Left Behind

Love

... That's all I wanted... Love... Love, Viktor... Love... But you left and you took your love so what am I supposed to do with this new love you've presented to me?!" Yuuri screamed and put his hands on his head. "You don't know Viktor... You don't know anything!" The current Yuuri before him was different than the ones he had seen this past week, but instead resembled the Yuuri Irina had brought to him previously in Russia.

"Yuuri I-"

"NO! SHUT UP! I'M DONE. I'M FUCKING DONE VIKTOR." Yuuri took a step toward Viktor and even though he was the one technically holding a weapon he stepped back by instinct.

"I hate feeling like this Viktor... It hurts... My chest hurt, my head hurts, everything hurts, but it doesn't always hurt and I don't know how to make it stop. I can't make it stop!" Yuuri took another step forward.

"So do it Viktor! Cut me! That small blade can do so much more than you think." Viktor stumbled back, his eyes welling with more tears. Yuuri took this opportunity to bolt past him while he was dazed by his own fear and took off down the hall. Viktor hurried after him managing to see him turn into the kitchen.

When he burst through the threshold of the kitchen door way his face flushed of all color. Yuuri was standing with a large knife pointed directly at Viktor. "Now we are even." Yuuri laughed and took a step forward.

"How does it feel to be at the other end of a knife? Hm? Are you scared? Or maybe excited? You've always been kind of kinky." Yuuri's laugh was a mixture of forced and hysterical.

"Yuuri... Put the knife down..." Viktor breathed out.

"Then put the razor down." Yuuri countered and Viktor noticed he was still holding it. He dropped it as though holding it longer would only hurt himself. Yuuri laughed once more and approached Viktor slowly, knife still in hand. Yuuri took the hand that had once held Viktor's razor and caressed it palm up.

Viktor looked at Yuuri with silent tears running down his face, Yuuri's sweet smile causing fear to erupt through him, but his body did not move; He was frozen in place. The knife slid slowly across Viktor's palm, not a single sound escaping Viktor's dropped jaw. Yuuri then slid a slow line across his own palm, locking fingers with Viktor after.

"Look Viktor. That's our blood." Viktor looked down to see the scarlet liquid beginning to stain his arm with a line.

"I-It hurts..." Viktors bottom lip quivered and Yuuri placed a small kiss on it.

"Its our love Viktor... It's the love you promised me. It's the love you took away. And now it's the love I'm going to give you. It's my turn to give you love." Yuuri was suddenly pushed backward, the knife that had been in his hand no longer there. Yuuri looked down at his bleeding hand then back up at Viktor who was now holding the knife with both hands and trembling.

"V-Viktor? What is this... Don't you want my love?" Yuuri's face was full of anger as he stood up straighter.

"You need help Yuuri!" Viktor cried out. Yuuri grinned and took small steps towards the tall, shaking man and placed a finger onto the knife.

"Shhhh. Don't cry." Yuuri whispered and leaned forward kissing the knife, pulling back to reveal and small line of blood forming on his top lip. "Sharp, isn't it?"

Viktors trembling increased and he almost dropped the blade, but Yuuri caught it and placed it back into his hands.

"Be careful. I said it was sharp didn't I?" Viktor slid down the door frame from the sudden lack of feeling in his legs; This most likely due to the amount of panic going through him. Yuuri sat with both legs on either side of Viktors thighs. Reaching forward, the black haired man cupped the hands holding the knife.

"This isn't fun anymore is it Viktor... Maybe this was a mistake all along... Maybe we were a mistake... Even so... I still love you..." Yuuri moved Viktors hands up to his own neck and slid a small line across the side before suddenly falling backward. The knife clattered on the floor as Yuuri lay beside it, Viktors back still against the door frame.

"Y..Y...uu.r...i..." Viktor gasped out his eyes growing wider and wider occasionally blurring from his tears. He crawled forward slowly, pushing the knife away and looming over Yuuri.

"Yuu...ri... wake... up... it's not a deep cut..." Viktors finger reached out and ran across the small red line on Yuuri's neck bringing it up to his eye level to see no blood. He scooped Yuuri into his arms and held him, Eyes never leaving his face.

"Come on... It's not deep... It's not deep. It's not deep! WAKE UP!" Yuuri's body shook slightly due to Viktors trembling.

"P-please... No... I can get you help... Help will come..." Viktor rested his forehead on Yuuri's and squeezed his eyes shut. Viktor stayed there all night, not moving an inch; The only sound in the room being the soft echo of sobs leaving Viktor.

Eventually sunlight lit the kitchen, but this could not cause Viktor to move. What caused his head to eventually lift was the hasty sliding of the resort's front entrance and the stomps of boots that approached the kitchen. Now standing in the door frame of the kitchen was Irina, out of breathe and still in her coat.

"I-" She couldn't even finish her sentence at the sight before her. Both men smudged in blood, one unconscious, and a knife lying to the side. Viktors eyes panned across the scene as well before looking up to meet Irina's own eyes.

"Help..."