Chapter Text
Chapter 1: The Beginning
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Victor watched as his husband put on the horrendously plain tie, matching to his equally plain suit. His beautiful neck being encased by something so monotonous was nothing less than blasphemy to the Russian.
‘Yuuri really needs a new tie, something more befitting his face and beauty. I should say something before anyone else notices how plain it is…’
“Yuuri.”
“Yes, Victor. What do you want?”
“Is that the only tie you own?”
“Well, yeah. I’ve never seen the point in buying another one when this one works just fine. It’s not like I need to wear one for anything other than press appearances and the odd family event. Why do you ask?”
“I was just thinking that a tie in another colour would look so much better on you. Maybe something green or even purple wou-”Victor suddenly realised that his fiancés face had grown annoyed, eyebrows pinching together and eyes narrowing to express his dislike of the words spoken so easily.
“What do you mean Victor? I like this tie and it doesn’t matter what it looks like anyways because no one would bother to look at me that closely apart form you.”
“But it’s so plain. It doesn’t suit you at all,” Victor whined, hoping that Yuuri would relent in his love of the tie. Of course, that’s not what happened at all. His face pinched together in annoyance and his eyes darkened slightly.
“You may think it’s plain, but I like this tie and I will not change it out for another one. I don’t feel like going to dinner anymore. I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight Victor.” Exiting the room with a sigh and some mutterings to himself, Yuuri made his way to bed and fell asleep, not knowing that his reaction had not deterred Victor in the slightest.
‘I will get Yuuri into a new tie, one that matches him perfectly. But first I need to get rid of his ugly one.’
“Well Makkachin, looks like we have our work cut out for us.” The dog only looked at Victor with an expression of confusion before slinking off to join Yuuri in bed for the night. Victor soon followed but slept very little, his thoughts swirling with ways to dispose of the enemy, that plain, blue tie.