Beauty's Blades | A Yuri on Ice AU (discontinued)

Chapter Seven

hAHA WHOOPS--

Yuri's POV

Another man had gone missing.

His wife and kids had sat behind me in tears while they gave us as much information as possible.

"W-We were looking for someone, and-and he never came back..!" The wife said. "Who was this man you were looking for?" My Russian accent clanging against her Japanese one. "H-His name was Y-Yuuri Katsuki, he had recently moved here for s-some 'important business' that he didn't tell us a-about" She sobbed harder.

"Wasn't he a figure skater that retired a while ago?" I asked, "Y-Yes sir, he retired right before he moved here". I responded quickly, turning around in my chair, "Did this man have any relations with Viktor Nikiforov perhaps?" I asked, still suspicious about that man. "Y-Yes, he was Yuuri's idol".

"Alright, what was your name again?" I asked, "Y-Yuuko, and these are my t-triplets, Axel, Lutz, and L-Loop" She stuttered. "You.. Named your kids after figure skating?" I sighed "Okay then, but that's not important, what was your husbands name?" I asked. "T-Takeshi" She responded immediately. "Appearance?", "Short black hair, small eyes, h-he was a little bit overweight, and slightly taller than me" She responded.

"Alright, it's clear you're not thinking straight, go back to were you're staying and we'll take care of it" I said as I spun back in my chair, entering in the information I had just gained.

Ah yes, Viktor Nikiforov. I almost forgot that name. I was friends with him while I was in my teens. I eventually grew apart from the figure skater after he started acting, strange. By strange, I mean after his parents had died, he began fidgeting after I became a cop while I was around him. Any time I casually brought up a murder case he was immediately interested, while normally he would want to talk about fuckin' puppies and sugar cubes. Not murder.

I began to look at his file, murdered parents, etcetera etcetera, nothing interesting. I looked through his buying history and noticed a few odd things.

Rope

Medical care items

Weapons.

So many weapons.

I began to become suspicious and decided I should go and figure this out. "Hey Jean-Jerk!" I called out to that idiot Officer Leroy. "Yes Russian Fairy?" He yelled back. "I'm going for patrol, tell Altin I'll be back!" I yelled, grabbing my jacket and walking out of the station.

I hopped in my car, and began driving out of the area, thinking out loud to go along. "Viktor, retired after losing multiple Grand Prixs in a row, reasons for losing is 'personal problems'. During that time many people went missing. It all just seems to connect somehow.." I said. I remained silent for the rest of the trip.

When I reached Viktor's house he didn't seem to be home, so I got out and went to his front door. I didn't bother to knock and just tried to open the door, locked. I then noticed an odd shaped miniature door, which I had the inability to fit through. Damn.

I did the next best thing, and went down onto my stomach and pushed the little flap open.

Wall, wall, doorway, foot, floor--foot?! There's a person in there?! The foot that I saw was bandaged up and seemed to be crawling. Oh my god there's a person crawling in there..! I was ri--

"Can I help you?"

I turned my head around to meet a frightening sight.

Viktor Nikiforov