Yuuri studies the clouds outside while Viktor lays on his shoulder, sound asleep. Yurio however, is scooted as far away as possible from them, hood over his head. Yuuri jumps and looks at Yurio suddenly, waking Viktor.
"Let's play a game!"
He says
"Let's not."
Says Yurio, but Yuuri ignores him.
"If you were trapped on a deserted island with one person, who would it be? Mine would be Viktor of course.." he blushes.
Viktor shrugs and says flatly
"Makkachin," which makes tears form in Yuuri's eyes. Viktor laughs and insists that he was just joking, giving Yuuri a peck on the cheek. Yuuri smiles and asks Yurio who his person would be. Viktor opens his mouth, but quickly closes it in fear of punishment worse than a face-smack.
"Jean-Jacques."
Yurio says bluntly. Both Yuuri and Viktor's eyes widen in surprise as the both ask
"why?" Simultaneously.
Yurio glances at them briefly.
"So I could personally dispose of him without fear of authorities or reputation."
They both stare at him in silence.
"Betcha wouldn't do that to Otabek-"
Yuuri slaps a hand over Viktor's mouth.
Yurio slowly shakes his head, and flags down a flight attendant. She gives him a bag of cheese-it's, which he hands to Viktor.
"No," he says. "No I wouldn't. "
Viktor smiles and pops open the bag of cheesy goodness.
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Aquamarine (If you love being disappointed, keep reading.)
FanfictionA Yuri on Ice Otayuri fanfiction that I've written previously. I literally lost the previous written parts and can't bring myself to finish it.
