Omg, Day & Night beat Shaw we Skate in chapters. I'm so happy. I really don't have much to say, only to thank you for the suport. Now, here's the thing. I'm aware that there are a lot of type errors not only here but in my other fics too and I'm sorry for that. The point is, I write everything in my cellphone in portuguese, and only got to use a PC for 2 hours daily. In 2 hours, I fix portuguese issues and post in a website called Nyah!Fanfiction, and uses google translator to translate in english all my current stories to post iin and AO3, fighting against the clock to fix mistakes made by GT, but not all. So I'd like to ask if someone would loke to help me fix the previous and future chapters. You can leave a review with parts to fix, too. I don't mind.

I'm trying to get better, really. Thanks for undestanding and enjoy the new chapter.

~x~

Victor does not get tired of looking at his watch. He's waiting for Yuuri Katsuki, and the waiting is killing him from the inside. And because of that, he gets kicked in the leg of his son, who enters his office together with Otabek.

"Ow," Victor says, looking at the boy. "What's it?"

"Why are not you with the pig?" Yuri asks, sullen.

"What? He is here? How come I was not notified? "Victor asks, getting to his feet.

"Maybe he does not want to meet you because of what happened." The boy says, laughing. "Well done to you."

"Yuraaa," Victor laments, remembering what he did with the Japanese fluff.

"Ugh! Take a shower and change your clothes. "The boy says, kicking him again and turning to the teenager. "Come on, Beka. The movie will not wait for us. "

"Beka?" Victor asks, surprised to hear his son call the young man the same as Yuuri.

"What is it? He's my friend, "Yuri says, slamming the door shut when he leaves.

Victor does what his son suggests, taking a shower and getting dressed. As he heads into the living room, he hears the Japanese voice and melts.

"... What do you think of that?"

"I do not care about that," JJ responds.

"It's a cool idea." Isabella Yang's voice surprises Victor.

"We did not care as well, since we were undecided about the date. So it's perfect. "Now an unfamiliar voice makes him frown.

"And there's nothing better than throwing the whole cost on Victor's shoulders." Chris says, and Victor opens the door to the room, being watched by the 5 people present.

He sees JJ and Isabella hugged on a two-seater white couch, and another in the same color, Chris holding another man's hand. His fiancé.

In front of them is Yuuri, wearing a navy blue shirt with a high collar to hide the marks, with the laptop open and turned on and papers scattered on the table in front of him.

"Finally!" Jean-Jacques exclaims. "We are discussing our marriages."

"I could tell," Victor replies, frowning. "But I do not remember being told about paying for another marriage."

"Actually, it will not be necessary," Yuuri says, smiling. "Talking to both couples, I suggested the idea of doing both at the same time, since both wanted the same package and had certain uncertainties that have now been settled."

"A double marriage?" Victor asks, surprised.

"Yes. JJ and Isabela liked the idea of having a charity wedding and Christophe and Masumi accepted the date. This really makes things easier for me, since I just need to increase the number of places in the church, and the amount of food to be made ... By the way, can I see your kitchen, Victor? I think preparing all the food here is going to be so much better than carrying everything. "

"Of course you can, and I can even hand over my cook to help on the spot," Victor says cheerfully.

Yuuri, still smiling and looking at him, nods.

"Now, regarding the invitations, I decided it would be better to use something peculiar." The Japanese turns his face to the backpack that is beside him and pulls out a folded brown paper in the form of a dog and extends it to the couple. "Open it, please."

Isabela is the first to move and unfold, reading and sampling to the four men present:

"We, Jean-Jacques Leroy & Isabela Yang and Christophe Giacometti & Masumi Kirihara, invite you to join us in our wedding, which will be held on the twentieth day of the month xxxxx of the year 20xx at Rosenfield Cathedral, address xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and then on our Engagement party. Instead of gifts, money will be raised to be donated to animal care institutions.

Thank you for your support. Leroy & Yang, Giacometti & Ohara. "

"Invitations shall be prepared in the form of originals of various domestic animals. I would also like to know if I could run a blog and social networks to talk about this part of the wedding. Obviously there will be no disclosure of personal information, and if it is of interest, you can work on it under my supervision. "Yuuri explains and notes the couples gazing at each other.

"Yuuri, do what you want. We are already amazed at everything that has shown us so far and believe me when I say the idea of the origami invitation is cool. "Christophe says, smiling broadly.

"OK. Now I need to get me the guest list so I can prepare for the next step. Do you have any questions about what was discussed here today? "He asks.

"None. His explanations are accurate and well worked out. "Isabella responds, receiving supportive statements from the other four present.

"Okay, so if you'll excuse me, I need to check out the kitchen and other rooms in the mansion for the engagement party." The Japanese man speaks, rising from his chair.

"Other rooms like our best man's room?" Chris asks, pointing to Victor and surprising everyone there.

Yuuri gives a slight laugh, touching his lips with his right forefinger.

"This is something that only interests me and Victor, don't you agree?" And with that, he takes the backpack with his things inside and leaves the room, leaving 5 stupefied adults there.

"Go after him, you idiot! He did not deny it! "Christophe tells Victor, who soon runs out as well.

"Are you okay with that?" Isabella asks, worried.

"Victor and Yuuri love each other. They can handle these details for themselves. "JJ responds, excited.

"True," Masumi just says, with a smile on his face.

~ x ~

"Yuuri!" Victor says, touching the Japanese man's shoulder, who looks at him with a completely embarrassed face.

"I'm so sorry! I do not know what got into me to act like that in front of your friends! I…"

"I love you, Yuuri," Victor says, making him stop talking and widen his eyes. "I love you, Solsniko."

"You ..." Yuuri begins to speak, but is interrupted by being embraced by the Russian.

"It's all right. It's okay, "Victor says, smiling as he is embraced by the Japanese as well.

~ x ~

They dine in a luxury restaurant, and talk.

"I love you, Yuuri."

"I love you, Victor."

The night seemed perfect, if Yuuri Katsuki did not disappear from the table when Victor walks away to the bathroom. At the same time, in a movie theater at a local mall, a child with fair hair and green eyes and her escort are taken hostage. In the confusion, the two disappear.

~ x ~

"Come on, Yuuri. Pick it up! "Victor says, dialing Yuuri again in vain.

He then calls Lilia, who soon answers.

"Vitya! Oh my God! "She says, and he frowns.

What else could have happened now?

"Yuuri disappeared. What happened?"

"He too?"

"What do you mean 'too'?" He feels a shiver run through his body.

"Yura, Minami and Otabek have disappeared. According to one note, they went to a movie theater. "

"Use GPS to locate Yura's cell phone. Fast!"

"We're already checking. He's at Shopping Plaza. "

And Victor leaves the restaurant. He's worried about Yuuri, but his son is in need of help right now. He finds the boy hidden in the movie room, shaking all over.

"Papa," the boy says weakly, handing him a cell phone. "They took Beka. They said they took Yuuri. "

Victor realizes that an application shows a local map, where a red dot is moving quickly.

"Where's Minami?" Victor asks, carrying him in his arms to his car.

"Traitor," Yuri says, closing his eyes.

When Victor puts him lying in the backseat of the car, he gets scared to listen.

"Great. Good thing he did not hurt himself. "

Blood drips from the owner's arm, which coughs and falls into the arms of the Russian.

"Otabek? Hey, Otabek! "