YURI!!! ON ICE ~ One Shots (Multiple Ships)

Makkachin 2.0 (Viktor x Yuuri)

Hey, whats this? I'm not writing Otayuri for once? I know right, even I'm amazed. But hell, gonna make this one kinda sad kinda happy. As you can tell I write a lot of sad shit because it's easier for me to write about. I love sadness and angst and shit damn.

Also, my laptop is dead so I'm having to write this on my phone. This may have A LOT of mistakes!

Description: Makkachin is old. Viktor knows this. Yuuri want's to make his passing as easy as possible.

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Viktor watched patiently as Makkachin tried his best to jump up onto the couch, but he was having no luck. The old pooch just couldn't do it anymore. Viktor helped him up onto the couch eventually, stroking the poodles chocolate fur as he let out a defeated sigh. Makkachin's time was soon; it was obvious, and would happen whether or not anyone would want it to.

"Do you think he's in pain?" Viktor mumbled, glancing up at Yuuri, who was leant against the door way watching the two. He frowned, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he walked over and sat next to Viktor.

"As much as I want to say no, Viktor, he looks like it. He can't run or jump anymore. He's struggling to walk with every passing day. I think it's time." Yuuri sighed, resting his hand on Viktor's knee, a sign to show that it would be okay. The Russian nodded, pursing his lips together as he smiled sadly at his husband.

"You're right. But, he's been with me for years Yuuri. I'm not ready to say goodbye." Viktor admitted, pushing his hair back from his left eye.

"No one is ever ready to say goodbye, babe. It's a part of life which has to happen sooner or later." Yuuri leant over and pressed a kiss to Viktor's cheek, before pushing himself up and walking back to the kitchen to finish making their dinner.

Makkachin sighed beside Viktor, resting his head on his owners knee. He was tired, it was obvious that he knew too. He knew that his time was close; but he seemed ready. The poodle let out a small 'arf', causing Viktor to move his hand to pet his head. Viktor didn't want to say goodbye to Makkachin, they'd spent so many amazing years together. He'd always been there when Viktor needed cheering up. But Yuuri was right, it's a part of life that can't be avoided, no matter what you do. It wasn't going to be easy for anyone.

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"You don't have to go in with him, Viktor." Yuuri mumbled, resting a hand on the dip of Viktor's back. The silver haired man nodded, tears stinging at his eyes. He didn't want to cry now, not in front of Makkachin. Viktor wanted Makkachin's last memory of him to be positive, not him sobbing like a baby. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep the tears back for long.

"I have to Yuuri, it's wrong for me not to." Viktor managed to get out, his voice noticeably wavering at the thought of Makkachin passing. Yuuri nodded, gently rubbing is husband's back as they walked into the Vet's room. The vet explained everything to them, Makkachin laying at Viktor's feet. Viktor still managed to keep the tears from spilling. Yuuri, on the other hand, was letting himself cry. He knew it was best.

Eventually, it came down to putting Makkachin to sleep. Viktor handed the poodle over to the vet, deciding it'd be best to just let Makkachin go with out seeing him pass. Instead, he grabbed Yuuri's hand, giving it a tight squeeze as they left the vet's office. It wasn't until they had stepped outside that Viktor broke down, practically falling into Yuuri's embrace. He was inconsolable, and it was understandable why he would be. Yuuri too was crying, but was trying to hold it together so he could help Viktor more. It was a hard day for anyone close to Makkachin, but Viktor would be the one struggling to move on from this.