Join Me In Hell

And Never Leave Me(Non Te Ne Andare)

Your hands, your legs
My hands, my legs,
And our heartbeats
Are blending together
Let's leave together
I'm ready now

-----taken from Stammi Vicino   Aria, Yuri On Ice

------------------------------------------  About  Six   Months  Later---------------------------

It was something few of the residents of Hatsetsu had seen in their town.   It wasn't every day a black, expensive car with a uniformed driver drove through the streets so of course it drew attention.  Attention was something Yuri Plisetsky definitely did not want right now.   He didn't want to be here at all and let everyone  unlucky enough to cross his path every step of the way here know exactly how he felt on the matter.  

"Why are we doing this?  He belongs in Russia with us, we're his family."   Yuri said the question he'd repeated often lately.

Sitting with Yakov was  that  irritated and often demanding teenage  boy with gold hair and green eyes,passing time by glaring at anyone who dared look at them.     Both of them were dressed in black suits, long black dress coats and scarves against the early spring chill.      Yakov's scarf being white and Yuri's red.   Placed between them  was a large framed picture of Viktor Nikiforov,  professionally done only months before the events leading to them traveling here.   Yakov himself held the other object in black gloved hands,  an ornately decorated  large urn.    This was  Viktor and Yakov had spent long nights considering what he should do only to find the solution obvious.  

He would let Viktor be where he'd wished to be  and Yakov would personally take him there.   The Nishigori family had been overjoyed when he'd contacted them,  telling him about the little shrine in their home and that they'd gladly delay their plans so Yuuri and Viktor would be interred together.  

Only one person had  dared to argue against his decision.   In truth,Yakov expected no less from the one he was now training as his successor.   That, too , had been a difficult  thing for the old man to do.   He hoped Yuri would one day learn restraint and tact.   

  The young man had been complaining through almost  their whole journey from St Petersburg.   If not for the fact that he thought it better to keep an eye on him, Yakov might have left him back home.   But this was something Yuri would regret later if he was  not here.   Yuri needed to learn that sometimes you did things because it was the right choice and not because of what you might want.   Though not his son by blood, Viktor would always be a son by choice and Yakov would honor his son's wishes.   

"You know why we've  come here Yuri,   "  Yakov had dealt with this young man too often not to be at ease.    "one day you will understand.  "

Yuri made a derisive sound,  "Never."   

"Be respectful, Yura.   We do this for Viktor  and it is usually better to make allies and not enemies when dealing with others.  "  Yakov  said  "You are still young and have much yet to learn.  " 

In Yuri's eyes Yakov was giving them something that was not theirs, an action he could not understand.   Viktor Nikiforov belonged in Russia, his homeland,  and not so far away in this odd and foreign land.   It would be  too far for Yuri to come and complain to him about Yakov and the others  treating him like a child, even though he was sent on missions now.   He'd brought down that  Celestino bastard, hadn't he,  only to be scolded for being needlessly cruel.    The man deserved what he got.   Not  for the sake of that Japanese Yuuri, but for Yakov and the family.