AN: Happy New Year! Here's to finishing this fic and others from other fandoms in 2018!
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Hungover-Sober Doesn't Equal Fair
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Yuri's heart was thundering against his ribcage as a million and one questions hit him all at once. If his phone was buzzing then it could only mean one thing: Viktor was going to stop ignoring him.
Constantly being paranoid plus still quietly simmering from anger had a way of clouding his judgment. He couldn't tell if he was elated to finally be able to speak to Viktor again and give him a piece of his mind or prematurely mourn the fact that his little bit of normalcy he's gained in his weird predicament came to an end.
Groaning, Yuri shook his head and with an imaginary gust of wind, he blew the nagging, raging thoughts away. It was far too soon to be getting worked up when he still has no idea what's in store once he enters the dragon's den.
As he calculated, he was late.
Super late.
Bending down to unhook the leash from Makkachin's diamond encrusted leather collar, Yuri ruffled the fur of the dog's head and set him free to run towards the entrance.
A low-ranking goon was at the back entrance of the club and on cue, he nervously bowed his head down towards Makkachin and let him in as he patiently sat down, wagging his tail and thanked the guard with a soft, 'boof' as he ran inside.
Yuri followed and made his way down the hallway.
When he arrived at the intimidating doors spelling out his doom, he knocked once and received silence. Knocking once more, nothing, and then a third and fourth and eventually a daring fifth knock and still nothing.
Raising a brow in confusion, he opted to just busting into the office space and dealing with the consequences as they happened.
"Viktor?" Yuri called out, mustering all his courage in order to do so.
When no one answered back, he was about to turn on his heels and go find someone who could when Mila as if on cue, came to inform him of her boss's whereabouts.
"Ah, Yuri! There you are"
"You were looking for me?"
Mila nodded, "I was given special instructions to take you to where Viktor is myself"
Yuri couldn't help but gulp as he tugged on the collar of his crimson form-fitting short sleeved shirt.
"If I ask a question, will you answer it? Not as someone who works for Viktor but as a friend?"
Mila lightly tapped on her glossy pink colored lips with an index finger and hummed in amusement, "ask and I might have a passable answer for you"
"Are you delivering me to where I'll be dealt with once and for all?"
"Yes and no"
"That's not a very solid response"
"I did promise something passable, did I not?" she sassed him as she took his hand and lead him out the office, "come, Viktor does not like to be kept waiting although you may still be running on luck today"
"How so?"
Mila smirked, "you're not the only one on Viktor's agenda"
Yuri nearly fainted at all the possibilities at what her words could mean.
"So, remind me again how I'm apparently the one who has gone deaf?" Viktor asked the man in front of him as he grabbed a handful of his hair into his gloved fists. "Didn't I warn your boss to stay out of deals regarding medicine and children?" he gripped the man tighter, forcing him to look up at him as icy blue eyes peered into his very soul.
For a split second of uncertainty, the man was terrified of that look but just as quickly spat out blood aiming for Viktor's face as he succeeded in splashing part of his cheek, "screw you, Nikiforov! Nekola doesn't answer to you nor makes deals with you dirty Russians!"
Viktor deeply sighed, taking the black handkerchief from his suit's breast pocket and wiped away at the blood spit on his cheek and snapped his fingers to summon Yurio with a roll of duct tape. Yurio grinned as he handed over the roll, watching as the man taped to a wooden chair squirmed in his seat. Viktor cut off a large enough piece to wrap around the Czech man's mouth and head two times.
"Dirty you say? I'm not the one taxing the pharmaceutical market for insurance let alone selling run-aways and orphans into sex labor. My conscious is clean on at least that much!" Viktor raised his voice as he took a crow bar that Yurio held out for him on a silver platter.
He smacked the man once, rattling his chair, "have you heard any stories of a dirty Russian testing out the merchandise before putting it up on the market?" he smacked the man again, "no, you haven't because all you've ever heard are stories of your precious Nekola getting the first claim on things!" Viktor's voice raised in anger as he smacked the man once more, knocking his chair over on its back as he cried in immense pain.
Blood splattered on the floor as the man fell on his back. He cried and coughed in pain with a stream of blood escaping his lips but he was still choking on his own blood.
Viktor placed one perfectly tailored Italian leather shoe on top of the man's sore chest. "You have the audacity to call me dirty but your boss is far worse. Nekola has no respect for the order of things. Let me show you my mercy by not killing you here right now. You'll live another day to go cry to him"
Viktor snapped his fingers as he picked up the fallen chair and raised the man back up. "Show him my mercy" he told Yurio as Yurio snickered and cracked his knuckles.
"Oh, with pleasure, Boss!" Yurio replied as he took a box cutter and cut the man from his tape restraints on the chair.
The man had the balls to try and crawl his way away, aiming for the entrance of the ice rink. The cold helped soothe his aching body as he left a blood trail. His goal being the other side of the ice rink and hopefully finding an exit to the arena.
"Come back here, you Czech bastard!" Yurio yelled as he calmly went to go start up the Zamboni.
Outside the building, Mila arrived with Yuri as he gave her a skeptical look, not expecting to meet Viktor at an ice arena in Yokohama.
"Not exactly what I had in mind but beggars can't be choosers, I suppose. Thanks for delivering me to the slaughter house, Mila. It was nice knowing you while still alive" Yuri deadpanned as he had mentally prepared himself for this very moment all through their bullet train ride over.
He was glad he had opted for public travel rather than take a longer limo ride. It gave him a chance to savor his home of Japan once last time.
Mila quickly grabbed Yuri by the wrist, stopping him from walking towards the building.
"Yuri, whatever you see happening in there, just know that what Viktor does is justifiable"
"Of course it is, everything in the mafia is, isn't it?"
Mila shook her head, "no, that's not what I mean. We're no animals, we're not above the law. We respect it to some degree. Viktor is not a monster"
Yuri gave her a look as if saying that he had a hard time believing that.
Mila deeply sighed, "there's still so much you don't understand" she shrugged and gave him a dismissing salute as she walked away.
Yuri briefly balled up his fists, annoyed by her vague words yet again. How could Viktor not be anything but a monster, especially after what he's done to his family! He couldn't and wouldn't accept Viktor no matter what dirty games he's playing at.
As he entered the ice arena, he definitely kept to his solid mindset as he was greeted with the sight of a bloodied and bruised man in a two-piece suit, crawling his way on the ice while leaving a trail of blood and howling in pain.
Yurio was maniacally laughing and yelling something in Russian as he slowly drove his way towards the man in a Zamboni ice-resurfacer. The machine wasn't very fast but it made a lot of noise.
Yuri found Viktor sitting in the middle of the stadium's metal bleachers wearing a black and white three-piece suit, a plush white mink jacket, black half-palm leather gloves and big black sunglasses.
"Yurio, that man is dirtying my ice!" Viktor said in Russian.
Yurio gave him a thumb's up as Viktor turned his head and saw Yuri walk towards him.
"Ah, Yuri!" Viktor greeted, index finger lightly tapping on the side of his sunglasses to lean them down, "you've kept me waiting for over three hours now" he switched his tone to a serious one.
Yuri would've been nervous if he hadn't accepted his death quite yet but he had and he was ready.
"Viktor if you're going to freeze me to death or chop me up into little pieces. Whatever it is you're planning to do at an ice rink, just please get it over with" Yuri sighed, his pulse skipping beats in his throat but desperately trying to sound cool and calm.
Viktor chuckled, "you really think I'd murder you in cold blood for completing your mundane tasks I hand out to Mila and Yurio to give to you? I'm hurt" he frowned, placing a gloved hand over his heart.
"I… I don't understand you"
"Because you're refusing to"
"First you give me little time to get your dirty dealings done, then you play with my emotions leaving me utterly confused and then you ignore me for two months! How am I suppose to win my family's property back in all seriousness when you aren't taking this matter serious yourself!" Yuri yelled, both balled-up fists hitting the bottom cold metal bench.
His breath was ragged from the chill in the air, his heart pounding from his pent-up frustrations, and knees shaking from the sudden burst of courage to stand up to Viktor.
Viktor pushed his sunglasses back up as his eye slightly twitched hating the word 'dirty' having heard it non-stop from the Czechs. He recomposed himself by standing up and clapping at Yuri's words.
He applauded Yuri's courage as he made his way down the steps.
"Are you done?" Viktor questioned as he watched Yuri trying to normalize his breathing again.
"N-N-No"
"You are now" Viktor informed him as he took his shaking hand into his and made him follow him to a private viewing box upstairs.
Once they arrived, Viktor pulled down the blinds from the window giving the room dim lighting as he adjusted the lights on the wall.
"Sit" Viktor ordered as he took off his jacket and gloves. He opened the mini fridge in the room and rummaged through the small bottles of alcohol.
Yuri silently did as he was told, just watching Viktor look through the several different bottles in the fridge.
"Do you know what this is?" Viktor asked him, as he handed him a small white frosted glass bottle.
"Japanese sake?"
"And?"
"What do you mean, 'and'?"
"Where was the last place you had a drink of this?"
Yuri raised a brow in confusion, "I don't know, I don't often drink"
"Then drink it now and remember" Viktor ordered.
"I-I-I'd r-r-rather n-not" Yuri stuttered, trying to give the small bottle back to him. He wasn't very good with handling alcohol but was left even more confused with how Viktor worded it.
What did he mean by, 'remember'?
Had they met before this whole mess?
"If you don't need me to make a run for you then I should head back" Yuri tried to escape, trying to place the bottle onto the desk in front of him after Viktor refused to take it by hand.
Getting up from the chair, he was quickly shoved back down as Viktor straddled his chair. He silently started to loosen his tie and rolled up the cuffs from his long-sleeved shirt.
"Foolish boy, this was never about your stupid father nor the onsen"
"W-What?"
"You're telling me that you honestly can't remember where you've last had sake?"
"I-I do-don't u-u-understand. Why is that of any importance?" Yuri cleared his throat, trying to stop his stuttered speech.
"Because it's how we first met" Viktor told him as he took hold of his cheeks with one strong hand.
Yuri's eyes widened.
"Drink and remember" he repeated his order once more as he popped the sake bottle's top off with his thumb.
Yuri shook his head once, refusing the drink.
Viktor gripped his face with a bit of force, making him looking straight into his eyes.
"Don't make me repeat myself more than twice" Viktor growled as he tried to force his mouth open.
Yuri tried to tightly shut his lips but his will was quivering away.
"I can't handle alcohol!" Yuri gasped, releasing his hold and trying to see if his excuse would help him.
It only gave Viktor a bigger opening to pour sake down his throat.
Yuri sputtered and violently coughed as the majority of the liquid spilled out his mouth and down his jaw and neck.
"What do you want from me!" Yuri asked, coughing on the sake he was forced to swallow.
Viktor leaned his head down, forehead to forehead with Yuri as he savored the alluring scent of the Japanese male.
He wrapped Yuri's arms around his waist and whispered, "You. I want you Yuri Katsuki"
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Done. To be continued!
Oh snap.
Viktor may be hungover but he's sober which for Yuri can't be anything good.
But for readers? Uhuhuhu. Things are only just getting spicy.
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