The Boy With The Black Bike - OtaYuri

Chapter 1

Yurio's P.O.V

I slowly open my eyes, only to quickly shut them again from the harsh light peeking through the small crack in my curtains. I groan and roll onto my left side away from the bright sunlight. I open my eyes again and grab my phone off my bedside table. The time read 10:34. I sighed and started getting ready, the smell of bacon and eggs in the air.

After I was dressed, I walked downstairs to see Dad (Victor) sitting on the couch with Makkachin. He heard me coming down and turned his head to look at me. He smiled, "good morning, Yurio!" I grimaced at the loudness of his voice. "Morning." I grumble, making my way into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen I sit at the table waiting for my food. "Good morning, sweetie." Papa (Yuri) says gently as he places a plate in front of me and gives me a fork. "Morning." I started eating the bacon and eggs on the baby blue ceramic plate. "Is it good?" Papa chuckled to himself and I nodded. Just then, Dad walked in and sat across from me. Papa brought his and Dad's plates of food over and sat next to him. "So how is your skating coming along?" Papa asked while Dad was chewing on a piece of bacon. "Fine." I don't feel like talking to anyone right now, I just want to go for a walk. "Well what are you working on right now?" Papa tried again. "Quads." Dad looks up from his plate, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's wrong, Yurio? You seem very reluctant to be talking with us." I shake my head, praying that he won't pry at my feelings anymore. "Are you upset about something? You can tell us." Papa says, concern taking over his relaxed face. "I'm fine," I stand and walk over to the sink to rinse off my empty plate. "I'm going for a walk." I mumble as I exit the kitchen. "Where to?" Dad asks while I slip my shoes on. I open the door and start to leave, not saying a word. "Yurio!" Dad shouts but I slam the door.

I make my way towards the old abandoned park close to my neighbourhood, the brisk autumn air surrounding me. "UGH! STUPID OLD MAN!!" I yelled to no one in particular. I sigh and shove my hands in my pockets, not in any rush to get to my destination. When I finally make it to the park, I sit on of the swings and put my earbuds in turning the volume up not all the way but loud enough for others to hear even though there's no one around, or so I thought.

I gently pushed off the ground, making the swing move ever so slightly. After about a minute or so, I had the feeling of being watch so I looked behind me, but no one was there. I shrug and face forward again, only to be met by another face. I jump and out of reflex, stopping the swing.

"Hi, Yurio." The person said. I took a second to look them up and down. It was an old man, he looked to be in his mid to late 60s. His light brown trench coat was tattered and worn, his back was hunched in the most unsettling way. The hat he wore seemed to hid his face from everything around him other than me, and his bulky work boots were so dirty you couldn't tell what the original colour of them was.

"Tch. Who the hell are you?" I asked coldly, but the man merely chuckled. "Stupid kid, is that any way to treat your master?" The man had an insane grin plastered on his face. Finally I figured out that this was a dangerous situation and tried to get up and run, but the man pushed me back and I tripped over the swing I was once on. The man now loomed over me. I panicked and tried to get up, but the man pinned me down, his knees on my arms. I struggled to get free but it was no use, this man was way stronger than he looked. "UGH, BASTARD!" I screamed, but that only made him laugh more. "I don't think I'll be able to make it home at this rate. You panicking just turns me on so much." The old man licked his lips as a huge wave of fear and adrenaline washes over me. I spat in his face and he stopped laughing, only to hit me in the head hard enough to make my vision blurry. I instantly became more weak slowly becoming more and more unable to defend myself.

I could hear the sound of a motorcycle in the distance, though I had little hope that whoever was riding it would come and save me. "Don't start going limp on me yet my pet," The man whispered in my ear, while tears started streaming down my face. As more time went by my vision started to blur even more and black spotting started to cloud my sight. I was passing out. My body was starting to relax more but I couldn't feel the man on top of me anymore. I could hear what sounded like fighting but I passed out before I could tell what was happening.

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