MY FIRST YURI ON ICE FANFIIIIICCC! WHOAAA *dances away* AHAHAHAHA Hello guys THIS IS KICCHIN! And I'm here to drop my first Yuri on Ice fanfic which I hope you guys will like because I'm pretty much nervous. Ahaha the whole story will take a bit of a parody of Kamisama Iuutori. Anyway I hope you guys like it and if you do think this is okay to continue let me know by reviewing! Love you guys!
Chapter 1: Wandering Gods
When the world was created, they were born as well—creatures as old as time. There are no concrete explanations as to why, how and when they were born, they were simply there. As humans started to came to know their surroundings, they realized one thing—they are not the ones in control. They worshipped these creatures in fear of their wrath and expectation for their blessings. Soon the humans gave them name—Gods.
Gods resides everywhere in the world, with different blessing to give to those who pledge their love and loyalty to them. In practical sense, the two things co-existed in a quiet peaceful life until such time.
As human grew knowledgeable, they stopped relying on prayers and offerings to the Gods. They started building machines, towers and walls, they started to greed for power for their own, and they started hundred years of wars to each other. They have forgotten.
As spring turns to summer, to autumn and to winter, as the flowers bloom and wither away, Gods awaited for the return of their humans who spoke of love once to them, sung and wrote poetry of their beauty and graces until they grew tired of it. They never returned. Humans have change, they no longer needed them.
Soon the Gods went away, discarded their laurels and thrones, their temples and shrine, they wandered the earth trying to understand what kind of life humans have built and they were able to forget about them.
And years turns to decades, and centuries.
There is only one thing for sure, humans have never been true to their words.
The Gods watched them as they spoke of love to each other and yet be able to stab the other with a knife, turn their weapons at each other, kill like a hunter to a wild animal, leave no mercy even to their own kin. They wreck and abused the nature as if the humble earth owes them. They pillaged and slaughtered in the name of fame and glory.
What have they've become, the Gods wonder where the innocent and gentle humans they once adorned are, perhaps they were drowned and taken away by greed and lust.
How unfortunate.
Viktor stares at the lifeless body of a child before him, his long silver hair cascades down his pure white kimono. A human child when born unlike their older counter parts knows no malice, they know no anger, wrath or greed. Their souls are pure as snow.
The Winter God's smile disappears as watches the deep red liquid slowly pooling beneath the child's head. He hesitantly touches the boy's cheek with his cold hands—his warmth has left him, the God quietly thought to himself.
He imagined if this boy would grow up, what would he be like? Would he build machines, perhaps he would work for another man in a tall tower in the noisy cities?
"No." Viktor finds himself whispering, he leans down as he cups the boy's cheek in his hands. "You are unlike them."
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"Yuuri!"
The boy wakes up and turns his head to the side and found a woman rushing towards him, it's his mother. Yuuri sits up and stares at his mother's horrified expression, he realize it's already night. The woman quickly collects the boy in her arms.
"I've been looking for you!" she says before she pulls away from him away from her embrace, "Why are you lying down on the ground!"
"I…"
Yuuri quietly tries to remember what exactly happened.
He remember running off from home and telling his mother he will be playing outside. There aren't many kids around their town, it was difficult to find friends, but Yuuri found one in this place,
The boy turns his head towards the rundown shrine behind him, it's covered with a thick blanket of snow. He would come here to play on his own, sometimes Yuuko and Takeshi would come too, it was their secret fortress.
"I was…climbing the tree and…I fell?"
"Oh my!" Yuuri's mother exclaimed, she quickly examined Yuuri's head for any injuries. "Does anywhere hurt?"
Yuuri shakes his head, strange, truly…he doesn't feel any pain.
"Why did you climb the tree anyway, Yuuri you could have gotten hurt!"
The boy nods meekly as he mutters a soft apology to his mother.
"Ah, we must go now so we can properly check if you sustained any injuries, also you could use some warm bath."
Yuuri nods and allows his mother to escort him away.
"Yuuri…what an odd coincidence." The silver haired God says as he sits on a branch of the very same tree the boy fell from.
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Years pass too swiftly for someone whose existence can stretch as far as the world exists. The perception of time could be all too quick for those who do not need to count it.
Ten years, it has been ten years since Viktor has last left his post and wandered. He could still the distant voice of Yakov reprimanding him for going a bit too far and too long for anyone's liking. The God of Storm was obviously not pleased with Viktor's decisions and whims.
Yakov has been, well, to put it in human words—his father. But that is of course not the entire truth. Most Gods does not have a mother or a father like humans, they simply came to exist and that is all there is. Some are created by the Gods himself, and there are some who were blessed by the Gods during the old ages and they've become one as well as time passed. Viktor was the first kind and Yakov was simply…his voice reason.
The estate is quiet, which is usually.
It has always been.
After the humans have left them on their device, Yakov placed a small house away from the city in a small cold town and so even if humans do notice them it would not be so suspicious.
"This place really needs someone like me."
Viktor isn't surprised to hear a familiar voice suddenly popping behind him. The silver haired God turns to greet the sight of his friend Christophe, the God of Summer. The blonde God grins at Viktor before putting a bouquet of blue roses on the empty table in the middle of the room.
"Where's everybody?" Chris asks looking around.
"I have no idea." Viktor says, "Gods do as they please."
Chris laughs and flops into a chair watching his friend, "How was life?"
Viktor raises an eyebrow at his friend, "You know my answer, but how about you?"
Chris rolls his eyes at his friend. Christophe has been one of the first God who went down to join humans in their normal ordinary life. It is not a secret that Christophe has long left his post and wandered almost everywhere on earth. Sometimes he would be gone for years, sometimes even a decade.
"Well I've been in Switzerland."
"Again?" Viktor asks, "You're there often, how long have you been there?"
Chris tilts his head thinking, "Eight years?"
Viktor flashes an amused smile, "You didn't left?"
"I'm thinking that I may stay there for longer."
"Why?"
Chris smirks, "Don't worry I didn't replace you for another friend."
Viktor laughs, "You know what I mean."
"You know what I mean."
Viktor doesn't ask any further, Chris has never lied or hid anything from Viktor before. It was a taboo, well Chris is even way before but Viktor never judged him like the other Gods. It wasn't a secret that a few years ago while wandering around the God of Summer has found a man who has seemingly captivated his heart.
There was no way anyone could talk Chris out of it.
To love a human is dangerous, they've known it for they all once loved them all, they believed and trusted them until the feelings were no longer mutual. But Chris believed that they were not all the same.
Somehow secretly, Viktor hope his friend is right.
"Have you told him?" Viktor asks.
"Yes."
"And?"
"Of course he was shocked and confused but…we're done with that phase, he has accepted it."
"Do you…are you giving him immortality?"
Chris fell in silence.
"That is…we have not yet discussed that."
A God can give immortality to a human, they too will share the same existence as their counterpart God. This often happens for the blessed ones or the brides of Gods. Immortality is a very special gift, once it is given it cannot be taken back even if the other tires of the other already.
"He is not very thrilled with the idea." Chris confesses. "He is…not like the others who would seek an everlasting life, I understand him but…"
"But you wish to spend the rest of your life with him?" Viktor asks, "Are you sure?"
The blonde sighs and nods.
Viktor understood what Chris' lover meant. Indeed, it is lonely and sad to live way too long. You watch the sun rise and fall, the seasons change and the flowers wither and bloom, the children are born, they grow and then they become old, then they die but they will never be like that. They would never understand fear for the racing time. No one but those who truly understands life would find immortality a curse.
A part of Viktor envies the Summer God. The blonde God seems to have this strange glow in his eyes, happiness and contentment. Even if he is ridiculed by the rest of their kin, he never seem to be unhappy. Chris has freedom and his love, and perhaps it is what Viktor never had.
"You are stuck here for too long." Chris comments. "Don't you wish to see the world?"
"I have seen it."
"And?"
"Humans are…they are just as Yakov told me." Viktor sighs. He moves away from the window where he stood and walks towards the table and picks up a stem of rose from his friend's present. "They are cunning and devious, they wish nothing but power and fame."
"Not all."
Viktor shakes his head, "Yes but most."
Chris stares at his friend for a long time, a flash of memory fills him and he finds himself shaking his head. It was a story of long ago…the root of Viktor's pain.
"Have you seen the child you saved before?" Chris inquires. "Didn't you told me about it, when you seek shelter back in that small island of Japan?"
Viktor laughs, "Ah, he would have been like his older counterparts, he must have chose to live in the cities with those machines. He would have been like them for sure."
"How do you know?"
"Because they are mostly like that."
Chris stood from his seat and walks towards his friend taking the rose out of the Winter God's hands, "You could not say for sure unless you've seen him yourself."
"There is no need." Viktor says leaving his friend and returning back to the window, "It is all they ever do, there is no hope. I would be fine never knowing what happened to that child."
"Viktor you believed when I said my lover is not like the rest, yet you refuse to believe the human you saved is any different, why?"
Viktor remains silent and Chris sighs.
"Not all humans are like Eros."
Viktor's lips trembles at the mention the name, the God shakes his head, "It has nothing to do with Eros."
Chris shakes his head, "You know that is not the truth."
"Chris please this is—"
"I ask you, see the child if he has indeed turned to be like the rest then I would never speak of this ever again."
Viktor turns to face his friend whose expression is painted with determination.
"Alright." Viktor replies. "I would search for this child."
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Viktor is used to things changing, he stares blankly at the empty lot where the rundown shrine used to have been. Ten years, it is not surprising the shrine is gone, after all it was in a bad shape when Viktor first came. It wouldn't have taken too long until it collapses by itself.
However…how would he search for that child now?
Viktor sat quietly in the branch of the familiar tree, which luckily is still standing tall and proudly amidst everything. What if the child has grown up and left the town, what if just as he thought he has left and went to live in the city? Viktor sighs, he wasn't the kind of God who seeks out people.
Leaning against the tree, Viktor remembers the very first time he met the child.
It was snowing, after leaving the comfort of his home and ending up in a small town in Japan, Viktor found himself unable to blend into the crowd, his appearance even as a human stands way too much. He couldn't possibly manipulate the form he already has since the dawn of time. Unsuccessful and tired Viktor took a shelter in the rundown shrine of some God who must have left and wandered away as well. He took his animal form so that it won't be too suspicious.
His wolf form sat at the porch of the shrine staring at the falling snow, he didn't feel cold…truthfully…he felt nothing. He closed his eyes in attempt to take a rest when he heard a child's voice humming.
His ears perked up and twitched as a child came to his view. The boy is wearing a thick red jacket and black mittens, his small button nose is flushed from the cold. The boy turns his head towards him…and they stared at each other.
Viktor wondered if the child has never seen a wolf before, logically any human would have run away but the boy instead engaged on a staring competition with Viktor. How strange.
"A big dog!"
Dog?! Viktor growled at the word, he is a very fine and handsome wolf, how dare this human lump him along with those domesticated pets?! Viktor moved away when the boy approached him with a sickening smile in his lips.
When Viktor growled louder as a warning, the boy stopped. He tilts his small head to the side.
"Ah could it be you're hungry?"
The boy reached down to his pocket and pulled out an apple and placed it carefully on the porch of the shrine.
Viktor stared then at the fruit, does this child know that wolves are carnivorous, probably not. The child did not leave and instead removed his thick scarf before folding it and putting it beside the apple.
"You'll get cold, here's something to keep you warm." The boy says, "My dog passed away because he stayed out for too long…so…don't die out here, okay?"
Viktor blinked his blue eyes at the child's words. Before he could compose himself the child has dashed away.
Viktor stayed for awhile at the very same place, the day after, it was not snowing as much. The boy came and left Viktor the same fruit the following day. Until one day he didn't bring any.
"But I can get you something else!" The boy said and pointed at the tree nearby. "Persimmons!"
Viktor never liked persimmons but he couldn't possibly say that outloud while in the body of a wolf, yes? He watched as the boy left his spot and started to climb the tree.
Then, just as the fruit were in his reach, his foot slipped and Viktor watched as the child fell off with a loud sound as his head crashed on the ground.
Viktor sighs at the memory. He shouldn't have done that. He was too reckless. As the Winter God thinks of all possible things he could have done that day instead of what he actually did a young man comes.
The Winter God blinks at the sound of quiet sobs, he turns and find the incoming young man who is holding a basket of fruits. He is shaking.
Viktor quietly examines the boy from the tree, jet black hair like the feathers of a crow, small lithe frame and fair skin.
The mysterious young man puts the basket in the middle of the lot and went down on his knees, Viktor can hear his desperate tears. Somehow Viktor felt an ache in his chest as the young man's cry intensifies.
"Please, please help me, t-the inn, i-it's the only thing I have!" the young man says.
Viktor doesn't speak or dare to make a sound, he watches closely as the young man remained bowing on the empty lot.
"If you're real, i-if you really exist just like they said, p-please listen to me, p-please!"
The boy lifts up his face and finally Viktor sees his face.
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"Yuuri."
