Hello, everyone, it's me and I've come to share some Yuri! On Ice Drabbles with you; I see someone else has done something like this, and cool! I like it!

Enjoy!

1. Captive.

Tears and old water covered every corner of Yuuri's face, as he looked into his blurred eyelashes. His mouth was covered with a black cleave gag, keeping him silent. His hands were tied behind his back with five lines of coarse rope to a steel pole. His chest and ankles were bound to the pole as well, keeping him completely immobile like his tongue.

He was kidnapped by criminals; Yuuri was sleeping in his room, when someone clasped their hands over his mouth, keeping him from crying out for help. He couldn't remember what happened next but was awoken by the splash of dark water covering his body, as to why and how it was on his face. Then, he saw his kidnappers telling him that he's going to be here for a long time, so no funny business or else. He figured that his kidnappers probably just wanted to make a quick yen by kidnapping a pretty faced boy like Yuuri and selling him off to the highest sex bidder. That was just by how they spoke to him.

Yuuri also figured he was in a basement; brick and cement walls were around him and a steel shelf where various cleaning products were being held. It seemed reasonable. Yuuri could hardly figure was how his family was feeling, knowing that he was taken from underneath their noses. His mom must be crying, while his dad must be trying to comfort her, and Mari must be looking out the window, wondering where he could be right now.

By the time Yuuri had hardly mulled all of that over, he felt the doorknob shift rapidly. His eyes widened, as more tears erupted, hoping that it wasn't any one of the kidnappers. If it was, Yuuri hoped they would at least let him go to the bathroom; he's been trying to keep in his rats all night.

But wait, the door opened slowly, and a blur of silver came in, as a black gloved hand was holding onto the door knob, as if to keep the door from making a squeaking sound, like Yuuri's cleave gag. A set of blue eyes appeared, and Yuuri made a cry through the gag, possibly out of relief.

Viktor placed his finger to his lips, telling him to be quiet. Viktor looked at the door and whispered for someone to come in. A boy with yellow and red hair donning all black came in, holding a katana in his hand. Minami smiled, whispering a 'hi' to Yuuri, walking up to him. Minami held the sword up and sliced the ropes off his chest.

Viktor took the gag off and Yuuri gasped, making a small cry. Viktor quickly shushed him, hugging him as Minami sliced the ropes off his wrists and ankles. Yuuri wrapped his arms around Viktor, so glad to see him.

Viktor quietly asked if Yuuri was okay and the boy nodded, quietly telling him that they haven't hurt him, and Viktor nodded. He asked the boys to quietly exit the room and go down the hallway. Minami held the katana before him, as Yuuri's kidnappers were asleep.

2. "TEACH YOU TO LISTEN TO AUTHORITAH!"

"Hey! You're just a guy in a costume!" cried Christophe Giacometti, pointing at someone. He was outside of his car when that someone made him step out.

"MAYBE THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO LISTEN TO AUTHORITAH!" cried JJ, obviously wearing a fake police uniform, pulling out a police baton. He began to beat Christophe with it in anger.

"Ow! Stop it! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Christophe cried out in pain.

JJ just smiled at this.

3. "My Type of Guy."

Otabek was sitting a café, reading a paper that he picked up at the front door. He would've read what was in the sports section if it were not for…

"What are you looking at, punk?" screeched a fifteen-year-old boy, desperately shoving a taller, older teen from him. The boy was obviously pissed, as his green eyes were narrowed right at the older teen.

"Okay! Sorry!"

"Yeah, like you are!" screeched Yuri, light slapping the young man's stomach. "Now get the hell out of my face, or your wife will need a surrogate father for your kids!"

"Fine!" the guy cried, walking back to his table to leave the boy alone.

Yuri huffed, taking his coffee and walking to his own table.

Otabek had been watching the whole time, and shook his head, chuckling in his mind. As he looked into the sports section of the paper, he muttered, "My type of guy…" referring to how much he liked how Yuri was aggressive towards that young man.

4. Viewfinder.

There was a 'plop' and Yuri had set a large, dark blue duffle bag onto the stone roof, as he let out a breath in the cold air. Yuri tilted the plastic area of his baseball cap over his eyes, hoping to cover his head from the cold breeze.

"Hmm, they're bound to be around here somewhere…" Yuri was a young photographer, working to catch pictures to help support himself and his family.

When the news of an upcoming mob meeting in a warehouse hit the ears of Yuri's photographer boss, he sent him to collect pictures of it, but most importantly of the new mob leader, Otabek Altin; he promised him a load of cash if he got the job done.

"Or else if this a big hoax, someone's getting their ass beat soon," Yuri said, holding the camera to his eyes. With them, he looked down into the road below, hoping to find something good in his viewfinder.

Yuri spotted something below, a figure walking down the road. Yuri looked further and saw an older teen with black hair and gray eyes. Yuri made a humming sound, curious about the teen below him. Just before Yuri could even take a picture, the teen looked right at him with a tinge of malice in his eyes. It was as if he was right before him, looking at him through the viewfinder, and as if he knew Yuri was there.

"WHAT THE HEL—"But before Yuri could finish that sentence, someone around the teen's age in a dark suit appeared and mouth covered him with a chemical doused cloth. It also went over his nose, causing for Yuri to create a 'Mmmphh!' sound, being silenced.

The stars above were the only witnesses as to what happened, as the teen Otabek walked to a car, where his henchman carried the unconscious Yuri over his shoulder.

"Good work," Otabek told his henchman, before sitting in the car. Yuri was placed by him, and the henchman sat in next.

5. Transformation. (Spoiler Alert: Inspired by a scene from the fifth season of Samurai Jack.)

Otabek was walking through a lush forest that was surrounded by various flowers and plants. He looked both ways, taking in the whole world around him. He looked at the horizon and saw a set of vines stringed on a branch before him. He brushed the vines out of the way, before being greeted by a large waterfall just a cliff away from him.

His dark eyes widened at the sight of it, as the late summer wind rushed through his black, coated body.

He walked closer towards the water, and before he could blink, he found himself looking into his own eyes in it. Otabek closed his eyes, and he immediately remembered the day when his 'mother' pushed him into a pit full of fiery, black dust.

Otabek snapped himself out it, wanting to put it right behind him. Figuring that he needed a change, he ran back a few steps and dived right into the water.

The water below evolved into a large splash, as Otabek emerged from it, whipping his wet hair.

There, between a vine and a small bug was a large stone. Otabek grabbed it and rubbed it across his leg as if it were a block of soap. Otabek grimaced, determined to get all of the black material off. So he grabbed two other stones and proceeded to scrub his arm with the first stone and his stomach with the second.

He continued to clean himself off for the remainder of the night, and once morning arrived, Otabek was swimming right in the water.

The water made a splashing sound, as Otabek was walking right out of it. Otabek gasped, figuring that he was completely naked now.

He looked around and when the saw he plants and vegetation, Otabek quickly devised an idea.

Soon, his hands landed on the grass and his rough, well-shaped, abs were shining in the sun, through his new vest that was crafted from the leaves that Otabek found, covering his shoulders and back. An orange triangular necklace, forged from the smaller plants, was residing on the young man's neck, peacefully. A sort of underwear made from leaves was covering his lower regions, as a leaf-made loin cloth was covering his front and back. A sash made out of vines was tied around his waist, keeping his new pair of pants up. He wore a pair of green boots, weaved from the vines behind him.

Otabek had a new outfit on.

He held a small on his face, keeping his arms folded, with his chin high up.

Yeah, some of these might seem to be a tad violent, but the overly romantic or sexual things don't really pique my interest. If you're into it, I'm chill with it, no hard feelings… whereas myself, I'm more of an action and suspense type of person. Or rather I would write something romantic, but I like to add some action into it, just to have an even mix of things.

Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed and if you have a favorite drabble, let me know! If I can, I'll try to write more, or update 'Sweet Little Piggy'.

Byeeee! XD