Schøøl Asshøle | YOI

A Haunting Face

He couldn't move. The woman he hadn't seen since the accident, the woman who only contacted him to give him the bare minimum, was sitting across the room. He almost couldn't recognize her. Despite the makeup, her face had aged, wrinkles on her cheeks and under her eyes. She had been eating well obviously, looking a bit larger then what he could remember.

Her expression was what set him off the most. It reminded him of someone brainwashed. There was no life, no emotion. Just the shell of a woman who used to be happy.

She noticed him staring, however her dark eyes didn't move. She moved her hand to motion him to come over. His feet moved by their own will, and soon he was standing before her. He didn't notice immediately the arms that started to wrap around him. He was now pressed up against her, the strong arms stopping any movement. His arms laid on her back as she did this, his mind not knowing any other way to react.

She pulled away and instantly looked him over. Her dark brown eyes still didn't gain life however, he noticed that detail.

"You should eat more." She said bluntly, the stale smell of liquor and cigar smoke on her breath. He did his best to not wince at the smell. It was of no use however, his nose scrunched and his head slowly tilted away. She pretended to not notice, or was to oblivious to do so. He felt guilt wash over him as she sighed, the bags under her eyes becoming clearer as she lowered her head.

Lifting it once again, a smile was on her face. Strained, but still there.

"I'm so glad to see you again dear."

He couldn't help it anymore. He had waited almost a life time to see his mother again. His guard collapsed and he fell into her arms, tears silently falling down his face. He couldn't believe that she was here, in front of him, in his arms.

Her arms wrapped around him, and they stood there, a moment of happiness and sadness.

Not everything could have a happy ending, but maybe, this could be one?

A few minutes later, Yuri headed to the bathroom to wash his face. As he walked there, he remembered his mother's conversation beforehand.

"Clean up your face, and then get your stuff. We are going home. To my hotel."

He felt a bit saddened at the fact it was a hotel. His mother must still not be ready to live in the same house that they did before the tragedy, even after all these years. It also meant that she might leave. However, right now, all that was on his mind was that he'd finally be able to hang out with her.

That and he'd be free from this hell hole.

That was all on his mind, until he saw the man also heading towards the bathroom. Silver, or well, platinum hair down to the waist and a red jacket. He knew immediately who it was, and wanted to turn back.

It wasn't that he hated the boy. No, it was more of self-disappointment ruining his ability to interact. Victor was angry at him, disappointed. He didn't want to see Victor face just incase nothing had changed.

However, he still walked into that bathroom. He looked around as discreetly as he could, trying to see where the boy had went. Maybe he could still avoid him. He didn't see him, no feet under the stalls, nobody at the sink.

Weirded out, he walked over to the sink cautiously. That was when he saw him.

The man stood in front of the door, leaning on it. As well as staring directly at Yuri.

What was with this man and using doors as his attack pattern?