Viktor woke up from a horrible nightmare. A nightmare of a burning car that cost a young boy's life. Despite many people telling him it wasn't his fault, Viktor knew it was his fault. He failed protecting this boy, and the nightmare was a constant reminder. So was the scar on his back, though he couldn't see it, he knew it was there, always.
The mafia leader finally got his breathing back under control and wiped his profusely sweating forehead. The sheets were kicked to the floor during his sleep. Good thing Yuuri already was up and out of bed. The last thing he wanted was for the young skater to see his weaknesses or find out about his failures.
Viktor sighed then picked up the sheets and dropped them beside him on the bed. After taking a quick glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, he decided a soak in the onsen would do him good.
Viktor pulled his morning robe on then grabbed a few towels and left the bedroom. A few minutes later he entered the onsen and saw Yuuri sitting in the water. It seemed like he was caught up in his own thoughts. A mischievous grin curled the sides of Viktor's lips then he tipy-toed towards Yuuri and covered the latter's eyes with his hands.
"Guess who?" Viktor whispered into Yuuri's right ear. The mafia boss's grin grew when he saw the tips of Yuuri's ears turn bright red. "You shouldn't sit with your back facing the door, little Piggy. Everyone could just come in without you knowing it."
Yuuri watched Viktor slip beside him into the water and said; "The only person coming in while I'm here is you."
"Don't underestimate Chris," Viktor said. "Just a few minutes ago I had to swat him away from the door. The pervert was spying on you."
Yuuri's eyes widened in shock then noticed the sparkle in the mafia leader's eyes. A slight scowl appeared on the skater's face and he said, accusingly; "You're lying."
"Yes I did, but it doesn't mean Chris isn't up to something like that," Viktor replied then slowly moved closer and asked; "Are we gonna spend the entire day practicing on the ice again?"
Yuuri shook his head then said; "It's quite busy today, so I promised my parents to help at the inn. It's Hanami and people…
"What's Hanami?" Viktor asked, cutting Yuuri off.
"Hanami is another word for cherry blossom festival. In other words, the cherry blossoms fall off the trees and everyone does all kinds of things under the trees. Games, picnics, boat rides under the cherry blossom trees."
The hues of Viktor's eyes turned into two large pools then cried ecstatically; "I always wanted to do a Japanese tradition. Can we please do that?!"
"Viktor, I promised my parents…
"Pretty please?" Viktor asked, sending Yuuri his most sweetest smile. Yuuri couldn't help but feel all flustered again. Even his heart skipped a beat. Why was that smile so hard to resist? Yuuri hung his head down in defeat. Viktor didn't need words to understand he had won and instantly squeezed Yuuri into a hug then climbed out of the water to get himself ready for his 'date' with Yuuri.
Though his parents didn't mind him going out with Viktor, Yuuri still felt guilty for breaking his promise and told them he would at least prepare some bento-boxes for the costumers who were also planned to watch the flowers fall.
Otabek strolled down the hallway then couldn't help but peek inside Viktor's room as he walked by. What he saw was quite shocking. Viktor had filled his hair with big chunks of hair-gel and wore his usual suit. Otabek couldn't help but slap his forehead.
"Papochka, what are you doing?"
"Trying to make myself decent for my Hanami with Yuuri." Viktor beamed a smile then looked at his own reflection in the mirror and asked; "How do I look, Otabek?"
Otabek inhaled a deep breath of air then replied; "Like a hobo who just discovered healthcare products."
"Is it a good thing?" Viktor asked with a frown.
"No, Papochoka! It's an insult. What are you trying to do anyway?" Otabek asked, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "I mean, if you're trying to impress the weirdo, you're failing miserably."
Viktor sighed sadly and plopped down onto his bed. "It's been so long since my last date I lost my touch. Little Piggy must think I'm some disaster."
"I doubt he's an expert himself," Otabek snorted. Viktor gave his subordinate a desperate look who then rolled his eyes and said; "Fine, I'll help you out, but only this time."
Minutes later, Viktor showed up in the kitchen. Mrs. Katsuki told him he could find her son there. The chunks of hair-gel was removed from his hair, which had been quite a struggle, and he was wearing more casual clothes. Viktor didn't felt comfy in it. He already regretted asking Otabek for help.
Ready to turn around and walk out the door to pick another outfit, Viktor was stopped by Yuuri's voice. Obviously he heard him coming in, even standing with his back facing the door.
"You don't mind if I finish these bento-boxes before we go, right? I at least kept a part of the promise I made." Yuuri first smiled but then noticed what Viktor was wearing. A white shirt with three buttons underneath a black jacket. White shoes and…"Are you wearing a ripped jeans?" Yuuri asked, surprised.
Viktor looked away in embarrassment then mumbled; "Stupid Otabek. I knew this was a bad choice."
"Oh, not, it isn't," Yuuri quickly said then dropped his eyes awkwardly. "It's just…I never expected you would actually wear something like that. I mean, so far I only saw you in suits and…
"Yeah, well, it's about time I blend in, right?" Viktor scratched the back of his awkwardly. The two looked at each other or a moment until Viktor cleared his throat and asked; "Did you also prepare those boxes for us?"
Yuuri nodded then quickly finished with what he was doing while he could feel Viktor's eyes in his back. It made him feel a tad nervous. He then got an idea.
"Viktor? Could you ask my mom if she maybe has a spare blanket for us to- aaagh!" Yuuri nearly jumped a meter into the air when he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist from behind. He then felt Viktor's warm breath in the back of his neck as he leaned closer to his right ear.
"I told you to call me Vitya, remember?" Viktor grinned pleased when he saw the tips of Yuuri's ears turn bright red. "Or do you want me to call you little piggy again?"
"N-no…" Yuuri shook his head while trying to keep his buckling knees under control by supporting himself on the kitchen benchtops. His mouth started to feel dry and his forehead started to sweat, as if he was about to get an anxiety attack. He should start to get used to Viktor's playful flirts, but Viktor made it so hard. He always found a new way to make him feel awkward and unexperienced. "V-Viktor, please, stop."
"Hmmm?" Viktor hummed into Yuuri's ear, teasingly. One of his hands slowly made way towards the bottom of Yuuri's shirt. "You were saying?"
"V-Vitya!" Yuuri exclaimed in shock. "Stop it! Someone might see us?"
Suddenly someone cleared his throat. Yuuri froze in shock. Viktor however, turned his head annoyed. Chris stood in the doorway holding a cell-phone.
"Yeah, I would like to say, "sorry for interrupting" but that would be a lie." Chris's eyes found Viktor's and they stared at each other for a moment with a cold expression. Chris then reached the cell phone to Viktor and said; "For you. It's Yakov. He wants to know what you're up to."
Viktor dragged in a tired sigh then snatched the phone from Chris's hands and yelled at the person on the other end as he walked outside the kitchen; "How dare you to disturb me on Chris's phone?!"
Yuuri couldn't help but sigh relieved. Though Yakov must be a very terrible person the way Viktor yelled at him on the phone, it does give him a little bit more breathing space to finish up the bento-boxes. Or so he thought.
"I wanted to ask you to be my company for the Hanami festival, but it seems Viktor beat me to it," Chris suddenly said while standing next to Yuuri, a little too close. "I always wanted to try out a Japanese tradition.
Yuuri, wrapping up the ingredients, smiled; "Oh, but you're more than welcome to join us. We always celebrate Hanami with as many family and friends as we can. The more the merrier, am I right?"
"Well, if you insist.
"This is going to be so much fun," Chris cried gleefully as he, Yuuri, Viktor, Otabek, and Yuri walked down the park to find an empty spot under the Cherry trees. Viktor and his two subordinates, who were dragged along by Chris, didn't look happy at all. Mainly because they had plans as well, and Viktor wanted it to be a 'date' between him and Yuuri. The mafia boss kept giving Chris angry side glares. Chris didn't take any notice of it and kept blabbing about how beautiful the blossoms were.
Yuuri, who noticed Viktor's tensed body language, looked at the ground guilty. It was more than obvious to him that Viktor didn't appreciate Chris's company Or those of his subordinates. Yuuri feared Viktor would be mad at him for inviting the Swiss man. It was the last thing he wanted, especially since Viktor showed him a softer side more often. If only he could stop flirting more often as well, then Yuuri would feel totally comfort around the mafia leader.
"He's so unpredictable, and I want to know what's going through his head right now." Yuuri kept stealing side glances at Viktor as he walked beside him. Viktor's face and eyes were cold. It frightened Yuuri.
"Boat rides are so adorable!" Chris suddenly cried with glee then grabbed Yuuri's arm and dragged him to the lake side. "Please Yuuri, make a boat ride with me!"
"I-aaah…" Yuuri stuttered and saw, from the corner of his eyes, Viktor's blood boiled. His knuckles were white from clenching them tightly. Viktor's eyes were no longer cold, but dangerous. Almost murderously. Yuuri's heart dropped in fear and didn't know what to do or say.
Also sensing the apprehension and to avoid the situation from escalating, Otabek grabbed his boss's arm then said "There aren't many free picnic spots left. You should hurry if you want a good spot."
"Yeah!" Yuri chimed in with a annoyed look on his face. "If I'm forced to celebrate this stupid thing, I also want a nice seat! You take a boat ride some other time, you pervert!"
Chris pouted sadly;; "But I want a boat ride with Yuuri now."
Yuuri finally found his voice again. He took the picnic basket from Yuri and said; "They're right. Calling dibs on the perfect spot is very important. You don't wanna eat your lunch on an anthill, do you? Yuuri quickly trotted away, picnic basket and all. Viktor pierced his eyes coldly into Chris's one more time then followed the young figure skater.
"Okay, we can always take the boat ride later today," Chris said with a nonchalant shrug, not taken back or feeling any fear after Viktor's murderous glares. In fact, he sort of enjoyed irking the silver haired man. To him, Viktor only looked more attractive when he was jealous.
"Not with me, I'm afraid," Yuuri said, placing the picnic basket in the grass beside his feet. Then he turned around and smiled; "I won't be good company, trust me. I get motion sick very easily." Yuuri hoped his smile was genuine enough to hide the lie he just told. He hated himself for lying, but if it could prevent a mafia boss from attacking a mafia boss's son, he had to do it. Then, to avoid a long awkward silence, Yuuri quickly asked; "So, everyone is satisfied with this spot?"
"Who cares, I'm tired of walking!" the blond subordinate growled then dropped the picnic blanket into the grass, nonchalantly, before plopping down onto it with a soft thud. He then took the liberty to open the picnic basket and take out the bento-boxes along with the snacks, drinks, and candies.
"Hmpf," Viktor huffed in a sulking manner then started to take off his jacket and un-buttoned his shirt before sitting down onto the blanket. Yuuri quickly adverted his eyes away from Viktor's, half exposed chest and tried to concentrate on the falling cherry blossoms. It didn't work, because some of the cherry blossoms rained down onto Viktor, who picked them up then flicked them away with a dull expression.
The young figure skater couldn't help but admit Viktor looked quite charming under the cherry blossoms. He also realized he wasn't the only one who noticed the same thing. Not far from them a group of young women kept stealing glances at Viktor then whispered and giggled.
Viktor noticed the group as well then sent a flirtatious wink then felt quite pleased with the results. Some turned instantly red while their friend couldn't help but faint. Chris, Otabek, and Yuri rolled their eyes, annoyed. Yuuri felt a slight sting in his chest then wondered why. It was not like he was jealous or anything, right?
Noticing from the corner of his eyes how Viktor glanced at him to see his reaction, Yuuri pretended to be preoccupied with unpacking the food Yuri hadn't found yet. Before he knew it he was holding a box with pocky sticks then wondered who had put it in there. Instantly, he remembered his sister's words right before he left.
"I put a surprise for you and Viktor in there."
"Great. Thanks a lot, Mari," Yuuri mumbled softly then wanted to toss them back in the basket, but someone turned out to be quicker and snatched it from his hands.
Viktor, who happened to be that person, eyed the box then said; "Yum, strawberry flavour. How did you know I like strawberry?"
"I-I didn't," Yuuri stuttered in surprise. Strawberries and Viktor Nikiforov was a combination he could never have guessed. But then again, maybe that's why he insisted to take one of his mom's strawberry shortcake to the picnic as well. Then noticing Viktor's questioned look, Yuuri quickly explained; "My sister put them in there."
Viktor nodded understandably and said; "Ah, yes, I remember I told her. That's so nice and thoughtful of her."
"Yeah…" Yuuri replied softly and decided to keep it like that. Maybe it was best if Viktor didn't know the real reason of why the sticks were there. He stole a glance at Viktor as the older man lied down, opened the box of pocky sticks and started to nibble on the sticks after taking them out. The look on his face was identical to that of a three year old discovering a new favorite candy. Yuuri's mind unwillingly started to create an image of a three year old Viktor, which he quickly tried to shake away. He then saw Viktor looking at him with a questioned frown. Yuuri quickly sent an innocent smile and grabbed a bento-box to eat a sandwich.
"Hey, those are pocky sticks, right?" Chris asked excited then tried to snatch the box from Viktor. However, Viktor was not willing to share his favorite flavoured sticks.
"Go away! They're mine!" Viktor harrumphed, keeping the box out of Chris's reach while pushing him away at the same time.
Chris, not willing to give up just yet, kept reaching for the box and exclaimed; "Vitya, stop being such a toddler! Pocky sticks are meant to share happiness and bring people together."
"These pocky sticks are meant to make me happy! Besides, you're the last person I want to be together with, so find your own candy! These are mine!" Viktor took out another stick and wolfed it down.
Chris looked at Yuuri for help. "Yuuri, could you please tell him those sticks are meant to play a game with?"
"Oh, he can eat them how he likes," Yuuri quickly replied, hoping Viktor hadn't heard the word 'game'. It worked, because Viktor still tried to keep the sticks away from Chris. Yuuri smiled, feeling pleased with himself then took a bite from a sandwich.
"Vitya, come on!" Chris wailed.
"No! You heard Yuuri. I can eat them however I like."
"But you will love this game, trust me."
Yuri and Otabek rolled their eyes. Yuuri nearly chocked in his sandwich.
Viktor, stubborn as he was, shook his head and yelled; "No, I won't!"
"How would you even know that if you have never played it before?"
"Because you just made it up, and all the games you come up with are stupid."
Chris looked insulted then looked at Yuuri again and wailed; "Yuuri, please tell him that the pocky game is a centuries old game played between two people who have feelings for each other." Viktor suddenly froze and slowly met Yuuri's eyes.
"Crap," Yuuri thought when he saw an alluring sparkle into the mafia leader's blue hues. It soon followed with the brightest grin imaginable. Then he scooted closer towards the frightened figure skater.
"Is that true, Yuuri?" Viktor asked with a mischievous sparkle.
Yuuri, sweating profusely, stuttered; "It's not really centuries old. Besides, you can still eat them how you prefer."
"I want to know the rules of this game, my little piggy…"
"Hey, the whole idea was that Yuuri plays the pocky game with me," Chris yelled. Viktor instantly shot his blue eyes coldly into Chris's. This time Chris understood the danger he was in and quickly scooted away from Viktor, mumbling; "Fine, you win this time, but only because Yuuri is way too shy to explain you the rules."
"Yuuri," Viktor sang when he saw the young skater trying to sneak away then froze when he heard the Russian man's voice. "Tell me the rules, or else I will ask those lovely girls over there if they want to explain it."
Yuuri widened his eyes in shock then exclaimed; "You can't do that. They will get the wrong impression." Viktor looked as if he could care less. Yuuri sighed. "Fine, I tell you the rules. But so you know, you and I are not going to play it."
Viktor snorted; "Only because I kissed you once doesn't mean I'm in to you."
Even though Yuuri already knew it in the back of his mind, the words still felt like a stab in his chest. Tears burned behind his eyes. It was like all the emotions and frustrations Viktor's antics left inside him since he had entered his life, couldn't be suppressed any longer. Or maybe he didn't want to suppress them any longer. Maybe he should give the mafia boss a piece of his own mind. The longer Yuuri thought about it, the more he wanted to. And suddenly, all the fear was gone.
"Well if that's the case, then why are you still here?!"Yuuri spat in anger, tears streaming down his face. "Why did you come here in the first place?! It's not like there weren't enough people in Russia who loves your sick games, or care less if you disappeared after one night! Unlike you, I am looking for a person who I can trust and loves me back! Someone I feel safe with! Just stop harassing me and go back to Russia!"
Viktor's mouth opened and closed, speechless. He wanted to cut off Yuuri's angry rant, but for the first time in his life he just didn't know what to say. When Yuuri stomped away angrily, his mouth remained open while his brain tried to process what just happened. No one ever dared to raise his voice at Viktor, fearing they might get killed if they did. Yuuri was the first.
A smirk crept onto Viktor's face. "Oh, little piggy, I can't wait to punish you for that."
Yuuri sat sadly on a bench just outside the park, wondering what it was that kept Viktor in Hasetsu. Wanting to become his coach couldn't be the real reason. But what was it then? Revenge? Revenge because he accidentally mistook him for a club host and flirted with him? Would he be that cruel?
Yuuri dried his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt then heard heavy footsteps approach him from behind. It was not hard to tell Viktor had sent his subordinate, Otabek. Yuuri couldn't help but roll his eyes. Typical Viktor to let someone else fix it.
"You can tell Viktor I won't change my mind. I want nothing to do with him any—aagh!" Yuuri screamed in shock when he felt a strong arm around his waist then pulled over the shoulder with ease. "Otabek, stop it!" Yuuri yelled when he recognized the black hair at the back of the person's neck. "You can't just keep abducting me!"
Otabek ignored Yuuri's yelling and walked on with firm steps until he reached the spot he promised to meet Viktor. He then put Yuuri back onto his own feet. The latter opened his mouth to give the subordinate the worst talk of his life, but froze when he heard Viktor's voice coming somewhere from behind him.
"Glad you decided to come back, Yuuri." Yuuri spun around then discovered he was taken back to the lake. Viktor sat in a row boat and looked at him with an alluring sparkle in his eyes. "Let's have a boat ride underneath the Sakura trees." Viktor puffed his chest proudly. "That's right, Sakura is another word for Cherry Blossoms. I just learned this word from those lovely ladies. I told them I wanted to know something more about Japanese traditions to impress you. Soooo…are you impressed?" Viktor sent the most charming smile at the young skater who just stared back, blankly. "Oh, come on, little piggy! You're not still angry about what I said, are you?"
"Angry? No! Hurt? Yes!" Yuuri replied. "This might come as a surprise to you, but I have feelings. You can't just flirt and harass me whenever you feel like it then tell me it means nothing. And you can't just order your subordinates to abduct me and bring me to some random spot."
"Then you shouldn't have walked away," Viktor pouted. "Besides, I really want a boat ride with you. So, stop being angry and come over here."
Yuuri sighed. It really felt like Viktor hadn't heard a single thing rom what he just said. His gut told him that stepping into a small, wobbly object would be a big mistake. Knowing Viktor he would definitely have something up his sleeve.
"Sorry, you know I can't," Yuuri finally said. "I get motion sick easily."
Viktor grinned in return. "You really think I can't tell when you're lying?" Yuuri didn't reply and adverted his eyes. When the young skater also made no intention to step into the boat, Viktor flicked his fingers. Knowing that was his cue, Otabek lifted Yuuri up underneath his armpits and put him back onto his own feet into the boat. Viktor then grabbed Yuuri's arm and pulled him down onto a seat and grinned at Otabek. "Thanks, Otabek. You can do what you like for the rest of the day."
Otabek gave a short nod then turned to leave but was stopped when a hand wrapped around his right ankle. He looked down and saw Yuuri, holding his ankle while Viktor tried to drag him back by his waist. Two brown puppy dog eyes pleaded at the subordinate.
"Otabek, please don't leave me with him!"
Otabek rolled his eyes then, with Viktor's help, he wrestled Yuuri off and made his leave. Viktor grabbed the paddles and paddled to the center of the lake then dragged in a deep sigh. Yuuri looked sadly at the bottom of the boat.
"Thank you, for showing me this," Viktor suddenly said, breaking the silence between them. Yuuri looked up in surprise and saw a happy look on Viktor's face as he watched the Cherry blossoms fall into the water, one at the time. "I know you preferred staying home and help your family with the arrangements."
Yuuri looked away then whispered softly; "I'm sorry for asking Chris to come with us. And I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I ruined what could have been a lovely day."
Viktor sighed; "Well, you didn't ruin it entirely. I shouldn't have said those awful things at you. Back in Russia, I could speak my mind without having to consider about other people's feelings. And to be honest, you're the first person who reacted like this in front of me. You're the first person who actually dared to get angry at me without thinking about the possibilities of me hiring someone to kill you." Yuuri's eyes widened in fear. Viktor couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, little piggy, I have a different punishment in mind for when we get home. Right now, I want to enjoy Hanami with you. I had to steal the strawberry shortcake with me before Yurio got the chance to wolf it down."
Viktor dove underneath the seat he was sitting on and took out a bento-box. Yuuri recognized it was one of the boxes he packed the sandwiches in, but once Viktor opened it he saw it was replaced with one slice of strawberry shortcake. He handed it to Yuuri along with a fork.
"Thanks, but don't you want some as well?"
Viktor smiled warmly. "You can have some first."
Yuuri didn't really know what to say, but still took a small bite while Viktor dipped his fingers into the water. Yuuri watched him and wondered how rough Viktor's life must have been to develop so many different sides. One thing he did know, he liked the one he saw right now. Maybe, one day, Viktor would finally open up to him.
The young skater took a second bite of the delicious shortcake then noticed Viktor was watching him.
"What's wrong?" Yuuri asked, trying to hide a blush.
Viktor grinned "It's nothing." He then plucked the strawberry off the top of the cake and ate it in one bite.
"You really like strawberries, huh?" Yuuri asked.
"Well, it just looked so good when you were eating it that I wanted to try some as well. Also, it was the highest position on the cake. I only eat the very top strawberry." Yuuri couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Viktor's cocky expression. Viktor frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I really can't predict your moods, but today I learned what's your favorite food, which makes me feel like coming here was worth it." Then realizing he had said it out loud, Yuuri's face heated up so fast he could have been a tea kettle.
Viktor threw his head back and laughed hysterically. Tears started to run down his face, and Yuuri started to become really worried. The last thing he wanted was for Viktor to choke in his own laughter.
"You are something, Yuuri Katsuki," Viktor said, trying to control himself and dried his tears. "You definitely know how to make someone laugh."
"I-I didn't mean to…" Yuuri stuttered worriedly.
"Don't worry, it's been years since I had such a good laugh," Viktor said then a grin curled up on his lips and he took out a box of pocky sticks from his inside pocket. "Now, are you gonna tell me more about this game?"
Yuuri closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh. "You're not going to drop it, are you?"
"Nope," Viktor replied, beaming a wicked grin.
"Fine…" Yuuri replied, reluctantly. "It's a pretty lame game, trust me. All you need to do is find an opponent then see who can eat more pocky sticks in 20 seconds." Viktor's mouth dropped open, speechless. He blinked confused. Yuuri tried to keep a straight face, hoping Viktor couldn't tell it was a lie. After a long silence, Viktor blew his hair back in frustration, and Yuuri chuckled; "Told you it was a lame game, but you insisted to know more about it."
Viktor sat back in his seat then scowled; "Lame, you say? More like stupid. Who actually invented it?"
"Probably someone who was boring and hungry?" Yuuri shrugged then took a bite from the cake, hoping it would help him hold back a fit of laughter. It was hard because the look of frustration on Viktor's face was priceless.
The mafia boss inhaled deep then pouted; "You know what, I'm so done with this Hanami thing. And I'm also done with these pocky sticks. Stupid game! Stupid Chris for saying it will spread happiness and bring people together. How can stuffing your mouth full in 20 seconds bring happiness and people together?" Yuuri shrugged, still trying his best to not laugh. Viktor inhaled again. "We need to find something else to do."
"Like what?" Yuuri asked, curiously.
Viktor shrugged dully then replied; "Go home and see if the punishment I have in mind for you will entertain me."
"W-What?" Yuuri gasped.
Viktor nodded. "Yeah, let's do that. I bet your look will be priceless when you find out what it is." Viktor moved forward to grab the paddles, but Yuuri moved forward as well to stop him.
"We can always stay here a little longer and enjoy the view!" Yuuri exclaimed.
"NO! Let go, Yuuri! I want to punish you!" Viktor wailed loudly and pulled with force. Yuuri lost his footings and fell back in the water. A look of horror appeared on Viktor's face. "Yuuri, I am so sorry. I didn't mean that to happen."
With an apologetic look, Viktor moved to the side of the boat and reached his hand out to offer Yuuri some help with climbing back into the boat. Yuuri took it then a wicked grin curled up his lips. Viktor's eyes widened when he realized what was going through Yuuri's head then was pulled forward with force. Viktor landed into the water with a splash while Yuuri laughed loudly.
Viktor's head appeared back above the surface of the lake and he wiped his eyes then smirked; "You just made your punishment worse, little…" Viktor received a mouth full of water after Yuuri splashed it at his face, playfully. "You!" Viktor moved forward then grabbed the young figure skater around the waist and started tickling him.
"Vitya, stop!" Yuuri laughed.
Tickling Yuuri with gusto, Viktor laughed; "Call me Vitya as long as you like, but it won't work this time. You asked for this."
"NO! No, aaah," Yuuri laughed, tears of joy rolling down his cheeks. Viktor had no mercy,
"Yuuri! Remember the punishment I told you about?" Viktor cried in glee as he bowled down Yuuri's bedroom door and entered. Yuuri, who was luckily fully clothed after his hot shower, turned around and frowned upon seeing the large suit garment bag Viktor was holding in his arms. Viktor beamed like the sun. "It's your skating uniform."
Yuuri frowned even more and wondered what his new skating uniform had to do with Viktor's punishment. It was like Viktor could read Yuuri's mind, winked then zipped the garment bag open. Once Yuuri saw what was inside his eyes widened in utter shock and his face turned pale as a sheet.
"You like it?" Viktor smirked.