Yuuri on Frozen Rice : Zombie Apocalypse

Part 1 : Preparations

 "Have you seen my underwear?" A very distressed Yuuri asked his mother while shoving a large variety of clothing into a luggage.

"Can't say I have, sweetie," His mother replied while washing the dishes, "What's the special occasion?"

"Mom this is serious. I just got a call saying that I got the part for the movie I auditioned for," Yuuri said, putting a large red t-shirt into the bag.

"Oh wow! That's wonderful news! But why do you need the underwear?"

"Well apparently the movie is being filmed in America and they booked a flight for me tomorrow morning," Yuuri muttered, cramming several iPhone chargers and power banks into his carry on bag, "I need that underwear, please mom just help me find it."

"You're leaving TOMORROW?! Why were you informed so late!?" His mother exclaimed, almost dropping the plate she was cleaning.

"I don't know, maybe they were busy or something? Mom please just help me," Yuuri wailed, now looking around the messy room to find that damned underwear.

"Alright alright, just be safe when you go," His mother said softly. She walked up to Yuuri and wrapped her arms around him. Yuuri returned the hug and kissed his mother's cheek.

"So what colour is this underwear?" His mother asked Yuuri. He blushed so hard you could have classified him as a tomato.

" Well...um...it's kind of, um, it's a pink one with r-red hearts all over it," He mumbled, covering his face with his hands. His mother smiled and chuckled cheekily.

"Stop it mom, it was a dare from Otabek," Yuuri muttered, completely flushed and embarrassed, "he told me I had to wear it on the first two days of my arrival in America."

"Alright Yuuri, whatever you say," His mother grinned at him and began to search the house for that underwear. IF Yuuri wasn't so excited about the trip, he would have cried his heart and soul out from the embarrassment. He should really throw it out after the bet was done, but it did look pretty nice...

* * *

Phichit was excited. He and Victor have both been offered a role in a movie. They have finished packing and were heading off to the airport.

"I can't believe we were both chosen to take part in such a wonderful movie!" Phichit exclaimed excitedly, "It was such a great idea to have you in a zombie apocalypse movie, Victor. You don't even need a costume!"

"Honestly I'm just excited to go to England. You know it's the city of many people!" Victor elucidated.

"I have neither the time or the crayons to teach you about the earth's geography," Phichit sighed, turning his attention towards the moving conveyer belts that transported live but lazy human beings from one place to another even though the conveyer belts were statistically proven to be 59% slower than walking speed.

"What's wrong with my geography?" VIctor asked, walking towards the VERY SLOW CONVEYER BELTS THAT WERE MOVING AT THE FREAKING SPEED OF AN OVERSIZED SNAIL WITH A REALLY HEAVY SHELL.

"Oh forget about it," Phichit mumbled whICH HE SHOULDN'T BE DOING BECAUSE MUMBLING IS TOO BAD FOR YOU KIDS.

They walked towards Starbooks (can't sue me now bij) and ordered a large LATTE for both of them to share. When asked for their name, victor gave the nickname "phitor". The cashier gave him a deadpanned look and handed Victor the LATTE he ordered.

"Thank you!" Victor smiled and skipped merrily away into the sunshine. "Oh wait, I forgot this was an airport, sorry!" Unfortunately, the only present that Victor received for his chivalry was a weird stare from Phichit.

"You know I should really get you checked up," Phichit muttered, taking two straws and poking them into the LATTE.

"Checked up for what?" Victor asked obliviously.

Victor glared at Phichit accusingly, "BESIDES, we only need ONE straw. It's because of people like YOU that the turtles all over the globe are slowly dying out!"

Snatching the straw away from Phichit's tight grasp, Victor stormed to the nearest dustbin to throw the straw away.

"Why... Why would you throw the straw away? Isn't that worse than-"

"SHHHH U MUST LISTEN TO ME MY CHILD JUS DRINK OMG" Victor poked the straw into the LATTE and took a large sip. "Why don't you drink?"

"I think I lost my appetite," Phichit muttered, pulling out his phone.

"Well that makes no sense silly! Appetites are only for eating! We are drinking!" Victor shouted so loud that the cashier gave him a weary look.

"Whatever you say princess," Phichit mumbled ( WHY DOES HE KEEP MUMBLING), eyes glued to his instagram feed.

They (Victor) drank the LATTE surprisingly quickly. After disposing of the cup (in the recycling bin, of course), they decided to make their way to the gate. It was almost time to board, and Victor realised something scandalous.

"Phichit I just realised," Victor whispered anxiously.

"What?"

"I, um... you realise how we have, like, around 5 minutes until boarding?" Victor asked with fear in his voice.

"Um...ya?" Phichit asked, uninterested.

"I....um...might need to...um.... gotothetoiletandhaveabignumbertwoiamsosorryicantcontrolitidranktomuchstarbooks..."

"HURRY WE'RE GONNA MISS OUR PLANE, IF IT LEAVES I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!"

**end chapter**

Will Victor finish his number #2 in time?

Or will Phichit leave him to go to the great city of England, ALONE?