A/N: Hello everyone. This is first Yoi fanfic. I have had the urge to make one of these for so long. So here it goes. Hope you enjoy "Never Forgotten"

Where it all began.

Katsuki Yuuri, second place in GPS. Indeed happy to hear that the Russian beauty Viktor is going back to competitive skating. In fact, he couldn't be happier. Viktor too, wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

After their exhibition, they swore to each other that they would always be together. Always. It was a very easy promise to make. Or so they thought.

In the midst of their relationship, they would believe that they would actually be together, forever. A naïve thought, yes. But no normal man would wake up every morning believing it was their last day in their relationship.

Death is such a strange thing. Unexpected, calm, chaotic, indescribable, unknown… Yuuri thought. Why is death so terrifying? Maybe it is the thought of leaving all your loved ones behind? Or the thought of feeling unfulfilled? Why?

Lately, Yuuri has had nightmares. Strange nightmares: a dark void. At first he didn't mind. "Ignorant bliss" as they call it. But as the dream got more repetitive, Yuuri grew more concerned.

However they didn't stop there. As time went by, Yuuri's dreams began to differ. Now he dreamt a pool of blood and in the middle laid a corpse. Although he never knew who that person was. And he dreamt that every day for 2 months.

Yuuri wanted to tell Viktor, but he didn't want to concern him. "It'll go away" he told himself, trying to reassure himself even with such an awful lie.

Every morning Yuuri woke up, he immediately thought about death, always causing him to get anxious. Viktor noticed and tried to coax him into telling him but no avail. Before he knew it, the Japanese man was already into deep depression.

"Yuuri please! Tell me what's wrong and I'll do anything to help you!" exclaimed Viktor while hugging him. "Viktor…" Yuuri said, he didn't plan on telling Victor about it because he didn't want to worry him. However it had the opposite effect.

Yuuri got into depression the moment he started dreaming Viktor as the corpse. He couldn't take it and he certainly can't tell Viktor that fact that he was also clutching the very knife that killed him.

"Yuuri… You're hiding something from me. It hurts so much that I can't help but feel betrayed. We promised that we would always be together right? Why would you hide something from me?" Viktor let go of Yuuri. The hurt in his eyes was impossible to miss. It made Yuuri feel even worst.

Yuuri remained silent; he couldnt bear it any longer. He started crying, not wanting anyone to get closer to him. Not even his beloved partner.

"Yuuri… this isn't going anywhere. I suspect this is my fault…" Viktor began "I will leave to see my relatives in Russian. Alone. It won't be for long, two to three week at most. We need some time apart, to see what the real cause for your depression."

The Japanese man nodded. It probably was for the best, thought Yuuri. He couldn't stand to see Viktor's face right after a horrid dream like that. It made him feel too guilty.

Viktor got closer and grabbed his partner's cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. But with the touch, Yuuri involuntarily flinched. It was something he did before they were an item. The Russian man was heartbroken.

"I'm leaving first thing tomorrow" was the only thing Viktor said before leaving the room. Yuuri saw the streams on tears his beloved soulmate had as he left.

He realized what he has done. His dreams are now affecting his relationship with Viktor. His health has gotten worse because of it too- he refuses to eat, and even if he tries to, he would end up vomiting everything.

Yuuri threw himself on the couch and breathed heavily, trying to calm himself. He needed to think in a positive manner, now that Viktor won't be here for a while. He thought that maybe these dreams would go away, and everything would be just fine!

If only things were so easy.

The next day, Yuuri was watching T.V, without anything to do. Viktor had left without saying goodbye, thinking it would be too painful for the two to experience. He was being considerate, and for that, the Japanese man was very grateful.

Lost in thought, Yuuri stormed through all of the channels, without paying much attention. But something caught his eye.

It was the news, something that wasn't really interesting. But something had happened.

This just in, one of the flights from Hasetsu to Russia has crashed for unknown reasons. Some might say it was technical failures, which could be really common, especially with the older planes.

Yuuri's mouth went dry. There is only one flight that does to Russia today. And it was the one Viktor was taking.

Oh no…

Yuuri refused to believe that Viktor was hurt. It's impossible! He can't die, he is Viktor. He is his Viktor!

He tried to calm himself by telling himself that Viktor is going to be fine, and he will come back to him happy, and they will be together again.

Just as he believed his own judgment, he received a phone call. It was from Yakov, this cannot be any good. Since Yakov wouldn't call him otherwise. It had to be an emergency.

"Hello?"

"Yuuri. Have you heard the news? Viktor Nikiforov has just passed away. I'm so sorry if you haven't heard. Please calm down, I'll send Yuri over to stay with you for the meantime while we work this out."

Yuuri hung up and felt horrible. He threw himself on the ground and began crying with all this might. He hadn't realized what he's done. If only he'd tell Viktor, and maybe he wouldn't had left. It's all his fault.

He slowly fell asleep in the floor, since he was very exhausted of crying.

Strange, it was the first time in forever; he didn't dream Viktor as a corpse.