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It was a great festival with lights, music and fun. Yuuri Katsuki enjoyed it with the man he loved, Victor Nikiforov. They were a couple so filled with love and their bond was so strong that everyone was just waiting for a date for the wedding, even though they both agreed on waiting until they retired from ice skating so they could dedicate their lives completely to their marriage and their life together.
Yuuri stopped walking, still holding his beloved's hand. "Victor...is everything ok?" He asked, looking up worriedly at him.
The man blinked, his hand holding Yuuri's in a possessive way. Yuuri it thought was strange since he usually did it when they were with people Victor thought could take his little piggy away from him, but this time he had been holding his hand like that during the whole festival. The Russian man opened his mouth and his hand moved his bangs away for a second. "What do you mean, Yuuri?" He asked.
Yuuri shrugged and smiled shyly. "You've been acting like if this was the last time we would see...like if you didn't want to let me go or something." He said, then he blushed a little at the stare of his partner and looked down. "W-weird right?" He laughed nervously.
The man stayed quiet for a moment. "Yuuri...come with me please." He said in a plain tone that made the Japanese boy look up.
"Huh? Ok..." He nodded and let the man lead him out of the festival to the parking lot. "Are we leaving already?" Yuuri tilted his head.
Victor's eyes slid around before finally landing on the man in front of him. He took Yuuri's free hand and lifted both of them. "Yuuri..." He sighed.
Yuuri was getting really worried, the tone Victor was using was one that he knew very well. Bad news were coming, he knew it, he just wondered if it was that he would be traveling again or if something bad happened to Makkachin or if he was having problems with his bold spot again.
"Yuuri...Yuuri..." Victor repeated, like if he was still organizing the words in his head. "I want to break up with you." He finally said.
Something stopped in Yuuri's body. Was it his legs? His heart? Both? He didn't know, his words were still being processed in his head. "...H-huh?" Was all that came out from his mouth with a broken voice.
"Let's break up." Victor repeated and let Yuuri's hands go, steeping away from him.
Now Yuuri was sure that he had heard him right. It hurt. It hurt a lot. He couldn't understand why, he wanted to ask but he just felt like he had lost control over his body, he could only feel his knees shaking, the dagger in his chest and the cold tears rolling down his cheeks.
Victor wasn't even looking at him anymore. "I...I will be leaving...take care, Yuuri." He said before turning away and getting in his car.
Yuuri watched him, wishing that he could move to at least punch him in the face or something, but he only could stare and sob, which made him even more sad.
His ex lover gave him one last and really quick look before leaving in his car, before leaving him alone in the cold. Was only then when Yuuri finally reacted and fell on his knees, placing his hands on his face. "W-wait...why?" He sobbed, but it was meaningless now. "W-was it...was it something that I did?" He bit his lip. "Or something that I didn't do?" He looked up at the sky. "Why?" He asked to whoever could answer him. "WHY?!!" He finally screamed before burying his face in his hands and crying. "I-I gave you everything I could...I love you more than anything...what was I supposed to to?" He continued asking, but the the sound of something hitting one of the cars parked there made him look up and come back to reality.
He shakily got up and walked away, he didn't want his misery to work as anyone's entertainment.
Meanwhile, there was a blond boy with a tiger printed jacket resting his back against a tree with the hood of the jacket covering his head. An frown covered his face as he watched the Japanese man walk away. "Tsk...such a pathetic pig." He said, clenching his fists inside the pockets of his jacket.
"I was looking for you." A voice said making the blond turn his head and look at the black haired man with serious expression looking towards him.
"You know I don't like this kind of shits..." Yuri Plisetsky spat and looked away from him.
"Hm, that wasn't what you showed when you ate those sweets with such a happy expression." The man responded with a tone that was supposed to be like a chuckle, but it sounded almost like his normal voice.
Yuri blushed slightly and frowned at him. "S-shut up Otabek! You obviously saw wrong!" He grumbled.
Otabek just rolled his eyes. "Anyway, are you ready to go?" He asked as he walked towards his motorcycle that was next to the tree Yuri was leaning on.
"Yeah, let's get out of here." Yuri said as he grabbed the helmet Otabek gave him and put it on his head. "The most interesting stuff happened out of that boring festival anyway." He added as he sat behind the man and wrapped his torso with his arms.
Otabek turned his head to look at him and Yuri knew that someone else would be raising their eyebrow. Yuri just smirked. "You aren't gonna believe it, Beka." He said and then turned the man's head so he would look at the front. "I'll tell you when we get to the cool place." He said, a childish tone accidentally escaping from his mouth.
Otabek just smiled a little and turned on the vehicle. "Alright." He said before driving away.