Left Behind

Believe

In me... I'm not going to hurt Viktor... I'm a part of you. Yuuri clutched his head, balancing his body with his hand on the counter. His ears were ringing and his mind was blanking. Suddenly it was dark. He was stuck, but he didn't struggle. He wasn't scared. He was comfortable.

Now he was scared. It was silent and he wasn't sure what was happening. He couldn't move and he wasn't able to speak. Where was he? Why did this keep happening? Yuuri finally freed his arm out and he was back; he could see again. Viktor was sitting at the table, an empty, dirty plate in front of him accompanied by a spoon. Yuuri silently picked them up, his gaze falling upon Viktor who was watching his every move.

"Are... you ok?" Viktor asked suddenly. Yuuri thought for a minute. Was he ok?

I feel fine?

Yuuri nodded to Viktor before finishing up the dishes. Makkachin came padding in and slowly made his way to his water bowl. Once there he lapped a bit up then waddled to Viktor. The old dog laid his head in Viktor's lap and looked up at him expectantly. Yuuri noticed Makkachins presence and turned to him with a smile.

"Aw I'm sorry Makka, but Viktor's busy right now so he can't play with you. How about I take you on a walk." Yuuri walked to the lobby to get his coat leaving Makkachin and Viktor. Makkachin looked up at Viktor confused then sniffed him. The fear radiating from Viktor was enough to cause the dog to let out a surprised yelp. Yuuri walked back in, a jacket on and leash in hand. He hooked it to the back of Makkachins collar and gave it a tiny tug.

"Ready?" Makkachin reluctantly followed looking back at Viktor with sad eyes. After a few seconds the front door made a sliding sound twice indicating Yuuri was gone. Viktor took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

After a couple minutes of silence Viktor's eyes flew open and he planted his feet on the ground, putting all his strength into his legs. He leaned forward and finally was able to stand, the weight of the chair causing him to stumble. Viktor took another deep breath and carefully got down to his knees. Once he was down he lodge a chair leg into one of the tables legs, beginning to pull himself back.

He straightened his back the best he could and wiggled his torso, soon loosening the rope and freeing his shoulders. He stood slowly, his hands still tied behind his back and sighed in relief, his breath heavy and shoulders aching. He bent backwards and grabbed the chair, lifting it with great trouble. After twisting it around he placed it on the floor, the loose rope dangling from its back.

Viktor walked into the living room and began opening as many drawers as he could with his hands behind him. He was going to give up his search when the middle drawer of the dresser in their bedroom revealed his cellphone. He checked the time and noticed forty six minutes had passed.

He slid the phone into his pants, deciding that the back pocket was too obvious. He quickly went back to the kitchen where he sat in the chair, sliding his head under the rope and twisting it behind him to tighten it a bit.

Ten minutes later the front door slid open and Makkachin ran in, immediately going to Viktor. When Yuuri entered he smiled at Viktor and pet Makkachins head.

"How was the walk." Viktor asked and Yuuri thought for a minute.

"Fun. Are you busy right now? Or did you finish what you were doing." Yuuri asked curiously turning around to start heating up some water for tea.

"Yeah. I got a lot done."

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Yuuri and Viktor were watching a movie when Yuuri heard his phone ring. He stood up and pulled it out from his pocket, walking into the kitchen. Checking the screen he saw that it was Irina and answered quickly.