Pairings: Viktor/Yuuri

Warnings: AU Universe. Non canon. Brief mentions of real life disasters. More confident Yuuri

Disclaimer: I do not own Yuri on Ice or any of the characters, but the OC characters belongs to me

Chapter Two: Yuuri

Thirteen-year-old Minami Kenjiro was almost bouncing with excitement in his seat even as his homeroom teacher left to make their meal orders for lunch. Around him, his classmates can only shake their heads with amusement at their excitable classmate's antics.

"Seriously, settle down, will you?" His best friend reprimanded him. "I know that you're excited and all as this is our first field trip, but you don't have to act like a sugar high addict."

A classmate seated at the same table they were laughed. "Minami wouldn't be Minami if he isn't acting like a kid high on sugar," he teased, and their table as well as the two tables next to them laughed.

It is fortunate that the eatery that their teacher had elected to take them to for their lunch is pretty quiet and empty at the moment, as the entire class alone had taken up nearly half the tables in the eatery.

"I was just excited." Minami pouted, but he ceased his bouncing, much to his classmates' relief. "It is our first field trip."

"Don't forget that it is also a career advisory field trip." Their class representative reminded them from three tables down. With his words, it cast a gloom over the entire class—as they are reminded of the report they have to turn in at the end of the field trip where they have to decide what path they want to take for their future careers.

"I just don't get why we're being made to consider this when we're only in our first year in middle school." One classmate complained, laying his head on the table. "I mean, my elder sister was in her third year of high school when they have to start considering career plans."

"Didn't you tell me that your sister panicked when they told her that, and coupled with the stress of college entrance exams, it almost sent her to a psychiatrist?" His neighbour asked, and his classmate blushed.

"All right, I get your point." His classmate grumbled. "But this early in our lives? I don't even know what I want to do!"

"Hence why they're taking us to the civil office where they have an overview of most of the civil careers like being a firefighter and such if we want to go that path." Their class representative remarked calmly. "Besides, I heard Suzuki-sensei said that it is always best for us to decide what we want to do early so that we can get internships and training opportunities early."

"Career advancement, huh?" Minami's best friend mused. "I honestly have no idea what I want to do. I like reading however. Maybe a librarian or a writer?" He murmured to himself. "Minami, what about you?"

"I have no idea." Minami sighed, half sprawling himself over the table. "I thought maybe I want to be a professional ice skater, but when I consider the fees that are involved, it might just bankrupt my family. They already have to take out bank loans for my brother's college education. And I'm only in ice-skating for fun. I have no desire to skate professionally."

Minami had an uncle who used to be a professional ice dancer, and hence, had been the one to introduce the young Minami to ice skating when he was only five years old. Hence, Minami had been skating since he was little, though he had been doing it as a hobby rather than professionally.

"Well, we have another six months to think about what we want to do before turning in the career advancement forms." The class representative said as a means of comfort.

"I guess." Minami sighed, still sprawled over the table. Finally, he seemed to realise that someone seems really quiet, and looked up only to see that the assistant class representative seemed quite pale. "Hey Todou. You okay? You seem rather pale."

As one, all heads swivelled towards Todou who had been seated at Minami's table. And true to his words, he does seem rather pale. Minami had never known why people described as 'looking green'. But he has to admit that Todou indeed seems to 'look green' at the moment. And there is even a sheen of sweat visible on his brow. He also seems to be breathing rather heavily at the moment, making Minami worry that he is about to suffer from an asthma attack of some sort.

"Todou, are you okay?" The class representative asked, worried. "Do you want me to call Suzuki-sensei?" He looked over at their teacher who is still at the counter making orders for their lunch.

This commotion caught the attention of two young men who must be in their early twenties at best who is seated not too far away from them. One seems to be Japanese, and he wore glasses. His friend seems to be foreign, though he seems to understand Japanese well enough.

College students on break perhaps?

"I-I'm fine—"

Whatever that Todou is about to say was cut off as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he collapsed to the ground before convulsing violently, amidst terrified screams from his classmates who were all screaming for their teacher.

"Sensei!"

"Suzuki-sensei! Help!"

"Todou!"

Minami and his two other seatmates are quick to assist, seeing as how they were seated at the same table as Todou. The small pre-teen was quick to cushion Todou's head on his lap, wondering what to do even as the convulsions seem to grow more violent.

"Don't let him bite his tongue!" The class representative shouted to Minami.

At this point, Minami began looking around for something for Todou to bite on. He'd seen on television how paramedic and doctor dramas handle people having seizures and fits after all.

"Here." Minami's best friend handed him a stick found in the utensils holders on their table probably meant to stir the soup or something.

"No, don't!" An unfamiliar voice stopped Minami from sticking the stick into Todou's mouth, and the pre-teen looked up only to see the two young men he had seen earlier squeezing through the crowd of frightened students together with their teacher and one of the eatery staff. "You mustn't put anything in his mouth! It'll be worse if he swallow it!"

His friend, the foreigner was already slipping out of his coat and rolling it up. He then knelt down to the ground and gently cushioned Todou's head on it even as Todou convulsed violently on the ground.

"What should we do?" Suzuki-sensei asked the young man who had spoken. "What is happening to Todou-kun?"

"Is his name Todou?" The young Japanese directed this question to Suzuki-sensei who nodded frantically. "Okay. Phichit-kun, check if there is anything blocking his airways." He directed this to his foreign friend.

"All is clear." Phichit responded in heavily accented Japanese after prying Todou's mouth gently to follow his friend's instructions. The Thai man then moved his hand to Todou's forehead, and a frown appeared on his face when he realised how clammy and cold that the boy's skin had felt to the touch. Phichit then pressed two fingers to the pulse against Todou's neck, and his eyes widened. "He's not breathing."

Minami went pale even as Suzuki-sensei looked as if she would develop a full-blown panic attack with those words.

"Call an ambulance. Now!" The Japanese man told Suzuki-sensei who was quick to obey, fumbling into her pocket for her cellphone. "Give me some room!"

The scared students were quick to obey; all of them watching with awe even as the Japanese man got onto his knees—with his legs by either side of Todou's body and began pressing down onto Todou's chest with both hands—performing CPR.

"The ambulance is on the way." The staff member that had come over at the point when Todou had collapsed announced; apparently having called for the ambulance himself when Suzuki-sensei is too panicked to do so. "Five minutes, they say."

"Okay." The Japanese man nodded without turning around from his task even as he continuously performed CPF on Todou. "Come on. Come on. You have to help me out here, kid." He muttered in a voice low enough that only Minami who is the closest to him and Phichit could hear. "Come on, kid. Breathe for me!"

The next several minutes were probably the longest of Minami's life. He could only watch, terrified and yet awed at the same time, with both hands covering his mouth even as the Japanese man tried to resuscitate his classmate.

There were faint sounds of the ambulance sirens just then, and Minami could have cried with relief upon hearing it. "The ambulance! It's here!"

"I'll guide them!" The class representative volunteered, glad to have something to do, and he dashed off immediately.

He was soon back in a few minutes with about four paramedics all wearing the same dark navy blue uniforms, carrying a stretcher with them along with a large white box.

"What happened?" One of the paramedics who must be the leader directed this question to Suzuki-sensei who is obviously their teacher and not a foreigner, and thus, able to converse with them and hopefully able to answer their questions.

The other three members of his paramedic team were setting out the stretcher and even the large white box that seems to have a drip and even first aid tools in it.

"Convulsive seizure." Much to their surprise, Phichit answered in accented Japanese. "It happened about ten minutes ago."

"Any intervals?" The female paramedic who had a stethoscope, and is currently checking Todou's heartbeat questioned.

"No." The Japanese man who had performed CPR on Todou was the one to answer this time. "It happened once—lasting maybe about three minutes before he passed out and stopped breathing. Heart rate is below normal. Skin clammy. Cold sweat." He pointed at the parts where the organs are even as he spoke.

"All right. We need to get him to the hospital stat." The head paramedic decided. "Strap him in and let's go!" He turned towards the Japanese man and Phichit curiously even as his team were quick to obey their orders even as they packed their kit up and fixed a drip to Todou's arm. "Are you a doctor, sir?"

"No." The Japanese man answered even as he fished out a dark blue and silver pass in a transparent card holder from his pocket. Next to him, Phichit did the same thing. Minami vaguely caught the sight of a blue and white logo in the corner, with ID photos on the card. "Katsuki Yuuri." The man introduced himself for the first time. "We happened to be here on vacation before our return to the States. We're both paramedics. Internationally certified." He added.

'Paramedics…' Minami thought with wide and awed eyes even as the remaining paramedics pushed the stretcher with Todou out of the eatery, ready to rush him to the hospital. 'Can I do the same someday too? To help save people?' He stared at his clenched fist that just a moment ago had been shaking with fear. 'Can I be like him someday too?' Minami stared at Katsuki Yuuri who is now conversing with the head paramedic, talking about some medical jumbo that he couldn't understand. 'Can I save people someday in the future too?'

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~Michigan Fire Department; United States of America~

"Hey, who's this 'Yuuri Katsuki'?" was the first thing out of Georgi Popovich's mouth the moment he had walked into the office of the Second Unit of the Michigan Fire Department, also arguably one of the best fire fighting units there are.

All those in the office looked up as one at Georgi's question.

"Yuuri?" Christophe Giacometti enquired curiously. "If it's the same Yuuri whom I knew when I sat for my NREMT certification a year ago, then I know him." He said. "He's a paramedic—one of the best too, from what I heard and know. Why are you asking?" He asked Georgi.

"Because Yakov just gave me this to hand to Alexei." Georgi answered the question, handing the paper in his hand to the leader of their unit who took it curiously. "He just said something about Yuuri Katsuki, and I was curious."

"What's it about, Alexei?" Viktor Nikiforov asked curiously.

Alexei said nothing for several moments, just scanning the paper in his hand before he looked up at the members of his unit. "They're sending a paramedic here in two weeks to give us a crash course on life saving techniques in the event of a fire and the paramedics are unable to get here in time," he explained.

Viktor almost winced, as it does happen occasionally—and too often for Viktor's liking. While the fire department and the paramedics have a good working relationship, the fact is that the Michigan EMS Department is located quite a distance away from the fire department; and hence, they couldn't always get to the scene in time.

Viktor knew that their chief firefighter, Yakov had been arguing with the city council about it. And it wasn't until a year ago when plans to develop a larger headquarters for both the fire department and the EMS department were put in motion. But as it is, it likely wouldn't be completed until next year or something. And until the building is completed, they have to work around their limitations, and this means that all firefighters have to learn emergency first aid and life saving techniques.

"Yuuri Katsuki is going to be the one sent here to teach us and First Unit." Alexei explained. "Someone named Phichit Chulanont will be the one teaching Third and Fourth. Fifth and Sixth will be another paramedic. Seems like all three served in the same unit."

"Hope that there won't be a fire on that day then." Chris pointed out. "It'll be nice to catch up with Yuuri again though." He smiled.

'Yuuri Katsuki, huh?' Viktor mused to himself with a smile. 'He has a beautiful name.'

A/N: Unlike some of my other stories, chapters for this story will be a lot shorter. But I can probably promise you quality chapters rather than length. And apologies, I know I promised Viktor and Yuuri's first meeting in this chapter, but seems like it'll be next chapter instead.

I hope that you like this chapter, and please read and review! Reviews give me inspiration to update!