How is it so far? This chapter is going to be a rather sad one, though it would have its moments. It will also be rather short. So do read and review.

I don't own YOI.

J.J checked his phone for messages. He had tried contacting Isabella several times, but she was yet to respond to any of his messages.

Why don't you just let her go?

He opened Instagram, only to be confronted by a flood of pictures with his soon to be ex-wife in it. He noticed that many of her photos were with a young guy whom he had met before. He knew he was a close friend of Isabella's. His head spun in circles. Was it possible that...that there was something going on between the two of them?

'If I win this skate, I will ask Isabella out.'

'Isabella, will you go out with me?'

'I love you.'

'After I win the Grand Prix, let's get married.'

'Isabella, I wasn't able to win a gold medal, but will you still marry me?'

There had never been another for J.J. Isabella was his first crush, and his first love.

Are we really going to throw away our fifteen year old relationship like this?

'J.J, it is your turn.'

Jean Jacques Leroy blinked blankly.'Huh?'

'It's your turn to ask Viktor and Yuuri a question.'

'J.J seems to be rather sad today.' Viktor observed.

'Sad.' J.J said. 'What was the saddest time in your life together, Viktor, Yuuri?'

Viktor and Yuuri looked at each other. Yuuri gave a sad smile, before giving his husband's hand a squeeze.

'I am extremely sorry.' the vet, a portly young woman said. 'He is not going to make it.'

'He was an old dog, after all.' Viktor said, choking back his tears. Yuuri took his hand.

The two of them went inside, where Makkachin lay. Viktor lay next to the dog, and hugged him. This time, he did not attempt to restrain his tears. They flowed from his eyes, like drops of silver. Yuuri kissed his cheek, in an effort to comfort him, though he was equally perturbed.

Viktor had a skating event that day, but Yuuri urged him to skip it in order to be with Makkachin. He did not want Viktor to go through the guilt he did so long ago.

Viktor did not get out of their house for nearly a week after losing Makkachin. He mostly lay in bed, and did not talk much. Yuuri did his best to take care of him.

'Viktor. I've made Katsudon for you.'

'Yuuri.' The Russian got up and hugged him. 'I'm sorry, Yuuri, about the way I had been behaving for the past few days. I had been neglecting you like anything.'

'Vitya.' Yuuri kissed him. 'I know what it's like.' He paused, and said. 'I miss him as well.'

Yuuri thought about how seeing Makkachin on TV had inspired him to get his own Vicchan. How Makkachin was the one he first saw when Viktor came to Hasetsu.

Things would never be the same without Makkachin.

A year later, the two of them got another dog, whom they named Vicchan after Yuuri's old dog.

'That's so sad.' Phichit said.

'Yes,it was.' Viktor said, sighing. He then looked at his watch and said. 'Oh, Yuuri. We have to go see off the Nishigoris at the airport.'

'Oh, yeah.' Yuuri said.

'We'll continue the game in Bangkok.' Phichit said.

'Bangkok? What are you talking about?'

'Phichit's invited all of us to Bangkok to see his ice show.' Chris explained.

'What? At such a short notice? What about the tickets and ...'

'Relax. I've already booked the tickets for all of us.'

Yuuri smiled. He had wanted to spend time with his close friend Phichit for a long time.

'We are really proud of you.' Viktor told Axel Nishigori. He then looked at Yuuri. 'What else am I supposed to say?'

'Nothing you idiot. Just have faith.' Viktor could be incredibly dense at times. He high-fived the sisters and said goodbye to Yuuko and takeshi.

'Oh hey, Viktor, Yuuri!'

The two of them turned around to see Mila Babicheva.

'Hi, Mila.'

'Congratulations.' Yuuri added. Mila had reigned as the top female skater for some time. Now, she was one of the oldest skaters, and had been dethroned by some of the younger skaters, including Axel. She was still very good, though, and she managed to win bronze in the Grand Prix this time.

'So, how's the star struck couple?'

'We're good.' Viktor said, grinning.

'All right. I must go. There's my flight.'