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The more Victor finds himself beside that Japanese, the more he feels attracted to him. His looks, his smiles, his voice ... himself. For the second time in his life, Victor Nikiforov finds himself in love with someone. Chayka ...
Yuuri Katsuki notices the expression of tenderness turning into hatred. He realized he had stopped breathing. Did he notice?
Clearing his throat, he looks at his cell phone and checks the time.
"Oh, it's late." he says, packing his things in his backpack.
That awakens Victor from his mind, making him punish himself mentally for thinking of Chayka and paying no attention to the Japanese fluffy in front of him.
"It's true. Do you want me to take you home? "The Russian asks, getting to his feet.
"I do not want to bother. Me and Beka can take a cab." Yuuri gets up, lifting his pack absently, frowning at the pain in his left shoulder.
Shit, it hurts!
"So let me ..." Victor begins to say, but Yuuri touches his arm, interrupting him.
"Victor. It's all right. Thank you very much for today. I'll be in touch shortly to discuss other things about Mr. Leroy and Mr. Giacometti's marriages. "He tilts his face to the Russian, smiling at the Russian who is looking for reasons not to let that lovely man go home.
I want him to stay by my side forever.
I need him to stay by my side forever.
Yuuri Katsuki ... I want you ... I need you ...
"My life belongs to you, Vitya. Never forget that."
Chayka.
Beautifull Chayka.
My beloved Chayka.
I hate you, Chayka.
You betrayed me, Chayka.
You betrayed the Nikiforovs.
Why? Why did you kill Richard?
It's been 10 years. That you killed him.
If you are still alive, then I will find you and kill you with my own hands.
"Vitya ..."
"Victor ..."
Two voices intersect and Victor realizes he is being pushed.
"Yuu-san! Are you okay? "Otabek's voice scares him.
Why is the young man shouting?
Then he sees Yuuri in his arms, coughing heavily. On his neck, red spots.
"Yuuri?" He asks, shaking as he realizes that his right hand hurts a lot and on his fingers ... Blood. Yuuri's blood.
Yakov approaches the boy, who holds him firmly.
Don't you dare, Mr. Yakov!
"Let's take him to a room. He needs to rest." He speaks, breathing deeply, receiving a look of horror from Yuuri.
My presence here is no longer necessary. I must go before it's too late.
"Call Lilia. And give them the guest room next to mine." Victor, standing, passes by them and leaves, going to his personal office and opening a bottle of Vodka, pouring the liquid into a large glass and drinking everything from once.
"I hurt Yuuri."
I hurt Yuuri. My hatred for Chayka hurt Yuuri.
Because? Why did I hurt Yuuri?
Now he's going to be afraid of me. Now he's going to hate me. Now…
Crash!
The glass in his hand is thrown into the wall, shattering.
Why?!
Knock knock
"Yes?" He says, seeing Otabek at the door, arms crossed.
"Message from my father: Do not worry. I am fine. I'm not angry. "
Victor widens his eyes, startled by what he hears.
"Nikiforov, may there not be a next time. For him, I can crush you in a few moments. "Otabek say it coldly, and Victor frowns. "He may think he deserves all of your hatred, but I think differently."
He may think he deserves all of your hatred ...
Why does Yuuri think like this? He didn't do anything that deserves his hatred. It is Victor who should feel hatred for the way he treated Yuuri. For hurting him.
How ironic.
Did you feel that way 10 years ago, Chayka?
And Victor decides it's best to go to sleep. Tomorrow he will check on Yuuri.
...
There's a young man in front of him, and 13 years old Victor Nikiforov, is frightened because he does not sketch any reaction. No emotion. Anything.
"Yakov? He is…"
"Yes, he is. I met him at a military orphanage. "
"So he has training to kill?"
"Yes. He knows, in addition to his native language English, French, German, Russian and Chinese. He learned martial arts and can handle any kind of blade and gun without problems."
"How ironic. We have to chain who we should protect, to protect our most precious possession. "
Victor moves away from his mother's lap and approaches the young man, who does not stop to look at him, but does not move.
"Your eyes are beautiful." The Russian boy removes the long hair from the Japanese's face. "I like them."
"Thank you very much," the boy says hoarsely, smiling. "You also have beautiful eyes. I love them. "
The boy kneels, standing at the height of Victor's eyes.
"For you, I abdicate my name. For you, I will become Chayka. For you, I will give my life, forever. For you ... no. For the Nikiforov, I will give my loyalty. "
"For you, I will give you my love, forever."
...
"Vitya, happy birthday," Chayka says, to the boy who has just turned 15. "Here is your gift. I have already asked permission from her parents, who have allowed us to take good care of her. "
In his arms, a brown poodle puppy licks his face before jumping and goes to the ground, running toward Victor, knocking him to the ground and filling with licks.
"She recognizes us as his masters and I have already taught her how to behave. She will be a good companion to you. "
"Thank you very much, Chayka! I loved her!"
"I'm glad. Now, what's her name? "
"Makkachin."
"What a cute name."
Chayka crouches and whispers in Japanese.
"Your name is Makkachin. Please stand by his side. "
"Woof Woof"
"What did you say, Chayka?"
"A special mantra ..."
...
Victor awakens, calmly.
A dream? No, memories. With Chayka.
He senses something wrong, and miss Makkachins warmith. Standing, he walks silently through a corridor where he sees a half-open door. There, he hears someone talking in Japanese, in what he thinks is Otabek, but is surprised to see Yuuri hugging his dog and talking to him. The dog responds by groaning, growling and even licking, as if he understood what he was saying.
"Thank you, Makka. For not abandoning him. For being by his side. I am very happy. Even though I'm not standing next to him, he still has you and little Yuri. But Victor is incredible, is not he? So young and has managed to become a leader. I'm worried because he's loose and can plan something again. Hurt Victor again. And 'he' can use little Yuri, as he used Beka, 10 years ago. It is my duty to protect you and put an end to this story. For the Katsukis, for the Nikiforovs and for the Altins. "
Why did he say 3 last names? Even though he's spoken in Japanese, at least the names he can understand. Katsukis. Nikiforovs. Altins.
Altins.
Wait ... Altins was not the name of an old Kazakh family that was Nikiforov's ally?
