The Language Of Flowers (VikTuri)

Chapter 4: Tulip Tattoos

Edited April 8th

tu·lip

Noun

1.  a bulbous spring-flowering plant of the lily family, with boldly colored cup-shaped flowers.

Viktor looked up at the boy right near the cart of roses and could tell things were a bit off. The rage from his laptop shutting down and dying on him was no longer present and instead, he was curious of this Yuuri kid.

"Ah...Yes, I am afraid the vlog will be a bit late...Why are you here so early? Ever since you became my only customer, I took it upon myself to remember the time you came in and be prepared...You are 3 hours and twelve minutes early, sir." Viktor mumbled, putting the dead laptop in the small sleek bag so he could charge it when he got home

The brunette shrugged and took it upon himself to take a seat on the table in front of Viktor, his gaze more towards the ground than at the silver haired male.

"Sorry...I guess I really don't know how to act towards people. Which is why I only said the same thing...I believe I owe you an apology for confusing you..." Yuuri muttered a bit awkwardly

Viktor nodded slowly and felt that all was fine and dandy...Till he remembered.

The flower in the vase smiled but no longer laughs...

"Yuuri, what does that phrase mean that you always say? The flower thingy?" It was one question Viktor had since the beginning and maybe, just maybe, he could get a decent answer.

Yuuri lifted his head now. His chocolate colored eyes locked with the others icey blue ones and just for a moment, he considered going silent and leaving the store like any other day but...He didn't. The boy - after about five minutes of silence - spoke.

"When you pluck a flower, it doesn't take away from it's beauty, but...The flower's hourglass of life has now turned over. It is now in the process of dying. But since flowers only purpose to humans is to be beautiful, it continues to smile. No matter if it's dying or not."

For a moment, Viktor seemed confused but then he laughed, he laughed very hard cause he finally realized something.

"You are truly poetic, Yuuri...I like it. Come on, I am gonna show you something.." The male said after a few moments and grabbed the other's wrist.

Yuuri looked at his wrist that had been grabbed and felt a warmth. It started off small and grew fiery, spreading through his whole body. He didn't quite know what it was but it was confusing and all out of place. Why? Yeah, sometimes he got really flustered and heated up but this was like a ball of energy going through him and whenever it disappeared, he felt a small pang in his heart. Not one from emotions, it just seemed to have happened.

Weird.

Viktor had taken Yuuri out of the building and began to run, fast as his feet could take him. Yuuri struggled to keep up with the silver haired male, stumbling into people but he didn't stop. Just kept going forward. They ran for a good twenty minutes or so before Viktor came to a halt.

As Yuri looked around, it seemed like a whole different part of town. The buildings had now disappeared and there were only a few small shacks and shops.

"We will walk from here, it isn't too far up.." Viktor muttered, completely forgetting about the fact that he still had Yuuri's hand in his own. It was nice, to Yuuri of course. And he secured the hold just a bit. Viktor seemed like hed be more of a colder person. Which he was but Yuuri's hands were always naturally hot so it meshed and created a lovely and amazing warmth.

"So Yuuri...Since you can speak now, does this just mean that all along you were just a shy little fanboy of my blog? That truly says something....Beings all I talked about how insane I was. Now that I think of it, it's a bit embarrassing...You don't think I'm a loon, do you?" The silver haired male asked as they came along a large field.

It seemed to be a lot warmer here. Full of life and potential. Plethoras of flowers lined this area, all unique and despite the weeds that were bound to grow, each flower still had it's own beauty. Yuuri was silent for a moment, taking in everything around before he processed VIktor's words and quickly shook his head.

"No...You're just a bit ill I suppose. My mom had what you have...I could tell because you could never truly look me in the eye. Which was good, I would probably explode or something. As you can see, I am not really a people person. I just somehow felt a connection towards you since I got to learn about you from afar and not be forced into social interaction...You know?" He said with a shrug as Viktor led them over to a patch of clear crisp grass, still damp with bit of dew.

However, along the way, Yuuri, being a bit clumsy like he was managed to get his ankle wrapped up in the long vines of the weeds. He fell down to his knees rather quickly, a wince escaping his lips as the small sharp cornered rock proceeded to split open his hand. The once pale had spread wide open, a cherry red liquid seeping down his wrist and forming a droplet which hit the ground.

Viktor's initial thought was to help the boy but when reaching out his hand to help Yuuri up, he noticed something. Right on the lines of his palm, he watched small black lines begin to form. They moved slowly, creating some sort of design and when the drawing came to life, it was the unmistakable drawing of a tulip.

Strange.

Now Viktor wasn't worried about the boy, he just was wondering where this came from. He tried to wipe it away but, nothing. It seemed to have stayed there.

"Yuuri...Let me see your hand..." He mumbled after a while, comparing his marks to the other wound.

Same place, same hand. Only his was a beautiful tattoo of a flower and not a gash.

"So it is true..." Yuuri muttered, a glisten of hope in his eyes.

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I've returned, my loves. ~ Author