A/N Just a note there will be a bit of Russian being spoken. I ask that you do not use Google Translate or any other translator if you do not read or speak Russian fluently. Google Translate sucks balls. If you do know Russian fluently, I ask that you PM me to make sure the phrases I have in here are correctly translated.
Either way, all of it will be translated by the end to avoid the confusion Google Translate often causes. Patience, children, please.
Thank you!
P.S. I have left a few references... namely one is from a game, and the other is from a popular anime/manga...
2 - [New Lenses]
{Maybe taking Victor with him to pick up his new frames wasn't the worst idea after all.}
~(^A^)~
"U-um, Victor, do you really need to come with me?"
"Of course!" The Russian coach catches up to Yuuri, who was eagarlly trying to escape out the front door of his parent's onsen house. "It's practically my job as your coach! We need to deepen our bonds as a teacher and his pupil, so we can perform at our upmost best!"
"I...uh, sure. I mean-you can come, but I'm only picking up my new frames, there's not much for us to really bond over." Yuuri stutters, sliding open the front door and stepping out into the cold, waiting for Victor to follow behind. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure! I want to expirience Yuuri's lacking social skills!" Victor nearly jumps out of the house and onto the snow-covered concrete, already marching down the path towards the small car that was waiting at the end.
"Y-You don't have to phrase it like that…" Yuuri barely mumurs, following the bouncy European towards the cab he had called for about an hour ago. "I do have some social skills, I'm not as bad as I was last year."
"Mmhmmhmmhmmm." Victor slightly chuckles, then spins on his heel halfways down the path and meets Yuuri's eyes, sticking up his index finger as he deadpans. "That's a lie."
"Wha-S-So what? That still doesn't give you an excuse to be mean about it. I just… h-haven't gotten out as much as most people my age."
"That's the understatement of the year."
"W-Would you please stop it?!" Yuuri finally counters and crosses his arms, suddenly feeling cold by a chilly breeze that manages to wiggle inside the sleeves of his jacket. "I just want to get my new frames, and get home as soon as possible. It's not a fun shopping spree or any sightseeing, so this is your last chance to ditch."
Yuuri steps forward and around Victor, taking a hold of the cab door and swinging it open, motioning inside with his other hand. "So what? Are you finally going to leave, or are you coming?"
"To JINS, please." Yuuri murmurs to the cab driver as he climbs in, and the man nods, switching the sign to 'Occupied', and waits for Yuuri to shut the door before he pulls away from the onsen bath house.
Yuuri sighs, and dives into his back pocket for his phone, knowing it was going to be at least a 45-minute drive, even without traffic to get there. With Hasetsu as it is, it is way too unpopulated and JINS is the closest glasses shop that sell glasses Yuuri could afford. The blue glasses he used to wear, now tucked in his pocket due to being accidentally broken, were purchased in America when he had been training with his ex-rinkmate Phichit. Now that he had returned to Japan, the young skater now had limited access to shops that had what he was looking for.
Yuuri opens his Instagram, knowing he'll find entertainment from looking through his closest friends' photos.
"Yuuri, are you stalking my Instagram?"
The dark-haired man nearly jumps in his seat at the voice that blows hot ear millimeters away from his ear, and he leans away a little to look at the culprit responsible.
"No, I'm just looking for a source of entertainment." He responds after calming down, leaning back into his original position, just hairs short of leaning on the Russian's shoulder. "We're going to be in here for a while, and you and Phichit are very active on social media. I don't have any games except for LOLOL, which I need to wait for the update to finish downloading before I can play, which takes almost an hour and a half."
"I'm here, Yuuri! We could play a game!" The Russian scoots closer to the Japanese man, causing his head to rest on Victor's shoulder. "Like I Spy, or we could arm wrestle-"
"We'd need a flat surface to arm wrestle, Victor. And I'm pretty sure you'd win." Yuuri cuts him off, still scrolling thorugh his feed, and liking nearly all the photos that he encountered of Phichit's, Victors, and surprisingly Yurio and Chris'. "We could play some game together on Facebook or something, or you could sleep if you'd like. I don't mind, I'll wake you up."
"I just woke up from a nap before we left, so I'm not tired." Viktor declares like a pouty child, and peeks over Yuuri's shoulder as he continues to busy himself with liking Instagram images from the last Grand Prix banquet. His blue eyes watch Yuuri as he giggles at the dance-off pictures posted by Phichit, something he, Viktor and Chris claimed to have been a tradition in the making. This time Viktor managed to steer the Japanese away from the champagne table, but that didn't stop him from taking a few flutes from the traveling waitors walking back and forth, which resulted in a repeat of last year's dance competition. The only difference, was that Viktor did not allow Yuuri to compete with Chris again on the pole the Swiss man had set up for them.
"Yuuri!" Viktor tries to steer Yuuri's attention away from his phone, shaking the latter's shoulder slightly until his brown eyes meet his. "Let's play with the new Snapchat functions! My favorite one right now is the flower crown, but-"
"Sorry, Viktor, but not right now. Phichit keeps posting pictures of Yurio and Otabek in the hallway of the hotel, and I'm trying to convince him to take them down before Yurio sees them."
"Oh…" Viktor leans back a little, and thinks about the situation before speaking again. "Well-"
"You two remind me of my wife and I when we were young."
Victor and Yuuri pause their discussion, and blink a few times in confusion at the new voice that had abruptly joined their conversation . It was Yuuri that looked up, and noticed the pair of dark brown eyes peering at the both of them in the rea r-view mirror. Victor notices Yuuri staring, and follows his line of gaze, eventually smiling at the kind cab driver.
The man behind the wheel was a slightly older gentleman with a thin balding mob of gray and white hairs. He was dressed snug against the cold in a forest green coat and black furry earmuffs, black gloves on the hands that held onto to the steering wheel. The wrinkles in his cheeks deepen as he smiles back at Victor, evidence that he was an overall happy man. He had a monocle perched over one eye, something you'd see on a Victorian butler. Yuuri feels like he's seen this face before, in a photo or book he read online or something, but cannot seem to recall where from.
"When me and my wife got married almost 50 years ago, we'd bicker over stupid and pointless topics." The skinny old man laughs, his cheeks growing a tinge pink as he chuckles. "Hell, we still do the same thing now. It's as if neither of us have changed since we met, but oh I still love her just as much."
"That's sweet." Yuuri's kind smile grows into a warm one, as if he could see the two elderly lovers embracing in his head. "But, how could we resemble of the two of you?"
The cab driver smiles to himself, as if he knew something they didn't.
"Just an old man's intuition, but from what I've noticed you two are closer than friends." He then directs his gaze to Victor, and his tone grows quiet and serious, almost speaking directly to the Russian man, even though the English words he used included the both of them. "Make sure you hold onto each other. Виктор, пребывание рядом с ним. Не оставляйте. Он нуждается в тебе больше, чем он будет говорить."
He murmurs the rest in Russian, his brown eyes concentrated on Victor, almost peering into his blue orbs, searching for a reaction. Victor abruptly nods in response, and responds firmly. "Я никогда не оставлю его. Yuuri мой драгоценный свиная котлета чаша."
Yuuri raises an eyebrow at his Russian coach beside him, curious as to what the driver had said to him, and just as curious about his coach's response as Yuuri had heard his own name. Victor, however, pretends to ignore his Japanese student, and waits for Tanaka to give a sign of approval before he lets out a sigh of relief.
"My name is Tanaka, by the way." The old man looks back at Yuuri in the rear-view mirror, then returns his gaze to the snow covered road in front of him. "Feel free to request my cab at anytime."
"T-Thank you!" Yuuri exclaims excitedly, not even noticing that throughout their conversation, they had already arrived at their destination: a flashy glasses shop with the illuminated name 'RINS' labeled outside the door. "I-If you don't mind, could you wait outside for us and drive us back to the onsen? We'll only be a few minutes! I'm picking up my new glasses."
Tanaka pulls over to the curb, and after making a full stop, pivots around in his seat to look Yuuri in the eye with a kind smile. "Sure thing, Yuuri. I'll be right out here for when you are finished."
It wasn't until Yuuri and Victor had stepped out of the cab after paying, and they were headed inside RINS when Yuuri realized: When did Tanaka learn my name?
Inside the shop, the bell above the door chimes as they walk in, and someone yells a weak 'Welcome!' from behind the counter in the back.
"What did Tanaka say to you?" Yuuri immediately asks Victor, curiosity getting the better of him. Tanaka was a strange gent, but he was warm and happy nevertheless, like a favorite grandfather you'd want to see all the time.
Victor lightly holds his chin between his index finger and thumb, looking down onto Yuuri's sparkling eyes trained on him, obviously looking for an answer.
"Oh, nothing important. Just told me to be careful about walking around, 'cause it's slippery from the snow. Let's get your glasses and get back home, mmh?"
Right on cue, a short young woman rushes out from behind the counter, and makes her way over to the two men standing in the doorway. She has a navy blue polo shirt and khaki pants with her ID clipped to the front pocket, a black hoodie on over the dark blue work uniform. There are parts of her almost white bangs peeking out from behind the large hood, which she pushes away with her middle finger as she reaches the two.
"Welcome, Yuuri!" She cheers, holding her hands behind her back in a formal pose. "I hope you didn't have any trouble getting all the way out here. My name is Minami, I actually make the frames and insert the glass into them in the back. We're a little short on staff because of the weather and traffic, so I'll be checking your glasses out today."
"Oh, thank you." Yuuri's eyes last on her steely silver eyes and white hair, finding both features very odd. Minami slightly chuckles to herself, used to people's strange first impressions of her. That's why she stayed in the backroom. Oh well, there was no helping it, she couldn't stop business because of her self consciousness.
"You ordered the black Astor frames, correct?" Minami leads the two men over to the counter, where she slides across the surface to get to the other side, and feels for the sand-colored tray with finished glasses in them.
"Ah, yes, I think so. Sorry, I'm not very familiar with brand names. I just chose the ones I liked." Yuuri scratches his chin in embarrassment, and Minami laughs.
"No biggie, no one ever is. I wasn't until I got the jo- Oh! Here they are." She fishes the small container out, and inside there is a black pair of glasses that look similar to the blue ones he broke, along with a few moist toilette for cleaning the lens, a black case, and the billing information. "You paid when you came here to choose your glasses, so here you go! You and your boyfriend have a great day!"
"Thank you- err, but h-he's not my-"
"Thank you, Minami!" Victor cuts Yuuri's protest off, slinging his arm around the latter's shoulders and ushering him out of the glasses shop as quick as possible. "Try them on!"
"Victor!" Yuuri ignores Victor's command, turning to him with flamed cheeks and a confused expression. "Why did you do that?"
Victor tilts his head to the side slightly in confusion, genuinly not understanding what Yuuri meant. "What ever do you mean?" The Russian didn't think he did anything wrong, he didn't flaunt the golden ring on his finger like he did last time he went shopping with Yuuri.
"Now she thinks we're i-in that kind of r-relationship." Yuuri barely manages to get the words out loud enough for Victor to hear, who furrows his eyebrows once more, and slips his fingers out of the brown leather glove on his right hand. The Russian man reaches out for Yuuri's bare hand that held the other half of the pair of accessories, and the golden rings clink quietly as Victor perfectly fits his fingers between Yuuri's, and leans down to kiss where their knuckles met.
"We are engaged, are we not? I have done nothing wrong, Yuuri. Did you forget?" Victor murmurs against their knuckles, his grip on Yuuri's hand tightening slightly. Yuuri can't take his eyes off of their matching rings sparkling from the snow's reflection, and he can't decide if the redness in his skin is from the cold for from embarassment. The latter was a stronger possibility, as the Japanese man felt so warm, so very hot from the kiss on his hand.
Yuuri struggles to swallow against his dry throat, and feels a lump form as he risks looking up into Victor's icy clear blue eyes, which were trained on his brown ones, seeming to soak in every detail of Yuuri they could hold. "I- um, n-no. I'd never... R-rather, I t-thought I told you they were...g-good luck charms..."
Victor watches Yuuri for a long while, before sighing and tugging on their joined hands upwards to rest on his chest and their bodies flushed against each other, not taking his eyes away from Yuuri's until his head rests on his shoulder. Yuuri's eyes widen as he feels the thumping of Viktor's heart against his hands, their racing pulses almost matching.
"You want to know what Tanaka said to me, Yuuri?" He finally murmurs quietly into Yuuri's ear, who feels a shiver run down his spine and can't do anything but weakly nod. "Tanaka told me, Victor, stay with him. Do not leave. He needs you more than he would say."
The Japanese man lays his head down on Viktor's chest, feeling his head spin as he tries to focus on the cold breath on the nape of his neck, and the soft voice whispered into his ear. Yuuri takes a moment to swallow, then asks in a weak voice: "T-Then...what did you say?"
Viktor chuckles to himself for a few seconds, and plants a chaste kiss at the place where his ear connects to his neck, then whispers back: "I answered Я никогда не оставлю его. Yuuri мой драгоценный свиная котлета чаша. I will never leave him. Yuuri is my precious pork cutlet bowl."
A/N I apologize for the sort-of abrupt ending! I seriously had no idea how to end this XD I hope I can make it up to you guys in the next one!
The next one is 3- [Da, Gaspodin]: A Russian Sebastian... you know, without the demon part.
I'll see you all whenever!
~Mina-chan