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Pierre and Yuki had heated argument, triggered by watching their 2025 Monaco race, because of the crash. Without second thought, loud swears and insults flying around the room, bouncing off the walls, one shifting the blame to another. Final bombshell dropped Pierre, when in heat of the moment, he grabbed Yuki's shoulders, shaking him and yelled at him "I wish you never been born, you're ruining everything and you always bring out old drama, fucking idiotic moron!".
Before Pierre could realize, what was he just said, Yuki, looking sad and hurt, already left into guest room of their apartment, clearly planning to stay there. "Wait, Yuki, I didn't meant that!", Pierre was trying to tell Yuki, but Yuki, with voice, that carried anger, sadness and hurt, just yelled at him to shut up and leave him alone, clearly hurt by the words.
Pierre retreated into the room, they had shared, knowing, that forcing himself to be around Yuki's space would be stressful for Yuki, at least for the night. Pierre was laying in bed, having issues sleeping, still thinking about what he just said to his boyfriend. He knows well, that he messed up badly. He regrets the words he said, because he knows, how deeply they hurt Yuki. He was thinking on how to make up to Yuki, making Yuki's favorite food, take Yuki to his favorite restaurant, doing Yuki's favorite activities or something, but he couldn't choose, because of how much things Yuki likes.
He felt a presence near him and when Pierre directed his attention to the presence, it was just his own dog, Simba, laying on his plush bed in corner of the room and sleeping, cuddled to his favorite bite toy. Pierre felt a bit jealous, because he wanted to cuddle Yuki, but he also knows well, that Yuki is mad at him.
After Pierre successfully fell asleep, he woke up on paddock, more directly in Alpine motorhome on couch, but something felt off, which he couldn't pinpoint. It was weird feeling, like something isn't right, like something wasn't there, what was supposed to be there, like something crucial to him disappeared into thin air or wasn't even there to exist in the first place.
He lifted his phone, to message Yuki, but couldn't find his number, only number saved as "my love", was some girl, who texted him, so he thought, that he had accidentally deleted it during the argument or renamed Yuki's contact, but it was weird, that a contact, he had for Yuki, was used on some random girl, so he went on Yuki's social media, to contact Yuki from there, but when he searched up Yuki's name, he was met with no results. He checked Google, googling Yuki's name, but he was met with no results for Yuki either.
He was panicking, so he rushed into Red Bull's motorhome, to see Yuki himself, but couldn't find him, that's when he met Max and Isack. "Have you seen Yuki?", Pierre frantically asked them, but both of the Red Bull racers looked confused. "Who's Yuki?", Max asked, genuinely confused.
"Yuki Tsunoda, small, impulsive driver, Japanese, he was your teammate, Max and also Isack's teammate for two races, before being moved to Red Bull after China last season! He wanted to open restaurant. He's spare driver this season, but is incredibly hard-working to get a seat! Don't you two remember him?", Pierre was explaining, his voice slightly panicked. "Max's and my teammate of last season? No way, I don't remember anyone like that", Isack said, clearly annoyed, that his afternoon vibe was ruined. "I've checked logs, nobody here works underneath that name, not even for Racing Bulls, it must have been misremembering, Pierre", Max said, his voice clearly carrying a bit of confusion and irrigation, because he wanted to have a bit of peace with Isack, talking about the new engine and everything.
"I am not misremembering anything, Max, I swear, that he existed!", Pierre said, but Isack already pulled out his phone and shown videos from Red Bull's videos, which made his heart drop, because all of the videos, they had been together either weren't there at all or the driver was different, it was like Yuki wasn't even existing here. "Sorry for bothering you, bye boys!", Pierre just said, retreating back and then rushed somewhere. His next target was clear, Racing Bulls, directly Liam, because they had a lot of shared history as well, being together since F3.
"Hey Liam, mind me talking with you for few minutes?", Pierre asked Liam, while approaching, hoping, that he says yes. "Yea, I have like 10 minutes free, what's the matter?", Liam asked, genuinely curious, why Pierre was approaching him all of the sudden. "Well, do you know Yuki? You two were teammates since F3, even in F2 you two were teammates", Pierre was trying to explain, but Liam looked more and more confused. "Yuki? I don't remember that name at all, any description of him you have?", Liam said and asked, confused, as of why Pierre was asking that.
"Well, Yuki was short, around 159 to 161 cm, dark brown, almost black hair, dark brown eyes, in certain angles they were black, a bit chubbier cheeks, not too chubby though, he was keeping his physique well, so his chubbier cheeks were just his face shape, Japanese, he liked cooking and wanted to open restaurant, he was a bit short tempered, often swore, but absolute sweetheart, he was a bit hyperactive and impulsive", Pierre gave description of him, both looks and personality, but Liam looked at him even more confused.
"I don't remember anyone like that, you're going crazy", Liam said, ending conversation there, as he needed to go to urgent meeting. Pierre thought, that it was weird, at least three people not remember, especially Yuki's closest friends, who were his teammates. He texted Checo and Daniel about Yuki with description, but Checo just responded "Don't remember him at all" and Daniel just answered "No memories of him", which broke Pierre's heart, because Daniel was Yuki's teammate for awhile and Checo, even though not his teammate, he was still great friend to Yuki, which everyone seen in the challenges Red Bull done with both teams together.
He quickly searched the Secret Santa videos, even though it was summer, just because he thought, that Yuki will be there, but he was wrong, there wasn't Yuki either. At this point, he had enough and texted to the driver's group chat, but all he was getting were texts, variantions of "don't know him" and few even shocked, because besides spare drivers, there wasn't any Japanese driver on grid since 2014 and hardest one came from Fernando, who replied "Only driver with 22 I knew was Jenson Button, since his leave, 22 wasn't reused".
That just shocked Pierre, because Yuki had been such a good friend with everyone on the grid, no matter their reputation. Yuki was type of person, to go along well with anyone, so why isn't anyone remembering him at all? It was strange, like Yuki wasn't even a driver or probably wasn't even existing. He remembers Yuki's logo and how it featured a leaf, his number 22 and was orange and giggles underneath Yuki's helmet, which were muffled by it. He just realized, how much stupid he was, wishing such thing, because feeling it now, being only person, who remembers someone, who doesn't even exist in that universe. Unfortunately, his train of thoughts was cut, when he had to go racing, but still, image of Yuki was stuck in his head, like a haunting memory of something he yearned, but couldn't get.
After the race, he remembered, where Yuki's parents lived, because Yuki bought him over to them a few times, so as soon, as the race was over, he booked a ticket to Japan and rushed to airport. The flight was overwhelmingly long, Pierre yearned for clues and answers, where was his beloved Yuki? He remembers messages from someone, some girl, who had he saved as "My love", so he connects the fact, that either he haven't meet Yuki at all or he was just friend with him.
When he arrived there, he rushed to the address, name fit, hesitantly, he rang a doorbell and saw older man opening the door. "Hello, sorry to bother you, but I am searching for your son", Pierre tried to be polite, but his anxiety was hearable in his voice. "Son? Pierre Gasly, we don't have a son, we have just daughter", the man said, making Pierre shocked. A woman, older by age emerged and stared at Pierre, thinking, that they got honored to see a driver of Formula 1 in person, appearing at their doorstep.
They quickly let Pierre in and Pierre started explaining to them, about how he knew their son and how their son made it to F1 and how he was dating him, but the couple was so confused, constantly telling them, that they don't have a son. At one point, Pierre sketched Yuki on a paper, the features matching the couple, alongside sketching Yuki's logo and helmet design. A younger woman emerged from kitchen, talking in Japanese, as the older couple told her in Japanese, why Pierre is there.
Pierre thought, that the people there were thinking, that he escaped from mental facility or was schizophrenic, talking about their son, that didn't exist, at least not in this universe. He felt so ashamed, but they let him talk more about their child, who didn't exist, anyway. The older man stared at Pierre, as Pierre was explaining Yuki's path to F1 and the older woman was looking at Pierre, when he was explaining, that Yuki's hobby was to cook and his dream was opening restaurant. It was all just a mess.
As Pierre was leaving house of what was Yuki's family, he felt a slight tug and woke up on bed, in his house, in his bedroom. He quickly rushed to guest bedroom and saw Yuki sleeping like a dracula in coffin, on the guest bed. He felt relieved, that it was just a dream, but it was sad dream, in which Yuki didn't exist at all, he checked time and decided to do breakfast, to make it up for the argument he had with Yuki night prior.
He quickly mixed a dough for waffles and preheated the waffle maker, putting small coating of oil on it and putting the first waffle in, then second, then third. He didn't even realized and he had entire batch done.
After finishing, he heard soft footsteps, that were unmistakably Yuki's. "Morning Yuki, made us some waffles for breakfast", Pierre said to Yuki, his voice soft, as he talked to his boyfriend. "Morning asshole, hope, that they're great", Yuki said back to Pierre, with his usual sass, which was mixed with his sleepy voice, hugging Pierre from behind, so Pierre turns around and hugs him. While Pierre served the waffles, he also stole kiss on Yuki's cheek, making Yuki squeak.
"Sorry for what I told you yesterday, didn't mean it at all, it was just a heat of the moment, but that doesn't excuse, what I said, I shouldn't have said that to you in the first place, you're best person I know and you're making my life complete, you're my boyfriend and I love you so much and one more thing, you're not a moron, you're the sweetest guy I've ever known", Pierre apologized to Yuki, his voice carrying a genuine regret and fear of losing Yuki.
Yuki was shocked, he haven't expected Pierre to apologize, because honestly, Yuki had already forgotten about everything, especially when he just barely woke up and was really hungry. "It's okay, I already forgot about it", Yuki said to Pierre, but by what Pierre said, Yuki understood, that Pierre haven't forgotten about it and the guilt of saying such thing still bites Pierre, because of how hurt Yuki looked and sounded. "Also yea, I am bit of a moron for bringing out old drama, but also, I am your moron", Yuki said to Pierre, teasing him, which resulted in another kiss from Pierre.
After they finished eating, Pierre washed the dishes and changed into something comfortable. He promised himself today, that he'll do anything Yuki wants, to make it up to him. They watched anime, Yuki wanted to watch, while they were cuddling, but haven't watched much of the anime, because they were making out almost the entire time. He cooked Yuki's favorite meal for lunch and dinner, they had to cook together, because Yuki wanted to do it. It was a bit of mess, but it was their mess and they liked it.
In the afternoon, they just lazily cuddled, Pierre's hand messing with Yuki's hair, while Yuki was listening to steady rhythm of Pierre's heartbeat. It was so smoothing and not so long into the cuddles, Pierre felt Yuki falling asleep on him and kissed Yuki's cheek, as they both fell asleep, one of their hands holding the other's hand, as they fell into their dreams.