Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Tiny Liquor Bottles

Yuri Katsuki

The third evening in Russia has come around and so has Plisetsky. Unfortunately his walls are still up. That isn't going to stop me though.  It's not about hate anymore, Yuri has problems. Problems I'm not going to let him bottle up. I may not exactly like him but that's because of the things he has said. Things that I no longer think reflect his personality.

"Don't you think one of us should have a nickname?" I break the silence once I'm done with the first volume of death note. It's amazing regardless of how many times you read it.

"Yea. You should be called fuck face gay boy."

Wow. What a mouthful.

"I was more thinking you being called Yurio or something"

"Hell no"

"How about Yura?" He seems to think for a minute then nod from the same spot he sat in yesterday.

"Only if I can have a nickname for you"

"How about... Katsudon" I smile at the memory of Victor calling me that. God I miss him.

"What's that?"

"My favourate food. Pork cutlet bowl"

"I love it. It's basically a synonym for pig" he grins maliciously and I roll my eyes in amusement. At least he's finally smiling.

"Hello kids! Long time" JJ bursts through the door with a small trolley looking strangely happy compared to the last time I saw him.

"Shouldn't you be playing hokey or something?" Yura's smile turns to a scowl as I chuckle at the stereotype.

"I have to collect blood silly" JJ wheels the metal trolley next to my bed and picks up a large needle from the surface of it.

"Oh joy" Yura watches intently as I hold my arm out to JJ and he prepares a spot on it to be punctured.

"So what's this for?" I ask, focusing on the menacing needle. I'm not used to needles.

"These are going to our labs for testing." Oh. I know what this is;

"Industrialisation" JJ averts his eyes and I see Yura frown. Looks like they're not keeping him in the loop.

"When is Kolya coming?"

"Tomorrow if he doesn't have any last minute apointements. Why?" JJ glances up as he pushes the needle into my vain. It's not as bad as I expected.

"I want to tell him his business idea isn't a good idea"

A man like him should know turning my blood into a business is only a means to disaster. It's a drug. It'll create junkies among the vampire race. For them that's terrible. They see themselves as a superior race, untouchable by human issues. Drug addiction is not superior.

"Don't get too mouthy. He'll use his powers on you" he pulls the needle out  and it's then that the slight pain comes. Along with the shock of his words.

"Powers? He has powers? I thought magic users have died out" My eyes search JJ'S face for answers but he only offers a shrug.