You Matter⇾Viktor X Yuuri // Yoi Fanfiction

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Eyes slowly open. His whole body aches for some odd reason, 'since when did my bed get so uncomfortable?'  He asks himself unaware as to whether or not he had said it out loud or not. The teen blinks himself awake a couple times and sits up, and holy shit it's freezing! The concrete is almost as cold as ice- concrete.

The blond immediately begins taking in his surroundings, the events of the previous day (if he was even knocked out that long) rushing into his mind all at once. Yuuri was no longer with him, Viktor was shot, they were kidnapped. Fuck, Viktor was SHOT! In a panic, Yurio runs across the small room and tries to open the oddly large wooden door. The large door clashes with the size of the room and its own handle, which also seems to be a small knob. 

'Please open...' His panicked mind says as he leans back with all his weight. 

 Not even a minute passes and he feels his fingers cramping, being squished against the knob. Not even stopping to think,

 ('what will you do once you open it?')

 the terrified teen groans in rage and the handle pops off— It p-popped off?!-— He thinks in surprise and slight excitement, but immediately regrets it when he sends himself flying back, being off balanced, the back of his head and his back hit the concrete as a few wooden scraps and nails also hit the ground. It's then he sees what he's wearing. Completely...completely different from what he was wearing after the banquet. The hospital-like grey gown was nothing like his simple casual pants and jeans he went to the hotel with. He bites his lip and gets to his knees to look at the nails and wooden sharps on the ground. He grabs the nail, it's freezing against his palm, it's size small enough to be hidden if he carefully balled his fists around it. "What the fuck—?" Someone on the other side of the door groans in frustration. The man on the other side clicks his tongue, "You're a damn idiot Yurio. That's one of the things an absolutely hate about you. Why would you break the handle on a perfectly good door when you're the hostage here? Defenseless dumbass..." His voice trails off as footsteps walk away from his cell door. Yurio goes over every last thing he said to him. That man was the first one to talk to him since he got here, and he wasn't going to let obvious clues make him naive to why, how, and when he was kidnapped.

You're the hostage here. 

The teen takes a quick note on the word 'hostage.' He was a hostage, so were he and Yuuri kidnapped for money? They were famous and it wouldn't seem too unusual there were people who wanted them to become rich. Even if they were caught, they'd be caught as the One(s) Who Kidnapped the Famous Yuris. Speaking of them both, Yuuri...

The reason they went to the stupid ass hotel in the first place was for Yuuri. Yuuri was raped, possibly tortured before this. These could very well be the same people, and if this all wasn't for the money... if there was possibly someone who just want them for other things that Yurio himself didn't know what; they were less likely to get out of this ordeal alive. In that case... It would be better to just accept death, or do it...yourself? Would it actually though? He glances downward at the sharp silver nail. Maybe— maybe he could end everything now— 

His cell door is kicked open and the blonde scrambles away from the door, just in time to keep it from smashing onto his back, just in time to see someone. A kid with blonde hair and blue eyes enters. A kid?! 

Yurio is just about to ask if he'd come to rescue him when the teen all to suddenly speed walks over to him and grabs the collar of his gown. Throwing his other hand on the teens head, fastening his weight on his stomach. Yurio gasps at this, realization slowly, ever so slowly sinking in. 

"You just broke a really expensive door. You and everyone who supports you will soon have no money left, so how are you going to pay for it, Yuri?" 

The realization fulling sinks in, 

Yuri starts shaking under the red-eyed gaze of the other boy's. Possibly, the ringleader. The guy controlling everyone, Yuuri's possible rapist, the kidnappers, that man he spoke to just a few seconds ago. The man he just spoke to, the rapist, and the fucking kidnappers! All controlled by a child? 

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QUICK UPDATE ;;

Sorry for updating so slowly. I wish I could do this more often, but school was kicking my ass for a while, and I really wanna be a manga artist. So practice, editing, animating, drawing, sketching, school, art class after school, track n' field, then practicing storytelling and character dialog is kinda fucking hard. But I'll get used to it eventually, and I'll be updating much more then! I hope everyone enjoys their spring break if you have it! I'll be making the cover for Haikyuu! and posting the five stories prior to it. I recently received a new pc so I can do more work rather than just using my mom's laggy ass laptop for sony vegas. You don't know pain until you've used a 9-year-old laptop to edit on.

Love you all,

~!Dekoiii~