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The day Yuuri heard that Viktor was leaving a few days earlier to prepare his home was the day he started slightly dreading the long trip. He could not bear to think of getting off the plane knowing none of the language or the environment around him. It made him sick to the stomach. And now that day is here where Viktor is leaving. It was illogical, especially now that they were engaged, but part of him still thought that maybe Viktor wouldn't want poor little Yuuri to follow him to Russia. The day started out okay with waking up with him by his side but as the hours ticked down closer and closer to Viktor's afternoon flight back, he started to become more and more anxious. He knew that it was a good idea, especially with Yakov standing behind it, but Yuuri just did not like being separated from his idol-turned-lover who now held an extra special place in his heart. Silently, he drove Viktor to the airport as dread pooled in his stomach and light tension filled the air.
"I really wish I didn't have to do this, Yuuri," Viktor sighed as he looked forward towards his ticketing area.
Yuuri sighed looking down when they came to a stop, "I know but we both know Yakov was right about preparing."
Viktor leaned in for a quick kiss before getting out of the car to pull out his luggage. Yuuri watched with a small frown as Viktor disappeared into the busy airport and drove back home to start packing his stuff. Makkachin was to stay with Yuuri more or less due to how attached to Yuuri she was, which somehow irked and pleased Viktor at the same time.
Viktor absolutely hated leaving Yuuri in Hasetsu while he had to return home an extra three days earlier just so he could clean his apartment, not that Yuuri needed to know his apartment was dirty… He hated the idea of leaving Yuuri's side, just thinking about it made him miserable, but now actually doing it was nearly impossible. He had half an idea to make Yakov's life hell, just to make himself feel better. After all, it had been Yakov's idea to come home first. Something about, getting his own skating life together before learning how to balance competing and coaching at the same time. Rude. He was sure that Yakov only brought him back because he wanted Viktor to suffer. This was definitely payback for him springing his sudden change in careers last minute. Viktor could literally think of nothing else (other than the millions of times where he would ignore Yakov's advice and requests and do his own thing).
Throwing open the door to his comfortable apartment, Viktor cringed. It was clear that no one had been in since he up and left all those months ago. The few plants that were in the apartment were most definitely dead. The dried up leaves were falling out of the pots and spilling all over the floor. There were layers of dust everywhere, and the few dirty dishes that Viktor had in the sink were leaving quite the unpleasant stench. He didn't even want to look further into the kitchen knowing the fridge was filled with moldy and/or freezer burned food.
Kicking off his shoes (a habit he picked up in Japan), he dragged his luggage over to his bedroom, which still had clothes strewn all over the floor. His first thought was to plop himself in bed, but the sheets were unmade and dirty and the blanket was in a balled-up mess pushed to one side.
He pouted as he looked over to the side and saw Makkachin's day-bed in the corner. Traitor. She was supposed to be his dog, but noooooooo, she had wanted to stay with Yuuri, and how on Earth was he supposed to say no to his fiance and dog when they teamed up together? Damn those puppy dog eyes! They should be banned due to their destructive nature against humanity. It should be illegal to be so cute! But wait! How was Viktor supposed to have both of them if it was illegal?! … He would have to think this through. Maybe, just maybe, he could lock them both up and never let anyone see them? But he also wanted everyone to know how lucky he was to have the cutest things in the Universe be his. He pouted again. This wasn't going to work out for him.
'Get back to the task at hand!' he scolded himself, looking at his phone for the first time since before the flight. The phone screen showed that it was around midnight. Viktor blew a raspberry as he looked at the disaster around him. It looked like he was going to have to recruit a little help. Picking up his phone again, he quickly dialed a number or someone he knew was awake at this hour. The line rang once. It rang twice. A voice came out of the speaker, "What do you want, bitch?"
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