AN: I know this is short but I need to post something or I'll go crazy.
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Chapter 6
Distance
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It had been three days since his breakdown. The long haired undead was lounging in the couch as his eyes fell on the television. Though, his eyes did not see anything and his mind was empty. His hands fiddled with the ring on his small finger as he continued to stare nothing at the contraption.
He did not register the weight down beside him on the double couch. He jumped in surprise when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Surprised, he almost hit the person only to see his blond companion who was dodging his hand.
"Damn it, bastard! What the hell?!"
Oh. It was Yuri.
Sighing, he retracted back his hand and put it on his laps. "Sorry, Yuratchka."
The smaller undead just shook his head and rested his head on the couch. "Are you okay, Victor?"
He shook his head. He would not be lying and beside, lying was not in his life dictionary. "No. I'm not."
A hand tightened on his shoulder and he knew that his small friend was worried and concerned about him. Of course he would because usually Victor would be playing around and not serious with his words unless it was important and necessary. Or when he felt really down. Just like these days.
"Hey..."
"Hm..." icy blue eyes stared deep into sea green orbs.
Victor saw as his companion from 70 years ago bit his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"You never did tell me what happened that day." Yuri paused as he tried to gauge his reaction. But, he just kept silent. "What happened when you went to meet that reincarnated consort of yours?"
Victor took a shuddered breath before he slowly let it out.
He smiled forlorn as he twisted the ring on his small finger before he slipped it out and read the words writing on it.
"Victor loves Yuuri."
"..." the blond haired undead was silent as he waited with unusual patience.
"I gave this ring to Yuuri when I proposed to him under the moonlight surrounded with
red roses that he loved so much inside my castle's garden." His voice was low and full with reminiscene as he retold one of his most precious memories. "Yuuri was surprised at first and I had to convince him that it was not a dream," Victor let out a low chuckle. "But after I kissed him and convinced him it was not a dream, Yuuri finally said, "Yes"."
He put the ring back into his small finger and smiled at the sea green eyed male. "We were so happy back then... we were really in love..."
Yuri patiently listening though it was not his biggest point.
"That day... I visited him and we had a talk. Then, suddenly he said he loved me..." at the end of the sentence, Victor's voice broken. He lifted his head and stared brokenly at the smaller male. "Yuuri loves me, Yuratchka. Even in this era, Yuuri still loves me. B-But I... I c-can't... I-I love him but I can't tell him that!"
The undead Yuri was silent. He wanted to help Victor... but how? He could not do anything except asking Victor to forget about the reincarnated Yuuri. Doing so, would help Victor to live a long time but at the same time, it was the same as killing him - killing the last thing living inside him, his emotion. The older male might be an undead but he still possessed emotion. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and gritted his teeth. "Honestly, I wish I could help you, Vitya. But, I can't. Except to ask you to forget about Yuuri which I know you would not. This is so complicated. But, I also you want to be happy."
"I can't Yura... loving him but not telling him would make me devastate. But telling Yuuri would kill me and the prospective of leaving Yuuri alone after telling I love him would surely kill him from the inside. I've known what it felt like living alone and I don't want Yuuri to experience that."
Yuri just watched silently as the older male poured out all his miseries. He wanted to help. He really was but how? How could they undo the curse? It was so powerful enough that nothing could broken it. It was made using a sacrifice of life and only with an offer of another life would they be able to break it.
And it must be a soul of someone dear to the cursed one.
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So cold.
But it also so hot.
Yuuri was shivering. He was bundled in layers of blanket. It had been four days since he came up with a cold. And it had been a week the first time his heart was broken. After coming up with a fact that Victor had played and broken his heart, Yuuri had spent the entire day, crying his heart out. He did not leave his home for three days and he did not eat anything during those days.
He also did not come to work and had sent a message to his coworker, Minami, telling him he was sick. Heart sick indeed though because of his neglegance to his body, he really got sick later on the fourth day.
Luckily, Minami was always kind to him and if not because of that smaller male, perhaps, Yuuri would die because of sickness and hunger. The boy had visited him everyday, taking care of him and making sure he was eating right, drinking a lot of fluid and ate medicine.
There was a knock on the door before its opened.
Yuuri only let that person come by themselves since he knew only Minami had his keys - temporary so he could take care of the sick him. He heard the kitchen being used and soon, his bed dipped slightly by a weight.
"Yuuri, wake up."
He blearily opened his eyes and coughed. "Minami..."
"Can you sit up? You need to eat and after that take some medicine."
Yuuri pushed himself to sit and leaned against the headboard. He stared dazedly at the smaller and younger male and opened his mouth when he was asked for. Repeteadly they would continue with the fashion when Minami would feed him and Yuuri would eat. After a few minutes the porridge finally finished and Minami done with giving medicine to the sick.
"The temperature has gone down." Minami said as he put down the thermometer and smiled widely at the raven haired male. "Go back to sleep Yuuri. I'll stay here since I have a day off."
Yuuri nodded his head, feeling asleep once again filled him as he descended to the darkness with nightmare of his dying again plaguing his restless sleep.
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Kenjiro once again had to sooth the crying sleeping man. His eyebrows furrowed as he spoke soft and soothing words to the sick male. When Yuuri went back to sleep, he heaved a heavy sigh and stared down at his secret crush. Yes. He did love Yuuri. At first it was only an infatuation buy soon he discovered that he was in love with the timid and nice male. But, he did not have a courage to tell Yuuri his feeling, afraid if Yuuri would hate him because of it.
That was why, Kenjiro would hide it. Deep inside his heart and only let Yuuri know that he was his inspiration.
Not more than that.
"No... d-don't..."
"Shh... Yuuri-kun, it's alright... sleep." He said softly as he brushed his hand over the sweaty bangs and leaned down to kiss the soft forehead. "It's okay... I'm here with you."