Okay sod the story for one moment, and check out this fanart my friend Surya did it's pure lit: post/156975928025/victuuri-week-day-2-traveling-competition thank you please carry on. Sorry for the gap between updates though.

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I finally found him. He is on the ship after all and we have reunited at last. I could cry. I actually did earlier, on my way back here in front of several families. Utterly horrifying, but I will try not to dwell on that.

We are honestly the biggest pair of idiots on the planet. Is stupidity infectious? No, I doubt it. Besides, we are both our own brand of fool, as we keep proving time after time. Foolishly in love...

It was Viktor who saw me first. I was out on the poop deck with everyone, enjoying some sun and supervising a game of football- Takeshi and Guang Hong versus Leo and Phichit- whilst I helped Yuuko with the triplets. Axel kept climbing into the lifeboats and Loop had even hidden herself under a lady's skirt- leading to much apologising on mine and Yuuko's part, and much amusement on Takeshi's. At least Lutz just stuck to running away in whatever direction she fancied. They also seem to turn up at the worst moments too, when I am trying to confide in Yuuko about my various worries for the future and whether or not I had made a mistake. She always was a good listener, even when we were children.

I have opted to leave my diary in my room for the rest of the voyage, deep at the bottom of my luggage where no prying hands can reach it. The plan had been to keep it on me at all times, to make sure no one else was reading it, by some impossible chance. But by carrying it, all I seemed to have done was flash it before the few people on this ship who could actually read its contents. Loop has already attempted to swipe it once. At least the only three people to have the same room key cannot speak Japanese. Well, Phichit knows a handful of words and none of them are in relation to how perfectly imperfect Viktor is.

I cannot have anyone knowing what I have written, and am about to write. If I ever get round to writing it, instead of complaining about Yuuko's prying children.

As I started to write, it was Viktor who spotted me first. Or should that be, Makkachin. I heard a bark and there they were, over on the promenade deck, that great hefty poodle with his paws against the railings like he was trying to reach me. I have never been so overjoyed to see that big fluffbag.

When our eyes finally met, Viktor gave a mighty wave, and even from where I was standing, I could see that dazzling grin and how his eyes seemed to light up. He really got like that when he saw me… I do not understand either. But if he is happy to see me, things will be alright for a while.

Exchanging room and deck details was quick and hurried- I suppose there will be time for flowery words and emotional reunions when he gets here- and we both went inside to reunite in my cabin. It should be any minute now, and as I wait I write. Nothings. Irrelevancies. What do I even say now? No one is here, thankfully, as I was only on deck in the first place to escape Phichit's moping about that strange man he upset yesterday.

Any minute now… I do not know what to do.

Should I make myself look pretty? There is nothing i can really do here. I already washed my face in the little basin and tidied my hair back into a style I suppose could be considered neat.

What to do now? What to do now? What t

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Oh my diary, my heart is filled with such joys and hopes for the future. The gods have given me my Yuuri back, safe and on the ship with me where we can be together at last like I know we are destined to be. We will outlive the fear and hate and world around us, because we and our love are stronger and nothing can come between us, I am certain.

Well, it would be easier if my dear idiot had not booked himself a tiny cabin deep in the underbelly of the ship. It would be easier if I made time to actually double check with him, and help him pay for the trip that was my idea in the first place. But that is all in the past now. What matters is that I know where he is and have a chance of spending time with him.

I had to dress as modest as possible to blend in with the people of steerage class, and even then I feared I stood out. Yuuri did not comment on my appearance though, only on bundling me into his room to hold me close. We fell to the floor, arms and legs entangled, my hair on his nose and his glasses digging into my face as we laughed. How do I describe what I felt then? It was like our souls comforted each other with their mere presence, we were lost and then found. Complete. It sounds silly, I know, but it is the truth for me.

I wonder if Yuuri felt the same.

I smothered him in kisses until he pulled away, fearing one of his companions would come through the door at any given moment to catch us, which I agree would ruin things considerably. Maybe permanently. But even so, after that I still managed to sneak in a few. I cannot help myself at times, and all those times involve Yuuri. Lovely Yuuri.

When we had had our fill of touching and embraces- for the moment- he suggested we go outside to talk on deck. The weather was calm and he was feeling nervous stuck inside such a tiny little room, so out we went to find a little secluded sport on the starboard side. It was late afternoon, and before us, off in the distance and almost out of our view, the sun was setting beyond the front of the ship. People slowly made their way back inside as the world around us got colder and darker, but we carried on talking. About everything. Our worlds had been toppled in a month.

I hear his friend Phichit is on board too, which is nice to know. He is a good man, and it is a relief to know Yuuri has not had to do this alone, because I do worry for him sometimes. Yuuri is strong, but it is nice to know he always has people around him for when he needs them. Phichit knows what to do when he is upset, far better than I do, I must admit.

His other cabin mates sound pleasant, and I am glad to hear some old friends are aboard too. At least he has many loved ones around him and will not be too lonely. I will try to sneak him into my cabin at some point. Not for the entire trip, mind you, just a night at the most. It would probably be hours. But even so, I would make everything perfect for him, down to the view outside my window- I will have to keep track of the weather then. And order some wine. I doubt I could order food to be delivered without one of the stewards seeing Yuuri though. I doubt I have enough money to buy their silence.

I made sure he knew of my plans, to have something to look forward to on this trip. I do not know what the poor do for fun, given how much is off-limits to them. I mean, there is a dog show on Thursday that my little Makkachin will be performing in, but I doubt he will be allowed up to spectate.

Oh why must we spend this week so far apart? Still, at least we will have a long future together when this is all over, and I will make damned sure we never have to be apart again. Even if we have to go it alone, we will be together.

When it was finally time to say our goodbyes- when we were certain we would be missed-, it was with great reluctance that I let him walk back inside for dinner.

I missed him the moment he disappeared. He looked so beautiful as he left though.

Dinner will be a rather lonely affair for me, I suppose. Though it would be better if myself and Christophe do not get seated with that obnoxious Canadian couple again. Georgi finds them sweet, even if their stories of their honeymoon across Europe are somewhat envy-inducing for him. Am I jealous of their love? I doubt it. Something about them just makes me want to stay away.

Mr Leroy keeps talking about how he will inherit his fathers' company one day and be part of the New York social elite. Somehow, I do not see that happening. They did have an interesting story or two to tell, between the bragging, about a fortune teller who said they will be married happily for the rest of their lives- just what every honeymooning couple wants to hear when they have paid for a reading, I am sure-, and their cruise around the Mediterranean, and how the residents of Paris often turned their noses up at their dialect of French.

I feel it may be practice for when they deal with the residents of New York.

I will visit Yuuri tomorrow, bright and early so we can spend the day together, somehow and somewhere. We need to make the most of this holiday, as difficult as it may be, because the moment we reach America's shores it is back to work once more.

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I remember reading a book set on the Titanic where an American girl describes a couple as being unfashionable [as in not good enough for the New York social elite] purely because they were Canadian. I think about it sometimes, mostly whilst also thinking of JJBella. Still, at last our main couple have met.