Meant To Be Yours - Heathers

What if ice skaters went away instead?

Yuuri woke up feeling worse than before. His throat was dry as a bone and he was as cold as ice. He shivered and tried to open his eyes. The light blinded him, making him squint to try and see.

The last thing he remembered was something pricking his neck, then darkness. Yuuri tugged on his wrists again, expecting but terrified to see if his hands were bound still. He had more energy than he thought he would considering he'd been drugged twice now in so little time.

So when he pulled his hands from around him, he was shocked to find no binds. He was more used to the light now, so he could look around him. 'Huh?' Yuuri was confused to see he was sitting upright in the bleachers of the ice rink where the GPF was going to be held, of all places.

Now that he thought about it... he did come to the rink to find Celestino. He went to the Skater's Booth to find him, only to be met with eerie darkness. He really should have just turned around and left then, let alone even walked into the room.

How stupid could he be? Trusting someone he had never met. Stranger danger was a saying for a reason.

But he couldn't wallow in self-loathing for very long. No matter what he wanted to do, how much he wanted to just curl up right here and sleep for the rest of his life, he couldn't. He at least needed answers. Where was Celestino? Who knocked him out twice? And why did they take him?

The man did say he was "claiming his prize", but what did that mean? Claim made Yuuri's skin crawl. It was creepy and gross, and Yuuri didn't want to think about it much longer. The possibilities would just scare him into not doing anything.

Yuuri stood up on shaky legs and slowly and quietly made his way to the boards. There was no one on the ice, but that didn't fool Yuuri. He knew well enough that people could be watching from anywhere. There were plenty of hiding spots in an Olympic-sized rink like this. To the right of the entrance to the ice was a pair of familiar black skates.

His skates. He remembered bringing them to the rink, but he hadn't taken them out of his bag. Someone had gone through his things.

Yuuri had a feeling that was the least of his problems. Someone walked up behind him, and Yuuri turned around as fast as he could. It was the same man from before. He didn't know his name, but he recognized that face.

He was the one who drugged him, told him Celestino wanted to meet him here, even- as Yuuri now remembered it- the jogger he ran into with Chris not that long ago.

"Who- who are you?" Yuuri asked, backing away from the man as he walked closer. Yuuri wanted to stay as far away from him as he could. The man smiled and said, "I'm JD. It's nice to meet you, Yuuri."

His smile turned manic, and Yuuri had to step onto the actual ice to stay more than five feet away from him. "Of course, we've met before as I'm sure you remember. You really were so beautiful, so kind," He put emphasis on the words, and Yuuri shivered. He didn't like the way the man was watching him, analyzing him.

"In fact," He paused. "You were just what I had been dreaming of for a long, long time. You, Yuuri, are just what I had been hoping I would get since I learned just what real life and love was."

Yuuri didn't think JD knew what love was, but he wasn't going to be the one to tell him that. Yuuri guessed whoever did would be signing their death sentence.

"Why me?" He heard himself ask. JD sighed, "Do you not understand? You're everything to me. You're the only reason I do anything. It's all for you."

Yuuri stopped himself from asking what he did to garner JD's attention. He figured no answer the man would give him would make him feel any better. Likely the opposite, in fact. JD had a twisted, messed-up mind that Yuuri would rather stay out of.