Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov didn't expect to go to sleep one night only to end up back in 2005 at the age of 13. He had a chance for a reset and he didn't care of using the knowledge he had of his future to make sure his family were safe and happy plus he refused to wait a decade to capture the heart of his husband.
Luckily, he wouldn't be alone as he had three other people in his corner that had returned with him and they would take the skating world by storm as he and his family had been the best in their time and they would be greater in their new future!!!
3rd Person (P.O.V)
Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov groaned as he tried reaching for his husband of 10 years wanting to bury his face into his chest as a alarm started going off which irritated him but he didn't want to wake up. Unfortunately all his hand touched was the side of the wall. His eyes still closed his brow furrow as he slowly opened his eyes.
He let out a yelp as staring at him was multiple posters of his husband that he had taken down long ago. As he tried to sit up on the bed his foot got caught in the blanket, causing him to tumble out of the bed landing on his back. As he groaned he heard a familiar barking. He hadn't heard in a long time.
Yuuri sat up to see a very familiar chocolate-colored toy poodle with a red collar. "Vicchan". He whispered as tears filled his brown eyes. The toy poodle climbed onto his owners lap, putting his small paws on top of Yuuri's chest, trying to get to his face.
Yuuri sat on the ground for what felt like hours as he held his beloved dog to his chest. It took a while to finally be able to calm down as his head was a chaotic mess. He shakingly stood up using the bed as a support as he made his way to his desk still refusing to let Vicchan out of his arms.
He sat down and turned on his old PC which took a while to load. Yuuri saw it was December 7, 2005 immediately when to see what social media was available and to his relief Facebook was available. He bit his lip nervously as he knew his husband had a private account.
Yuuri didn't have a social media account until after he moved to Detroit. He sighed as he signed up his username was his first name with his nickname his son called him on a daily basis Katsudon mixed together. He figured if his husband had come back with him, he would recognize the name or if he didn't he would simply ignore it.
Yurri.Katsudon send friend request to V.M Nikiforov
Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov sighed with his eyes closed as he reached out wanting to pull his beautiful husband into his arms, only to find his arm patting down an empty spot that was cold. He yawned as he sat up stretching his arms as he slowly let his blue eyes adjust to the light only to freeze.
Draped over his shoulder was his once long silver hair that he had cut before he turned 18, he never once outgrew it after that. Viktor felt his heart beating rapidly as he hurried out of the bed nearly tripping over his feet as he went to look for a mirror.
In his reflection he saw his once feminine features he had before he begins to gain muscle. His eyes filled with tears and heart begins to clench within his chest painfully as he thought of his husband, not remembering him, Yuuri was the light of his world.
Viktor quickly rushed over to his phone, which had a ton of notifications which he ignored. The date displayed showed December 7 2005. Yuuri just celebrated his 13th birthday while he would be celebrating his 17th in a matter of weeks.
Rushing over to his computer waiting for it to load Viktor ignored the ringing of his cell phone as he went to his private Facebook. He deflated remembering Yurri didn't have any type of social media until he was 18.
Tears filled his eyes has his only hope to see if his husband had returned with him was now up in flames. He went to log off went a notification went off of a new friend request. Viktor brow furrow as very limited people knew of his private account as it didn't even have a picture of himself.
His curiosity got the better of him as he clicked on the notification, only for his breath to be caught in his throat, tears began to stream down his face at the sight of the username.
Yurri.Katsudon
Five year old Yuri Plisetsky-Altin body twitched as he slowly opened his eyes expecting to find his husband next to him instead he laid on a small bed in his childhood bedroom. He sat up quickly his viridian eyes looking down at tiny hands.
"This got to be papa or otou-san doing". Yuri muttered blaming both of lovesick adoptive parents. He had no others to physically blame as whatever entity stuck him in the body of a child, wouldn't feel the wrath of the blades of ice skates.
Yuri froze before he started cursing in Japanese to whatever deity that had threw him back in time. He had been almost 26 and married to the love of his life Otabek Altin and had a successful career now he was back at square one.
"Yurochka are you alright?". Came the worried voice of Nikolai Plisetsky as he opened the door to his grandson's bedroom.
Yuri once again froze at seeing his grandfather so young, he had unfortunately passed away shortly after he got engaged. Tears filled his eyes as a worried expression passed over his grandpa's face who rushed over to him immediately pulling him in a hug.
Being in his grandfather's arms was all it took for him to begin to cry. "Dedushka". Yuri whispered clinging his tiny arms to his grandfather, knowing if this wasn't a dream he would make up for the lost time they had as he focused on his career to support them.
Even while a bit distracted his mind was still working despite his meltdown, He had to make plans to reunite his family even if they didn't remember him, he would marry the love of his life, one way or another, they wouldn't be married in almost 2 decades if he had anything to say about it. Plus he would make sure to get his parents together as well.
Eight year old Otabek Plisetsky-Altin sat on his twin bed stared down at his small hand that was curled into a fist. He sighed knowing some of his husband's temper had rubbed off on him. He couldn't believe he was back in Kazakhstan in a child's body with the mentality of a 29-year-old. He had been living in Russia with Yuri for almost 8 years way before he retired from figure skating after turning 26.
He got up from the bed,testing out his reflexes. He was a little conflicted on what was going on as he would have to start his skating career all over again in order to meet his husband. His heart squeeze within his chest, hoping Yura came back with him, if not he would have to win the stubborn heart of his lover back.
It didn't feel right not having his husband at his side, he didn't know if he could wait a decade for what happened in Barcelona to happen again. He would have to investigate what social media was currently available because if Yuri was back with him he would find a way to reach out.
He froze midstep realizing if his husband had returned with him as he hope he had. He would currently be Five years old swearing in a mixture of Japanese and English as his grandfather would currently be alive in this time. Swearing to himself he hurried to his father's study, hoping it was empty as he had a lot of work to do.
"Your possibly blaming your parents Yura". Otabek muttered to himself as he knew how his husband thought if he couldn't blame whoever brought them back to this time, he would blame his parents.