II Victuuri II -Then, I met you-

||Coming home||

||Viktor's p.o.v.||

The blue eyed man slowly woke up to the feeling of Makkachin's tongue running up his face repetitively, chuckle slipped from his slightly parted lips as he wiped the layer of drool and slobber Makkachin had left on the Russian's cheek away.

"Silly pup.." Viktor's voice was lacking its usual bubbly charismatic feel, it was run down and depressed. He hadn't seen Yuri in what felt like forever and missed him more than anything. The younger boy had traveled back home to visit family and thought it would be best if it was just him that went, not realizing that the WiFi back home lacked any quality. They both had felt isolated, although surrounded by family. Every once in a while Yurio, Viktor's old apprentice, would visit the silvery haired Russian and try to cheer him up, but despite the angsty young man's efforts, nothing seemed to work. Viktor just wasn't himself without his other half, although he pretended his best to be in front of the press or interviewers. These days he felt as if he couldn't leave his home anymore with out a lady waiting outside for him with a pen and a notebook just itching to pepper him with questions. Sure, he didn't mind back when Yuri was home, because he had him to help with escaping from the microphones and the questions, running off with their fingers interlocked and giggling like no tomorrow. But now he was on his own, and made little effort to even acknowledge the questioners.

His aqua eyes glinted in the sunlight as Makkachin managed to tangle himself in the curtains that hung over the window, concealing the darkness that was inside, and yank them from the wall, arousing a yip from the poodle as he fell over. Viktor smiled weakly at the unrecognizable lump of drapes and dog rolling on the floor, and slid off of the mattress that enveloped him in warmth. A shiver crawled up his body at the contact of his feet hitting the cool floor, walking to the mummified pup and slowly beginning to unravel him.

"How do you always manage to make a mess, Makkachin? Hm?" He patted the soft fur that covered the dog's head, starting to scoop up the mess of drapes on the floor that had served as a prison. Makkachin yipped and whined in reply, his tail wagging back and forth.

"That's what I thought, bud.." A small chuckle left him and slowly faded into nothing, silence filling the now brightly lit room. He sauntered over to the window and rested his hands on the sill, looking out at the world. The cherry blossoms that lined the street swayed in the wind, their petals decorating the streets with what looked like a light pink winter wonderland. Yuri would love this..., the Russian thought, and hesitantly pulled his phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of the sight. He scrolled through the many apps one his phone, clicking on the icon of a camera; Instagram. A picture of Yurio in the hot springs with Otabek decorated the screen, many more similar photos trickled through his feed.

"Lucky him..." He murmured solemnly, with a twinge of jealously to his voice. uploading the photo he had just taken. The sight of the beautiful trees on his screen caused him to sigh blissfully, picking a filter and adjusting it slightly he posted it, typing in the description: "Reminds me of someone special, I miss you so much.. @-" He started to type the name that came to mind, scrolling through the results until he found it, "Yuri_Katsuki-" With a sigh, he set his phone down beside his bed with hopes of Yuri seeing his messages, and walking across the cold hardwood floor out of his room.

---------------- time skip------------------

He sat before his T.v., on a far too expensive couch, half asleep and inhaling the sent of the all too familiar Yuri. Viktor had wrapped one of the younger man's scarfs around his neck and buried his face into it, the faint nonsense talk spewing from his t.v.. But soon a new yet familiar sound filled the room, a low buuuuzzz. Viktor sprang up from his sleepy daze, his once tiredly half shut eyes shot open in suspense. The lanky boy clambered across the couch, trampling the soft cushions and causing Makkachin to jump up in shock. He hastily scooped up his phone from the small coffee table before his couch and smiled at the words that covered the screen.