Viktor Nikiforov is the last of his family, as everyone thinks.
His father left, his mother died. His family is known for getting rid of the evil in the world, mostly around hasetsu. Nobody in the Nikiforov family tree had been there, so Viktor did...
Viktor rouned the corner, in an atempt to find the shop for drinks. Instead, he stopped hearing talking nearby. He peaked around the corner, and made out the voice. 'Jean?' He thought, as he heard him yell out the katsuki name. Anger surged through him, he was hurting someone in his family.
He grabbed the gun out of his back pocket, he always kept one around just in case something happened. He then turned the corner silently walking over. He was hurting Yuuri, His precious Yuuri. He lifted the gun pointing it right into the back of Jeans hair. "Leave. Him. Alone" he choked out. He noticed the man tense, and quickly turn to Viktor.
"A nikiforov!" Jean yelled.
"Jean-Jacques Leroy." Viktor growled out, as he loaded his gun. He looked down to Yuuri, he looked terrible. He punched Jean, The man sprawled onto the ground, as he looked up to Viktor in a panic. "What the fuck! I'm not the only mafia here!" JJ waved his hands, and Viktor beant down and pressed the loaded gun to his head.
"You have a family. Just like all the others did. " he said, his hand began shaking. People had Pooled out of the houses, and began watching it happen. Many people had called the paramedics for Yuuri.
"I have a wife! Please don't kill me! Give me a second chance!"
"Did they get a second chance? Did Yuuri get a second chance!" Viktor snapped, as he grabbed JJs collar, lifting him up. Viktor was tearing up. "Did my mother.. get a second chance..?" He let go of JJ.
"No, they didn't. And neither will you." A loud bang echoed through the street, he heard gasps and wails.
Viktor looked at the blood on him, and JJ and frowned. He rubbed his eyes. "Viktor?" Viktor turned, Chris and Alleron stood there. "Get a medic for Yuuri, ill cal, someone to clean up this mess." Viktor informed them, Chris and Alleron obeyed without a word.
Viktor scrolled through his phone contacts, and he clicked call a gruff "hello?" Came from the other end.
"King Yakov, This is Viktor Nikiforov from Hasetsu." He heard moving from the other end. "What is it Viktor?"
"Jean-Jacques Leroy. I found him and he is now dead. I saved the person he was attacking, pleas get people to clan the mess up." He heard Yakov agree, as he texted Yakov the address. He hung up as people began asking questions.
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He held Yuuris hand, as he went on a rant to the man who had just woke up. Explaining everything. "I do not, do not.. Hate you for being a katsuki." Viktor breathed, Yuuri let out air he was saving up.
"But.. you can't let him see the marks, His fifteen and not like me.." Viktor heaved a short smile. "But can he stay with us? Yakov said it'd be a good idea if I had a partner.."
"It's alright, Viktor." Yuuri assured, then looked down at Viktors hand on his. Viktor flushed and recoiled his hand. "Y-You were shivering.."
Yuuri took his hand again. "Your going to make me cold again."
Viktor smiled, "I should pick him up.. He is a hot head and will probably be pissed." Viktor pulled his scarf off, then pulled it around Yuuri.
He left, then made his way to the Airport. The teen was there's, fuming.
(This is what Yuri is wearing, he usually wears this when there's no Buisness)
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"Old man! There you are! I was beginning to think you got killed!" Yuri hollered, running over to the older man. "I'm not that old.." Viktor hummed. He then grabbed his arm "Let's go!"
He pulled the hotspring door open, as he held his heart shape smile. "Were home!" He yelled, Yuuri turned the corner and ran over. "So you're Yuri?" Yuuri asked. Yuri nodded. "Where will I be?" Viktor and Yuuri exchange glances, "Hm... the basement." Viktor said.
"The basement?! that's where the trash goes Viktor-" Yuuri suddenly got what the man meant, and laughed, Yuri slapped Viktor.
"Alright.. Alright.. Yuranchka You'll be in my room."
"Is there a sofa?"
"No, No sofa."
Yuri then put a finger on his chin. "Viktor, let's try to continue. We do not want a war on our hands." Viktor nodded, as the two went up to their room.
"Don't you think Yuuri is just so cUTE!" Viktor squealed once they both were inside. Yuri groaned in disgust. "We have a war to stop, let's move along." Viktor nods, as they sat down and began to work. Yakov and the Mafia were fighting, On the Bergen of war. He and Yuri didn't want to fight, mostly because many people die, and it'd be a major loss.
But Viktor didn't want to fight because he'd have to fight AGAINST Yuuri.
"You did good, Killing JJ." Yuri commented, while writing.
"You're probably the smartest Fifteen year old ever, And thanks anyway." Viktor commented, pressing his pen to paper.
It was atleast 2am now, Yuri had fell asleep while writing, Viktor was still writing.
His door opened. "Viktor? Why are you still awake?" It was Yuuri, Viktor slowly looked up. "I need to make sure there's no War, I need to write this stuff." Viktor yawned, then continued. It took him by surprise, he didn't even hear the man walk over.
He felt lips press against his.
Yuuri..
Yuuri was kissing him.
After the kiss, Yuuri smiled softly "Please get some sleep." He then left.
