Three, Two, One
In each other's arms, they stayed together until there was a knock on the door after a few minutes.
"Master," Axel called from the other side. "Sir Christophe is here to see you and requests Yuri too."
Victor looked into Yuri's eyes and pulled back. "Very well, Ms. Purple, be right down."
The pair followed the maid back down, silent all the way, as Victor spotted Yuri if he needed it.
Axel opened the doors to the study and showed them in.
Inside stood Christophe while, across from him, on their knees with their hands behind their back, was Phichit.
Yuri gasped at the sight and hustled forward. "Phichit! Why?" He rasped.
The blonde scoffed and pointed at Yuri's abuser. "So that's your name! Care to share why with the class? No? Of course not you only responded to Yuri's name and nothing else."
The chained young man remained motionless, already indifferent to being yelled at.
"What's the meaning of this, Christophe? Why is this man here with you?" Victor asked. "If he's somebody else's servant you need to get out of here."
"I will as soon as they start fucking speaking! Yuri! Get him to talk, he won't listen to me."
Katsuki swallowed hard. "You're yelling…course not."
Giacometti scratched his stubble and continued to frown. "It's just, this guy has some serious explaining to do regardless of intel we can uncover. Minami reported to me this brown rat had-"
Yuri clamped a hand over Christophe's mouth and scowled dangerously.
Victor's eyes widened, knowing full well that look, and stepped forward. "Yuri…what is going on?"
Yuri's face faltered and the tattooed man batted the butler's hand away.
"He abused Yuri, Victor."
"NO!" Yuri wheezed.
Victor froze for a moment, and then charged forward, but Yuri got in Victor's way.
"Stand aside. I'm not asking," Victor ordered.
Yuri shook his head fervently. "Please!" He rasped.
"Don't tell me you're going to protect this filth," Nikiforov spoke evenly, tittering on a rampage.
"You are too…" Phichit mumbled with a bowed head.
Victor lunged forward, but Yuri cried out and pushed back. "Device! Device please!" Yuri begged. "L-Letter!"
Victor glared into Yuri's eyes. "It better be done. Crystal clear."
Yuri nodded.
Victor spun around on his heel and took off.
Yuri came forward and hammered at Giacometti's tough chest. "How could you?! How cold can you be? I could've-" Yuri coughed, "explained!"
"I told you to write to him, didn't I? Not my fault you were late with it." Christophe took one finger and pushed Yuri back a couple steps to get them to stop. "I didn't want to bring the accused here, but innocent before guilty, right? Minami couldn't say the rat was humpin' ya so I couldn't fault someone for somethin' I didn't see and when ya clamped my mouth shut, well, I put two and two together. Originally, I had brought them here to get them to talk because they only silently responded to your name these past five days. That said, y'av an odd reaction for one who has been an assault victim."
Yuri licked his lips. "I already did the -ahem-ow- woe as me part once and I didn't..." he swallowed his aching throat.
"Careful how and who ya phrase that too. I know plenty-"
Yuri stomped his foot. "I'll refer to my emotions as I see fit!" he rasped. "My point? I want to seek justice…for everyone. Not just…myself."
He turned around. "Phichit-"
The doors to the study flew open.
'Curse Colbran speed!'
"Not good enough!"
Yuri flew to embrace Phichit, not knowing what else to do.
Victor was merely six inches away from tearing Phichit's head off.
Enraged golden-blue clashed with desperate, frantic brown eyes.
"Don't make me tear you off of him!"
"Ten! Years, Victor!"
"I. Don't. Care!"
"You should!" Yuri cried, working past the pain scratching at his voice.
"Get away from him, I demand it!"
"No!"
"He hurt you!"
"You did too!" Katsuki snapped, regretting his words instantly as they echoed in the room.
Under the weight of Victor's glare Yuri looked down. "…Once…but we worked through it!" He held on tighter. "Just…leave Phichit alone!"
"Yuri…let the Colbran bastard kill me…"
Katsuki framed Phichit's face and pulled up. "And as for you! You shut up about death, right now!" He didn't yell, but had a piece of his mind to give. "You've fought for ten years. Ten. Years! Most would've committed suicide but not you! I failed you once, kids or not. I'm not going to let you get killed now."
A spark. Just a spark. Yuri saw it in those black orbs and kept going.
"I'm not going to expect you to forgive me or anybody, but there are far too many who are also in your shoes, no? Any information and we might be able to pin the bastards and more."
The spark in those black eyes grew. "I… but…why would you?"
"Enough pain would drive even a saint nuts. I forgive you. You hear? Just fight with me," Yuri finished with resting his forehead on Phichit's.
"Heh…you're an idiot…"
It was a first step. Tiny, but Yuri would take it.
Christophe whistled. "You humans and your resilience. I have chills and I'm already cold."
Victor didn't reply.
"Yuri?" Phichit asked. "How did you stop him?"
Katsuki blinked and let go of their face. "I don't understand."
"You called him 'Victor'. A Noble by his first name."
Yuri leaned back onto his calves. "Are you asking what my relationship to my Master is?"
"No, I'm asking how you stopped him from tearing me apart, but sure, I'll bite."
Yuri gave a small smile "This is the Nikiforov estate. I am his butler."
Phichit rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap, Yuri-"
Yuri's eyes squinted as he scowled; Phichit clammed shut. He knew that look too.
Katsuki was merciless to all three of them and they all knew it.
'May you burn bright, Love…'
Victor was still beyond pissed, however, and to see Yuri's fight back…it wasn't the best of times.
Nikiforov pointed to Phichit. "I trust what Yuri has told me and its regrettable and despicable you have been hurt, but I do not trust you." The Noble looked over to Christophe before Yuri could interject. "I imagine you have a damn good reason to bring Phichit here, but we need to get them out of here. No officials have come for Yuri but they may search for him."
Yuri squeezed Phichit's shoulders. "I won't let you take-"
"He needs to leave. I don't trust him here. I don't know if he's a spy."
Yuri bolted up. "I think not!"
"Not your fucking call to make, Yuri!" Victor roared before tearing Yuri away, pulling Katsuki out the door, but not before he gave on more order. "Chris?! Now!"
"No! Stop! Victor! Christophe, don't!"
The Colbran felt like he had a million things to shout about and kept pulling until the two were by themselves in a random guest room on the first floor, practically throwing Yuri in before shutting the door behind them. All words he wanted to say, however, sank like a brick when he saw how Yuri looked at him.
To Yuri, Victor was acting indifferent and selfish all over again.
"Let me out!"
Victor continued to block the door.
"Mother fuc-" Yuri grabbed at the Colbran's shoulder to pull, but Victor just firmly pushed the human back a few steps.
Futile. The two just stared at each other panting as they scowled.
"He is hurting! You don't get to judge him! I do if anyone does!" Yuri shouted. "How dare you send him back! Phichit had hope and you took that away!"
Victor grabbed their wrists as his throat muscles became strained. "Are you an idiot? Do you really not understand me by now?!"
Yuri continued to glare as he pulled at his arms to get away. "Don't touch me!"
"Morja! Yuri! Where else wo-" Victor's flashed dangerously at the same time dropped Yuri's hands to push the man back roughly so they landed on the floor on their side. "-are you fucking kidding me?! Who do you take me for?!"
"Maybe -cough- you could have fuckin' prefaced with that?! For God's sake -cough- no wonder everythin' -cough- is a fuckin' mess! Communication! No one -cough- fuckin' list-!" Yuri's throat had enough as he wheezed, gasping for air.
It wasn't just the over use, but rather a panic had surfaced and now it wouldn't go away.
Victor's seething gradually subsided as he watched Yuri struggle for several moments on the floor. He felt his heart lurch, urging him to do something for whom he loved while his pride was considerably wounded.
"Graa~!" Victor stomped his feet in place, ruffling his hair. In having had enough of this madness, he slid down and embraced Yuri on the floor.
Yuri pounded on Victor's back as those coughs slowly turned into frustrated wails and then into hoarse apologies.
"Me too…me too, Yuri…" Victor held on firmly as he gently rocked them both.
It had all but shattered as they scrambled to pick up the pieces.
I hurt you. You hurt me. This was the dance that they-
BANG!
Gun fire. Screams.
Victor carried Yuri over his shoulder, no questions asked as he whisked themselves away out back and around the estate.
"Freeze!" An eight-man squad with firearms, head to toe in protective gear and masks caught the two just on their way.
Victor raised an eyebrow while looking around their surrounding circle. "Who are you?"
No response.
Wind kicked up around the Noble's form as golden-blue eyes flared. "Then fuck you."
Fire. Smashing glass.
The estate was being destroyed. Victor hustled, dodging or blowing away any adversaries nearly better than Hermes on a good day.
"Where are we going?!" Yuri cried as the two were running away from the estate. "Phichit! The girls!"
A black vehicle sped towards them.
"Victor! It's Chris' van!"
"So it is!"
"Then stop!"
Armored cars started after their ride.
'Or keep going, you know, whatever…'
"Need a lift?" Christophe called out lowering a window as he slowed down enough to match Victor's speed.
Axel threw open the slide door as Lutz opened the shotgun door before turning to go to the back.
Nikiforov practically threw Yuri in the back and leaped into the front.
'I just healed that bruise!' Yuri held his upper arm, wincing before taking a second to see that, sure enough, all of them were in the van. Loop was frozen stiff and Phichit, no longer in cuffs, still didn't seem to care what happened to him.
'Is Christophe Kratos? What the hell?!'
"Victor! Anythin' they find will be used against ya now. I'm sorry it has come to this!"
"It was all going to hell anyway, my friend."
The blond handed Victor a gun. "Might as well go down swingin' as I get us off this rock."
Victor took the weapon at same time rolled down the window. "What we do for love."
"We do for ourselves." Giacometti made a hard right. "Kick some ass, Vitya."
In combination with his gift of wind, Victor sent those bullets like arrows on steroids, sending their pursuers' rides flying with every hit as the bullets would twist and tear off their armored plating like cardboard while others toppled over with blown out tires.
Still more came as their group fled off to the outskirts of the Capitol city.
"Yo! Iron blooded banes of my existence listen up!" Christophe dryly joked. "Red ship, get your shit, and be ready to high tail-"
BLAM!
With back tires shot, the group spiraled out of control until the van skidded to a stop. They all scrambled out the moment they got their bearings and gunned for the ship close by as their pursuers' cars all screeched and barreled after them.
Victor carried Yuri and Axel over his shoulders, swiftly making his is way while Chris had Phichit and Lutz over his shoulders.
Loop tripped out of the van.
"Come on, Sweetheart!" Christophe shouted, holding out his hand.
Through the glass.
Headshot.
Giacometti barely grazed their outreached fingers.
"LOO~~P!" Lutz wailed.
Victor didn't turn around as Christophe was forced to leave the pink girl on the ground.
Axel and Yuri raised their heads to Lutz' voice but neither could take in what had just happened well enough with all the jostling.
The Colbrans unloaded the humans in their arms, Christophe manned the controls of the crammed red ship immediately. The hazing outside couldn't leave a dent unless they, somehow, had a bazooka. Not that any wanted to find out.
Axel sat up straight with a start as Victor closed the door. "Master! Loop isn't here!"
Silent, Victor shut the door.
"M-Master! Loop isn't here!" Ms. Purple repeated clinging onto Victor's arm.
Lutz bolted for the door also, but Victor pulled Ms. Blue to her seat and strapped her in.
"V-Victor, where is she?" Yuri asked.
"She's dead," Phichit replied flatly.
Axel went to strike the man across the face, but Victor pulled her back and strapped her in too.
"No, she's not! Master, get my sister! Please! She's not dead! No~! Loop! LOO~P!"
Yuri could only burry his face in his hands as Victor strapped him in as well.
It was quiet save for the grieving as the rocket hurled up into the atmosphere.
"Christophe, are you sure they won't come after you?" Victor muttered in Colbin.
"Her Declotes has made it clear the haven is under the Giacometti family. Whether that means I can still do business…well I have plenty of dirt to get under their skin."
Nikiforov sighed. "I never thought I'd get a chance to set foot on Morja…or have fallen this hard."
"In more ways than one, but I'll continue to be by your side."
"I'm gonna need a drink."
"I think even the misses are going to want to have one after today."
The tattooed blonde cleared his throat. "Apologies for the insensitivity," he announced, "but we will be reaching Morja in three hours after breaking atmosphere. I suggest we start making peace or plans of such because we aren't going to have time for that on my turf."
"Indifferent, insufferable, pricks until the end," Phichit muttered.
Christophe lit a short cigar. "Might over emotional plight. There, boy, lies the inherent difference in our races. Action speaks louder than words every time…unless you're Mr. Spitfire like Katsuki over there next to ya."
"Master!" Axel sobbed. "Why~! Why her! It-"
"Should've been him."
The tiny craft became silent immediately.
Ms. Purple huffed through her nose. "Hey, Newbie."
"Y-Yes-"
"Not you, Katsuki." Lutz then pointed with her chin.
"W-What?" Phichit looked up and rested his head back on the wall behind him.
"I'm going to make some things crystal clear. Some things you are going to have to live with." She sat up straight. "These are not threats. These are either facts or a promise."
Phichit remained silent.
"First off, I do not give a rat's ass how badly you were treated. Try me on for size sometime. Secondly, it should've been you. Not. My sister."
The coal eyes remained vacant.
"Thirdly, and this is the most important..." She cleared her throat.
"Master and Katsuki fuck."
The ensemble sputtered as Christophe laughed his ass off. Victor didn't know whether to discipline or join is comrade.
'Blunt Blue. Figures." Yuri felt steam would roll out his ears.
"I-Is this true?!" Phichit glared at he who appeared redder than the color of the ship.
"Ahem!" Lutz was going to finish, period. "Yuri is my Master's lover whether you like it or not; thus, he's my Master's companion whom I'll gladly take orders from. So. If I ever find you taking advantage of his mercy, or find your worthless ass was a spy this whole time or something of the like, and here is my promise, I'll kill you myself or die trying."
"L-Lutz?" Yuri stammered in shock.
She leaned back and folded her arms. "It was laundry day. I found the translator on the floor. Axel knows too for she is my sister and…Loop would've too…no?"
Notes: Sigh…TnT
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