Late one night Viktor Nikiforov, the famed figure skater from Russia sat up in bed and sighed as his room lit up with lightning from the storm outside.
He looked at the clock which read 3:00 am, he sighed as he stood running his hand through his silver hair and walked to the balcony of his apartment in downtown St .Petersburg "that same nightmare...", for the last few months he had been having the same nightmare every night. Thinking about the Nightmare he sighed, that was the last time he had ever seen his parents, that night in the ally.
He was a young boy walking with his parents down an old alley, of course when he was a child, Russia was still part of the Soviet Union, which meant most children had to work, however his parents had done the unthinkable, they were trying to smuggle him out of the country to family that lived in Paris.
"Vitya! Hurry up! If the solders catch us-" his father stopped in the middle of his sentence, the soldiers had in fact found them, his father was standing in front of his wife and son in an attempt to protect his family " you can kill me if you wish...but please I beg of you...spare my wife and our s-" a loud gunshot echoed through the alley, his father's body dropping to the snow covered ground like a sandbag, his mothers scream soon following " RUN! VITYA!" she yelled as the soldiers grabbed her and laughed.
He ran as fast as his little legs could go, tears streaming down his face, he could hear his mothers cries as the men had their way with her, the image of his father's dead body fresh in his mind.
The thunder and lightning snapped him back to the present, he slowly touched his cheek, he was crying.
he wiped his face as he stared out over the sleeping city, he hadn't allowed himself to cry in nearly 20 years, but still warm tears were streaming down his face, he took a calming breath and closed his blue eyes thinking back to his child hood.
He ran and ran turning down random streets and alleys praying the soldiers wouldn't be able to find him. Soon what felt like hours passed and yet he was still running well past the edge of the city , he tripped over a raised tree root and fell into the snow covered path but he just laid there sobbing, he didn't care if he froze, he didn't care if he was wet , he didn't care about anything, his body was numb, he just wanted his mama and papa back. Soon the dark night sky turned to its bright grey as daylight arrived , he was still laying in the snow, but he had cried himself to sleep.
A traveller had found him laying in the snow , he gently lifted him and brought him to a nearby work house for children with out families. The man that was in charge looked the cold child over, he was perfect . he nodded and paid the traveler that brought him then smirked "what's your name boy" he asked in a gruff yet demanding tone, Viktor looked up at the new man he was to report to "m-my name i-is...Vitya N-Nikiforov" he was clearly scared as he stood in front of this man shivering.
The man chuckled " not anymore, you will be known as Suka, am I understood!" Viktor's eyes widened at his new name , Suka meant slut in Russian, that alone told him what his job would be. He nodded silently as the man escorted him to a room with showers and dull work clothes " shower and get dressed. I want this room left exactly as it is now. When you have finished, come find me and ill have your first task ready" he laughed again before leaving him alone.
Once again he was snapped back to the present, the sky no longer dark but a pale pink, the storm had passed and the sun was rising, he turned to head back inside but stopped seeing his Boyfriend standing in the doorway with his luggage. He didn't know what to say since he didn't know Yuuri was coming to see him , he was shocked, he still had tears streaming down his face and he looked like he hadn't slept in months " Y-Yuuri...w-what..." was all he managed to whisper.
Yuuri dropped his bags and ran to Viktor and hugged him tightly "why...why are you crying...you never cry..." he reached up and wiped the tears away before frowning, he could tell he had not been sleeping well "why didn't you tell me you haven't been sleeping...I would have come sooner-". Viktor shook his head and forced a smile " Yuuri...don't you worry about me...you need to focus on your skating career-" he moved towards the kitchen and started to make coffee, but instead dropped the glass pot causing him to curse in Russian as he kneeled to pick up the shards he started feeling dizzy and seeing double "tch..." he muttered as a shard of glass embedded itself into his palm deep enough it could be felt under his skin on the top of his hand .
Yuuri sighed and took off his coat and went to the kitchen "Vitya let m-" he was cut off by an ice cold glare "NEVER call me that!" the angry voice came from his boyfriend, he was shocked since he had never heard Viktor use such a tone before "o-okay...sorry..."he silently kneeled down and carefully cleaned up the glass noticing the blood dripping from Viktor's hand "Viktor...your hand-" he softly whispered not wanting to upset his lover anymore.
Viktor started to stand but instead he fell forwards passing out, he hadn't told anyone what he was going threw, he hadn't been sleeping and he rarely ate, these combined had caused him to black out.
Yuuri gasped and dropped the glass he had gathered in his hand and caught Viktor " V-Viktor? Hey...wake up..." he bit his lip and reached for the phone on the counter calling emergency services, it was then that he noticed it. He could clearly see each one of Viktor's ribs, a tear fell as he held his lover close "why....why didn't you call me..." he couldn't help but start to cry. He looked up realizing Makkachin hadn't greeted him at the door, nor was he out on the balcony with Viktor, he bit his lip before whistling for the poodle only to have nothing happen, he looked down at Viktor before realizing Makkachin was gone.
Soon an ambulance had arrived and taken Viktor to the hospital leaving Yuuri alone in the apartment, he sighed noticing Viktor had set up a small little shrine for Makka like the one he had set up for his own poodle back in japan, sighing he kneeled in front of it and payed his respects before rushing to the hospital.
Viktor had woken up a few moments ago, he was confused as to where he was, he looked around his room then down at his hand which was bandaged, a nurse smiled at him " ah your awake Mr. Nikiforov" she had been changing his IV bag.
He looked at her "where is Yuuri?" he asked her as he sat up slowly.
"I'm right here Viktor" a voice came from the door as he entered, he had stopped to get some flowers knowing how dull a hospital room could be " I'm glad your alright...well...mostly...why didn't you tell me Makkachin passed away...I would have been here for you..."
Viktor looked away "please Yuuri...don't bring him up..." he had started getting the nightmares shortly after his beloved poodle died. He laid in the bed and watched Yuuri set up the flowers "you got me silver Lilly's...but...those are my favourite flower".
Yuuri smiled and nodded "Viktor, I am your boyfriend...I should at least know your favourite things..." he moved and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Viktor's cheek lovingly "I'm staying here for a couple months...it was supposed to be a nice surprise for you...but..." he trailed off as he sighed "I promise...next time you need me...ill come running".
Viktor rolled his eyes as he laid there "I hate the hospital..." he mumbled as the nurse left the room finally.
Soon a few days passed and the Doctors were satisfied with the weight Viktor had gained and released him into Yuuri's care, provided he recorded every meal and snack and how much of each he ate.
Yuuri unlocked the apartment and let Viktor enter first "Welcome home Viktor, I cleaned up a bit...your room was a complete mess...and I did your laundry, folded and put it away" he grained as he watched Viktor move over to Makkachin's shrine and kneel "Yuuri...thank you...but...could you stay else where....I'd prefer to be alone for a while...I'll pay for a hotel or something..." he really didn't want Yuuri to see him suffer through his nightmare.
Yuuri stared at him and looked down "oh...ok...I...I'll just go home then...I'm sure you will let me know when you want me here" he grabbed his bags and left Viktor alone in his apartment, on the other side of the door Yuuri stood there silently crying, it felt like Viktor didn't want him around, like he was trying to push him away on purpose.
Viktor sat there letting his thoughts run wild, he was thinking about Yuuri and about his childhood, he loved Yuuri so much but he didn't want him to see how scared he was when he had the nightmare of his childhood, deep down he knew he wanted to spend forever with Yuuri.
That night he went to bed drunk hoping he wouldn't have the nightmare but as usual he woke up in a panic at 3:00 am, he sat in his bed shaking, with a heavy sigh he stood and went out to the balcony and looked over the city, thinking about his past, he needed to tell someone, he needed to let the world know that the great Viktor Nikiforov was a broken man that with out his skating would cease to exist.
Yuuri stepped on to the plane in Russia and froze, he didn't want to leave his lover behind, he moved quickly running threw the airport and to a cab "I need to get to 3416 Czar road NOW!" he got in the cab and hoped he got there quickly.
Viktor got shoes on and quickly ran down to the street coming face to face with Yuuri , he didn't say anything but hugged him tightly instead.
Tears ran down his cheeks dripping onto Yuri's coat "I-Im so sorry Yuuri...I..I need you here...p-Please don't leave me!"