Meant To Be Yours - Heathers

But! But! But!

Yuuri woke up in the morning feeling groggy. He also felt stiff, like he hadn't stretched at all yesterday. Turning over in his bed, Yuuri realized he was still in his clothes from yesterday. Yesterday. Yuuri really didn't want to have to think about yesterday.

It felt good to cry before a competition, but he hadn't even gone to practice yesterday. No wonder he felt so stiff.

Yuuri groaned. He really didn't want to get up. Yuuri looked around his hotel room, his suitcase was lying on the floor, open. He was leaving tomorrow, he suddenly remembered. And he hadn't packed at all.

"Why me..." Yuuri complained. He was about to get out of bed when he froze. He was leaving tomorrow. He was leaving the day after the Grand Prix Final. That meant today was the Grand Prix Final. Yuuri cursed himself in his head, he missed practice the day before the biggest competition he would ever compete in.

This was possibly the worst decision he ever made. Yuuri looked behind him, the sun was shining brightly through the windows. It must be at least 8:00 AM already. "Oh I'm so dead," Yuuri whispered, letting his head drop back on his pillow.

Seemingly knowing he just woke up, someone knocked on his door. Yuuri already knew who it was. Yuuri wouldn't be surprised if Celestino left him now, and took the next flight back to Detroit. Yuuri really messed up this time, and there was no excuse for it.

Well, there was an excuse, but not one Yuuri wanted to share. Yuuri got out of the hotel bed slowly, wincing as he stood. Even if Celestino did let him compete today, he would need a lot of time to stretch to get himself at least somewhat prepared.

Yuuri straightened out his clothes, running his fingers through his hair to try and get it at least a little bit more organized. Yuuri opened the door, ready to endure the longest and worst lecture Celestino had ever given him, only to pause when he saw who it was.

It wasn't Celestino on the other side of the door, but instead a man.

Yuuri didn't think he was an ISU official as he didn't have a lanyard with his credentials, a name tag, or anything like that. Yuuri thought he had seen him before, but he couldn't pinpoint where.

"Hi! Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Katsuki, but your Coach Celestino Cialdini wanted me to inform you that he wants you to meet him at the skating rink as soon as you wake up." Yuuri blinked, not understanding for a moment. "Oh, okay, thank you." He didn't question the man, too drowsy to think of why Celestino would tell someone else his room number just to leave him a simple message.

He could have texted if he really didn't want to see Yuuri in person. But Yuuri didn't think of that. Instead, he was thinking of how pissed off Celestino was going to be when he got to the rink. 'Might as well take a shower now.' He shrugged, 'I doubt half an hour will change how much he's going to kill me.'

In the hall, the man nodded, a slightly too-wide smile on his face. As Yuuri turned around, closing the door with him, the man pulled out his phone to take a couple pictures of Yuuri with his hair all messed up. 'The group chat will definitely like those...'

The man walked off, smirking as he called someone, "Hey." "Hey, JD, did you do it?" The man nodded, "Yeah, he should be arriving sometime in the next hour." "Got it, we'll get ready here." "Okay, see you soon." The man hung up, letting out a laugh of glee when he got into the elevator.

He couldn't believe it, 'It worked!' The whole group had been planning for so long now, it was a relief for their first major step of the plan to work. Now they just had to make sure Yuuri got there safely, then they could move on to the next step; publicity.

- - - - -

Yuuri got dressed in his last pair of clean workout clothes, knowing Celestino would make him at least work up a sweat after yesterday. Celestino hadn't called or texted since he told Yuuri to come to practice yesterday, so he had no inkling of how he would be feeling.

Yuuri considered calling him but dismissed that thought quickly. He would almost prefer to speak with Celestino face-to-face instead of having to only hear his voice, not able to see his body language or facial expressions. It was unusual for him, as his anxiety usually made him want to hide and speak online instead of in person, but for some reason, Yuuri just had a feeling.

Later, Yuuri would wish he had gone against his instincts and called Celestino, but, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.

- - - - -

Yuuri had walked to the Ice Skating rink, wanting the chance to stretch his legs more before he did any sort of workout or other stretching.

He hadn't seen Celestino or any of the other skaters at the Hotel cafe, which wasn't surprising because everyone was likely getting ready for the Grand Prix Final later that day. Approaching the large building, Yuuri took a deep breath, preparing himself.

Yuuri opened the door to the rink, ignoring the loads of reporters crowding outside it. They called for comments on his thoughts on the competition, as well as one person asking about whether or not he was confident competing against Viktor Nikiforov.

'Who would?' The only person Yuuri could think of who would be confident going up against the living legend himself was Chris.

Speaking of Chris, Yuuri was happy that he would at least be able to see Chris again before he retired from skating. It wasn't official that he was retiring, but Yuuri was eighty percent sure that he was going to. Maybe Chris would still stay in contact with him after that, but Yuuri wouldn't blame him if he didn't.

Walking inside the rink, Yuuri didn't see anyone there, which Yuuri found weird. Normally all the skaters would be prepping already, stretching or running through their programs.

Yuuri hesitantly walked to the ice. It was deserted.

Yuuri heard a noise behind him, turning around quickly. He saw, weirdly enough, the guy who told him Celestino wanted to meet him here. "Hello? Do you know where Celestino Cialdini is?" The man smiled at Yuuri, "Hi, and yeah, I saw him right back there in the skater's booth."

Yuuri nodded, "Okay, thanks," Yuuri smiled. He walked past the man and into the skater's booth, which was pitch black inside. He didn't know where the light switch was, so he walked carefully farther into the room. He heard shuffling in front of him and stopped.

'Why is this so scary?' Yuuri wondered, taking another step forward, straining his eyes to see something. He was able to make out a man's face four feet away from him and was about to scream when something hit the back of his head.

Everything went black.

- - - - -

When Yuuri woke up, his vision was blurry. He looked around him, seeing four people standing and looking down at him. He tried to pick up his hands, only to feel them bound behind him. He started to panic, feeling trapped and scared.

"Wh- who are you?" Yuuri asked, cursing himself for stuttering. One of the men leaned closer to him. "Hey, Yuuri." Yuuri recognized him as the man Celestino had sent to have Yuuri meet him here. "What? What are you-"

"I'm claiming what's mine." The man smiled maniacally. " 'What's yours'? What? But! But! But!" Yuuri stuttered, pulling against his binds. "But nothing, Yuuri. You're my prize. And I intend to keep you." The man said, smiling wide.

Yuuri felt something probe his neck. He looked to his side to see the man whose face he saw in the dark. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, what was happening to him? What is even going on? The man pulled his hands away from Yuuri's neck, taking some kind of syringe with him.

"Wha- whatz... tha?" Yuuri didn't get an answer as his vision went black again.