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Yuri On Ice
"So um... how did I...?" "I brought you up here. You were slumped next to a dumpster. I couldn't leave you there knowing a blizzard is coming through." "A blizzard." He never really got to watch any news unless he got a few dollars that would buy him a cup of coffee and hours in a diner where they would leave on the television. "Where are we?" he muttered around the food in his mouth. "How about introductions first. I am Otabek, what is your name?" He paused. He was not so sure how to answer the question, as simple as it seemed. No one had asked him his name in years. His brow furrowed as he dug through his memories, chewing thoughtfully on a carrot. He would tell it to himself every night along with other important information so he would not forget, but it was sometimes hard to remember things like that after a while. "Yuri." Or --- Yuri is homeless... passing out next to a dumpster... the billionaire Otabek Altin saves him from a blizzard coming in.
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A lone figure ran along the sidewalk. Otabek would have mistaken him for a motivated jogger, if not for the sinewy, fluid movements and familiar figure. He jerked his bike over, skidding to a halt in front of the runner. Otabek's heart was pounding a sickening, dizzying rhythm, but he schooled his face into stoicism as he pulled his helmet off to get a better look. "Yuri Plisetsky died two years ago," he growled. "What the hell are you?" This story is complete and will update every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday. Content warnings: This story contains disturbing themes, semi-graphic depictions of violence and injury, discussion of mental illness, and a whole lot of angst.

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