It's dark. Dark. Black. Where am I?

".. Victor, please wake up."

Who? Who is calling me? Why do you sound so sad?

What's this light? It's blinding.

So warm.

"Victor.. please."

Why? Why are you begging? Why?

Are you crying?

Who?

"Victor..?"

Why are you calling me?

"CHRIS! COME TO VICTOR'S ROOM IMMEDIATELY!"

Chris?

Why are you shouting?

It's noisy..

"Katsuki-san? What happened?"

Katsuki? Who is Katsuki?

"I felt his fingers move! He woke up! He is waking up!"

Fingers move..? Waking up..?

Who?

"Okay, Katsuki-san. I'll need you to calm down. I'll call Chris-sensei here."

Chris again. Who are you guys? So noisy..

"I.. I've called him. He's coming."

Chris is coming? That bastard..

"Oh, God, he opened his eyes. Victor! Victor, I was so afraid."

He's calling me again? Opened my eyes? Me?

Are you afraid? Afraid of what?

"Yuuri! What happene- Oh my god."

Chris? Yuuri? Who is Yuuri?

"You've gotta be kidding me. This is a miracle. Call the team, now. I have to check his condition and run a few tests."

Miracle? What miracle?

"Yuuri, I know you wanted to stay beside him but please sit down for now, I'll call you when we finished, okay? Please wait outside."

Um. Hello? Can someone tell me what the hell is happening?

"Hey, bastard. Finally you woke up. It's about time I'm kicking you out of the bed. You've made everyone worried."

Victor adjusted his sight with the sudden blinding light, finally seeing the man. Those round glasses, that weird two toned undercut hair, those hazel eyes, those ridiculously long lashes, that thin beard and moustache. Victor found himself smiled faintly at the face of his best friend, Christophe Giacometti.

"Chris," he mouthed, finding no voice came out from his mouth. Everything hurts, his muscles, his body, even his head.

"I thought I'll never see you awake again," Chris said, holding back his tears.

"Chris, don't do that, that's gross," he finally found his voice although it was barely audible. At least Chris seemed to understand the message.

"You sounds like Yurio when you say that," Chris chuckled.

Yurio, of course, my baby brother. He got that personality straight down from me after all.

"What happened?" Victor asked.

"You've been in a coma for two years, thanks to you trying to be heroic and save Anya. Still remember that night?"

Victor nodded weakly.

Two years? It has been that long? It felt like yesterday.

"You're still weak, you just woke up after all. I'll run a few test and tomorrow we'll have to get you all checked up and I'll have to schedule you for a rehab. I'm sure you could barely move a muscle by now. Well, start by putting your hand in a fist and open it again, left hand first, can you do that?"

Victor did as Chris asked, following whatever procedures and tests that he had to go through, trusting himself in the hand of his best friend. Chris discussed some serious matter with his team who came somewhere in the middle and aided the doctor.

"By the way, you've got a real cute companion waiting for you. He's been taking care of you these past two weeks," Chris winked at him after they had finished everything. "I'll let him in."

Him? Companion? Who? Is it Yurio? I don't think Chris would call Yurio cute, though.

Victor ignored Chris and just let himself settled on the bed, tying to look at the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of moon, or anything. His eyes ended up being fixated at the blue roses arrangement on the table beside the bed. It was his favourite flower, and so far only Chris knew the fact, so he made a mental note on thanking Chris later. He was overwhelmed by the fact that he had been sleeping like a log for two years since he saved Anya from the passing car, letting himself got hit in return. It made him regret a little. But again, a man should always protect a lady, right? Not that Victor would specifically call Anya a 'lady'.

His mind was working fast, thinking how much work had piled up and who had been taking care of all his work. It would be good if nothing went wrong while he wasn't able to work. He could only hope his father trusted Yakov with his works, and also for Yakov not to kill him for giving more work to the elder Russian.

Victor heard Chris was talking outside with someone. He couldn't imagine who would still visit him if he really was unconscious for two years aside from his family. He had never been interacting with someone for more than necessary after all. Everything should benefit him, or else he wouldn't even bother.

"Victor?" a voice was heard, then a pause. "How are you feeling?"

It was an unfamiliar voice for Victor, so he slowly turned his head towards the source of that voice. The sweet angelic voice that somehow reminded him of something, or someone, which he couldn't remember.

He had many lovers in the past, many one night partner, both male and female, but no one came to his mind as he gazed at the raven-haired boy. He watched as the man seemed to be a little shaking, maybe uncomfortable from his usual icy cold gaze – as many has described his eyes. It was the eyes of a businessman, so Victor had never bother to change it as it intimidate his employees and many of his business rivals.

"Excuse me.." he opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse, more like a whisper. "Who are you?" Victor asked, feeling a little sorry for the boy if he happened to be one of the many flings he had when he was drunk, which he couldn't remember.

Despite his vision still a little blurry, he could make out the boy's meek and gentle features, his face framed with the blue rimmed glasses, making him looking adorable.

He was probably just a little older than Yurio. There's no way I've done it with him.

He continued to watch the boy, his happy and relieved smile turned to a gape, his jaw dropped as his eyes widen in shock, only a second before he collected himself. "You don't.. remember me?" he asked, tears seemed to be welling up behind those glasses.

Sorry, I don't..

Victor shook his head, his facial expression stayed calm. But he did wanted to know how this guy knew him. Judging from his reaction, they were supposed to be quite close – and Victor had never been wrong about his instinct, thanks to countless business rivals and friends, making him had to learn the skill of reading people.

"Really? Um.. Well.." the boy seemed to be at lost of words. "Let's just say, you helped me before. It's pretty normal that you don't remember.." he started rubbing the back of his neck, which means he started to lose his confidence.

If I'm right, I don't think I'm supposed to forget you, though. So it's not normal.

".. I'm just.. glad that you're finally waking up. Chris said he'll call your family," he smiled, holding his tears back. Victor knew this boy was really sincere about what he said, like he had emphasized, he was a good judge of a character, so he knew that this boy truly cared. "I.. I should get going. Good night. I hope you'll get better soon," he put on a forced smile before dashing to take his bag and left the room before Victor could ask him for more.

"Oh, that's a rare sight, Nikiforov. That guy was truly a wonder, to make you made that concerned expression. Usually it would be either flat, angry or business smile face," Chris said from the door of his room, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the wall. "So you don't remember him?"

Victor shook his head. He didn't remember, but seeing that boy's pained expression, he felt a sharp prick on his chest, something hollow spreading out inside his heart, as if there's a hole inside that's need to be filled.

"Katsuki Yuuri. He told me his name is Katsuki Yuuri. I didn't ask him for anything else, but Makka like him, so I thought it was okay. I know you won't like me prying out in your business, including people that you know, or that you've slept with," Chris explained calmly as he walked closer to Victor, sitting on the chair beside his bed.

Katsuki Yuuri? Katsuki Yuuri..

Victor loved how the sound of his name, even when he had the same given name with Yurio – Yuri Plisetsky.

"Well, Victor. As much as I am glad you're awake now, you still have to rest up," Chris sighed as he got up from his seat after a while. "I've called your parents. They'll arrive as soon as their business is done, they need to clear up their schedule first. Yurio will come soon, though. He missed you, I'm sure."

"Good night, Chris. Thank you, really," Victor said, glad he was on the right hand.

"No worries. Night, Victor."

The next day Victor was feeling much much better, up to the point Chris said it was like a miracle. As if Victor never had the accident at all if it wasn't for his limited movement. It wasn't weird for Victor because it was just like waking up from a long dream. A long and happy dream that he couldn't recall. Chris told him that they would like to monitor his condition for a week first before starting with his rehab menu.

If there was one thing that Victor hate about hospital, it would be their food. After all, who has ever liked hospital bland and tasteless food?

He was unwillingly eating up a little of the food for lunch, porridge of course, since Chris wanted him to eat only the one that was easy to swallow. He stopped the nurse from feeding him after the fourth spoon and asked her if he could just finish the dessert instead. Caramel pudding truly looked more appetizing than that tasteless porridge. Maybe the hospital should consider hiring a new chef.

There was just something about caramel pudding – he had never liked it but for some reason he wanted to eat it, which was weird because he was never fond of desserts or sweet treats.

It is indeed soft and jiggly.

Victor smiled at the thought. He couldn't remember who told him that, maybe it was Yurio. He quickly waved the thought away from his mind and eat the sweet pudding heartily.

"Vitya! Oh my God, you really are awake. I've been so worried!" A woman suddenly burst in the room. Trouble. "You remember me, your fiancée, don't you? I brought you your favourite iced black coffe – OH! NURSE! WHAT DID YOU JUST FEED HIM?! HE DIDN'T LIKE ANYTHING SWEET!" she suddenly shouted at the nurse who helped Victor to eat the pudding.

Victor groaned.

Obviously the fact that you knew from my parents. And while we're at that, can someone please shut this bitch up? Who the hell let her in anyway?

"I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't kno-," the nurse shivered until Victor gestured for her to stop talking.

"Anya," Victor glared at the woman. "Can you please stop scaring the nurse and shouted in the hospital? My ears will hurt just from your voice. And for your information, I was the one asking her to feed me the pudding, and I couldn't drink iced coffee yet," Victor finished it in one breath although it would be tiring for him, but talking to Anya had always been tiring. "And I thought I've made it clear that we're over?"

"Nonsense, why can't you drink iced coffee that you like? I'll tell Chris about this. And I know you like my voice Vitya, you couldn't lie to me. And no, we're not over. The fact is your parents called me last night to ask me to come and visit you here before they could come, so here I am," Anya continued to talk, completely unaware of Victor's glare and changing mood. "And I thought I've told them to change the floral arrangement to white lilies! This hospital is really bad at listening at their customer's request is it?"

"Anya. Stop," Victor's voice turned sten and icy, making both women inside his room flinched, and for once, made Anya shut up. "Apologize to the nurse."

"Vitya? You're kidding, righ-"

"Apologize."

"No!"

"Now, or out from my room."

"Alright! I'm sorry! Happy now? Now, you, nurse, can you please leave me with my fiancé alone?"

"O-okay. I'll excuse myself," the nurse bowed to Victor. Victor nodded and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Now, Anya. Care to explain why you're here?" Victor was back in all his business smile, trying to calm down before he actually slapped this woman on her face – which is obviously against his principle on never hurting a lady. Again, Anya was not one, which made him truly consider the option, if only he could move his arms freely.

"Why would I need to explain anything? I just wanted to visit my fiancé," she said sweetly, obviously a fake.

"Like I said, we're over. Done. I told you that night two years ago."

"And I didn't accept it. Come on, Victor. Your parents even asked me to come here and visit you, they still treat me like their daughter-in-law."

"They probably just need me to explain. It won't be hard. And you won't be able to say anything about it."

"Vitya, please. I love you."

"Do you love me, or do you love my money, Anya? Make it clear. And just so you know, I'll know if you lie."

"Of course I love you, Vitya, please."

"Do you really want me to continue watching this sick act, Victor? Just kick her out already," another voice was suddenly heard from the door. No one seemed to realize he was there.

"Yurio! My baby brother!" Anya spread her arms and moved towards Yuri, who rolled his eyes and glared at the woman.

"Fuck off, bitch. Don't expect me to believe your low-rate act. You made my brother had a fucking coma for two years and you wanted to act all friendly with me? You've got to be kidding me," Yuri walked towards Victor, completely ignoring Anya.

"Yuri, when did you arrive?" Victor smiled at the teen, silently thanking him for the distraction.

"Just now. I took a cab straight from the airport. I'll be staying at the penthouse, if you don't mind. Or I can always crash at one of the room in your hotel, anything's fine," Yuri said, hugging Victor.

"I don't mind either way. Are you coming alone?"

"Beka's with me."

"He's taking a good care of you, I see. But you still need to watch your language, brother."

"To that bitch? I don't think you'd mind."

"Yurio? Why do you hate me so?" Anya asked the teen, clearly faking the sad face she made, making Yuri almost gagged.

"Do you even still need to ask that? For almost killing Victor twice, remember? Or your brain is too full of shit that you start to get delusional that Victor will forgive you for that?" Yuri snapped at the woman. "And don't call me Yurio, we're not close."

"Yurio, please, let me explain that to Vitya. It's a mistake," Anya begged, still continuing the crappy act.

"Mistake my ass, it's not a mistake, Anya. You blamed him. You wanted him dead. I heard everything from Chris. So now, fuck off!" Yuri had to control himself from shouting at the hospital.

"Yurio! Don't get conceited and act as if your status is higher than me! You're just a commoner, you're not even Vitya's real brother! You're just trash, you know that?!" Anya finally snapped and hissed at Yuri.

Yuri could feel his anger boiling from deep inside. It was true that he was nobody, but he felt grateful to Victor's family for treating a kid like him like one of them. However, he was sensitive regarding the topic, since sometimes he still felt like he was not worth it.

He unconsciously raised his hand and stomped at Anya, whose eyes widen in horror from seeing the enraged teen, until his movement was halted by a strong grip on his wrist and another hugging him on the waist, dragging him backwards.

"Well, well, look at that, you and your retainer, the same level of commoner, you guys belong together, really. You're disgusting, you know that? And at least your retainer knew his place," Anya laughed, mocking Yuri.

"LET ME GO, BEKA! SHE DESERVES TO BE PUNCHED!" Yuri shouted at the man who halted his movement.

"Stop, Yura. She's not worth you hurting your hand, or to be touched by you," the man said softly, before wiping away the tears on Yuri's face softly with his fingers.

"Anya." Everyone flinched at the sudden icy voice. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room. Now." Victor said, emphasizing each sentence, signaling that he had lost his patience. He could bear with Anya mocking about him, or with her conceited personality, but no one, not even the one close to him, messed with his family. And that would include his baby brother.

"Vi-Vi-Vitya.. I-I'm just reminding him his place," Anya said, shivering. It was funny how Victor could overwhelm everyone despite being weak and unable to move from his bed.

"You're the one who don't know your own place. Just so you know, I'll chose Yurio and Otabek over you at any time or place, even if that means your death. Now, please get out from my fucking sight. You're lucky I couldn't move my legs and arms that much or else I'd be the one who'll slap you for saying that about my brother," Victor glared at Anya, who now winced away, afraid. Everyone knew better than enraging the man called Victor Nikiforov. No one wanted to witness hell on earth.

Anya stormed out of the room quickly, clearly feeling defeated, but she didn't forget to glare at the teen, who raised a middle finger in the air to the woman.

"Yuri, that's enough. Come here," Victor said, his tone has changed to the usual soft tone he used on his brother. "Don't let what she said get to you. And, Otabek, thank you for stopping Yuri. I'm glad I left him in your care. Can I have a moment with Yuri for a while?" Victor asked softly.

"Yes, sir. I'll be outside," Otabek bowed before stepping out of the room leaving Yuri and Victor alone inside.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at her," Yuri said, frowning. "It's just that.. I.. I don't know, Victor. I.. Thank you, большой брат."

Victor shushed Yuri and asked him to sit on the side of his bed so he could hug him. "I understand, Yuri. She went out of the line. But it's not okay just to punch anyone like that, okay?"

Yuri nodded and cry, resting his head at the crook of Victor's neck, wetting the hospital gown he wore but he paid it no mind. He couldn't pat his brother's back to comfort him so he just let Yuri hugged him tight like a little kid he was.

"Feeling better?" Victor asked after Yuri let go of his hug and nodded at him. His eyes was red but still didn't damage the beauty of the so called Russian Fairy – the famous nickname he earned during his career as a figure skater. "Now let's talk about something else. You and Otabek. What happened during the time I was asleep, huh?"

Yuri blushed at the sudden question, the red tint reached his ears, making Victor chuckled. "Um, we're.. together now. He said he wanted to formally asked you for permission when you wake up, so don't bully him too much, okay?"

"I won't. He's good for you, Yurio~"

"If you weren't hospitalized I'd smack you for calling me that."

"Oh, come on.." Victor rolled his eyes. "But I hope you two aren't doing 'that' yet? You're still a kid."

"V-Victor! How can you asked that so casually?! That's not your problem, right?!"

"If he did that already, I'll be sure to throw him to the Nile and made sure no one could find him anymore."

"If you do that, I won't forgive you. And I'll hate you forever for that."

"Really? You'll hate me?" Victor made a sad face, making Yuri giggled at him. "Well, just, if you got any problem with Otabek, tell me, okay?"

"I'm kidding. I love you, brother. Thank you," Yuri hugged him again, this time smiling.

"Me too, baby brother. I love you."

Note: большой брат – means big brother

A/N :

Hello!

Finally the story has reached chapter 10!

Thank you for reading up to this point!

So now Victor has woken up~

If you don't remember the part about caramel pudding, please refer to chapter 1 (I mentioned that caramel pudding is Yuuri's favourite dessert :))) )

More fluff on brotherly love~ and more hate for Anya 8D

And yes, this Anya is the Anya who betrayed Georgi in the anime (I hate her for that, poor Georgi :)

The next chapter will be about Yurio and Otabek, and of course, young Victor. (This was requested by the one who helped me with inputs and proofreading)

Warning : I might change the rating :")))

P.S. : Thank you so much, I've read all your comments. Sorry for breaking your hearts guys. : I promise they'll meet again (THEY HAVE TO) So just patiently wait, yeah?

P.S. (2) : I have super limited knowledge about medical treatment after coma. I read and some said it will take a long time for Victor to actually recover, but let's just say it'll take a few months by some miracle (since his existence itself is a miracle already LOLLLL). Sorry if it doesn't sound realistic *bows deeply*