Yuuri Katsuki. 24 years old. Just a normal boy, one would think. But their thoughts would be wrong. You see, he was what was known as 'A Reaper'; A mythical being sent down to take souls to their forever resting place, whether or not the raven haired man liked it. Currently, he was supposed to be following this man (Or, as Yuuri saw, the prettiest man ever), Viktor Nikiforov; the world renowned figure staker. There was a secret this man was hiding from the world, a secret that he didn't even know yet. Viktor, the world's most beloved skater, was going to die soon.

Yuuri sighed as he watched Viktor skate around the ice, as graceful as a swan. He wanted to show himself to the man, run his figures through his silver hair...it looked so soft. Like a puppy, or a kitten. The half silence of the classical music, a piece called 'La Valse D'Amelie' or, in English, 'Amelie's Waltz', was soon broken by the crowd. Cheering, practically screaming Viktor's name as the skater took a bow before gliding off the ice, into the waiting area, bidding a good luck nod to the skater going out. Yuuri had seemed to space out after Viktor's routine had ended, having spent as much time as he could burning the others face into his mind. How peaceful he looked as he twisted and turned on the ice. His powerful take off's leading into quads. How smooth his landings were coming down from a jump. Yuuri wished this man could live forever...but alas, that's not how life works.

The raven haired man clutched his notebook, full of people due to depart from Earth soon, left his corner and stepped towards Viktor. He knew humans couldn't see him unless he wanted them to, but...why was he so worried? Why was his stomach all in knots? Is this what humans called 'love'? He couldn't be in love with a human. Especially one he was going to have to watch die. All the same, Yuuri couldn't get enough of Viktor. His smile, The way his eyes shined...good god, he wished he was human. But he had a job to do...and he absolutely hated it.