Toska

Sixty-Four Hours

Missing

Yuri Plisetsky (15) was last seen on his way to the airport from Hasetsu between 7 & 8 o'clock.

Yuri Plisetsky was last seen after the Onsen On Ice showdown on Saturday afternoon by Yuuko Nishigori. The sixteen-year-old figure skater had changed out of his competitive attire and into his trademark black hoodie and animal print shirt (purchased in Hasetsu upon his arrival).

Plisetsky has green eyes and blond hair that reaches his jaw. Prone to yelling and screaming obscenities that earned him the title of Russian Punk. If you have any information regarding Yuri Plisetsky, please report it to your local police bureau or call the National Japanese Missing Person hotline on 011-800-0843-5678.

With a jolt, Yuuri folded the newspaper as he heard Viktor's footsteps coming down the hallway. Shoving it under the table, the Japanese skater's eyes turned to Viktor's. They were wide, somewhat frightened, somewhat skittish, and somewhat guilty; yet none were for the reasons one would suppose at a first glance. No. Yuuri was frightened, frightened for Viktor. Sure, he couldn't even describe how scared he was for Yurio, but he couldn't do anything to help Yurio, on the other hand, Viktor was right here, under the same roof as him. So, the Japanese figure skater was forced to remind himself of this fact. He had to remind himself that no matter what, Viktor's psychological welfare was his priority. As for the guilt, the guilt was something overwhelming. It washed over him in constant waves of what if's. What if they had made the boy, forced him, to stay, no matter the outcome of the competition. What if Mari or his mother had gone, specifically drove him to the airport, just like Minako-sensei had always picked him up and dropped him off.

As Viktor sat down opposite him on the table, Yuuri couldn't help but scrutinize his coach's face. The man was pale, even paler than he usually was (being Russian and all), a sickly pale, only making the rings under his eyes even more prominent.

It was currently Tuesday morning; a rough sixty-four hours had gone by since Yurio had gone missing. Sixty-four hours was a long time, in fact, Yuuri had watched that American movie while he had been in Detroit with Phichit, he couldn't remember the name, but right now, under these circumstances, he could recall everything that happened so clearly. The girl, the man's daughter, had disappeared with a friend in a similar manner Yurio had. One second she was there, the next she had been shipped off under clear duress to work in the sex industry. Her friend was found first by the girl's father. She might as well have been dead with how drugged up they had left her. As for the daughter, well, he doubted Yurio would be saved in a similar manner, for a range of reasons, but mostly, mostly because it was only now that he realized how unachievable the basis of that movie actually was. Like beauty standards really. Even if Viktor was the God on ice, once he stepped off it, he was just a normal human with an uncanny ability to seem godlike at everything he did. But he was not a god. In fact, Yuuri couldn't help but somehow know that even a top-notch CIA agent like the hero in that movie was there, the next she had been shipped off under clear duress to work in the sex industry. Her friend was found first by the girl's father. She might as well have been dead with how drugged up they had left her. As for the daughter, well, he doubted Yurio would be saved in a similar manner, for a range of reasons, but mostly, mostly because it was only now that he realized how unachievable the basis of that movie actually was. Like beauty standards really. Even if Viktor was the God on ice, once he stepped off it, he was just a normal human with an uncanny ability to seem godlike at everything he did. But he was not a god. In fact, Yuuri couldn't help but somehow know that even a top-notch CIA agent like the hero in that movie

"I fail to see what's so funny about the whole situation?" Viktor asked, his voice dangerously low, his Japanese accent thicker than usual. It cut Yuuri.