yuuri never got mad at Viktor and if he did, Yuuri would usually hide in the bedroom with Makkachin while Viktor struggled to pick the door lock to get in. In was fairly dim in the closet, well duh, it was a closet after all, the only light coming from his illuminated phone screen. Yuuri lied on his back on the ground, his feet above his head against the side of the wall as he scrolled through his million messages from Viktor.

Where are you? Text me when you get this

Yuuri! I'm sorry!

Please come back home!

Makkachin misses you

I miss you~

I've searched everywhere for you, can you come home now?

Please call me back Yuuri!

Yuuri please come home!

Probably fifty messages were similar to that, a message for each minute. It was surprising, usually Viktor would freak out if Yuuri disappeared and start acting less civilized than he was now. However, it was obvious that Viktor was getting less well-mannered becoming more than worried and more annoyed that Yuuri wasn't replying back because he was resorting to a spam of failed attempts at threats. It was safe to say that Yuuri wasn't exactly over-joyed the fact that his phone was pinging every .3 seconds.

I'LL BURN YOUR POSTERS

I hAVE fIRE

YUURI!

WHERE ARE yOU

TELL ME

I SAID IM SORRY NOW WHERE ARE YOU

ILL LOCK YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE

I'M STEALING THE KEys

ILL TELL YAKOV IF YOU DONT REPLY

Yuuri rolled his eyes, flipping his phone off to avoid Viktor's rampant horde of messages and walked out of the closet only to be met by Yuri.

"Let me guess, that doofus is texting you every second?" Yuri scoffed at the idiocy of Viktor.

"Every .3 seconds actually," Yuuri remarked, which made Viktor look even more of an idiot he already was.

"What did Viktor do to make come all this way anyway?" Yuri inquired as he sat himself down at the edge of his bed.

Yuuri opened his mouth to say that he honestly had no idea, but before he could a sudden knocking came at the door. It took a few seconds for Yuri to stand up, so the person outside of the door took the liberty of banging their fist on it and ringing the doorbell multiple times as well. Just as Yuri was about to open the door and probably beat up whomever was behind it, a yell came outside the door.

"Yurio! Let me in! Have you seen Yuuri?" Viktor screamed as he banged his fist against the door repetitively. Yuri and Yuuri stared at each other and with the look in Yuri's eyes, Yuuri knew to run. Yuuri dashed into Yuri's closet, curling up into a ball in the corner of it, hoping that he could blend in with all the animal print clothing. "I'm letting myself in!" Yuuri heard Viktor say as Yuuri tried to hide his face in his knees. "Yurio, have you seen Yuuri?"

"No Viktor, get out of my house," Yuri's tone sounded frustrated, to be honest Yuuri was surprised that Yuri was such a good liar, to Viktor especially.

"Oh so he is here!" Viktor stated, scratch that, Yuri was not a good liar, to Viktor especially.

Yuuri could hear Viktor's footsteps travelling around the house, tensing up when the footsteps only drew closer and closer to where Yuuri was. Without a warning, the door to the closet swung open revealing a startled Yuuri inside of it.

"So that's where you are!" Viktor sarcastically said, his eye twitching in annoyance. Viktor's face honestly said it all, his hair was a disheveled, his eyebrow and eye were both twitching, his forehead was creased and wrinkled. His entire expression read: Where have you been, do you know how long I've been looking, I hate you so much, you could have texted me you know, I literally went to every house in the neighbourhood, why do you do this to me.

Without another word, Viktor snatched Yuuri's arm and dragged Yuuri the twenty minute walk back home. The moment Viktor closed the door, Yuuri knew that Viktor was absolutely livid.

"Where did you go? Do you know how worried I was? You could have said something you know! I've been looking for you for the past hour and a half. Why did you never call me back? Or even text? Also do you have the keys," Viktor rambled on, allowing Yuuri to catch less than half of what he had said. With a sigh, Viktor recollected himself, steadying his breathing and his speed of speech, "I'm sorry for what I did."

"Er.. I actually don't remember why I left in the first place..." Yuuri said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Viktor semi-laughed, nodding his head as if he understood, but clearly didn't when he blurted out, "Wait, what!"

"Hah ha..." Yuuri added sheepishly, looking away slightly embarrassed of his actions. Viktor face palmed himself, sliding his hand down the side of his face in frustration.

"Oh!" Yuuri smacked his fist down into his other hand, collecting his memory again. "Now I remember!"

"You burned my tie!" Yuuri accused Viktor, pointing his finger at the man.

"It was a hideous tie! Besides it's not worse that you left home without bothering to contact me! I went through 53 houses before Yuri's! Also, most of the neighbours hate us now!" Viktor glared at Yuuri, searing a whole through the man.

"Uh... S-so we're even?" Yuuri shrugged nervously, backing up from Viktor who was looking at Yuuri threateningly.

"Not even close."

Viktor took a step closer to Yuuri, making the dark haired man push himself against the wall to escape. Yuuri held his breath and began sweating bullets, knowing what Viktor was exactly going to do. Without a second of hesitation, Viktor reached for Yuuri's sides and began tickling them rampantly without a single hint of mercy. Yuuri tumbled forwards laughing as his sides were continuously attacked with tickles.

"No! Please Viktor! Stop! Ahahaha!" Yuuri squirmed trying to slither away from Viktor's grasp. "I'll get my revenge Vikt- ahhaha!" Yuuri growled before being cut off by his incoming laugher.

"Oh really now?" Viktor chortled, as Yuuri began to cry from laughing too much. Viktor released Yuuri the moment he began to spout tears, with a worried, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Yuuri said, suddenly pushing Viktor down to the ground.

The moment Yuuri's hands positioned themselves at Viktor's sides, Viktor's eyes widened in shock, "You wouldn't dare," Viktor's voice wavered in fear. There was a large possibility that Yuuri could and would indeed dare.

Yuuri smirked, "Try me." And so, Yuuri tickled Viktor until he entered a fit of laughter and was wheezing and crying from being tickled relentlessly by Yuuri too much. Course Viktor was too proud to give up, so Yuuri continued to tickle Viktor until he was dying of laughter and rose his hands over his head in defeat.

"I give up, please have mercy Yuuri!" Viktor let out between his laughs as Yuuri took his hands away from Viktor's sides.

"Seems that I won then," Yuuri chuckled.

With a sigh, Viktor scratched his head, "Well at least I burned that horrible tie." In which Yuuri returned with a threatening glare.

"I will tickle you again if I have to."

Viktor nervously laughed, knowing quite well that Yuuri would do so, "No, no that's fine!" 

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I'm weak, so incredibly weak for tickling. I've wanted to do something for Viktuuri week so I'll be posting daily oneshots through the 7th to the 14th. Please keep an eye out for them! I hope this partially redeems me for not updating Life and Love in such a long time ;;