31. Unholy Matrimony.

Viktor smiled, sitting on a dark blue seat holding a flute of crystal colored champagne in his left hand. A young figure walked to the second seat that was to next to Viktor's and sat in it. Yuuri Katsuki smiled, crossing his leg as he sat next to the evil man he loved with all his heart.

"My sweet, dirty piglet," Viktor cooed. He took the boy's hand and kissed it. "We're gonna rule this world together, as evil husbands."

Yuuri smiled, "Can't wait." As he looked at the window before them.

32. Sympathy For the Devil.

"NOOOOOO!" screamed Yuuri as a whole group of guards surrounded him, trying to subdue him. He was running of a large, rich, trading building that had been partially blown up. He and his boyfriend Viktor had tried to rob from it in hopes of massive wealth in order to pay off for their home's repairs, but they were stopped by Agents Altin and Plisetsky. Agents Altin and Plisetsky were originally tied up by a bomb, but with the help of fellow Agents Ji and de la Iglesia, they were able to escape and stop these guys once they jumped out of the building.

"OH GOD PLEASE, NOOO! NO!" Yuuri cried, as a guard strapped a wide piece of leather around his wrists and another around his chest. Viktor was sitting in the back armored truck, handcuffed and foot cuffed, watching the whole thing with his eyes wide. He had already been apprehended now. The poor boy wiggled, struggled, and even kicked, but it was no use; one of the guards placed their boot on his back, screaming at him to shut up now!

Agent Plisetsky was watching. He sighed and walked up to him. He couldn't help but feel pure angst for this kid. The guards were screaming that they need a gag and quick, but Agent Plisetky stepped in.

"No! No! Guys, it's not necessary!" Agent Plisetky told him, just wanting for all this nonsense noise to stop.

"What do you suggest, Agent Plisetsky?" asked one guard, a young tanned, Italian man, Michele.

The teen agent bit his lip and called out, "Yo, baba, over here!"

Then, a young woman with red hair and wearing a long lab coat strolled by. She was in the middle of taking some security guard's blood pressure when he called.

"Sup, kid?" Mila asked.

"Mil, I know you're still a student and all but, you think you can give this kid a sedative?" Agent Plisetsky asked.

"Why?" Mila asked.

"He looks scared; I don't think he'll make through the car ride if we don't do anything about it." Agent Plisetsky explained.

"Um sure," Mila said. She ran back and pulled a syringe, sucked some of the sedatives in and came back. Mila walked by Yuri and then he grabbed the older boy's shoulder.

"Yo, pig. My friend here is gonna give you some medicine for your well-being. This is just to help you relax, and maybe help you get a well-deserved rest, alright?" Agent Plisetsky explained to him. Yuuri had his knees and ankles tied with leather by the guards by now.

"I want my mom…" Yuuri sniffed, his eyes filled with red as his chest was flat the concrete.

"I know, you're gonna see your mom soon, pig." Agent Plisetsky patted his shoulder lightly, as he tried his best to smile at him.

"Yuri, are you sure about this?" Otabek asked, running up to him as Yuri stood up.

"Yeah, that way they don't have to blind fold or gag the pig," Yuri told him. Otabek made a firm line and then he wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

"Honey… shh, shh," Mila comforted Yuuri, as the guards barely stood him on his feet. "it's okay, it's okay…" Mila calmly grabbed his neck.

Yuuri's brown gems darted around the atmosphere, as he turned his head away from the syringe being placed into his neck. In just two seconds, Yuuri saw three figures looking straight at him. They looked almost frightened, shocked, and the one in the middle had her little, old hand on top of her chest. It was Hiroko, Yuuri's mom, only she had tears right in her eyes.

Yuuri's eyes dripped liquid glass, and in a finger snap, he grew drowsy. Mila injected him. Mari gasped, holding her hand out for her younger brother, but a gurney rolled by. Yuuri was strapped on and was rolled away.

33. Gratuitous Spanish.

A tall, dark blue light on the side of the street turned on. Leo stopped in the middle of the street, and he placed a large boom box on it. He was a large white hat on his head, as his brown hair was in a small ponytail. He was wearing a white jacket with golden buttons and cufflinks, white shirt with a golden oval in front of the collar, dark blue jeans and brown, leather boots. He turned the boom box on and got into a dancing position.

"El Perro, el perro, es mi corazon…" Leo moved his body around the boombox, making his butt round to the audience. "..el gato, el gato, no es bueno. Cilantro es canante, Cilantro es muy famoso, Cilantro es el hombre con el queso de Diablo." He made his butt round about two more times, making a full, small lap around the device. When he complete, he stood still, glad about his work. The light turned off.

Form the second story of the house, there was an array of clapping. "Wow, hombre. You can dance." Guang said after he clapped.

34. Ideal Hero.

Isabella was crying, sitting at the corner of the school wall, as she held her face into her knees. Her pink, laced up dress was dirtied, her rich, black hair was a mess, and the bow she wore on her head was crumpled and was dangling just by her right ear. Just when she when would look up, the door that led to the outside opened, and a cheerful young boy appeared.

He was smiling, waving his fists in the air. He would've made his way to the courtyard when he saw the crying girl right next to him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked Isabella, hoping to get her attention. Isabella muttered, lifting her leg as if she was going to stand up.

"Go away," she bid, wanting for the strange boy to leave her alone.

"Hey, don't say that!" the boy asked. He grabbed the girl's knee, but the girl grew agitated.

"Let me go!"

"No! Not until you tell what's wrong!" JJ cried, pouting as he put his finger down. The girl froze and she looked at JJ with her big, blue eyes.

Isabella told him, "I got hit by some people, and I don't even know why."

JJ gasped. "No! This cannot be!" his eyes widened. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You sure?"

Isabella nodded.

"That just won't do; I hate people who hurt others for fun!" JJ said, pointing his finger into the air.

"And what will you do about it?" Isabella frowned.

"Find them, and teach them a lesson!" JJ said.

"I know you're being nice, but I don't—"

"Of course you need my help! Everyone does every now and then." JJ told her. JJ sat by her and said, "My mom says to always help those in need no matter what!"

"Why?" Isabella sniffed.

JJ's eyes shook lightly. "Because…" he explained, he pulled something shiny from under his shirt. "It's what the Lord would want us to do." It was a small silver cross. Isabella gasped, looking right at it. It was looked so beautiful. No matter where it was no matter how dark or sad anything was, it always shined.

"Now…" JJ stood up. "…Will you tell me where these mean bullies are?"

Isabella nodded. "By the basketball court."

JJ laughed and pushing his fists together. "Got it!"

"But wait, what's your name?"

"Jean-Jaques Leroy!" JJ cried with a wink in his eye.

"Jean… My name is Isabella… thank you." Isabella smiled.

35. Bodyguard Crush.

"Raaaaviiiiil…" moaned a short boy, as he had a smartphone up to his ear.

"What?" asked an older boy. He was wearing a shirt and a pair of red flannel pants.

"Raaaaviiiiil…" the short boy moaned again.

"What?"

"Raaaaviiiiil…"

"What?"

"Raaaviiiiil…"

"What? Who is this?" The older boy asked, holding the phone up to his face.

"It's me, Yuuuriiiii…" the short boy on the other line finally answered.

"Oh, the boss's lover. What do you want, kid?" Ravil inquired, rubbing his head.

"I always thought you were kinda cute; come over to my apartment and I'll let you know how cute I think you are." Yuri purred; he sounded like he was drunk, and had a large smile on his face.

"How did you get my number?"Ravil demanded, absolutely disregarding everything that Yuri told him.

"That doesn't matter, baby. Just come over here; Beka will never know." Yuri moaned, sounding like he had lifted his legs in the air and began to flutter them.

"I'd rather watch my aunt shave her legs with a hedge trimmer." Ravil quipped. "Oh, and believe me, they're like two large jungles down there."

"Oh c'mon, Rahvie! I thought we were getting to know each other." Yuri added, sounding like he had turned his body to the side.

"Sorry, but I hope you get mugged in the middle of the night by chainsaw-wielding clowns." Ravil wished with a very monotonous voice.

"…Hold on, Ravil, there's some guy with a resting bitchface looking at me… oh wait, it's Beka. Hi, Beka!" Yuri sounded like he was waving to Ravil's boss, Otabek, and Ravil could tell that he was not amused with his lover flirting with his personal bodyguards in the middle of the night.

"I'll call you back Ravil, Beka is gonna lecture me or something," Yuri said, before putting the line down.

"WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE NUTJOBS?" Ravil cried after he opened the windows to his apartment in a fit of rage.

36. Badass Grandpa (Bonus Drabble)

Yakov and Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki were standing in the middle of the bookstore as a whole wave of zombies was trying to get through the doors. Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki held onto each other, just completely horrified out of their old minds. However, instead of standing like an ordinary civilian, Yakov was too busy lifting a plastic case of bullets from off the floors and placing it into the orifice of a large gun.

Toshiya saw this, and he asked the older man, "Mr. Feltsman, what are you doing?"

"Saving us," he answered, looking at Toshiya with his usual, perpetual frown. "Everyone else ought to be out of the building by now, so I suggest you two should leave as well." He explained.

"B-But Mr. Feltsman-"Hiroko pleaded, but the said old man interrupted her.

"I'll be fine, if I can send a missile to an enemy plane then, I can handle these bastards," Yakov said. "Go now!" he ordered, waving his arm for them to leave.

"C'mon, dear," Toshiya said. Hiroko put on a hard line, looking at her husband. The couple ran off.

Yakov didn't even bother watching them go, as he held up his Thompson. He pointed at the horde and once three were able to burst through the glass, he fired.

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*rises from a whole mountain of homework* Hope you guys enjoyed this; I just felt like putting an extra here, because I feel generous today!

Later!