Chapters Of Possibilities

Yuri On Ice

Despite the video, Victuuri is more of a background pairing, but yes it is a pairing. There's more I'd like to add but this is the gist of it.  She's reborn as Yuuri's little sister,  meets Yura and becomes friends with him and the story delves into their relationship, just to be basic if i don't finish this little blurb.
I wasn't a really nice person by any means or, at least, I didn't used to be. I used to be one of the best in my profession. Killer for hire. A mercenary. Now don't get me wrong, I still had morals and a conscience. Nightmares and drunken crying of my woes to some poor sap who had the displeasure of sitting within hearing distance of the teen with the fake ID, being proof of that.
I checked out the history of each job, before accepting. Never taking any that'll have an overly noticable affect or high profile enough to warrant federal investigation. And none that were entirely unwarranted. No children were to be harmed, no family members to serve a as warning, just those who are directly involved.
Due to the nature of my work, there was no one i was fairly close to who really new what my work was. To them, I was a clumsy dork who could barely avoid walls, despite the numerous gymnastics my mom had put me through in my younger years. To them, I was the shy pacifist, who couldn't resist petting animals, fluffy or not.(I haven't been bit yet so that's shomething,  right?) I couldn't harm anyone and couldn't resist helping anyone I saw who I thought needed it. I would sit in the corner with a book or my phone, reading and trying to avoid awkward conversation. I barely went out, didn't party, so of course they had no reason to suspect me for what I was. Until a 'fun' night out went bad.
My sister, who could be overbearing though I loved her to pieces, had decided our originally planned movie night was boring and so proceeded to drag me to a party that her best friend was having, forcing me into more form fitting clothes than I'd wear outside of my job. I tried to draw the line at hair and makeup but was quickly over ruled. I relented but was internally panicing at looking so much like my 'work persona', if you will. Dawn thought that I should at least try to look like I got in with her friends,  most of whom were the children of high tier businessmen or fashion moguls and the like.  The elite of our age group. And unfortunately, one in particular I know of very well.  Too well. His father was a corrupt lawyer,  and had raped 3 of his previous clients,  who each had  employed him for work place harassment lawsuits against their respective bosses. He got off on knowing that he was the one to do what their bosses failed to do.  Fortunately for his victims, one of the father's knew of me and was able to hire me.  Unfortunately,  during the job his son, my sister's friend,  returned home sooner than was anticipated by my sister who'd informed me of their planned outing.
He'd walked in, just in time to see me snap his dad's neck, after having him confess on video each of his crimes. I left through the window before I was able to be identified, but I'd rather not chance it. Ever since,  he'd been on the war path, searchingfor who ever killed his father,  like any cliche villain. Luckily, he'd only really been able to get a look at my hair before I left. Not enough to make a positive ID.