Voice | Yuri On Ice!! | Yuri Plisetsky

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' ' Your or a character's thinking, this is where subconscious mind thinks.

" " Voices of others,

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Important information

Yuri Plisetsky has one "u"

Yuuri Katsuki has two "u's "

Don't worry, Yuri will be called Yurio in front of Victor and Yuuri.

Yuri's signature word is "HAAAAA??" So, I'll be using that.

(L/N) Last name. (Y/N) Your name. (If you do not want to use your real name, you can use Tsunari Suzukami. (First name and last name) )

Note: This series contains depressing talks, actions etc. Proceed with caution....

ENJOY :)

(Felt like pasting this here, in case people forget lol 😂)

IN ORDER FOR THIS 'INTERACTIVE' STORY TO WORK, IT'LL BE A BIT MORE ENJOYABLE IF YOU LOOK AT THE CHART ABOVE FIRST AND NOT LOOK AT IT AGAIN.

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Sometimes I wonder if life has an end.

Does it last forever?

Or does it have an end?

Will it end tomorrow?

What if it ends today?

Hmm, I wonder.

I love how mysterious this subject is, we will never know the answer since we wonder.

Hmm.

Like building a house of cards. It's so beautiful yet so fragile. With one blow, it crashes into nothing.

A heart made out of glass was not made to love.

It shatters too easily.

Ah?

It shattered.

************ (Yuri POV) **********

"Yes, the surgery lasts about 5 hours." The masked man confirmed. It's funny how I call him the 'masked' man. I always hated the term 'Doctor.'

I watch as they take grandpa away. A sinking feeling inside created a revolting sensation. "I'll go." I murmur.

June notices, but flashes a gentle smile, "I'll go."

I couldn't even reply, she already wore the proper clothing and advanced inside. Before she disappeared, she whispers. It was loud enough for me to hear, "Happy birthday."

'Wait, how did June know my birthday?'

'Also, where is (Y/N)?'

'Shouldn't she be here too?'

A nurse wearing a pink grown bumps onto my shoulder, her emerald green eyes stare into mine, "Ah! You must be Yuri Plisteksy!" She exclaims as I attempt to walk away. Before I could escape, she hands me a ripped edge of a paper and a folded A4, "This is for you."

With that, she proceeds behind me and vanished from a corner.

Out of curiosity, I glance at the back of the tiny paper.

Foxtrot India November Delta, Mike Echo.

Whisky India November Tango Echo Romeo, Papa Alpha Lima Alpha Charlie Echo