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WHO: Yuuri and Vitya
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: During the age event
WHAT: Yuuri just wants to win medals and kiss his fiance, and this place is just not letting him do that. >:
WARNINGS: NA

[ Yuuri was tired. ]

[ It wasn't that he had been working himself to the bone, trying to get back in shape for the upcoming season (though that was definitely a contributing factor), but it was a more mentally tired. He felt drained in a way that was hard to describe, especially so after seeing Yurio turn into a little kid right in front of his eyes. He really wanted all of this to stop, to go somewhere normal where his friends didn't turn into kids and he didn't have weird tentacle powers, and everything was just fine. ]

[ He slumped himself onto a bench in the park, covering his face with his hands as he tried to pull himself together. It wasn't going to last long, he knew that, but how long would he have to deal with this? At least he wasn't affected -- he was in no mood to return to his chubby, young self. Especially if he wasn't going to have any memories like Yuri... ]

[ Yuuri was interrupted from his gloomy thoughts by a familiar wuff, and he automatically dropped his hands so he could reach out for Makkachin, rubbing her head absently. It took him a moment to realize that she was alone, and he stared at her for a moment more, trying to process that. Oh, no... ]

Makkachin, where's Viktor?

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[ Even if she were in a position to actually answer that question intelligibly, the thought to do so flies right out of Makkachin's head when Yuuri starts to pet her. Her tail just wags more vigorously, leaning in for more pettings with another enthusiastic wuff.

Yuuri might be able to piece together that she at least came from somewhere to the right, her favorite fetch ball left in the grass over there. ]

[ Yuuri looked around, hoping he would catch at least the sight of Viktor's grey hair and sunny smile, but he couldn't see him. At least, he could see one of Makkachin's toys, and he stood, starting toward it. ]

[ Once Yuuri stood up, Makkachin started to move back towards where she came from. When she got close to the ball, she snatched it up in her mouth before turning back to look at Yuuri playfully. Come play with me! When Yuuri got close enough, she took off before he could touch her, pausing every so often to glance behind her, making sure Yuuri was giving her a proper chase. ]

Makkachin, wait! We need to find Viktor!

[ Of course, Yuuri ran off after her, starting to get worried. He had to be around here somewhere, right? He just wouldn't be so careless as to let Makkachin wander off on her own... ]

[ Just as Yuuri catches up with her, Makkachin's ears perk up when another voice starts calling for her, higher and lighter than what Yuuri is used to hearing. ]

Makkachin, there you are!

[ Looks like they found Viktor ... sort of. Instead of the taller, obviously-an-athlete Russian Yuuri was expecting, the person that runs up to the poodle before dropping to their knees to wrap their arms around her in a desperate hug is more of a twink, a skinny teen with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. He buries his face into Makkachin's fur though it doesn't muffle the slight tremble in his (definitely higher) voice. ]

You scared me! Don't run off like that again, okay?

[ Yuuri had to pause and stare. Of course he remembered how Viktor used to look like; it was hard to forget the person he fell in love with watching on television, who was his inspiration in so much he did. But seeing him younger was different than seeing Yurio younger; he felt an ache in his chest, and part of him just wanted to turn and walk away and pretend this wasn't really happening. ]

...Viktor...?

[ He didn't even know he said his name out loud; he was too numb from seeing him like this. ]

[ Viktor sniffed before glancing up at his name, giving Yuuri an open expression full of relief and the last hints of frightened worry as they faded. He had to take a moment to take a deep breath, his voice evening out into something firmer. ]

Ah, did you find Makkachin for me? She doesn't usually run off like that, not unless it's towards someone she knows.

Ah...

[ How could he even respond to this? He didn't know what to say, or how to even act. ]

[ It didn't help that Viktor looked more like a scared little kid just moment's before; completely different from the image he had of him growing up. ]

M-more like she found me.

[ He grins something like what Yuuri is used to seeing at this age, looking more centered with his fingers curled in Makkachin's curls. He stands to meet Yuuri, just about the same height like this (he keeps one hand on his dog's head though). ]

She's good at doing that too.

[ Viktor tilts his head suddenly, free hand raising to press a fingertip to his lip. ]

... I know you, don't I?

[ ...it's weird meeting Viktor face to face like this. But... the fact that he doesn't really know him, not like this, hurts more than he cares to admit. He has to force a smile on his face, something Yuuri hadn't needed to do in a long time. ]

I doubt it. I'm Yuuri Katsuki.

[ Viktor tilts his head even more, looking at Yuuri more closely. ]

Yuuuuuuri ... Of course I know you!

E-eh...?

[ Did that mean that Viktor de-aged, but kept his memories...? ]

You wrote me a letter recently! I admit, I thought you were younger though ...

...e-eh?!

[ O-oh... oh god, he had written him a letter when he was really young! And he actually remembered it!? Oh no, no, no; that was too embarrassing. ]

Th-that is... I mean...

I was calling you my little Japan skater in my head, but I guess I have to rethink that!

[ He smiles wider at that, the natural heart shape of his mouth showing. The uncertain worry from before has completely disappeared. He tilts his head again though, looking at Yuuri closely again. ]

There's something else though ...

[ Yes, hi, this would be Yuuri, wishing he could dig himself a grave right now. Why did Viktor never tell him this? Did he forget about it by the time they actually met? That would make sense, but... ]

S-something else?

Something ... something about working together? I think? Have we competed together yet?

[ Viktor thought he knew the other Seniors by now?? ]

[ And there went Yuuri's heart again, sinking down into his shoes. ]

Ah... no. We're going to next season, but not yet.

Oh. Were you out because of injuries? You're a little old to be just starting out with the Senior division.

[ Viktor Nikiforov, blunt as ever.

But there's something else about this Yuuri, something familiar that he can't put his finger on ... ]

Ah... not... really...

[ How to even explain any of this? He had no idea; only thing he knew was his heart was hurting and it made it hard to think. ]

... What's wrong?

N-nothing. Just... nothing.

[ Because if Viktor didn't remember him, then telling the truth wasn't going to go over well. Maybe not in the same way that it went over with Yuri, but it definitely wouldn't be well received at any rate. ]

[ Didn't make it hurt any less though. ]

Yuuuuri?

[ He drags out the vowel a little too long, trying too hard with the Japanese pronunciation. He reaches out with the hand not on Makkachin for Yuuri’s wrist, not quite touching him. ]

Something is wrong, isn't it? I know that look on your face.

[ ... Wait, what? He blinks, surprised at himself. ]

[ Yuuri stares in surprise as well, not sure how to even take that. Did Viktor remember him or not? It was like he had little bits and pieces, but not... really a full picture. ]

Viktor...

[ But the problem was, should he encourage that? Was that what got this stupid aging thing to reverse itself? He didn't know; this place gave him a headache. ]

We have met before, haven't we? I've been more forgetful lately, but ...