"Why the hell do I have to go with you? I know you don't think I care if the pork cutlet bowl was hurt," Yuri Plisetsky huffed as he sat on a plane with Yakov.

The blond teenager was beyond pissed off, however it was not clear with whom he was angry. Was it being forced to fly all of the way to japan at ungodly hours of the morning? Was it the fact that his time with Otabek had been interrupted? Or was it that he was on some level, deep down, actually worried about his fellow skaters?

"That stupid pork cutlet bowl better not be too badly hurt. I still have to kick his and Victor's asses on the ice.

"You are here because I am your coach and I said so is the short answer and the only one you need," the old coach said.

There was a bigger reason at play but he didn't want to scare the boy. If someone was after Vitya or those close to him, the blond Yuri could be in danger as well. But Yakov was not about to tell the teenager this, so instead he used a very legitimate excuse.

"There is also the matter of your training. You won't be allowed to slack off, even if it means we use the rink Yuri Katsuki uses until we can go home," Yakov snapped, closing the subject.

Luckily, his pupil seemed to accept this as a fact that could not be changed. The two fell silent as the plane flew closer to Vitya and Yuuri.

XXXXXXXXXX

"Mr. Nikiforov," came the voice of one of the detectives from earlier, "thank you for the call. You said you had something for us?" he said as he stepped into Yuuri's hospital room, "I need to express how much this means and I promise my team will do their best to get this cleared up. I also wanted to ask you to limit your time with the press. We don't want any information to get out that we don't want released. Like the fact this little one is talking if only a little."

The detective looked at Seva, who was fast asleep next to Yuuri, holding his Daddy's hand while he slept. With that, the detective moved to take his leave, but stopped short with his hand on the door handle.

"My boss thinks it would be best to put one of my men at the door as protection against anyone who may want to hurt Yuuri or your family. I agree but I would like to know what you think," he said.

Victor's eyes widened for a moment.

"I think that may draw unwanted attention," Victor answered, "but my family's safety comes first. So, do what you have to do. I do have one…well, it is more than a request, but I don't know what else to call it. The man you leave can't have dark hair. It will frighten my son. I'm sure you remember his reaction to you and your partner before. I know this is an odd and perhaps difficult request with us being in Japan, where a lot of people have dark hair and eyes."

Victor was stopped by the detective who held up a hand to stop the skater from talking.

"I understand," he assured Victor, "Luckily, I have a few men who are part of my unit, that are not originally from Japan, so they don't have dark hair or eyes. I will make sure one of those men are posted. Your comfort is important, as well as your safety."

With that, he was gone after getting a list of people to be allowed to enter the room.

"Victor" Minako said.

She was going to tell him to go back to Yu-Topia, but she knew he would not listen to her. So, instead, she did the only thing she could do, and that was pull him into a hug.

"I am going to go. I will be back tomorrow, probably with Yuuri's family. Try to get some rest," she said as she left.

What a mess…she pondered.

Victor sat in a chair in the corner of the room and without realizing it, nodded off into sleep.

The next thing he knew, he woke up the next morning to find Seva asleep in Yuuri's bed, but Yuuri was gone. Victor sat bolt upright, jumping out of the chair and pushing the nurse call button before running into the hall just in time to see a gurney with a body bag on it being pushed away. He reached out a shaky hand, pulling it open to find his husband stone cold and still…clearly dead. Victor started screaming.

"Mr. Nikiforov," came a voice into Victor's sleeping mind.

The nurse shook the sleeping man, who was clearly having a nightmare. She let out a relieved sigh when the skater opened his eyes.

"Are you all right? That must have been one hell of a dream," she said, glad he was staying mostly calm.

"Yuuri," Victor said, feeling like he had swallowed rocks.

His heart was still racing as he looked around the room and spotted Seva sitting on the window sill, looking outside.

"Has Yuuri gone for more tests?" he asked, seeing his husband's bed empty.

He could not shake his dream. But he visibly relaxed when the nurse confirmed that Yuuri was having some more scans done and would be back soon. After the nurse left, Victor went and scooped Seva up. "Hello, my little one. What do you think we should do? Go find something to eat?"

Victor kissed the boys head. Suddenly, he could hear a commotion in the hall.

"Stay here" he said, setting Seva on the hospital bed.

"You can go in sir, but I'm afraid the young man is not on the approved list. He has to stay out here," the officer tasked with protecting the little family was calmly trying to explain to Yakov.

"Yakov!"

Victor was relieved to see the old man, but then it registered that there was another person next to the old coach.

"It's ok officer. Yurio is a friend. He can be approved," Victor said.

By this time, Yuuri had been brought back into the room. After he was settled, Seva went right back to laying in the bed with his Daddy. The boy and his daddy ignored the next thing that came out of Yurio's mouth.

"See, I told you. I know the pork cutlet bowl. I am allowed to be here."

Yurio smirked at the cop with his normal attitude, which was bad with a capital B. The blond moved to go into the room, but he found himself backed into a corner by Victor who had a focused look on his face as he looked at the teenager.

"You can go in Yuuri's room, but none of your normal crap, Yurio. You'll scare Seva, and I swear to god, if you scare our son, you're done. Is that clear?"

Victor's voice was like ice. He waited for Yurio to answer, not letting the boy out of the corner until he got one.

"Crystal," Yurio said as he walked with Victor towards and into Yuuri's room.

Suddenly something dawned on him.

"Wait, did you say son? You and the piggy have a son? OW!" Yurio exclaimed, suddenly jumping on one leg, holding the other in the shin area where Seva had run up to kick the blond as hard as he could, "Why you little…"

Yurio reached for the boy, who had already climbed back into the bed with Yuuri. Yurio growled as the boy stuck out his tongue and spoke a single sentence.

"Don't call my daddy names, meanie!"

"That's my boy," Victor said, smirking, "I told you not to annoy Yuuri or bother our son."

"I wasn't bothering anyone!" Yurio objected loudly, "I wasn't calling him names. I was saying what he is. It's called telling the truth. Not that you'd know anything about that when you're so old and forgetful you can't remember what the truth is!"

"Hmm, I think you'd better take that back," Victor warned him, moving in between the scowling Yurio and the now angry Seva, who was trying to get around his father to give the foul-mouthed Russian skater another feisty kick, "I'm not sure I can keep him from giving you what you deserve for insulting my sweet pork cutlet bowl."

"Grr! Let him try," Yurio began.

"Yuri, shut it!" Yakov snapped, "If you can't stop causing trouble, then wait outside with the guards."

"I don't want to be here anyway. I'll just wait in the…whoa!" the Russian skater yelped as Yakov wrapped a hand around his wrist.

"You'll stay here and you'll SHUT UP!" the old man roared, "Do what you're told."

"What the hell, old man? You just told me to go out…"

"Just stay right there and don't talk!"

"Crazy old fart!"

Yurio continued to scowl and mutter under his breath as he dropped into a chair near the door in a huff. Satisfied that he wouldn't be causing any more trouble for the moment, Yakov turned his attention to Victor.

"We should talk about this situation," Yakov said in a concerned tone, "You know, I told you back when you were seeing that boy, Anton, that it wasn't a good idea. But being yourself, you didn't listen to me, and I think now you are beginning to see why you should have listened."

"Be nice, Yakov," Victor complained, "I didn't know back then that Anton was doing anything bad, and even if I had, you can't help who you fall in love with."

"Idiot!" Yakov spat, "This is why you are always crashing headlong into trouble and doing stupid things!"

He continued ranting for a few minutes in Russian as Victor gazed back at him wordlessly, barely seeming to hear. When the old man calmed and stopped for a breath, he jumped back in.

"I know you are angry at me for not listening to you and for dating Anton. I knew that already. You've scolded me a billion times. Can we just try to solve the problem. Someone just tried to kill Yuuri, and that person may have done that because of something to do with Anton, or it could just have been something else. We have to get to the bottom of this. Yakov, Seva could be in danger. He has been remembering things about a dark-haired man who may have been involved in Anton's death. I know that Seva was found with Anton's body, but no one knows for sure what the boy saw. What we do know is that dark-haired men, except for Yuuri seem to frighten him. He hasn't been able to talk enough to tell us everything. I'm not even sure if he fully remembers everything. But from what he has said, I'm convinced that Anton's death wasn't an accident. The police in Russia agree with me, and the investigator here in Japan who is looking into what happened to Yuuri is also trying to determine if there is a connection."