To There And Back Again

Prologue

Yuuri opened his eyes, the fresh smell of bacon was drifting into the room. He put his hands on the glasses on the desk, and put them on. He expected to see Viktor, strolling in with a smile. They had been together for years, they adopted a son, Kolya who was now living on his own.

He got up. "Vitya?" He called, confused. They were old, maybe he didn't hear him. Yuuri was 40, Viktor was 44. It was a nice life they had lived, he expected someone like Phichit to be cooking, since Viktor hadn't called out.

But the man was there, freaking out. He was in the cupboards, looking for something. "Vitya?" Yuuri called again, the man turned. "Where's Makkachins bowl?" He croaked, he had tears stained in his cheeks.

Yuuri sighed, it was another one of his break downs. He walked over and pat his back, only to be hit away. "What is wrong Vitya?" He asked, surprised.

"Where's Makkachin?" He asked, now bending down to look through the cupboards at the bottom.

"Makka has been dead for years, Vitya. I think we have to take you to a doctor, maybe Kolya can help." He pinched the bridge of his nose, He was still effected by Makkachin's passing, he cared for the dog. But having a dog for almost 20 years, and seeing it die was hard.

"Who's Kolya?" Viktor asked, Looking up at Yuuri.

"Our.. son." Yuuri said, Viktor had forgotten some stuff in his breakdowns but never his own child!
"Wait.. Who are you?!" He looked stunned, then got up. Yuuri blinked. "Vitya, it's me, Your husband Yuuri." Viktor blinked. "Did you dye your hair black? And get glasses? And get brown eyes?!" He yelled.

"They're getting worse.." Yuuri sighed. "Vitya, I'm calling Yuri." He walked over to his counter, and unlocked his phone. Viktor was quivering on the couch.

One ring..

Two ring..

"Yea? What's up old man?" The voice growled, Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief. "Vitya is having another break down, but he doesn't seem to know I'm his husband.."

"Finally." Yuri huffed.

"Yuri, this is serious." He grumbled, he could hear faint curses come from the Russian. "I'll be right over, With Otabek and Kolya."
The line went dead, and he walked over to the stove. It was turned off, thank god.

"Vitya" he called, walking over to the quivering man. "Stop calling me that! No stranger can call me that!" He protests, Leaving Yuuri heart broken. "Viktor.. we're been married for years." He breathed. The man shook his head, "Yuuri.. You're sure you aren't Yuri Plisetsky?" He said. Yuuri shook his head, "his on his way."

Right on time, the bell chimed. Yuuri walked over and opened it. Kolya burst through, His black hair flying as he ran to his father, "Dad!" He called, putting his hands on Viktors shoulders.

Viktor shouted a Russian curse, whacking his hand. "Viktor?" Yuri blinked, walking through the doorway. "Yura!" Viktor called barreling into the man with a hug. "I don't know any of these people! Help!" He begged, and Yura just blinked. "This isn't a normal break down, Old man." Yura said, shoving Viktor slightly.

"It's like his gone back to when he was skating." Otabek commented, out of the bunch,, only Yuri skated still.
"All I know.. is that I was getting ready for my final, then I wake up and I'm here!" He cried.

Yuuris heart broke. "Past.. Viktor?" He whispered. "You haven't seen my video yet.." he raised a hand to his mouth.

"What video?"

"This one,Viktor." Yuri pulled out his phone, and got the video up then showed it to him.

The man was awe struck, which made Yuuri sob. The group turned towards Yuuri. "Dad?" Kolya walked over to him, and raised his head. The tears were falling down his face. "H-he doesn't remember... everything.." he cried, getting into a ball.

"Somebody get Phichit, only he and Viktor knows how to get him out of this state." Kolya yelled at Yuri.

Yuri quickly called the man up, there was rapid talking for a minute before he pulled it away. "He'll be here pretty soon, he was close by." Yura commented, then glared at Viktor.

"Look what you've done, ass hole." Yuri spat.

Viktor flinched.

"How would I know he would break like this!" Viktor protests.
"You should, you and katsudon have been inseparable since the Sochi banquet.. basically." Yuri snorted.

A loud bash sounded, everyone turned as Phichit panted, then ran to Yuuri.
"Sh, sh.. Yuuri breath with me." He began doing some exercises, then once Yuuri was calm he turned to glare daggers at Viktor. "Why didn't you do anything!? You know what to do when his like this!"

"He.. doesn't remember me." Yuuri whispered.
Phichit glared at Yuuri. "I'm.. so sorry..." he turned to Kolya. "I'd say you should sleep here tonight, you should leave." Yuuri said, the three nodded. "We'll call if something else happens."

Yuuri walked to his bed, put his glasses on the table and leapt under the covers.

Hopefully it was a bad dream.

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He stirred, grumbling a few Japanese curses.
Why.. is the ceiling blue?
He looked up, then reached for the table. It was completely different. He leaned over, Viktor posters. Everywhere.

This is not my room.