Welcome to the last day of Vitya Week 2017 (one day late, oops). And I must admit that I had a blast writing these prompts! It's the first time that I have the chance to complete a commemorative week, so yeah, that's a personal achievement.
I hope you guys like the last drabble for this week!
See you next level (or next fic, who knows ;) ).
As always, English isn't my first language and this piece was unbeta'ed.
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Enjoy!!
Day 7. Life
This was, by far, the worst day ever.
Yuuri had planned Victor's birthday surprise since he arrived to Russia a couple of months ago. Surprisingly, Victor's rinkmates were helpful, and even Yuri offered to bring his grandpa's famous pirozhkis. Yakov agreed to cancel practice that day, with the condition that he and Vitya will spend extra hours rehearsing their programs.
One evening, when Yuuri was finishing, Mila approached him, with a curious gaze. "So, Yuuri, are you really, really sure that you want to celebrate Victor's birthday?" She asked, catching Yuuri off guard. "Y-yes. I have everything ready. Why do you ask?"
"Well, he has never done anything before. I've known him for years, and never, not even once, had given any signal that he cared about the date." Confidently, Yuuri smirked, "Well, that's about to change."
Ooooo
Their apartment was decorated with balloons, confetti, and small figurines of poodles around the living room. Georgie and Yuri arranged the trails of food while Mila and another skater selected the music. Everything was happening according to the plan until Yuuri got a message from Victor.
'Chris is in town. He wants to catch up but says he will come by to have dinner with us tomorrow. I'll be home later!'
And by later, he meant three fucking hours later.
People started to leave the apartment, shooting concerned glances at Yuuri, who barely managed to smile and wave them off, thanking them for their -fruitless- help. Even Yuri the rebel punk, seemed a bit worried when he said his goodbyes.
Yuuri, for the first time in his life, regretted being a decent human being and fiancé.
When Victor opened the door to his apartment, he was startled to find such a decoration hanging on the walls. And then, everything clicked. 'Oh, shit…'
Yuuri was on the couch, and didn't even bother to acknowledge Victor's presence. "Yuuri, what is this?" Victor asked, sitting by Yuuri's side, just as Yuuri abruptly stood up. Victor didn't notice that he was holding a box against his chest, until Yuuri threw said box, hitting him in the face.
"Yuuri, please-."
"No, no, no, don't Yuuri at me. You know how hard I worked to surprise you? I spent months planning everything! I asked for favors, even Yakov agreed to help me. And for what? So you could go and have some drinks with Chris while I waited for you. Did you even think that I might have wanted to celebrate this day with you?"
Victor had seen different facets of Yuuri. He had seen him mad, worried, upset, nervous. But he was angry, angrier than he had ever seen him before. And he wasn't good dealing with this kind of emotions, so he just let Yuuri yell at him all he needed.
"… This was a bad idea, I should know better than that," Yuuri sniffed, and Victor finally got up and grabbed him by the shoulders, startling the young man slightly. "Okay, Yuuri, at least let me explain myself," he practically begged, and Yuuri, reluctantly, nodded.
"I don't know how to say this but… I have never celebrated my birthday. Maybe when I was an infant, but I don't really remember. Mama worked extra shifts to earn more money, so she wasn't around. When I moved to St. Petersburg, I didn't celebrate it, either. I'm sure my aunt didn't know the date. And then I grew older and, it stopped being something special. I didn't think you'd be in the mood to celebrate, considering how hard you've been practicing."
Yuuri's eyes glistened with unshed tears. He hadn't considered that Victor didn't celebrate his birthday because it wasn't an important date for him. "I'm sorry, Victor. I thought that you'd like the surprise." His eyes softened, and his arms wrapped around Victor's middle, "this would be the first birthday that I have the chance to celebrate with you. I wanted it to be special."
"Yuuri, with you here, there's nothing else I could ask for." Victor leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on Yuuri's soft lips.
"In that case, I guess I will have to return your gift to the store."
"Yuuri, don't be cruel. You know that I love gifts." He sighed dramatically, and Yuuri gave him a fond smile. He picked up the box that had thrown at his fiancée before, with a sheepishly look. "I, uh, I'm sorry about that, too."
Victor took the box from his hands, teasingly smiling, "At least your aim is awful, so I don't have to worry about your outburst in the future." He unwrapped the box, and opened it, almost reverently, and found inside a red scarf with typical Japanese floral embroidery. He ran his fingers down the silky material, and Yuuri was looking at him, almost expectantly. "I know it's not what you usually wear, and it's probably cheaper than most of your clothes, but I found it months ago, and I was waiting for the right moment to give it to you, but you don't have to wear it if you don't like it, I mean, it's nothing, but-."
Victor silenced his babbling with a kiss, cradling his face in his hands. Yuuri gladly accepted the kiss, soothing his hands down Victor's chest, and letting out soft sounds of content. When they broke the kiss, Victor leaned his forehead against Yuuri, with a silly grin on his lips. "God, I love you so much," he whispered, and then realized that it was the first time that he voiced out those three words. "I love you, too, Vitya," Yuuri replied without hesitation.
Yes, they had expressed their love during this time in different ways, but those three words made it feel so much real.
That kiss was just the beginning of something new and a promise of so much more to come. And when the clothes were shed, and they were satisfied and happy, Yuuri rested his head on Victor's chest, and the older man embraced him tightly. 'I will never let you go.'
"Vitya?"
"Yes?"
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you, my Yuuri."
Yuuri changed his mind, in the end, this day was so much better than what he had originally planned. And Victor, well, he looked forward to celebrating his birthday, every year, with Yuuri.
