A.N.: Set after ep 8. A different continuation and ending to the whole story. Angsty but will have a happy ending so please read!

Don't own the characters just the plotline. Warning! MalexMale relationship, decided against character death xD

Note the spelling: Yuri Katsuki - Yuuri Katsuki; Yuri Plisetsky - Yurij Plisetskij; if I speak about both only then will I write 'Yuri'

Gomen for any mistakes! In fact Riladell dear pointed out that there is no way a flight from Japan to Moscow is 3 hours xD so sorry abt that thus chap is updated only bcoz I corrected the mistake xD

updated because beta read by Tao Tzu only comma, typo and grammar mistakes were corrected.

Chapter 1

It was after Yurij's Agape performance that Yuuri got the call from Minako. It was like one of his worst nightmares were coming true.

"You have to go back to Japan Viktor!" Yuuri yelled. Interviewers and reporters murmured excitedly about something happening. "Makkachin choked on a meatbun from Viccham's altar! You've got to be there! Minako's not sure he'll make it! They're at the vet!" Dumbfounded. That was the feeling that Viktor felt. Disbelief. Fear. These came later.

"I- But will you be fine!" The Russian cried.

"I will, just go!" Yuuri urged. Viktor was painfully torn between staying in Moscow as Yuuri's coach to see him skate his free program or flying back to Japan to make sure Makkachin was fine. He was glad Yakov agreed be Yuuri's coach for the next day. He practically didn't even wait for his response as he quickly gave Yuuri a peck on the lips and rushed out of the sport arena.

Yakov's jaw went pretty much slack after the kiss and Yurij looked like he wanted to puke. Once Viktor was out of the building and the two Russians got over their initial shock, Yakov decided to ask.

"What was this about?"

"Makkachin. He choked on a meat bun from Vicchan's altar and my ballet teacher brought him to the vet. She isn't sure whether he'll make it or not," Yuuri explained and Yakov nodded. Yurij seemingly unfazed by the whole ordeal, though if someone looked closely, they would see a sliver of concern and worry in his eyes.

"Well then, let's go back to the hotel, shall we?" The elderly coach proposed and the two Yuris nodded along. "Lilia will be watching and analyzing the other skaters left."

The three males left the building, Yuuri being eaten up by worry, while Yurij being stiff with anxiousness.

Viktor immediately took a cab to his hotel and packed his luggage in two minutes unwillingly breaking the world record of 'the person who packed a luggage in the shortest time'. Rushing out of the hotel he sat back in the cab that was waiting for him and rushed to the airport. From there everything was a blur. The minor dispute between him and the cashier, the three hour wait, the three hour flight and even the one hour trip with the train. Upon arriving to Hasetsu he immediately asked around in the train station (now, the time being 7 o'clock, that meant it was rush hour, so it wasn't hard to ask people around) to find out where the vet was. Fortunately, it wasn't far from the train station so he literally sprinted down the streets. Panting he pushed the vet's door open and was greeted by an anxious Minako.

"How is she?!" Viktor asked without greeting.

"She should be recovering now. They performed a surgery on her that was very risky. It ended about five hours ago, but she still hasn't come to her senses," Minako explained, a hint of guilt in her voice. "I'm sorry, if I had paid attention to her this wouldn't have happened."

"Don't be sorry now! It's not even completely your fault!" Viktor waved it aside a little snappily. "I want to see Makkachin now!" Minako nodded and asked the doctor to show them the way to Makkachin's kennel. As Viktor laid his eyes upon his precious dog, his heart broke. He immediately rushed to the dog, opening the kennel and laying beside her. She was still breathing, but faintly, her body unmoving, only her chest raising a little bit.

"Bring her a blanket! She's cold!" Viktor snapped desperately. He hugged the poodle close to him, whispering to her in Russian, hoping that she'll be fine. Once the doctor brought the blanket he sat up, placing the poodle's head in his lap and draping her with the woolen fabric. Stroking her head affectionately a few tears escaped his eyes as he remembered what Yuuri had told him later in private. 'I wasn't there when Vicchan died because of the Grand Prix. I want you to be there for her in case the worst happens. If she dies I want you to bury her properly next to Vicchan and put the picture of you and Makkachin I have on my desk on the altar of Vicchan so they can meet and play happily.' Viktor had promised him that he will also pay respects to Vicchan if it comes to that. Though he really really hoped Makkachin won't die.

Two hours have passed like this: Viktor caressing an unconscious Makkachin's head, whispering and humming in Russian to him. After another two hours Minako brought him some katsudon that Hiroko prepared. He didn't really have an appetite, though he knew he should eat, so slowly he started eating the katsudon. He was halfway through when Yuuri called him.

"Hey Yuuri," He answered, voice tired.

"Hello Viktor. How is Makkachin?" Yuuri asked, concern filling his voice.

"Unconscious for more than half a day now, breathing, though just barely," Viktor murmured.

"A-ah okay, I hope he'll be fine..." Yuuri said. Viktor sensed there was something else too.

"How did the free program go?" He asked.

"I won the first place and Yurij the second," The Japanese skater said. Viktor was about to congratulate when Yuuri continued. "However Yurij's grandfather is in the hospital on the verge of death because of a stroke."

The sentence hit him like a bucket of cold water on the coldest winter night. And that was the moment Makkachin's chest heaved then stopped moving completely.

Dun dun duuuuuunnnnn cliffhangeeeerrrr~ ok no worries next chap will be a minor time skip because we have to know what happened to yuuri and yurij untill this ordeal~