Yuri sighed, giving into the facts. "What do you want anyway?"

"Want?" Victor asked back sounding sort of surprised.

Yuri snapped his head and looked straight into the Colbran's eyes. "Yes, want. You have hard working, sweet girls, who feel they are indebted to you and you treat me, someone who would rather jump off a cliff than be here, with far more favor. Why? You said you needed me for my looks the first day we met. Why? You protected me and gave Yuuko a fighting chance to get better. Why? Yuuko should be better, right? You've used me enough, right? You can, at least, return me now, right?"

'What the fuck am I doing am I even doing here?'

Cold fingers gently wiped away Yuri's hot tears. The action silenced the butler immediately. He sat there frozen; any remaining questions were left caught in his throat. The long fingers were soon followed by the rest of the Master's hand. The hand was cool as ever and the simple gesture brought an eerie sense of calm between the two.

Yuri gripped the comforter with both hands and looked down. "Urk, we keep doing this, don't we?"

Victor nodded and took back his hand. "Yeah…but did you want a fairy tale…Yuri?"

He swallowed hard at the sound of his name before he narrowed his eyes. "Fuck no," he deadpanned. "I wanted freedom."

"Only princes promise to give the moon." The Noble shook his head. "I can't give you that. The Moon…you'd die there."

Yuri recalled Axel's words…how he saved them.

"Why did you choose me? And don't say it was for my looks, that was a flimsy ass reason and you know it."

Victor whispered something in his native tongue, leaned in, and pressed his lips onto Yuri's for a chaste kiss. "That is why."

Yuri put his head between his hands. "Damn it! that wasn't an explanation, idiot! Was that a confession? Mockery? A tease? Gra~h! Fucking idiot!"

He could care less if he looked like a child who was throwing a temper tantrum. He needed to let it out. "You are so infuriating!" He pushed Victor onto the bed, straddled him, and he shook him by the front of his shirt. "I can't figure you out!" He sobbed. "I barely slept, you smug ass-"

"Yuri."

Yuri's bloodshot eyes flew open and his face burned when he saw what he had done.

"Ah, hng-!" His whole body was trembling.

'He may toss me out now...'

Two fingers wiped the tears away again. "Please…stop crying…"

Yuri glared for a moment, but couldn't keep it as he wept, griping Victor's shirt tightly. Gritting his teeth. Then those damn eyes…they were his down fall and he wanted so much to hate them instead.

"Let it out…no more quips or jabs."

Such eyes remained blank, no leering, no pleading, not even vacant, just blank. With such eyes, Victor appeared to be waiting, just ready to listen.

Yuri clenched the silk within his grip. All the hate he was taught to feel over the years was being asked daily to let go by those around him and he just…couldn't.

"The Moon is nothing but hate, desolate and unforgiving. It tears me up to be in the lap of luxury in comparison with a murderer such as you…

'He exercised self-defense.'

"…who stole from me…"

'He gave you a choice.'

"…and worse, doesn't care!"

'Who took a bullet and almost a knife for you.'

Victor remained silent.

"But you came!" Yuri hissed. "With my hate I lashed out as you pushed, but then only to give in?" Yuri shook his head. "Or forced in…gra~ what the hell is this?"

'Just that. Hell.'

Victor remained still with this arms at his sides.

Yuri raised a hand. "I should return the favor from when I met you." He spat.

"Yes. You should."

Yuri gritted his teeth. "Are you mocking me?"

Victor kept vacant. "No."

Yuri tried. He came close.

He stopped his threatening hand and gripped Victor's chin. "…you find me pathetic."

"No."

Katsuki clenched his own chest with that hand. "…you find me weak, fun to toy with…"

Victor closed his eyes. "Yes…I did…"

Yuri came close again, to striking the Noble's face, but he couldn't do it.

It was torture. The raw feeling from months ago now was shuddering violently its way through each of their souls, but so far it was only weeds.

"Why do you even want me here?!"

"Because I found you."

Yuri gasped and wiped his tears with his hand only to return it gripping Victor's shirt. "What the fuck does that mean? Is that all?!"

"Exactly what it says."

"Liar!"

Yuri latched onto the sides of Victor's hair.

"…hm…pwah~"

Yuri pulled back to catch his breath, having gone in with hardly.

"That's why isn't it?" He pushed a finger into Victor's chest and stared at those dual eyes with his teary ones.

He knew it was all twisted for Victor, that part, a feeling, which had latched onto his heart in an ugly, beautiful, way. His Master was his provider, his protector, gave his family a chance, as the girls had said. However, it aggravated him, left him feeling powerless.

Victor continued to remain still.

Yuri brought a hand to his lips and looked away. "I must be the worst…"

"Impulsive, confusing and confused, passionate for what's right…intoxicating…" With a softer look, Victor listed plainly as they were the truest and to the point, "you're many things…more than Colbran as a whole has to offer. Humans have always been alluring for us to watch…to want…to keep…but are emotional beings. Intriguing, but also violent. The rest is history…and sadly mostly lost and twisted to half-truths."

Yuri remained quiet. Not sure what to say as they stared at each other.

"I meant what I said…I found, find, your spirit exciting. I never had a human stick up to me before. I found it insufferable and so I lashed out how I saw fit, only to regret it."

Yuri tightened his remaining grip on the Colbran's hair. "You assaulted me! You did the very thing the girls were trying to get away from!"

Victor frowned and gave a nod. "I lost myself. That is my fault. However, don't ask me to set you free to die. I can't do that."

"You should pay…but the girls…" Yuri sat back on his knees and let go of Victor's head.

"I'd be rightfully dead, but you all be sent to the Moon."

Yuri's eyes widened.

That little bit of power. Yuri suddenly realized he the power of choice, to forgive or to not. It meant everything.

"You know I can't do that to the triplets."

Victor shrugged. "They'd probably pack their bags and happily join you if they realized the truth."

"I…I want to be left to think."

"Very well. Lutz will correspond with you like before. Take all the time you need."

But neither moved.

"I'm not guilt free of this either…" Yuri admitted. "If I just kept my mouth shut and followed orders..."

"Yuri…" Victor whispered.

'My name…' Yuri flushed deeper when he realized he liked how it sounded.

Victor placed a cool hand near Katsuki's face. "You wouldn't be you. There's far too much silence, tension, and hate, in this world. If you kept silent. You wouldn't be 'Yuri'."

Yuri swallowed hard, almost wanting to lean into the touch. "As much as I'd like to hate you…believe you, give you a chance I…"

Victor closed the distance, caressing that warm cheek.

In silence, Yuri allowed the coolness of the touch linger a couple moments longer and then, with a nod, he rolled off to the side. "Here."

Victor rose and gave Yuri a nod before he headed out the door without another word.


Notes:

Some days? I wish I could draw comics so I could capture this drama. XD

Sorry I seem to keep splitting my chapters. doesn't seem to want to load them so I'll keep breaking them, hopefully, parts that make sense. ^_^;; Thank you again for all the wonderful feed back! 3