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Katsuki Yuuri was 26 years old when he was kicked out of the Yakuza.
Actually, he had not been really kicked out. His family, the Katsuki clan, was still part of the alliance between yakuza families that protected each other. However, Yuuri had dared to refuse a direct order from a high-ranking family leader, so he had to escape from home to avoid the dire consequences.
Yuuri knew that his father, mother and sister would be fine without him, as they knew how to defend themselves just as much as he, not to mention that the yakuza didn't usually punish a member's loved ones just for disobedience. It was Yuuri who had to run and try to hide among the streets of Tokyo while he was chased by other members who tried to force him to return, preferably alive, and all because he refused to marry their 70-year-old leader.
Yuuri would rather die dishonorably than lose his rear virginity to some old pervert.
However, his footsteps became sluggish as he began to lose blood. Yuuri couldn't remember when it happened, but during the escape he took a bullet to the shoulder. The adrenaline helped him ignore the pain.
And in a daring move that might have alerted the police (he hoped not, since they were part of the yakuza too), Yuuri turned onto a pedestrianized street, walking instead of running to blend in with the sparse evening crowd. Luckily for him, the blood that flowed from his wound was camouflaged by his black clothing.
That seemed to work. Still, he looked over his shoulder and recognized one of the yakuza who was looking everywhere, searching for him, so Yuuri quickly ducked to try and get closer to the parked cars to get out of his line of vision.
Still crouching down, Yuuri continued until he came upon a car occupied by a silver-haired man, who seemed to be about to start the car.
Yuuri only needed a second to form a plan. The man was distracted looking for something in the glove compartment, and no one was looking in that direction, so he slowly opened the back door and crawled inside as slowly as possible. However, the silver-haired man did recognize the sound of his door closing.
"What…?" Turning his head, the owner of the car found himself with a gun pointed at the center of his face.
Oh. The man was not as old as Yuuri had initially assumed. He had big blue eyes, perfect nose, and pink lips parted in shock. He really was an attractive man, and probably a foreigner. However, both of their lives were in danger at that moment so Yuuri couldn't waste time on distractions.
"Look ahead and drive." Yuuri warned him with a snarl, holding the gun with his good arm from the floor of the car. Despite the pain, he managed to keep his posture and voice firm, although his arm trembled with exhaustion. "Don't call the police or try anything weird. Just drive a few minutes and then I'll get out of your car."
He then closed his eyes for a moment, feeling sleepy and dizzy, then opened them heavily, trying to stay awake, and when he closed them again, Yuuri didn't open his eyes for several hours later.
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"Is something wrong, solnyshko? You've been very quiet." Viktor asked after seeing Yuuri's serious expression. He left the chopsticks on the table and instead took one of his husband's closest hands, startling the Japanese man.
"Oh, Vitya!" Yuuri squeezed his hand affectionately. "I… I was just remembering our first meeting. Don't worry about me."
Viktor smiled and brought Yuuri's hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles.
"Yeah. How can I forget that day when a sexy yakuza got into my car and pointed his long, big gun right into my face?" He murmured suggestively.
"Vi-Viktor!" Yuuri jumped onto his chair, his face flushed with embarrassment. Viktor chuckled. "Don't say it like that, it sounds weird!"
"I'm sorry, solnyshko. It's always fun to see your reactions." He kissed his hand once more and got up from the breakfast table. "Thanks for the breakfast, my love. I have to go to work now. Oh! I already fed Makkachin, by the way."
"Thank you. Have a nice day at work, Vitya. Don't forget your bento."
Yuuri also got up and hugged his husband before kissing him goodbye on the lips, then went to the kitchen and returned with a small blue box which he placed in his husband's arms.
"Thank you, solnyshko, you're the best. Have a nice day too. And don't overexert yourself, okay? Oh! Also, don't forget that we have a reservation at our favorite restaurant at eight. Happy anniversary!" He gave his husband a little kiss on the cheek, put on his shoes in the hall and left the apartment.
Yuuri followed him to the door and watched him walk down the stairs until the Russian man got into his car, waving his good arm in farewell.
The ex-yakuza then entered his home and began his day cleaning the kitchen, taking things easy as his husband had begged, since the bullet wound sometimes hurt a little, especially on winter days like that.
The past returned to Yuuri's mind again.
He had passed out on the car mats, and it had been one of Viktor's neighbors, an old military doctor, who knew better than to ask questions when he saw a man in a black suit wounded, who had saved him from bleeding to death. However, not having the necessary tools that a hospital offered at hand, there was little he could do for Yuuri, just enough to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding, leaving sequelae such as pain and poor mobility in his arm.
Despite the impromptu escape, Yuuri had the means to access his own money without leaving a trace, so he was able to pay for the man's silence and also for his own medicines.
And when the yakuza tried to pay Viktor for not ratting him out to the police, for removing the blood in his car, and for letting him stay at his house, the silver-haired man refused it and instead asked Yuuri on a date. Apparently, it had been love at first sight on both sides, as they got married right away.
Katsuki Yuuri, ex-yakuza, was now Yuuri Nikiforov, a beloved househusband.
Unfortunately, Yuuri couldn't invite his family to the wedding, as he was still 'on the run' and 'hiding' at his husband's house. He also couldn't hold a job without fear of being found. And his shoulder, although already healed, prevented him from having a low-key job as a waiter or delivery man without suffering perpetual pain.
However, it wasn't difficult for Yuuri to get used to his new life. Part of his training as a yakuza had been to be humiliated in front his superiors while sweeping the floors with rags and toothbrushes, so it was gratifying to be able to use a broom and mop while standing up and then receive kisses and caresses as thanks.
On the other hand, the ex-yakuza still had friends and contacts who gave him other types of 'jobs' from time to time for extra money so he could pamper his lovely husband. So, after finishing his chores for the day, Yuuri used Viktor's old laptop to communicate with TheJusticeHamster.
TheJusticeHamster: I leff the instrucions in the plan pot at th conveience stre near youre house period
Yuuri deleted the chat and got his clothes ready to go out.
From the closet he took a backpack with a harness and two compartments, in which he packed his black suit, a pair of black gloves and shoes, a tie, his pistol with the serial number erased and some knives. After that, he changed into his generic brand tennis shoes, his blue-rimmed glasses, a shirt and sweatpants that made him look younger, and styled his hair so that it covered his forehead, not forgetting to put on a mask so that his face will be more hidden.
With everything ready, Yuuri put the backpack on Makkachin and his leash. They left the house together, walking calmly to the convenience store closest to their apartment. Yuuri then dropped his keys next to a plant, and picked up the bunch of keys and a piece of paper that was stuck to the pot, which he unfolded after turning the corner.
On the paper was written the name, address, and a brief description of the work schedule of his next target, with a photo attached with a paper clip. It was about a businessman who owed a lot of money to the wrong people, so his wife had asked to get rid of him. His life insurance would help pay off the debt in full.
After taking different trains to have various alibis, and changing his clothes in one of the bathrooms, Yuuri finally stopped in front of a multi-story building. He had let Makkachin run free in a nearby park, unsupervised, for the poodle had a locator in case someone dared to steal it and meet the ex-yakuza's wrath. Yuuri then entered the building through the back door, as he knew that TheJusticeHamster had disabled the security system for fifteen minutes two minutes ago, which was long enough for Yuuri to act.
Arriving at the floor number described on the piece of paper, Yuuri casually entered by pushing through the emergency door. There were hardly any workers around, most of them in the cafeteria or eating outside the office, and if anyone came to see the ex-yakuza, no one thought anything strange as he looked as any other businessman.
Before entering his target's office, Yuuri saw him head towards the employee toilets. That made his job even easier.
Four minutes later Yuuri had managed to make it look like the man had slipped on the liquid soap and hit his head on the corner of the sink, tragically falling unconscious onto the toilet bowl, where he ended up drowning, all this without Yuuri getting his gloves wet or splashing water on his suit.
Yuuri then left the restrooms and went back the way he had come.
Ten minutes, personal record.
Fortunately Makkachin was still in the park, so he was able to take his dog with no problem and head back home to prepare himself for the anniversary dinner with his husband.
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"I hope I'm not too late, solnyshko." Viktor apologized with a slight smile on his lips after sitting across from his husband at the reserved table.
“Don't worry, Vitya. I got here a couple of minutes ago.” Yuuri said taking one of Viktor's hands, intertwining their fingers and smiling back at him. "I've already ordered our dishes and the wine, by the way."
"Thanks, love. How was your day?"
"I cleaned the house a bit and then Makkachin and I went to the park." He said calmly, since it wasn't a lie.
"That's all?" Viktor raised an eyebrow doubtfully.
"Well, no. I talked to Phichit for a bit and did him a favor, which is why we now have extra funds for our vacations.” He said unfazed, still smiling.
"I see." Viktor looked defeated for a moment before laughing lightly. "Unfortunately, I think we'll have to postpone our vacation for a few days."
"Oh no. Does this have to do with that last-minute meeting?” Yuuri inquired, trying not to sound too down. They had been saving money for months to go to Mouseland, a trip that had them both very excited. All they needed was for Viktor to get the necessary permits to take days off from his work.
"Yes." The silver-haired man sighed. “Apparently, Yamada-san, the guy the was representing a company that my company wanted to do business with, unfortunately died this morning, leaving my bosses in a panic mode, since the deal was almost done. But without Yamada-san's signature we will have to renegotiate everything, which resulted with my bosses begged me to wait for the other company to find a new negotiator, since I am the one that will review the new contract. I'm so sorry, solnyshko.”
“I see… Don't worry, Vitya, it's not your fault. It's work." Yuuri said, but sighed anyway. “The good news is that we haven't made the reservations yet...”
"But I have better news!" Viktor said suddenly with a brighter smile.
"Yes?"
“Well, since the approval of my days off is still in the process, my bosses decided to add a few more days and an extra bonus for the inconvenience.”
"Oh! That's great, Vitya! We can use those extra days to find a bigger apartment, with a garden for Makkachin.”
"Yes! That's a great idea, solnyshko!"
The couple continued talking but fell silent for a moment when their dishes and wine were served. They started eating.
“By the way, Yuuri. I still haven't told you how Yamada-san died. Some of my coworkers think he was murdered."
"How awful." He answered the Japanese man before putting food in his mouth.
"But the police said it was most likely an accident, as bathroom accidents are more common than it seems..." Viktor looked closely at his husband until Yuuri looked up from his plate.
"Is something wrong?"
"Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" Viktor inquired quietly, concerned, leaning forward. The other tables only saw a lover whispering something in private. "How is your shoulder?"
"I'm fine, Vitya." Yuuri leaned in as well, bringing their faces closer. "Yamada-san didn't even see me." Then he kissed his husband's lips.
Viktor, feeling relieved, nodded and continued enjoying their anniversary.