16. Otabek Haiku.

The Man of the Shade.

Has tanned skin and beastly eyes.

Can make kitty purr.

17. Symbol of Love.

Feeling the cold, crisp, Russian air fly past his cream-colored face, the Russian Viktor placed the key into the doorknob. He was standing outside of the cabin home in the middle of the woods that evening; he had just gotten off work, and all he wanted to do was just relax in his home, with his Yuuri. He twisted the key, and walked inside.

"Yuuri, I'm home." Viktor said, walking into the house.

Who walked into the kitchen, was Yuuri wearing a dark blue robe over his body. He bit his lip, but smiled when he saw his husband before him.

The young man smiled, calmly speed walking to him. He was holding his hands over his large stomach, which carried their child.

Viktor smiled, as Yuuri held out his arms for him. Viktor held his arms for him as well, and he sighed, as he felt his husband hug him. Yuuri nuzzled into his chest, as Viktor ruffled his dark hair. Viktor placed his hand on Yuuri's pregnant stomach, just ecstatic to be a soon-to-be father. Yuuri placed his hand over his, and when he did, their rings shined in the kitchen lights, being one of the symbols of their eternal love.

Yuuri looked up at Viktor, and Viktor looked up at him.

They kissed.

18. Time to Move On.

Taking a deep breath and rubbing small, delicate and pale face, Yuri opened his eyes. They were a mix of blue and green, and they matched the walls and carpet of the room. Yuri was a small boy, about fifteen years of age. His hair was as blonde as hay when it glistened in the morning sun, but like hay, it was messy. So when he sat up, the boy was shook it around; he grabbed the comb that was on the nightstand, and combed it until it was neat and straight.

Yuri stood up from the bed and dusted himself off, as Otabek was lying right next to him. He figured he needed to leave now. He missed his home, his grandfather, his cat, even the ice rink back in St. Petersburg. So he picked up all of his clothes from the floor and placed them on. Figuring that it was cold out, in this time of the year, Yuri pulled out the black bandanna he had his in jacket and pulled it over his nose, concealing his young face. Wearing nothing but a pair of shades, black jacket, camouflage print pants and brown boots, he slung his bag over his shoulder and opened the door. But, Yuri's eyes narrowed, looking down at the floor. He bit his lip. He pulled a piece of paper, scribbled on it and left it on the door. With that, he walked out.

If you ever want to talk to me again, here is my Instagram:

Yuri-Plisetsky.

Thank you Otabek for being there for me.

I hope you understand; please don't be mad if we ever come face to face again.

-Yuri.

When Yuri made it to the airport, he couldn't help but feel something strange in the back of his pants. Leaning back against the wall, he dug his hand into his pants. He blushed when he saw a small silver wrapper in his hands and thought it was the wrapper for that thing, until he figured it was just for some moist towelette. Apparently Yuri had something on his face and Otabek wiped it off; he probably stuffed into his pants because it was late. He sighed, placing it into the trash can.

When he gave the lady his ticket, he walked into the tunnel that led to his plane.

He sat down, picked up the magazine that was before him and opened it. He couldn't help but smile of when the pictures of cats in crochet hats. The plane took off, leaving the city behind.

19. "C'mon, down the stairs you go!"

Axel chuckled, as she and her sisters were standing by the basement of their home. Axel and her sisters were holding something in their hands above them. But how the thing in their hands was warm and still breathing, they were holding rather someone in their hands above them. The 'someone' in question was a sleeping, black-haired, brown-eyed, young man, wearing nothing a thin, black, frilled nightie that barely covered his butt cheeks and frilly, black high heels. His mouth was taped shut; his hands were tied behind his back with a plastic zip tie; his ankles were tied with another zip tie; his chest was bound with the same brand of tape that covered his mouth, along with his hamstrings and calf muscles, keeping him from moving.

Especially if he woke up.

"Shall we girls?" Axel asked.

"Yeah!" Loop said.

"Why the hell not?" Lutz added.

"Well," Axel looked up at the young man's sleeping face. "C'mon, down the stairs you go, Yuuri!"

Quickly, the three girls rushed down the stairs to the basement, to where their other hostage, the one who was bound up in duct tape first, was sitting in. Viktor was looking down at the ground, when he looked up, he saw the three girls. His widened his eyes.

"You girls didn't?" Viktor growled.

"Oh shut up, pretty boy; you're lucky you can still talk but, but your little boyfriend here…." Lutz chuckled. "…We're gonna some have fun with him."

"Once we nab some of the others skaters, it should be a full party down here!" Loop chuckled.

Viktor gasped. He looked around and saw that they were right. There was a Catherine wheel set for Chris, twin pair of iron chairs for the Crispino siblings, a cage with a rat and a bucket for Phichit, and many others for many other ice skaters.

As the girls set Yuuri on a mat, they walked past Viktor and walked to the stairs.

Viktor muttered, not caring if this was real or some prank, "Bitches."

20. Weather Anchor.

"And how do things look like out there, Viktor?" asked Sara Crispino, as she was sitting behind a large desk, dressed in a black buttoned up shirt next to her partner, Emil Nekola. A lot of snow had fallen over the past week, and Sara and Emil wanted for Viktor to show their audience how many inches of snow there were in Moscow.

Viktor smiled, holding his microphone. He was standing in the middle of a snow laden street, just between a telephone and a fancy store. "Hello Sara, well, here in Moscow as you can see from my knees, I'd say about two inches of snow have fallen, so I'd say to please wear a thick jacket because you'll need to be toasty." Viktor winked, his silver hair flipping in the air.

Sara sighed, placing her hands to her chest. Even Emil was digging Viktor, raising his brow at him as he spoke.

"Is there anything you want to say, Viktor?" Emil asked.

"Why yes, thank you Emil; hey Chris, get a good close up of my face." Viktor said to Emil and asked his camera man Chris.

In his smoothest voice, Viktor smiled, saying. "Hey, my little piglet, this is your daddy here, he loves you." He winked.

Emil and Sara awed.

Hope you've enjoyed and now I'm going to bed.