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WHO: Yuri Plisetsky and Goro Akechi
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: Some time in January
WHAT: Time for a chat
WARNINGS: None forseen

[ Yuri not exactly a hard guy to find most of the time. He keeps a pretty rigid routine during the week—school during the first half of the day, a trip to one of the local parks afterwards for his daily training, maybe a pit stop at a cafe or fast food place on his way home. Anyone with even a passing interest in finding him could pick out one of these locations to corner him for a chat, like the Burger Queen that he happens to have stopped at today to get a burger and shake. He's even decided to sit at one of the outdoor tables to enjoy his meal before moving on, more interested in browsing through posts on Rumblr and Bwitter than he is with paying attention to his surroundings.]

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[ Usually he wouldn't go out of his way to invade one's personal life, but what he encountered in December... it worried him. He wasn't as close to Yusuke as most, and he isn't entirely sure how to help other than to talk to someone directly involved.

Though he had immediate second thoughts when he started his trip to Heropa. Why should he burden someone else with the knowledge he invaded people's dreams by accident? That each encounter with friends (and strangers) had him suddenly worried for their mental well-being or concerned that they were hiding more than they should? He had never cared before (considering he was their enemy, why should he have?) and yet... he's never had friends.

He could only hope this wouldn't be taken too badly.

Goro had, at the very least, sent Yuri a text saying he was in the area. At least a little warning before they spoke -- but it really wasn't too hard to find the Russian skater. There was a reason he hated social media. ]

Ah. [ He smiles, however, glad to see him. ] Yuri, I hope I am not intruding too much on your day.

Oh. [ Yuri pauses in the middle of reading some post and lowers his fun to glance up at Akechi's approach. He seems pretty relaxed, even a little surprised at the idea of it being an intrusion. Maybe without the text he would've been annoyed, but since he's been forewarned he's not bothered at all to see the other Phantom Thief showing his face. ]

Hey, no. It's cool. I'm pretty much done for the day anyway.

[ He takes that as an okay to sit down across from him. He's grateful that he didn't need his heavy winter coat currently, glad to be in weather above freezing for a short while. ]

I'm glad you have a moment then. I... wanted to talk. [ Yes that wasn't ominous at all. This really wasn't his forefront. ] I hope you don't mind. It is a rather personal matter.

[ Yuri watches with a little more uncertainty now that Akechi's starting to explain why he was here. It did sound ominous... ]

What's it about?

Yusuke. [ He pauses, sighing. ] I'm worried about him. I worry he may be trying to hide his fears more then he lets on.

Aren't most people here? [ After everything Yuri had been through here, it seemed pretty normal to hide just how shaken he was by things. ]

Fair. I was hoping you'd have some advice, however. If I'm honest I am unsure how to approach the situation because he was not cognitively aware he was telling me.

[ Ahh yes. Again another ominous statement. At least there was no malice in his voice as he spoke about it. It wasn't like he meant to waltz into his dream -- it still surprises him how easy it was. ]

Uh. What the hell do you mean he wasn't aware?

[ Real suspicious there, Akechi! Yuri doesn't actually think Akechi is anything to worry about at this point, especially not if he's coming to Yuri for advise, but that's still a pretty weird comment to make. ]

[ He winces a bit. Right he should explain. ]

It is one of the abilities I was given coming here. I am able to... walk through people's dreams, so to speak. The first half of December I was unconscious and in a coma-like state, which is where I learned how to actually use the ability. I've never focused on it before.

I ended up in his dream and thus... he told me his fears. [ As if that really explains any of it. It was similar to how the Metaverse worked, wasn't it? Where they invaded the cognitive spaces of their targets and drew out information? Or well in his case where he killed people but that was besides the point. ]

So...his dream told you he was scared? [ Sounds confusing, and maybe not entirely accurate? Dreams were always weird, but he guesses he should finish hearing Akechi out. ]

What did he say his fears were?

To be more accurate: I saw that he was scared. His subconscious fears of the past and the future. It was [familiar. empowering.] not quite what I was expecting.

[ He pauses, trying to figure the best way to explain it. ]

We stood in a gallery, portraits hung on the wall exhibiting the past, and the current. Old scars he keeps reopening by reflecting and yet... he can't seem to move past it. It could mean many things - a fear of returning home, of forgetting, but he also fears the past.

I am not a psychologist but... I think he may be holding onto fears out of his control? Living between the present and the past?

[ Dreams were weird, after all. ]

Well, no shit he fears the past. The guy that raised him was a monster. [ Even Yuri was aware enough to know that kind of upbringing wasn't something someone could get over easily, but the rest... He sighs and takes a long sip of his soda. ]

...I don't like to think about going home either, you know. Doesn't it bother you? Knowing we'll just—forget.

Well comparatively, you will go home as if nothing ever happened. Live your lives and continue into adulthood.

I'm dead. [ He flashes a fake smile. ] So I've come to accept that if I do return home, I'm returning to my death.

Despite that, Madarame was his guardian. How he raised him was out of Yusuke's control, much like how my mother's suicide was out of my control. We both believe we are at fault for it. I think he holds too tightly onto that.

[ Yuri grimaces and sinks down in his seat, chewing on the end of his straw. He hadn't meant to remind Akechi of that (or himself), but at least it didn't seem like he was upset...? It's strange in a way that makes him practically itch with awkward discomfort. He can't imagine being so calm about a death.]

...I can try to get him to talk about it more, but it's not like I'm a therapist or anything. I can't just...make him better. You guys are different people, right? Maybe he just needs more time to start to deal with it.

We are, but maybe try and encourage him to see someone? Or to at least let him know you are ...open to discussing it. Perhaps a more open dialogue and knowing you won't judge him will aid him in moving past it.

[ He shrugs however, unsure how much that would even change anything. ]

I don't expect you to do anything more then be there for him. I'm simply...worried. I'm not close -- at least not yet, but I know with you and Otabek explaining there will always be an open dialogue it might help.

I've been trying to do that more with Akira though it's not always easy.

It's not. [ That much he could definitely agree with. ]

I'm still figuring out how to deal with shit like this myself, but I...yeah. I'll do my best to help him out too. ...Thanks for telling me about it.

How old are you again? [ He teases lightly. ] You still have time to figure it out.

It's no problem. Though if you ever need to talk, Yuri, my door is always open.

Less time than I'd like if I'm going to be helping Yusuke out. [ He still had his own mountain of issues to deal with after all. ]

Thanks. I don't know if I'll need it, but. I don't know. It's good to know it's there.

You know, if you are helping him, he should be helping you.

I understand. [ He smiles, this time it's soft and genuine. ] Now that I've thoroughly interrupted your day, would you like another shake? I was thinking of getting an ice cream myself.

No, this one was my treat for the day. ...But one of the yogurt parfaits would be nice.

Of course.

[ It doesn't take him long to return from ordering. He offers Yuri the parfait before taking a seat across him once more. He dips his spoon into his sundae with a bit of a smile. ]

It's been a while since I have treated myself. It does get tiring to watch what I eat.

[ Ahh the life of a celebrity detective: he never really got to enjoy chocolate. ]

[ The parfait might not be as ideal as a shake, but Yuri's still going to relish the hell out of his, immediately picking out a cherry to munch on. ]

I guess I don't think about it too much... I'm more worried about making sure I eat enough to keep up with all the training I do.

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