Viktor's empty gaze focused on Yuuri's pillow as he clutched his own to his chest. The tears dried up days ago. This had happened because of him. Makkachin slumped his fuzzy head against viktor's feet. Viktor failed to notice, he hadn't eaten in days, his lips were dry and his cheeks inflamed.
"Why didn't I tell him.." He stuttered to himself. He took a tighter hold of his pillow and began to bite at it. Yanking at the silky cloth in frustration.
Makkachin backed away in fear.
Once Viktor had finally calmed he reached into the night stand and pulled out a case. With one hand he unclipped the latch and retrieved the item that lay within. He stared at the silver object for a while. Glaring at his reflection. His trance was broken as a bell echoed throughout the house. Placing the blade back into the case he waited for the visitor to disappear. Every five minutes another ring blasted against the walls. This continued until Viktor finally rose from his brooding. Waddling towards the front door in his week old cloths he snatched open the door. The maple red jacket, the shimmering black hair. JJ's threw his head to face another direction. His cheeks were red.
"I...I'm sorry.... Bout Yuuri" the Canadians usual arrogance was completely gone. "If you need to talk abou..." Viktor lassoed his arms around the Canadian and cried softly into his jacket. JJ gulped at the awkwardness of the situation but decided it would be better to just go with it.
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Sight - Victuuri
FanfictionYuuri and Viktor have been together for exactly one year. They live together happily. But what they are about to go through together may just end up tearing them both apart from each other.
