gold medals ● yuri on ice one-shots

Viktuuri week: Assassin au

4th day of Viktuuri week.

It wasn't as Yuuri wasn't a good assassin. Sure he was lacking in sharp shooting department, but he was amazing at one on one combat.

"You're taking out this guy," Yuuko - his boss placed a photo onto her desk of a handsome man, maybe in his late twenties. His hair was silver and his features showed, he was used to being center of attention. "Viktor Nikiforov, 27 years old,"

"What's with him?" Yuuri asked and Yuuko sighed.

"He's a playboy," Yuuko said as rolled her eyes, but as she saw Yuuri wasn't satisfied with her answer, she sighed. She hated playboys. "..-and he's been involved with some illegal business."

"Okay," Yuuri smirked at her and nodded. He always got his job done, no matter how dirty it had become. Yuuko was kind enough to take him in after his parents were murdered by someone. He swore he'd avenge them and that is something he's been doing in the agency.

Though, he got jobs like this one, his main reason was to find information about his parents' killer. As Yuuri tried to take the photo and leave, Yuuko stopped him. "You know, when you have him in your grasp, maybe you should ask him about, you know..-"

Yuuri stopped dead on his tracks. "What?" there was no emotion in his voice, his usual cheerful voice turned dark and his eyes, behind blue frames of his glasses became dull.

"..-Your parents, Yuuri," Yuuko sighed. "Try it, maybe you find any luck," Yuuri nodded and walked back to his room. He pined the picture of the man's smiling face. He walked a few meters away to his closet when suddenly he turned around, took his pocket knife and threw it in the direction of his wall.

It all happened in less than a second and the knife landed right in the middle of Viktor's forehead. Maybe Yuuri wasn't as bad in sharp shooting as he originally thought.

The black haired man sighed and shook his head, then sat in gront of a mirror, pushing his hair backwards, taking off his glasses and putting contacts in.

Somehow he felt more powerful like this, when he didn't look like a giant nerd and it gave him a better cover if someone saw him outside of the crime scene. He sighed and thought of a plan how to do this quickly and without a trace.

Yuuri knew there was a big party for the rich coming their way and he would be prepared for it. He had no idea how to yet, but he had a few weeks to prepare so everything would go smoothly.

The part finally came and Yuuri didn't feel under pressure like he did before every other mission. He got over the fact that he would have to kill someone quite quickly, though sometimes the faces of his victims still haunted him.

He sighed and entered the building like a normal person. He hacked into their system and added his name to the list, which wasn't a big deal. He had Phichit, the best hacker in the world next to him.

Yuuri sighed as he sat down next to a bar, taking a glass of a champagne and slowly started drinking it. The hardest part of all of this would be to get his attention, other than that it should go as planned.

The male was becoming tired of waiting, it was normal that his targets were late, it was like they were afraid to come. It was driving Yuuri nuts, but he had to wait. He had motive and maybe this Viktor was the only lead he had about his parents.

"You know this is a party," a person next to him. Yuuri just rolled his eyes, he was not in the mood for chatting with some random stranger.

"Yes, thank you," Yuuri looked at the stranger and his eyes widened. The one and only Viktor Nikiforov was sitting next to him in all his glory.