So, a post (/post/183296471934/concept-the-whole-series-except-makkachin-is-the) by stammiviktor on Tumblr and the A Dog's Purpose movie (and book) inspired me to write this.
If you haven't heard of the book or movie, basically, it follows the life of a dog through the dog's perspective.
So, this fanfic is (kinda) YOI from Makkachin's perspective, but we're going to start very early,,,and uhhh the actual anime may just be an epilogue (or a collection of scenes or something, I haven't decided yet because I haven't written them yet). Makka is a girl in this one.
It's ben sooooooo long since I wrote this lol. I meant to post this,,, *checks watch* 3 years ago? Just about. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write like a dog. I needed a break and then that break ended up being 3 years ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I recently came back to it bc I recently fell back down my YOI rabbit hole/obsession. I showed it to a friend (who I recently got to join me in this graveyard) who encouraged me to post, so, despite the fandom basically being dead I'm banging pots and pans in the graveyard and seeing who wakes up.
When I first woke up, it was warm and I couldn't see anything. It didn't take me long to figure out…I couldn't open my eyes yet! But I could feel other warm bodies wriggling and yipping around me: my siblings! And I could smell our mom, and her milk. I clambered over the other wriggling bodies to find the source of her milk. I would push and shove if I really had to. I was hungry.
I guess it didn't really matter if I could see or not. I mostly napped all day, only waking to shove my way through my other siblings to get milk. There seemed to be a lot of us, because it always felt crowded when we were all feeding. As long as I got my fair share, I didn't mind. Though, some of my siblings yipped a lot more than others.
The first time I was able to open my eyes, I remember well because one of my siblings pounced on me. I called him Brother because he was the only boy dog out of the rest of my siblings. The rest of us were girl dogs. And he seemed to think because he was boy, he could pounce, but I was determined to set him straight. I didn't want to be pounced on. We wrestled a lot because of this.
I soon found out only one of my sisters had done all the crying and yipping. I couldn't believe she could make so much noise all the time. Even Mom snapped at her sometimes when she wouldn't be quiet. I called her Yip.
I had three other sisters. One of them was very active. Instead of wrestling Brother, though, she would jump a lot and put her paw up on the walls and doors that led to the room we were staying in. I called her Jump. The fourth sister always wanted to nap, even after we opened our eyes and began to wander and stumble over each other; she was Sleep. Finally, my last sister was a little smaller than the rest of us, so she was Small.
The room we were kept in the most was large, with a tile floor. There were a lot of towels laid down for Mom and us to lie on, though. There were two large machines in there, too. The humans who lived in the house would often come in a load what looked to be clothes into one the machines that would make them wet. Then the humans would take out the wet clothes and put it into the other machine, and the clothes would come out dry. And very, very warm.
Our Mom laid around a lot those first few weeks. She was dark brown with curly hair. Brother, Small, and I were also dark brown. But Yip, Jump, and Sleep were a light tan color, shiny almost. I couldn't figure out why they didn't look like Mom until a big dog that same color came in to greet Mom. I would soon come to realize it was Dad. When the humans came to check on us, Dad came, too. He mostly went to see Mom, but played a little when Brother and Jump tried to pounce on him. I was just glad Brother wasn't pouncing on me.
The humans in the house, as far as I could tell, consisted of two grown humans, both women. One of them had long, black hair. Her name was Irina. The other had short, light brown hair. Her name was Kira. They had two smaller humans, Pasha and Nina, who visited us a lot when we were very small. When we'd grown a little bigger and more coordinated, sometimes all four of them would take us out to the back yard to play and sniff and romp in the grass. I liked them a lot. They would squeal and laugh. They threw balls and sticks. I especially liked it when they played tug.
It was a very warm and happy home. I could tell the two women loved their two smaller kids a lot. And that their kids loved us a lot, too. Sadly, I knew that it was eventually going to end because the two women, though they loved me and my siblings, often felt sadness when watching us play with their two kids. At first, I wasn't sure what exactly that meant. Slowly, I figured it out, as people started visiting their home.
Families, couples, and other people started coming frequently. I knew they were coming because Irina and Kira would give off nervous energy, which made me nervous because I was afraid there was danger but could never tell where it was coming from. Pasha and Nina would grow sad, and they were often really quiet. When other people visited, Pasha and Nina sat with us and petted us but without the excitement or energy when we played in the yard.
My siblings were all too happy to go and greet the new visitors, who often petted us and played with us. They would pick us up and coo at us, call us "darling" or "cute" or "adorable." I was confused by this turn of events. This family clearly loved us, and I knew they were sad over these visitors, so why were they giving us away? Besides that, I found my heart wasn't in it. And I wasn't exactly sure why. I could feel the joy and love coming from the people who visited us, so I knew that they would be good to go home with. But when they tried to play with me or feed me treats, it was half-hearted on my part. Sometimes, I'd even stay near Pasha or Nina, or both of them if they were sitting together.
One by one, my siblings were taken away by these new people. Each time, they'd say goodbye to Mom and Dad, and then be carried out. I could tell Mom was very sad to see them go. Dad was always by her side whenever this happened, for support.
Then it was just me. I could feel Irina's and Kira's worry grow. But I didn't know why. Wouldn't that just mean I would continue to stay with them?
One afternoon, I was getting a belly rub from Nina, right after another family left.
Irina sighed as she closed the door. I could feel anxiety buzzing in her and even with the wonderful tummy rub I was receiving from Nina, it made me feel like there was danger. Of course, Dad would know if there was real danger. Since he wasn't growling or barking, I figured it was okay.
"Do you think she's sick?" Irina asked Kira, who also sighed while sitting back in a large chair. I was envious, I wasn't allowed up on any of the chairs in this room, or the sofa. But they looked incredibly soft and squishy.
"We'd taken them all the to vet and had them checked out," Kira replied. "The vet said they were all very healthy."
They both looked at me then and I wagged my tail, liking the attention. The worry still swirled in them, but Dad still wasn't reacting to anything, so I assumed there was no danger.
"Do you think she's an antisocial dog?" Kira's voice was hesitant and I could tell she didn't believe whatever she'd just asked.
Irina shook her head, frowning. "She was playful with the other puppies. And she's obviously great with kids."
"Can't we keep her, please?" Pasha whined. It sounded a lot like Yip. Sadness rushed through him and I quickly sat up, going over to him to comfort him. There were tears in his eyes and when I came over, he hugged me tightly. I wagged, liking his warmth, and licked his face.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Irina said, coming over to us and petting me before sitting next to Pasha. Kira and Nina joined us. "We just can't afford a third dog."
"And I've already lined up another potential owner for tomorrow," Kira said. "It's not polite to cancel on someone like that."
Pasha didn't say anything to that, instead he hugged me tighter. Nina scooted closer and petted me. She now had tears in her eyes. I let out a big sigh, wishing I could do more to ease the sadness in them, but I had a feeling nothing I could do would make it go away.
Based on how they felt during their conversation, I was going to be taken by the visitors they invited over some day. It seemed inevitable. I didn't really want to go, and from the sadness in Pasha and Nina, and even Irina and Kira, they didn't want me to go, either. This just confused me more. I just couldn't understand why they were giving me and my siblings away. Still, if this is what they wanted, then I would be a good dog and go. But I was worried I wouldn't find the right family, the right person.
Then the little boy with silver hair showed up.
I could tell the four humans were getting ready for another visitor because Pasha and Nina became very sad again. I was let out of the tile-room and into the bigger room with the soft chairs and sofas. I sniffed around the edges of the walls near the tile-room, only venturing far enough to be by Pasha and Nina, who half-heartedly petted me. It was a little disappointing because I liked full pets and scritches.
I listened intently when there was a knock on the door. I could hear voices and then the door closing again. A few moments later, Irina and Kira appeared, followed by a family of three. There was a woman and a man, both with yellow hair and blue eyes. Between them stood a smaller human, though he looked older than Pasha and Nina. He had blue eyes like the grown humans, but his hair was silver.
"She's been a little shy with others," Irina said, glancing at me. "But she's very sweet and very good with Pasha and Nina, so I'm sure she'd be great with your son."
All three pairs of blue eyes turned on me, then, and I regarded these new visitors with caution. I was waiting for the toys and treats, as well as the feeling that this family wasn't the right fit for me. Even if Irina and Kira would be disappointed in me. And at this point, I was getting tired of visitors. Couldn't I just stay here with the four humans and Mom and Dad?
Pasha and Nina stopped petting me, then. They were still very sad, but I could also feel that they had…given up, almost. I wasn't sure how to explain it or what they were feeling, but it was like they had given up on keeping me.
"Here, why don't you try giving her some treats," Kira said, handing the boy a couple of treats and nodding toward me.
I laid down, still feeling cautious and uneasy. When the boy looked at me, I could tell he was nervous but underneath that nervous was excitement and hope. His eyes shined when he smiled at me. I felt my heart lift. I liked his feelings, his smile. Still, I waited where I was, testing the waters. Would this feeling go away or grow? With the past visitors, I'd found that even if I was excited by their excitement, after the initial introduction, my heart wouldn't be into it anymore.
The boy moved with very deliberately, slowly approaching me but stopping a few feet away before sitting down. His reached his hand out, opening it up to reveal the treats Kira had given him. The smell of the treats wafted over to me and my tail wagged in anticipation.
Yummy treats…
It wasn't just the treats, the feelings coming off the boy were overwhelming, something I wasn't used to and hadn't encountered before. Even with all the other visitors who'd come and seen us. It was intriguing. I wanted to know more about this boy!
Slowly, remaining lying down, I inched toward the boy and his outstretched hand. At one point, his emotions shifted from nervous to happy. The kind of happiness that made him laugh. He tried to contain his laughter, though, keeping it quiet and putting his other hand to his mouth. I continued to inch forward, until…
…there. I sniffed at his fingers, causing the boy to laugh more. Then, still cautious, I licked up the treats from his palm. The boy moved his hand to the top of my head and gently petted me there as I chomped on the treats before sniffing at the sleeve of his shirt. It smelled strange.
In fact, as I sniffed more of him, up the length of his arm and his neck and his face—this caused him to laugh out loud this time—he smelled strange, like ice or cold. I hadn't ever smelled anything like that before. I wondered why he smelled that way.
I felt instant relief and a wave of sadness hit me and pulled away to look around. The relief was coming from Irina and Kira, the sadness from Pasha and Nina. I was confused at the conflicting emotions I was receiving. Did they want me to stay or leave? I wasn't entirely sure anymore. I knew part of me wanted to go over and comfort Nina and Pasha, but the boy's hands were petting me now and…oh, that was the spot. I wagged my tail and licked the boy's face appreciatively.
"I think she likes him," Kira said, her voice now excited. I continued to sniff the boy's face as he giggled and hugged me. His hair was a little longer than Pasha's, which was different. I was so used to the little boys I'd seen to have short hair and it was the little girls who often had the longer hair.
But I liked this boy's hair. It was soft and tickled my nose.
The grown humans talked more but I was hardly paying attention. And the boy was happy to entertain me with tug. Though, the more the four humans talked, the more excited he seemed to grow. It was nearly bursting out of him by the time they'd finished their conversation. I was panting and wagging, feeding off his excitement.
Then I caught a glance of Mom and Dad. They were dutifully waiting in the doorway of the tile-room. I felt a small pang of sadness because I knew I was going home with this boy, and that meant saying goodbye to Mom and Dad, and Pasha and Nina.
I looked back at the boy and woofed before bounding over to Mom and Dad. She lowered her head and I licked her face, and she mine, in goodbye. Then I went over to Nina and Pasha who petted and hugged me tightly as Irina and Kira talked more. Once they had let go, I bounded back to the boy who opened his arms with an open-mouthed grin. I was so excited, I launched myself right into his arms. He sat back hard and laughed before standing up with me still in his arms.
I don't know how he kept hold of me as we walked to the front door, I was doing a full-body wag I was so excited. I could already feel the happiness and love growing inside the boy, I closed my eyes from the pleasure of it as I felt a blast of fresh air hit me as I heard a door being opened. I could hear the boy saying something but I didn't think it was directed at me.
"Viktor!" the man called. I blinked and opened my eyes in time for the boy turn and face the blond-haired man. "Let's go. We still need to stop by the pet store."
"Coming," he called back. Then he turned back to Irina, Kira, Nina, and Pasha, who were standing in the doorway. "Thank you! I promise to take good care of her." He turned around again, quickly going to large metal machine that I would later learn was called a car.
It was a small thing, but everyone fit. The boy and I squeezed into the back, and he rolled down the window a tiny bit so I could stick my nose out and sniff the air. I hadn't been this far outside the house at all, all the new smells were dizzying but I couldn't pull away. I loved the way the breeze felt against my nose and I wanted to continue smelling the air.
"Viktor," I heard the woman say. I momentarily looked back inside the car. The boy looked over at the woman expectantly. It struck me that that must be his name, Viktor. Viktor Viktor Viktor. I liked that. The woman continued, "Have you thought of a name for her?" I turned back to the window. One of the boy's hands started petting my back.
"I think I'm going to name her Makkachin," the boy, Viktor, replied.
Life with Viktor was confusing at first. It took me a little bit to understand that "Makkachin" was my new name. And then sometimes he would just call me "Makka" or "Makka-girl." But all three were said with such love and affection, I didn't mind. Thankfully my confusion over this didn't last long because there were plenty of other things to be confused over.
Viktor often left for practically the entire day to do "skating." And when the weather turned cold, he left to do skating and "school." I was sent to something called "dog school." There, different humans began teaching me how to be a good dog. At first, I was taught that if I needed to relieve myself, I should go on a specific white mat they laid out for me. Eventually, they took the mats away, which just confused me so I ended up relieving myself on the floor where the mats used to be. They did not like that. I quickly learned to go to the door that led outside when I needed to relieve myself. They almost always gave me treats for doing that, so I kept doing it. Then I was learning certain words like "Sit" and "Stay" and "Come."
I did like it because there were other dogs to sniff and play with. I got lots of treats, though those dwindled the more I was a good dog, replaced with pats on the head. The people there would also take me for walks and give me belly rubs. After a while, on these walks, I learned extra words like "Heel" or that if they called my name with a certain tone, I strayed too far and needed to go back to them. Sometimes, if I was extra good, they let me off my leash, and I soon learned it was important to stay near or around them.
But it was also confusing to me because I felt like I was barely at the place that was supposed to be my home. And when I was, Viktor was often not there.
At the same time, when Viktor did come home, the rush of unconditional love that hit me every time he saw me made everything better, and relieved some of my confusion and worry. I was always there to greet him and he would take a moment to set down a black bag (that also smelled of cold and ice) before kneeling and opening his arms for me to jump into. It was my favorite part of the day. Then I would show him what I had learned at dog school. Sometimes we'd go for a walk, and I could show him even more of what I learned. Then he would give me treats and lots of belly rubs and call me a good dog. It was wonderful.
I soon came to find that the two yellow-haired people Viktor had come with were Mom and Dad. They gave me pats and sometimes short belly rubs. But their love was nothing compared to what Viktor felt for me. And Viktor was the one who fed me, snuck me human food (no matter how many times he was scolded for it), took me for walks, and let me onto the bed at night to sleep (even though I was technically supposed to be sleeping in a smaller bed on the floor of his room).
I had really settled into this routine when life with Viktor changed again.
The first thing that changed was I stopped going to dog school. At some point, I think the humans decided I had learned all that I needed to. So, I stayed home when Viktor left for skating and school. But I wasn't alone. A new person, Valentina, showed up. She looked as old as Mom and Dad. I could tell she liked me but her affection was different than Viktor's, and even Mom and Dad's. It was strange because she kind of took the place of the other humans at dog school—she didn't really teach me anything, though she enjoyed Shake. But she did let me out when I needed to relieve myself and we went for walks often, which I really enjoyed. Then she would leave when Mom and Dad got home.
Staying at home without other dogs to play with wasn't as fun. But in between walks and a little tug with Valentina, I was entertained enough that I wasn't bored. Viktor's reaction when he got home was the only thing that stayed constant and I could never get bored of that. My reaction was always just as strong, too, because I was already excited and I fed off his energy. Even on days when I could tell that he was tired, the overflow of love I felt the moment he saw me was always the greatest part of my day.
Then on certain days he didn't go do skating or school at all and instead went to do ballet. Then there were days he didn't do skating, school, or ballet and on those days, when the weather was warm, we would take a car ride to a park. One time we passed another car with a dog inside and I couldn't help but bark out of jealousy! That dog was a front-seat dog! I'd never gotten to be a front-seat dog before. I hoped one day I could, though.
When we got to the park, we'd run along a path. Viktor would stop near a dog park and I'd go play around with some of the other dogs while he did some jumps on a nearby bench. After he was done with thesejumps, he'd throw a ball or a stick for me. Then we'd run back the way we came and go home.
At one point, the boy dogs at the park kept attacking me from behind. I thought they wanted to play, but they were being more aggressive than usual. It was very irritating. Afterward, I took a car ride to a cool place with bright lights and a metal table that smelled of chemicals. I felt a prick in the back of my neck and soon fell asleep. When I woke up, I was wearing a stupid cone-shaped collar and was very sore between my back legs. I was grateful when the cone finally came off; it had been so humiliating.
As the weather slowly grew colder, we took fewer and fewer trips to the dog park. I still got my walks in, but it was soon too cold outside to do much else.
One time, when we went for a glorious car ride, we didn't go the park. It was a big building with lots of windows. Inside, I could see people moving around. Some, faster than I'd ever seen a human move, and in such a smooth fashion. It was very confusing and when we went inside the building, my confusion was not at all alleviated. It smelled a lot like Viktor did—cold and icy.
We walked through some hallways, a room with metal triangular boxes that were stacked on top of each other. Then we entered a ginormous room that was much colder than the rest of the building. The ceiling stretched far above me, the windows were large and let a ton of light inside. In the middle, taking up most of the room was a short wall that followed the walls, leaving small walkways for people to stand and get around the room. Within those walls, some humans were moving in that weird smooth and fast way. The energy coming from most of the humans there was very focused and determined.
Viktor called to someone but I was too busy watching the moving humans. I just couldn't figure out how they were moving like that. Until one of the ones I was watching began to move toward the short wall. To my surprise, part of the wall opened up like a door and the person stepped out. They were wearing such strange shoes! They had some weird metal on the bottom and they looked larger than the shoes that humans usually wore. To further my growing confusion, they put something over the metal part before coming over Viktor and I.
"This is my dog, Makka," Viktor said. I wagged at my name and took a small step toward this new person, sniffing at the metal on the bottom of their shoes. They smelled even stronger of cold and ice. The person knelt down and put their hand in front of my face. I sniffed at it, too. It didn't smell that strongly of cold and ice. After my inspection, they began petting me. By this time, the other humans in the room had come over to us as well. They all took turns petting me and I felt like I was in heaven.
We were just visiting that day. Once everyone had had their turn petting me, we went back home. Viktor would take me back to what I would later find out was called the "rink" on occasion. I didn't mind, I enjoyed all the attention I got. I'm sure the humans there enjoyed giving me attention, too. But it wasn't until I'd visited a few times did I realize that this rink place was where Viktor did his skating! It was a little shocking because skating, like school or ballet, had always been a state of being, when my boy wasn't home with me, not an actual place.
The weather slowly grew warm again, and we were back to going for runs and to the dog park. I was glad to play with other dogs again, and thankful the boy dogs had stopped being so aggressive with me. When the weather began turning cold once more, and just when I thought this would be the schedule, life with Viktor changed yet again.
I knew something was going on because Viktor's energy changed, and so did Mom's and Dad's. They seemed…anxious about something. But also very excited. Viktor had brought out a large bag and began packing it with clothes and other things he owned, but not everything. There was a lot of discussion between my boy and Mom and Dad, and things around the house seemed more lively.
Viktor sat down with me at one point. I could feel the sadness inside him, mixed in with his anxiety and excitement. He reached out with both his hands and gently ruffled my ears. The sadness in him grew and I pushed my face into his, licking his cheek to tell him it was going to be okay. My boy laughed but it wasn't filled with as much joy or happiness as his other laughs were.
"I have to leave for a few days, Makka," he mumbled, hugging me to him, the sadness inside him growing. I wagged at my name. "But I'll be back in no time at all, okay?" I could tell he was asking me a question by the tone of his voice but I wasn't sure what it was he was asking.
Valentina showed up the next day, like usual. Except, Mom and Dad didn't come home. Then, when it was time for the boy to return home, he didn't! After a while, when the sky grew dark and my boy wasn't home yet, I barked at the door, trying to tell Valentina that my humans were missing!
She didn't seem nearly as concerned as I was but she did feel that same sadness Viktor had when he'd hugged me. She simply came over to me and said, "Viktor won't be come for a few days, Makka." Unfortunately, I only understood the words "Viktor," "home," and "Makka." And, yes, that was what I wanted, for Viktor to be home! So, I still couldn't understand where Viktor, Mom or Dad were.
When Valentina realized I wasn't going to stop barking at the door, we went for a short walk and I tried to follow Viktor's trail. Two things prevented me from doing that: Valentina had me on a leash, and his scent trail ended pretty quickly. It was very frustrating.
I whined when we got to the door. Valentina stepped in, keeping her grip on my leash, and patted her legs. "Come on, Makka! Come on inside." She repeated that in a high, fake-happy voice. I could tell she still felt sad, her smile didn't meet her eyes.
Reluctantly, I went inside. She petted my head and called me a good dog but I didn't feel like one. Was Viktor okay? Mom and Dad? A good dog would protect them, but how could I protect them if they weren't here? Where were they?
When Valentina let me off my leash, I ran into Viktor's room and climbed onto his bed. I laid down, my head on his pillow, where his scent was strongest. My dreams were filled with the boy's face, the sound of his laugh, and feel of his hands giving me a belly rub.
Valentina's energy changed, interrupting my sleep. I lifted my head just as she appeared in the doorway with a wide smile. She was excited about something. Feeding off her energy, I got up from Viktor's bed and went to her.
"Come on, Makka," she said, quickly going into the large room with soft chairs and the sofa I wasn't allowed on when Mom and Dad were home. I followed close behind. She sat down on the sofa and faced a box that contained moving pictures. "Watch, Makka, watch!" she said, pointing to the box. Her tone of voice suggested a command but I'd never heard that command before.
She kept pointing, but I continued to stare at her trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me. She was still excited but nothing could be this exciting when Viktor was gone.
"Look, Makka, it's Viktor," she said. I perked up at Viktor's name. Was Viktor coming home?
Valentina's hand gestured to the box with moving pictures emphatically and when I looked at it there was my boy! My heart soared and I barked, going up to it. I put my paws up on it, confused when they slid off the front. I barked at it again but Viktor didn't respond. Now I was very confused. I backed away from the box wondering how I could see Viktor but Viktor couldn't see or hear me.
My boy was in a rink, but it looked different than the one I visited. There a lot of other people there. Viktor was wearing those weird shoes with the metal on the bottom and as I watched, he stepped out onto a big white expanse, gliding over it like I saw people do when we visited the rink.
Eventually, I gave up understanding what was going on, content that I was at least able to see Viktor when he wasn't home like this. This was different than when he went to do skating, school, or ballet. But at least I knew he was okay.
Viktor was gone for far longer than I was used to but when Valentina's energy changed, I knew he was coming home. That sadness that hit her whenever she saw me sleeping on Viktor's bed left completely, replaced by barely contained excitement and happiness. At one point, she went up to me and started ruffling my ears and petting my head and face, cooing at me: "Guess who's coming home! Guess who's coming home, Makka." I wagged at my name, fully enjoying the pets this time.
We went for a walk after that but it did nothing to get rid of Valentina's excitement, or mine for that matter. When we got home, I sat in the little room where the front door was, my tail wagging out of excitement. Valentina cooed at me again, petting my head before going somewhere else. I remained where I was, first sitting, but after a while, I laid down. I was sure Viktor was coming home but when? Why wasn't he home yet?
I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until Valentina's excitement woke me up. I shot up just in time to see her stand aside from the door to reveal Mom and Dad! I stood and barked, doing a full-body wag I was so excited. Then Mom and Dad stepped out of the way and there was my boy! Viktor!
I barked again, barreling toward him as I felt his rush of love from him. A grin spread across his face and he opened his arms for me. I was going so fast, though, I bowled him over. I heard my name being called in a tone that meant I had been a bad dog, but when I lifted my head and looked back to Mom and Dad, they didn't say anything else. Their looks were an odd mix between the expression they gave me when I was being scolded and a look of fondness.
I turned back to my boy and began licking his face. He was laughing and petting me.
"I missed you, too, Makka-girl," he said. "I missed you so much." He sat up and hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes at his warmth, his smell, the feeling of his love for me, and my own feelings of love for my boy.
This would become the new routine for a long time. I soon got used to Viktor's absences. When it was warm and the trees were full of flowers, Viktor was home, only going to school and ballet. We went to the park for walks and to play with other dogs. When the trees were full of green leaves, Viktor no longer went to school, but did go to ballet and we went outside a lot more—to the park, on runs, around a big city with lots of big and tall buildings. When it started to get cold again, Viktor began going to do school again. And when it got really cold and there were no more leaves on the trees, Viktor would leave for a short period of time to do "skating competition" and I could only see him on the box with pictures, which I learned was called a television. Then he would come home for a short period of time before doing a skating competition for another short period of time. Sometimes only Mom would go with him, sometimes only Dad. Occasionally, they would both go. And sometimes, neither of them would go.
Throughout all this, Viktor continued to go to the rink to do skating, as well.
I didn't like that time very much. I missed my boy, even if I could see him on the television. What purpose did it serve if I couldn't be there with him? If he couldn't see or hear me? But I was comforted with the fact that he would return home. And I always knew when he would come back because whichever human was with me would get very excited. Oftentimes, they would ruffle my ears and pet my face, cooing at me. The words "Viktor," "come," and "home" were said a lot, too.
It was nice to finally settle into a routine for a while and not have it change on me suddenly and without much warning. All those changes had been stressful and confusing.
Of course, life with Viktor had always had an element of surprise for me. Especially when he'd first gotten me, things had tended to change a lot in his life. Big enough things that they disrupted my routine and confused me. Viktor's love stayed constant—the only thing that lessened my worry and anxiety when big changes came.
And even if our routine, and his love for me, stayed the same, big changes still took place. Some of them made Viktor very happy, and that made me happy because all I wanted was for my boy to be happy. And others…well, others were a lot less happy. I didn't exactly like them to begin with because it confused me and I got anxious over what might come next but most of all, they hurt Viktor, and I did not like anything that hurt my boy.
The good news is, the main body of the story is already written! :D I'll probably post every week or so. The chapter(s) that go into the actual YOI anime will either be an epilogue or companion piece (I recently found my notes that span at least two chapters, that go into the actual anime, I just haven't written them fully like I have for this main story).
I know in our universe, being LGBTQ+ is still very taboo in Russia, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal in the YOI-verse, which is why I have a gay couple right off the bat here.
As always, I hope you enjoyed! Comments are much appreciated!
Thank you for reading,
TheBrightestNight