WARNING: May Trigger

Bleeding

He had thought he could speak to Vadim directly and surprise his love later for his early return to visit. Every muscle ached from the journey, but Yuri was beyond glad he had made it to the castle clear from hunters or major winter storms.

'Oh! The window is open! What luck!'

But he had fluttered by to see it all bound to hell. Shocked to the core, Yuri witnessed Vitya lose it, unable to stop him in time. Yuri nearly dropped himself to the windowsill, yet went unnoticed, and remained until Anya had passed away.

"V-Vitya!" Yuri gasped, transforming back from a bat.

His fiancé did a double take and bolted up from his mother's body. "Yuri!"

The Japanese rushed forward and framed Vitya's face. "W-What have you done?! Your parents! I-!"

"You saw?"

"I-I saw the m-moment you twisted his neck!" Yuri exclaimed. He shook his head as he looked down, "but I couldn't bring myself to…" before he looked back into those blue depths, "w-why did you do this?!"

Vitya tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brow. "Don't you see how I had to?!"

"N-No I don't!" Yuri interrupted "How could you?"

Vitya held onto both of Yuri's forearms. "I had to! Vadim and Anya were trying to keep us apart," he defended with little to no remorse. "I-I couldn't take that." Nikiforov shook his head. "Not anymore…"

Yuri felt himself blanch as he heard his love ramble. "W-What happened to you?"

Vitya quickly wrapped his trembling fiancé in his arms. "Y-You're here now. That's all that matters."

"B-But-!"

The silver prince squeezed tighter. "I've missed you." He buried his face into the crook of Yuri's neck, drinking in his scent as though the familiarity would soothe him. "Please don't leave," Vitya begged in a whisper.

Yuri trembled harder and harder until he finally shoved Vitya away and stepped backwards. "You just killed your parents! How can we hope to convince my father now?!"

Vitya had reached out to the retreating Yuri with shaking hands and a pleading look, but now let them fall limp by his sides. At the same time, the desperate eyes slowly shifted into harder blue, harder than Yuri had ever seen.

"Were they even going to let you come?"

Yuri gasped before he shook his head to focus. "N-No but I came anyway and I-"

Vitya grabbed Yuri's wrist and started to walk out of the study.

"Where are you taking me? Where are we going?!"

All around them panicked servants were bailing left and right as Vitya dragged Katsuki along to undisclosed location. Servants took one look and ran, some pointed, others screamed before they fled.

"V-Vitya! They're abandoning the castle because your mother died! It's risky to let them go after being hypnotized," Yuri hissed as he was half dragged along the hallway.

Vitya remained silent.

'Don't you care?'

Up the stairs Vitya's strong grip remained, the further they climbed the colder and darker it became.

"The prison tower? W-Why?"

A metallic slide followed by a clang, Vitya pulled Yuri inside one of the cells.

"W-What are you doing?" Yuri watched, dumbfounded, as Vitya closed the jail door.

Nikiforov turned around and swept forward, quickly propping his hand and arm so he had Yuri in a haphazard waltz pose. "Finally. We~ get to da~nce." He sang.

'Is he out of his mind?'

"V-Vitya, what are you do-?"

Yuri found himself roughly twirled around ungracefully before he was rushed into a dip with hot lips seared onto his. Such a kiss though was hardly enjoyable as Yuri felt a hand pull at the ties around his waist.

Katsuki turned his head away. "N-No! What are y-?"

Vitya placed a finger down on his lips "I don't want them to take you away from me again." Then he raised same finger up to his pale ones. "This place will be our little secret."

"Th-this is craz- And stop pulling at my cl- stop!"

Vitya stood back upright with Yuri with a grunt before he firmly pushed the already tired Japanese man up against a corner.

"Ah!" His back hit the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

Chilly hands framed Yuri's face. "Don't you see?" Vitya whispered. "This is the only way…"

"What way?" Yuri searched desperately for rationale or understanding in those eyes but couldn't. "I came for you, Vitya," Yuri clutched the Russian's upper sleeves. "Against my parents and-"

Blue eyes dimmed. "So your father is the same, da?"

Yuri blinked. "Huh? W-Well I -ah! Stop pulling at my clothes and list-!"

Vitya clenched his hands around Yuri's wrists. "They need a reminder!"

"W-Wha- hmmph!"

After a bruising kiss, their eyes bore into each others'.

"You belong to me." Cold and final.

'Vadim…what have you done?'

A chill ran down Yuri's spine as tears started to fall.

"Th-This isn't you!" The Japanese cried as he pushed at Vitya's shoulders or pulled at his long silver hair in vain while Nikiforov pressed forward.

-R~ip-

To Vitya, he paused with half torn obi fabric in his hand as he looked into Yuri's teary face, feeling confused.

To Yuri, his blue eyes were closer to blue stones.

"Y-You're scaring me, V-Vitya…just please…I want to be with you!" Katsuji sobbed. "B-But not like this!"

Vitya blinked, and blinked again before slowly cupping the shorter man's face. "Yuri…"

"Please…please calm down," Katsuki implored. "I see it in your eyes your tired…you're not yourself…"

Nikiforov wiped those tears away with his thumbs before he titled his head to the side. "I don't understand."

"Eh?" Yuri sniffed.

A smile fell across Vitya's lips. "I've never felt better…"

'Free.'

Yuri shook his head in horror, his heart was breaking, as Nikiforov got closer to his face. "What have they done to you?" He choked out in sobs.

Vitya didn't answer, and opened his mouth.

"Ah~omph."

"No-Ahgn!"

To Yuri, his vision flashed white spots here and there in reaction to the disorienting pain of fangs in his neck. "Hgn~!" Yuri winced and panted as he tried in vain to push Vitya away. "P-Please-!" But he had next to no real energy left after such a long trip. "St-ah-!"

To Vitya, the scent of Yuri's blood made his head swim. Blissfully lost at sea, his hands moved seemingly on their own from then on. 'I'll treasure you…keep you safe…'

Time was cruel as two years of without Yuri's touch…

-Ri~p-

…two years of abuse and now their death.

'You've gone insane! Wake up! Please!'

"Ah~!"

Layer by layer, tearing and eventually screams, it was all a painful blur.

'Yuri…my Yuri…my Yuri...' It was all Vitya could think about within his craze as he licked the side of love's swollen neck while he ran hands down the sides of Yuri's bared torso. 'I love you so much…'

"Ah. Ah~!" Tears streamed down Yuri's face as he was forced in that corner to ride out the worst storm of his long life.

"The castle is empty, the servants had all but fled, no longer under your mother's control," Chris reported that night in the throne room whereas the castle remained a mess of dropped, half-done chores or stolen goods. "What happened, Vitya?"

The new king of his inheritance swirled a crystal cup of Clara's blood in his left hand as he lounged on his throne without a care in the world. He had his Yuri, safe, and locked away, he didn't need anything else.

"The handful of us had just returned from a ride in time to see the castle becoming abandoned," Georgi pressed. "Please tell us. We had to hunt them all and I would like to know why," he implored.

Vitya continued to hum.

Yurio came forward and kicked at Vitya's chair leg. "Where is Uncle? Where is my Aunt, you miserable-"

"Dead." He took a sip.

"Y-You cannot be serious!" Mila cried from the bottom of the handful of steps before the gilded chair.

Vitya rose up and set his cup to the side. "Actions speak louder than words. Vadim wasn't going to listen to me so-"

"Hold up!" Chris rushed up and clapped his hands over Vitya's shoulders. "What?!"

At that moment, Chris saw what Yuri saw. Blue stones.

Giacometti's hands shook. "What have you-?"

"They are gone," It was cold and final. "Now Yuri and I can be together. It was the only way."

Chris let go and held his head in disbelief, trying to take it in.

Yurio shoved Vitya from the side. "Has the lack of blood to your cock make you go senile?!"

"W-What about Yuri? How will he take this once he finds out?" Mila asked as tears fell down her cheeks. "You could've destroyed any likelihood..."

Vitya folded his arms. "Why are you lot upset over those who sought nothing but temper me down like a piece of metal for the sake of family?"

The "lot" remained silent.

"Hmm?" Vitya looked among them. "Nothing for nothing. It's what happens."

Guilt rendered their remarks useless, they may not have felt they had any power, but they didn't even try.

'We did nothing.' Chris admitted to himself.

'And now it's too late,' Georgi finalized.

Yurio rushed forward and gripped the front of his his cousin's shirt. "Did you think about us at all?! What now? What about our future, eh?"

Vitya shrugged. "I'll take over, simple as that."

"Eh? A murder like you?"

Vitya gripped Yurio's chin with a shaking hand. "Don't play dumb…you know that won't matter."

Yurio knocked his arm away. "Let me go. I can't believe you would be so stupid." He pivoted to return to Otabek's side. "Come. Beka. It looks like I need to cool my head," he growled.

Nikiforov looked among those who remained. "Any others?"

"I-I am…so…" Mila sniffed, but she couldn't find the word for her deep sorrow. "W-Where are they? We have to bury them."

"You'll find them in my father's study. I'm sure they are dust by now, however…"

She wiped her eyes. "Fine. Come, Georgi."

Eventually, it was just him and Chris.

Vitya turned, walked up the short staircase back to his cup of blood and finished it off. "And for the record," he wiped his mouth, "Mama died of a broken heart. I didn't lay a hand on her."

"They'll come for him, Vitya…" The blonde folded his arms. "And before you say it, I know you better than you think."

A silver brow rose. "Really now?"

Giacometti rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. I know, I failed you. But you failed yourself, Vitya. One day, you're going to see that."

"Yu~ri!" Vitya sung as he dragged in a human within Yuri's cell the next day. "Happy Birthday, Y~uri!"

Yuri rubbed his tear stained face as he sat up with a start from the cold floor, having cried to sleep for the second night in a row.

'Is it morning out there?' Yuri briefly wondered before a frightened, young woman was brought before him, half falling into his lap.

"Drink up, Yu~ri~!" Vitya encouraged. "It's been awhile, da?"

He couldn't deny that it hadn't been, he couldn't deny his nature, nor need. But the partaking was hardly satisfying as a pit of worry grew larger in his stomach.

Soon Vitya came over and lifted the human off Yuri's lap once the woman had fainted after several gulps.

"W-Wait, what are you doing? She's-"

Vitya brought her up into an embrace, holding the back of her limp head in his hand. "Still fresh, no?"

Yuri scrambled up. "Please, don't!"

"Ah~omph."

All Katsuki could do was kneel there and watch. If he had tried to pull them apart it would only cause injury.

Eventually a crumpled waste on the floor, Yuri checked for her heartbeat in vain though she was clearly dead.

Vitya wiped his mouth. "Come on, don't tell me you suddenly care."

Yuri scrambled up, pulling in his kimono about himself as he no longer had anything to tie it shut. "What I care about is how cold you've become."

Blue eyes dimmed. "Is that so?"

"You hurt me, Vitya," Yuri felt the tears again. "Wake up and see what you're doing!"

Vitya stumbled back as if he'd taken a punch in the gut. "Y-Yuri…I…"

Yuri wiped his eyes and came forward. "But I still love you. And I'll -sniff- forgive you for I don't know what you had gone through. Y-Your heat. Right? Th-that wasn't you," he rationalized, though a part of him felt it was in vain. "J-Just please, tell me," he reached out for Vitya's cheek, "Speak to me. Let me be your side…"

Nikiforov clamped his hand around Yuri's wrist by his face. "Why do you insist on leaving?"

Yuri shook his head. "I-I'm not! B-But a cell? Come on I-"

Vitya frowned and pushed Yuri back. "I don't want them to take you away!" He turned and kicked the jail bars upon the final word of his declaration before bolting out of the space.

"No wait!" Yuri was too late and clutched the icy bars instead as Vitya relocked him in. "Please! Don't keep me here!"

Vitya shot a hand in between the bars to wrap it behind the back of his love's head and crushed their lips together for a moment before pulling back. "I just want you safe," he pried Yuri's fingers off his shirt. "I'll be back later tonight."

Katsuki blanched at what that could mean, but shook his head to focus just as Vitya turned to leave. "N-No wait! Please! Vitya!"

Three days of it, rinse and repeat. Pleas and imploring.

Each night it hurt, each night Yuri's heart broke further.

Lying on the floor, dry of tears, Yuri laid unmoving as he barely registered the jail cell opening again behind him.

"Y-Yuri?"

'Phichit?'

"Yuri!"

Katsuki looked over his shoulder as his friend rushed to his side and help sit him up. "How are you here?" He whispered numbly.

Phichit looked him over. "How else? Your mother's Blood Sense told her where you were. What happened?! Why are you here like this?!"

"M-Mother?" Yuri's eyes went wide. "They're here?!"

"Mari was left home to look after things while your parents and I flew after you."

Yuri stood up with Phichit's help. "I-I don't understand. I-I though he'd disown me by now."

"Honestly, Yuri," Chulanont shook his head. "to disown you or not, your parents still love you…even if Toshiya is a hard nut to crack, heh."

Yuri stepped forward before looking at his disheveled state. "That means my mother…" Yuri gasped, "I can only imagine how furious she might be."

"You have no idea." Phichit nodded, opening the door again. "I had to force Vitya to give up the keys and Georgi looked like he was going to deck him personally."

The two rushed down the stairs of the tower. Running down the hall, Phichit saw a sash decorating a table and halted to hand it to Yuri he could tie his kimono shut.

"Um…are you going to tell me why your clothes are ripped or do I need to take a guess?"

Yuri remained quiet as he worked the satin sash around his waist.

Phichit clenched his fists. "That bastard," he spoke between clenched teeth. "We are so out of here!"

Yuri had finished the knot but grabbed his friend's sleeve. "Wait! I-its not what-"

Phichit took his shoulders. "Yes it is. Don't you cover for him anymore, Yuri."

"B-But! I- hgn…!" Yuri put his shaking head in his hands.

Grey eyes softened. "Yuri…please…"

"I-I…A~h!" Katsuki clenched his chest over his heart with one hand before Phichit drew him into a tight embrace.

"Yuri…Yuri, please, hold on. Let's get to your parents and leave."

Katsuki sobbed for another minute in his friend's shoulder before he nodded.

They made their way down the hallways at a much slower pace, but the two eventually heard the clanging sounds of swords. The sounds of which spurred them on to walk faster and soon run on over to the foyer, but had arrived just in time to witness the end.

"This duel is mine, Toshiya Katsuki," Vitya declared as he retracted his skewered sword.

"N-!" Yuri felt his whole self violently shudder as he brought his hands to his face. "NO~!"

Before Yuri took even five steps he saw mother collapse in the corner of his eye. She was caught by Mila, who dropped to the ground with her in her arms. "Okasan!" He changed direction and rushed to his mother's side. Once there, on his knees Yuri took her into his arms from the redhead and cradled the short woman instead. "Please! No!"

Her hand weakly draped over his while she looked up into her son's eyes while Mila rose up and held onto Georgi beside her in tears.

"Tobu…" She whispered in Japanese.

Fly.

Much like Anya, she too was lost within minutes over the despair of losing her mate. Shell shocked Yuri remained, staring at his mother's absent face until he heard a charging cry from behind.

"You fucking bastard!"

Yuri whipped his head to the side. "Phichit, no!"

Chris rushed forward and stopped the furious man from going any further.

"Chris! Let me go!" Phichit demanded as he swung his punches and kicked his legs in the air.

"I-It was a duel!" Chris struggled to keep the shorter man from tackling Vitya. "H-His father challenged him for Yuri! W-We can't do anything!"

"Whatever! Was it a duel to rape him too?!" Phichit accused, his voice echoing in the room. "Was it?! You don't deserve him, Nikiforov!" He spat.

Vacant without remorse, Vitya continued to wipe his blade down. "He's mine."

Cold and final.

While a pin would drop, a metal band hit the marble floor instead.

Yuri spun around on his heel without a word, enveloping himself into a bat and flew towards the front door.

The noise of the metal on marble, that faint 'enough of this' jolted Vitya up with a start. He looked up just in time to see Yuri was trying to leave.

Vitya dropped the blade. "N-No…No! Where are you going?"

Phichit took this moment to run. He ran for all he was worth with Vitya behind him while Chris took after in last.

Phichit threw open the door and transformed to join Yuri who flew out, up, and away.

"Yuri, wait!" Vitya cried as he ran out onto the well trodden snow of the castle grounds. "Wait!"

Chris latched onto Vitya's arm and held on. "You can't go after him!" He bellowed as he struggled to hold his friend back. "They'll kill you in Japan!"

The silver prince struggled in vain anyway. "But I-!"

'What have I done?! No! No! No!"

Chris pushed and followed it up with a slug across Vitya's face. "You fucked up! Leave him be!"

Vitya, cradling his face in the snow, scrambled up on to his feet before he let it all out to the moon and stars above.

"YUR~I~!"

….

I'm going to sit here in my corner in a Time Out for a while… T.T

This is what I get for building up tension and wants timeline contrast. *ugly cries into her chibi print YOI pillowcase but thanks you for reading*

Please no spoilers.