Bullet [A Viktuuri Story]

Chapter 1

Yuuri

Agent 98874 stared at the file he was given by his teacher, Minako. His mind skimmed the pages eagerly . Yuuri Katsuki was an assassin, he was known for killing silently. Yuuri's mind started wander off to the picture of the man he was supposed to kill.

"Yuuri? Hello? Yuuri!" Minako snapped attentively.

"Sorry, Minako. I just got lost in thought." Yuuri said shaking his head.

"Well, you have to be careful on this mission. Your target is a sharpshooter and a very accurate one at that." Minako stated.

"You don't think I know who he is." Yuuri said with a laugh sitting back in chair slightly more. He looked at the file and looked back at his teacher. "You've gotta be kidding me, I mean you want to kill him."

This person was Viktor Nikiforov. An expert hitman, who works for The Feltsman Organization. He had killed off a few older members of the organization Yuuri worked for, but this was unusual.

"We rival with The Feltsman Organization, but this time they went too far." Minako said and got really tense. She seemed too stressed, so Yuuri didn't bother to ask her what was wrong. Minako took a deep breath and look at the man with the black hair and laughed. She had watched and raised this kid since the age of three. Yuuri stared at his teacher in confusion.

"Why are you-" Yuuri said standing up, but she cut him off.

"Sorry, it's just kids grow up so fast." Minako said laughing again. "Well, I'll leave you to your work. You must be very busy."

And she was gone.

Yuuri sat back down at his desk. He wondered who had filed this request and why Minako was so stressed, but agent 98874 never asked questions just followed orders.

Viktor

Agent 845867 was alone in his apartment. Viktor sat there watching the news, alone. He was always one for current events because he liked to know what was going on in the world. He was sitting comfortably, but the room was dark and the speakers were turned up to almost the loudest they could go. This was normal for Viktor.

There was a knock at the door and Viktor still noticed it through the blaring TV. Viktor got up and paused the TV and turned on the lights on. He tentatively opened the door in fear of an enemy agent, but instead it was a teenage boy. He had light blonde hair that came right above his shoulders with familiar green-ish blue almond eyes. The boy looked as if he hadn't sleep a couple days and he didn't mind that.

"Are you..." he lifted up a paper to his face, "Viktor... Nikiforov"

Viktor gasped and grabbed a gun that had laying on his kitchen counter and held it up to the boy.

"WHO ARE YOU AN ENEMY AGENT? AN ASSASSIN? OR ANOTHER HITMAN?!" Viktor yelled. The boy jumped back in fear and had a terrified look on his face.

"NO, WHAT THE HELL! I'M HIS NEPHEW, YURI!" The boy squealed. Viktor lowered the gun and grabbed "Yuri's" hand.

The paper was a document that said Yuri's mother was Viktor's sister, Carmila. Viktor saw no signs of forgery. Viktor cursed under his breath, then looked at Yuri and signaled him to come inside.

"Well, that happened," Viktor said, sighing.