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Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.

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Chapter 2

Reunion

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"Are you okay?"

The genuine concern did not register in Yuuri's mind as he stared at the stranger in front of him - or rather he was held by the said stranger like a lover would - who was speaking to him at the moment.

The stranger was beautiful.

There was something different about him unlike the rest of people. Something otherwordly and ethereal. Something eternal. He was not sure why he thought of that but looking into his deep icy blue eyes, making him feel something familiar and nostalgic. His chocolate hued eyes trailed the man's figure. He was tall. Taller than Yuuri at least a head. And he was fit and being flushed with him, Yuuri could feel his slender and yet muscular form. He was perfect and beautiful. Those icy blue orbs, straight nose, thin pink lips, high aristocratic cheekbones and soft unmarred pale skin.

Though it was too paled that it was bordering sickly.

And his hair...his hair was platinum colour and it was long like an overflowing waterfall that rested on his shoulders and back. Unconsciously, he reached his hand out to feel those silky strands weeving through his fingers smoothly. He watched transfixed as the platinum strands shone under the sunlight.

"...Beautiful."

He whispered before he realized what he had done and jumped backward, out of the stranger's embrace. Instantly, he missed being in this man's warmth. Blushing, he looked down and trying to still his speeding heartbeat. 'Calm down, Yuuri.' He thought to himself.

"Yuuri, are you okay?"

He nodded his head, face still hot with embarrassment when something dawn to him. Yuuri. The stranger had called his name when this was their first time meeting. He looked up to see the deep, genuine concern from the beautiful man. Even if he was a stranger, he felt a deep attraction to this male.

"How did you know my name?"

He asked in confusion. He looked down his shirt and for sure he did not wear his name tag. He looked up again to see a brief flash of longing and worry in those icy blue orbs. It was just a second and Yuuri thought perhaps he was mistaken. No way it was true. They never met and Yuuri was not a forgetful person. Not when he had met with this devastatingly gorgeous being.

"...Ah, I saw your nametag back at the store when I went there to buy something."

'Oh... that's why he knows my name,' he thought a bit disappointed before he frowned in confusion. Why would he upset with it? He was nothing to the stranger, just someone who was about to be hit by a truck. The man was kind to save him before he lost his life. Thanking him, that was about the right thing he should do.

He bowed down and say his thanks, "Thank you for saving me."

"No. It's fine."

Yuuri raised his bowed head and straightened his back. He smiled at the stranger. "Can we meet tonight after my shift ends? My shift ends at seven. I want to treat you to a dinner for saving me back there." He said and when the stranger just stared at him without saying anything for two minutes, he scrambled his words and blushed for suddenly invited this beautiful man to a dinner. "Ah! That's it... if you do not have a meeting with someone already. If you don't mind receiving a dinner treat from a total stranger."

It was slow but finally, the man nodded his head. His beautiful silky platinum hair swept by the wind as he smiled at him, warm and sweet. "Thank you, I will accept your invitation then. I will see you tonight."

The stranger said and gave a short bow before he walked away down the streets. Yuuri watched him walking until he could not see him among the sea of crowd. He sighed in relief before he decided his stomach was not hungry anymore. He walked back to the store, saying his thanks to his coworker for filling his job before he wore his apron and put on his name tag:

Katsuki

And he just realised his nametag did not read his first name.

What in the world was happening? The stranger said he saw his name from his nametag but it did not show his first name, only his last name. He frowned in confusion. Did he hear wrong? He shook his head. No. Even though he was far sighted, he was not deaf. The beautiful stranger definitely said he saw it from his nametag.

Ding!

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the bell chimed signalling a coming costumer. "Welcome!" He greeted as he watched the customer picking a lunch box and a bottle of Pocari. He put the items in a plastic bag before he received the money and gave the changes back. "Thank you! Come again!" He said his thanks and another customer came again, making him busy and forget about unsettling feelings he had for a certain someone.

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"Yuuri, are you okay?"

His reincarnated spouse looked at him in confusion and wary. He looked down on his shirt and looked back at him. Victor just stared at the dark haired beauty with longing and worry.

"How did you know my name?"

Ah... so, he was still named Yuuri in this era. Victor bit his tongue at his carelessness. How could he call his spouse with his name? Of course he was suspicious when a total stranger suddenly knowing of his name. He wrecked his brain, trying to find an excuse before he remembered that Yuuri wore a nametag in the shop. That was it! He should just say that.

"...Ah, I saw your nametag back at the store when I went there to buy something."

He inwardly nodded at his reply. There it did not sound stalkerish anymore. He watched as the cashier's face cleared of any doubt. He silently cheered and kept watching when a myriad of emotions painting Yuuri's face. What he did not understand was the disappointment. Before it changed to a confusion. The young man before him lightly shook his head before he bowed low.

"Thank you for saving me."

He immediately responded. "No. It's fine." Of course, he would save him. In this era, he would not let his spouse die before his eyes again. Not after the first time.

The man then raised his bowed head and smiled at him. Such a warm smile. It brought back the old memories when his consort would smile at everything he did. "Can we meet tonight after my shift ends? My shift ends at seven. I want to treat you to a dinner for saving me back there." Yuuri said and Victor was rendered speechless - he could not believe his luck - for two minutes, when he still did not reply, the smaller male scrambled for his words and blushed in embarrassment. "Ah! That's it... if you do not have a meeting with someone already. If you don't mind receiving a dinner treat from a total stranger."

Silly Yuuri.

There was no way he would meet with the other when he received an invitation from his beloved. He smiled as he tugged his long strands of hair that were swept by the wind behind his ear. "Thank you, I will accept your invitation then. I will see you tonight."

He said and bowed to the dark hair beauty. He walked slowly when all he wanted was to stay there all day and night to talk with his love. But, Yuuri did not know him in this era and he had to be careful else the man would find out about his true nature.

The undead.

His eyes narrowed. He had been called so many things during the past century when someone found out about his true self. Zombie, vampire, dracula, the ghost, monster and so many degrading name calls. All of those names were just a myth and it all started with him. But, even if he was called those names, he never killed a soul. Despite being an undead, he was still human deep inside his dark soul. He was just a cursed man, living an eternal life until he found his beloved.

And he had found him.

What should he do now? He could never tell him about his feelings, about all the things they shared century ago. Yuuri would think he was crazy. He frowned. Even if he wanted to profess his love, he could not. Not if it would kill him. He just wanted to feel love again after such a long time even if he had to hide his feelings. It was going to hurt him. He knew that. But, what was an undead could do?

He was never given many choices in his new life.

He stopped walking and realised he was in front of an apartment he shared with his companion. He thought back at what happened last night and felt guilty for getting angry at the blond. He was just too overwhelmed and anxious. He never thought that he would meet his reincarnated beloved after all this time. It was surreal. But, he was there and he was warm.

He sighed and knocked on the door, knowing that the younger always watched the television at this time. He heard a grunt and moment later the door was harshly opened.

"..." the blond just glared at him and kept the door opened as he walked back in silently and sat on the couch.

Victor grimaced and forced a smile on his face. He put away the shoes - he had been living in Japan for a year and slowly adapted to their culture and habits - and wore a pair of indoor slippers. He silently made his way to the couch beside his companion. He watched the furrowed brows of the angry male.

"...I am sorry for last night."

"Why do you care?" The angry voice was ladent with masked hurt.

"Because you are my friend, Yuri."

The blond was silent for a few moments before he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't say such a disgusting word."

He just chuckled, knowing that he had been forgiven. He breathed out in relief.

"...So, is it really him?"

Nodding his head, he smiled. "I may live a long life and very forgetful but I could never forget his scent." He whispered longingly. "Also, I just know that is him, my Yuuri."

Blond brows furrowed before its owner spoken. "And what would you do? The curse... oh shit!" He stared at him in panic. "Did your heart start beating again?"

Victor again nodding his head. His smile tight.

Yuri bit his lower lip worriedly before he spoke. This time his voice filled with fear and anxiety. "Are you going to say your feelings?" His voice lowered a bit. "...Are you going to die, Vitya?"

He just shook his head and smiled sadly. "...I don't know, Yuri. I just don't know," he paused as he rested his head on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "This is my curse. I know it will be hurt just loving him when I am in this undead body but not being able to tell Yuuri my feelings will hurt more.."

He felt tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His new beating heart felt constricted and the feelings were unfamiliar to him after living a century without beating heart.

"It hurts so much..." he whispered brokenly, eyes closed tightly. "It hurts but I still want to love him..."

He felt arms embracing him. He relished in the hold as he let a silent cry. It had been long last he cried and he did not like feeling this miserable, vulnerable. Last he cried was when he buried his prince consort into his grave. That day was also the day his heart ceased beating and his body stopped aging.

The day he was reborn as an undead.

"It's going to be fine, Vitya." He felt Yuri's arms tightening around him and he felt the tremors that racked the smaller body. "You're going to live."

He hoped so.

But... deep down he knew, there was nothing could undo this curse. He was doomed to have a dark soul until the day he died.