2/8/18: I'm going to connect both chapters two and three together, just so things wouldn't be too long. I appreciate all of the comments that were written on these two!

Yuri looked at JJ and asked, "Hey, your partner said that you guys were on a tight schedule. What kind of schedule do you two have?"

"Well, I'm gonna explain to the best of my ability since it's a complicated process. With us recruiters, we spend most of the day, every day, outside. Everyone in the community has a job, doesn't matter what they are, just as long as everyone is active in it. What duties we have back at the community are in the middle of the day, of course. So what we do is spend the whole morning looking for survivors, go back to the community, do our jobs, have lunch, and go back out 'til nighttime and come back."

"I see," Yuri said.

"But then, every week, the schedule is different and everyone's jobs are switched with everyone's so no one has to do the same old thing every week, you getting my drift kid?"

Yuri growled from under his throat. He didn't like being called kid.

"Yeah, time goes fast in our community, so we have an hour to do one thing; if we don't have time for one job we leave it for the next day. Um, when we taking the photos of everything, either some people didn't want us in their rooms or the beds were being cleaned so we had to settle for that bed you just saw. The reason why things were tight is that we kind of pushed the photo taking to the last minute because we were repainting some house." JJ chuckled. He looked at Yuri.

"Kid? Dude? You okay?" JJ asked him.

"Don't call me kid!" Yuri hissed vehemently.

"What?"

"Or else you won't have any!" Yuri threatened, holding his machete up in the air.

JJ cried out, and that was when he heard a furious tap on the glass window from Otabek.

"What's up?" JJ asked, pulling down the window.

Otabek ordered him through the bandana he was wearing. "Whatever you are doing to make him upset, stop it."

Yuri was heard chuckling under his teeth. "Yeah, you better." He placed his bag on his lap and opened it up. Yuri pulled a potato chip bag and opened it. Yuri took a big whiff, indulging in what he had not had for many weeks now.

x0x

In about three miles later, both vehicles stopped before a large, steel wall. It was about the same size a military gate and was covered in rust. In large, letters at the top, written in a black substance was: "Ciao-Town."

Yuri licked his lips, taking a bite of his chips as he looked at the sign. He raised his brow at it as from the corner of his eye, Otabek got off his bike and walked up. He tapped on the hard metal gate three times, hoping for someone to come and open the door.

Yuri looked, munching. And then his eyes widen.

There was a small, face-sized door on the gate, and it opened. Whoever was on the other side gasped.

"Otabek? Is that you?" asked a man with a Swiss accent.

"Yeah; JJ and I found someone; can you open the gate for us? So the person can get settled into the community."

Yuri knew that Otabek was talking about him. Who else could they have brought back?

"Sure," answered the mysterious man.

"Viktor! Come over here and help me with the gate!" The man sounded like he turned his head to speak to whoever this Viktor person was.

There was a small pause, and the mysterious man called back, "Don't worry about your dog's poop, JJ and Otabek found someone new today!"

Yuri raised a brow when he heard that. Dog's poop? What was up with all of the dog references? First, it was Yuri equating himself to dog crap, second the dog food, and third the dog crap, again. Only it seemed to be literal, and it seemed to have erupted from a literal dog. Could a dog be living here? In Ciao Town? Yuri wasn't even into dogs, he preferred cats. Just like the one he used to—

His thoughts were interrupted, as he heard the loud sound of the gate going to the side, and a man was standing by. The man had blonde hair with a black undercut and green eyes and was wearing a sky blue robe over his body. Otabek had taken a few steps back to let the gate be opened.

The blonde haired man smiled. "C'mon on in," he beckoned.

"Thank you, Christophe," Otabek said, going back to his bike and starting it.

Yuri felt his body rock, as the truck drove over what seemed to be a strip of metal, probably what is used to help the gate reach to the other side. Yuri heard JJ honk on the truck wheel, calling out, "Hello there, Viktor!"

Yuri saw JJ wave to a man with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. The man was wearing a gray V-Neck with black, leather vest, pants, and boots. Viktor waved to JJ and called out, "Hello there, Jean!" Viktor was holding onto the handle that opened the gate, as he smiled. He saw Yuri on the passenger side of the truck and smiled at him.

"I see you there, young man." Yuri was taken aback. By the sound of that man's voice, Yuri knew he would not be the only Russian here. Surprising… Yuri thought, placing another chip into his mouth as the truck drove away.

Yuri looked around while sitting in his seat. He and JJ were driving down a gray, asphalt road, and Yuri saw it all. There were houses on both sides, fresh, lush bushes, thin, but tall and strong, leaf topped trees, freshly cut grass lawns, clean sidewalks, and the eventual pair walking down on those sidewalks. Just like in those movies Yuri used to watch as a child. It was so life-like; it amazed the fifteen-year-old-boy.

"Celestino should be in his office right now. He's in charge of taking stock in all of the supplies we have here." However, Yuri wondered about the two men they saw as he watched Christophe strut away from the now-closed gate on the front view mirror.

As he rolled up his plastic bag, Yuri asked JJ, "Hey, who were those two guys?"

"Oh, you mean Viktor and Christophe?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that was Viktor Nikiforov, a dude from Russia. He is a professional hitman." JJ explained.

"An assassin? Ha, seriously?" Yuri cried out, wanting to laugh as he did not believe in that.

"Yeah, but he's friendly. He likes to spend time with his dog Makkachin." JJ explained.

Viktor was walking back up to a white painted house, holding a small plastic bag in his right hand. The bag was filled with some sort of strange brown, mush. It swished around in the air. Yuri cringed at the sight of that. Then, Yuri saw a long, black-hilted dagger on the back of Viktor's pants, wedged within his belt. Yuri raised his brow at that. Then, he saw next saw a large, brown, fluffy dog following behind Viktor as it had its tongue out. That must be Makkachin, Viktor's dog.

"Yeah, but oh, just don't hurt his dog or even try to, or go near his boyfriend either." JJ chuckled. "He doesn't like it."

"His boyfriend, is it Christophe?" Yuri asked. The truck drove past an eighteen-year-old girl with red hair. The young woman winked at the truck, as JJ waved back at her. The young woman saw Yuri and she blew a kiss at him. Yuri shuddered at that. Out of all of the people he was not fond of, it was women. Yuri could not stand girls or other women; he thought they were nothing but nuisances in this world.

"That was Mila Babicheva by the way. She's from Russia too, but not associated with killing. She's a dancer."

"Uh-huh…" Yuri muttered.

"Anyways, no it's not Christophe. It's that guy you saw in the middle of the picture! Kid's from Japan. I don't know where he is right now, but you'll meet him soon. Anyways again, the guy who Otabek met at the gate is Christophe Giaa…" JJ struggled in pronouncing the man's name. "…cometti, like confetti, yeah. He's from Switzerland and a bounty hunter. Unlike Viktor who kills, he just brings bad guys to the authorities for cash. But he can be just as sweet too, but watch out he's a pretty erotic dude. So, keep your butt covered at night." JJ said with a wink in his eye.

That made Yuri imagine…

He was lying on a bed, in a white colored room with a red carpet. Yuri was wearing a black tank top with a white pair of flannel pants and was barefoot. Everything, but his behind, and legs, was covered by a soft, white blanket. As Yuri had his hands lay right next to him as he was on his side, an ominous black figure with green eyes appeared from the shadows. The figured smiled teeth completely white as it chuckled. Yuri's eyes tighten and just when he would've turned to lie on his back…

SMACKKK!

A furious hit on his backside occurred, as Yuri cried out. He jumped out of the bed as there was a large roar of laughter. It was Christophe, laughing his heart out at Yuri.

Yuri made a blank, anime face, shuddering. He looked at Christophe and saw him sitting on a lawn chair, rubbing yellow lotion on his body. He was wearing a black speedo as then he lay on his stomach, reading a small novel in his hands.

Yuri breathed out a small, "Huh…" Well, JJ wasn't kidding when he saw there were 'a whole lot of diverse people in the community'. Yuri had to admit, these people seemed like they could trust this environment, let alone the community's leader whose home they stopped in front of. Otabek was already there, as he had swerved around the truck as if it were a race. He was off the bike, rubbing his hair as he had taken his helmet off.

It was just how Otabek rubbed his hair, made Yuri feel like he dropped his stomach to the ground right in the truck. What the…?

JJ opened the door and climbed out. "C'mon, Yuri; we need to get you to the boss."

Yuri sighed, opening the door.

x0x

JJ knocked on the door. "Celestino, sir?" he asked. Yuri was standing between JJ and Otabek. Oddly, Otabek was still wearing his bandana as if whatever was in the house gave him allergies. Yuri turned to him and looked at him for a few good seconds. Otabek turned his eyes at Yuri as if saying, 'what?' with his eyes. Yuri quickly turned away, but damn, he couldn't take his eyes off him. Why? Yuri didn't understand.

The door opened and JJ greeted the person who opened it. "Hello, Celestino; hope you don't mind, but we found someone just this morning."

"Oh, hello JJ; hmm, I see." answered the sounds of a man in his mid-forties. "And who is this young man?" Yuri had his eyes on his feet when he felt the man's voice speak right to him.

Yuri looked up and met the man in the eye.

"Yuri Plisetsky." He said. "I know you're Celestino, leader of this town. I saw your pic in the envelope one of your recruiters gave me." He looked at Celestino with a serious tone in his eyes. Celestino was wearing sky blue shirt and white pants. Yuri had his hand on his hip, as Celestino smiled.

"Oh, well I see; if this is true, then won't you come in? We should start right ahead with the interview." Celestino declared as the sun shined happily on his brown hair.

"Hm." Yuri narrowed his eyes. "Fine then."

The office was large as an ordinary master's chambers. The walls were painted a light sky blue, with two large white bookcases on both sides of the room. A desk was sitting on the far horizon of the room, just in front of a large, white, wooden window. On the window were white curtains that had various flowers stitched onto them, to give them a classy, but home-like feel.

The floors were wooden, colored the same as sand. There was two, large, white couches and a brown coffee table in the middle, sitting right on top of an oval-shaped, oatmeal colored rug. There was lush plant on every corner of the room, giving the room also an exotic feel.

Yuri was sitting on the couch on the left, as Celestino was sitting on the one on the right. JJ and Otabek were standing behind Celestino. Celestino picked up the notepad that was sitting on the coffee table and was ready to begin the interview.

"So, Yuri… how many of the undead have you killed?" he asked him, ready to write what the boy had to say.

"About a dozen, I killed one just two nights ago." Yuri was walking through a ghost town in the middle of the afternoon, all by himself. There were trashed up cars everywhere, trees and street signs were split in half or torn in half, and he saw at least one dismembered hand on a fence's spike. Just when he would walk up to where a large banner hanging between two telephone poles, he saw a dead teenage girl limp right up to him. Yuri on instinct held out his machete and sliced her throat, causing her to fall to her knees and create a pool of blood on the street.

Celestino looked down at his notepad, writing what he had just said. Celestino looked up again after he was done.

"How many people have you killed?" he asked.

"Just one," Yuri answered.

Celestino's eyes narrowed, just suspicious. He wrote that Yuri killed just one person on his notepad.

"Why?" He asked.

"He asked me to," Yuri answered.

"And who is 'he'?" Celestino asked, just curious.

"My grandfather."

The leader's eyes narrowed grimly, but however, Celestino said to him, "I see," as he placed his ulnas on his knees.

Yuri narrowed his eyes. "Why would you ask whom I've killed?"

Celestino smirked. In Yuri's mind, Celestino looked like a sultry mob boss; only, the only goons he had were just JJ and Otabek, and he seemed to care more about other people's survival than to find a relationship with someone his age.

"Is it not clear? It is just to make sure you're not some psychopath or sociopath." Celestino answered. "If you killed for the fun of things, other than for a mercy kill or an honor kill, then," Celestino chuckled. "You would be staring down the barrel of Christophe's gun."

Yuri bit his lip. "Just because I'm cool, does not mean I am the same as a naïve child." Celestino leaned closer to Yuri. "We question whatever we can, so we would be safe." "I take it then," Yuri answered. "But, don't think I'll be a social butterfly about this."

"I respect that," Celestino stood up from the couch. He turned to JJ and Otabek, "Why don't guys get this boy settled into his new home? The white house should have an empty bunk over Minami."

"Minami?" Yuri echoed.

"Why of course, obviously Christophe, Viktor, and Yuuri live in that house, but a boy named Minami lives with them too, and even Viktor's boss Yakov," Celestino explained.

"Minami's a cheerful lad, he wouldn't mind having someone sleep with him."

"Uh-huh…."

"I don't see why not, c'mon little kitten." JJ beckoned.

Yuri jaw dropped, "What did you just call me?" he held onto his machete in his right hand as he held onto his bag on his shoulder with his left. He just wanted to pierce this guy with it, but how Celestino sounded like a threat with Christophe's gun, he'd rather take the chances of getting butt-smacked instead.

"You didn't want me to call you kid, so why not little kitten by how you're wearing that Tiger shirt!" JJ chuckled as his voice was elevated to the same level as a ray of sunshine. JJ was pointing to the boy's shirt. Even though Celestino turned to look at the window as if to ignore what was happening, Yuri could see the amusement in his eyes. Otabek placed his hand on his forehead as if to shake it. Yuri swore he could've heard Otabek groan from under the bandana.

Yuri's mouth corner was pulled to the left side, "Clown-head." By how JJ called him 'little kitten', Yuri could just imagine JJ wearing white makeup, a rainbow-colored afro wig, a red sequin jumpsuit, and large clown shoes while riding a unicycle in the middle of the street.

x0x

Otabek opened the door to the white house. Yuri followed behind, as JJ was right behind him. He held onto his bag on his back, as he held onto his machete on his right shoulder. The three boys walked into appeared to be a kitchen. The walls were painted white and its floors were made of brown hardwood and had a set of the same colored cupboards by the fridge and over the sink. There was a cabinet next to it, with a white granite countertop.

There, in front of the door was a large, brown wooden table with four chairs around it. He was sipping some coffee, with his hands around the cup. The cup's reflection was within his glasses, as he looked right into it. Just when he would take another sip, the young man with the glasses looked up. His brown eyes lit up.

"Oh, hello there Otabek, what is it?" Yuuri Katsuki asked. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with silky, blue shorts as he was barefoot.

"We're just here to help someone new settle in," Otabek explained in a stoic voice.

"Oh really? Who are they?" Yuuri asked.

"Me." Yuri slammed his hands on the table, looking at Yuuri with his bluish-green eyes. "I know you're Yuuri," Yuri looked at Yuuri up and down. "Pig."

"Excuse me?" Yuuri put a hand on his chest, just appalled by what he said.

"Hey, hey; no need for the name calling, little dude," JJ butted in, putting his hand on the table.

"Tch." Yuri made through his teeth.

"Um, JJ, we share the same name, how are people going to tell us apart?" Yuuri asked.

"Pfft, easy, let's just call him Yuri-kitten from now on!" JJ solved the problem with the wave of his hand.

"You serious, you clown?!" Yuri roared at him, his mouth just as large as a tiger's. Otabek leaned towards JJ.

"JJ?" Otabek asked the older boy, he had his hand on his hip.

"What's up?" JJ asked, looking at him.

"Just shut up, and let's hurry," Otabek told him, his voice coming through the bandana, making it erect every time he spoke.

"Hey, hey man; just trying to have some fun," JJ explained, putting his hands up.

"We'll see you later, Yuuri." Otabek bid and the three men walked past the table.

"See you later then…" Yuuri trailed, his fingers making scratching movements as he waved them away.

Yuuri and Viktor's room, as well as Yakov's room, was upstairs; Christophe's was downstairs, so Otabek showed what room Yuuri would stay in, Minami's room. The walls were painted green, and there was a red carpet. There were posters of various bands here and there, a couple of socks scattered, but that didn't keep little Minami from enjoying the comic book on the bed. It was on the corner of the room, just by a window.

When he saw Otabek from the corner of his eyes, Minami's face lit up. He looked at him.

"Oh hi, Oatie," he chirped. "What's up?"

"You got yourself a new roommate kid," Otabek answered, as his hand was on the door and showing him Yuri.

"This is Yuri, or rather you call him Yuri-kitten," he said. Yuri's teeth were gritted as Otabek had his hand on his shoulder. "So we could tell him apart from the other Yuuri that lives here."

"Oooh! I don't mind!" Minami said, eyes turning wide as he sat on the bed straight up. "Hi, Yuri-kitten!" he said, twinkling his fingers at him.
Yuri took a deep breath. "Hi." He said, in a stiff tone.

He looked at what was next to the bunk bed and saw a long sword standing by the wall. It had a red hilt with a silver sheath. A katana. Yuri had seen that type of weapon in many movies before as well. Was this kid some sort of ninja?

Minami giggled, skipping up to Yuri. "Oh, we're gonna so much fun!"

"Can't freakin' wait," Yuri muttered, his eyes darting to the other side of the room, just wanting to avoid making eye contact with this little chicken nugget.

"Well, we have to go now," JJ was waving as his boot was on the metal pipe of his truck. "Have fun, Yuri-kitten."

Yuri huffed like some snarling dog. As he heard the engines turn on and the vehicles leave, he walked down the hallway, on his way to his new room. However, there was something he could just not forget: the moment when he had to annihilate his own grandfather.

"Yuri…" Nikolai Plisetsky begged. He was standing with his arms at his hands, drenched in red. He had a large bite mark on his left shoulder. His mouth was dripping with blood, as several pieces of rotten meat were clinging to it. His almost, milky white eyes were staring right at Yuri, "Please… end me… Even if the dead walk… you are still young and you still have much to live for….!" His voice cracked, it turning from sick man's cry to a gore-filled, innocent-seeking, flesh-biting growl. There was nothing more than a machete swing, Nikolai's throat being sliced in half, and a rainbow of blood falling onto Yuri's face.

Yuri stiffened as he closed his eyes and shook his head. He needed to forget about it.

I'll just leave these notes here so people can hear my thoughts:

Believe it or not, it took me three days to figure out the type of JJ and Otabek's schedule was and why it was so tight, but I think it came out okay. And yes, the idea of Viktor being an assassin has been stuck in my head for about several days and I'm glad it's out. The idea of Chris as a bounty hunter just came to me yesterday so, yeah. Anyways, hope you've enjoyed and I'll see you soon!

This is random but, even though people ship Sara and Mila together, I see them more as sisters instead!

Later!

-QD/MA6.