"-I'm truly sorry, but I'm afraid is irreversible Mr. Nikiforov."
There is nothing that could prepare someone enough for this, it made Victor ponder about everything coming up next. How would he deal with this? How was he supposed to pursue his pass...
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By nightfall, the couple was sharing the dusty carpet on the playroom's floor, although, neither cared any more for anything surrounding them. Not even the chilly breeze making its way through the open door distracted them, they were too immersed in one another; sharing caresses and warm kisses, some love words, and longtime promises in between it all.
Wearing nothing but their underwear, they stayed like that, pretending the world didn't exist outside the four walls.
"I'm such a groupie now," said Yuuri, with a goofy smile plastered on his lips.
Viktor snorted as he tried not to burst out laughing. "You didn't just say that!"
A bit embarrassed, the Japanese man chuckled along Viktor, moving impossibly closer to rest his head on the man's shoulder. Yuuri then found out that he was starting to get addicted to the Russian's scent; it danced into his nose and went straight into his brain, he would never get enough of it. A gentle touch to his nose made him open his eyes, he sat up to allow Viktor to do the same.
The older man reached for the discarded old music sheets and Yuuri just stared in confusion. As best as he could, the silver-haired man read through the notes, remembering perfectly the sensation of the piano keys under his fingertips. It took him by surprise, noticing how he was hearing the tune in his head. The longing for creating art was still there, buried underneath his self-pity. He knew he would have to face it sooner or later, so why not take advantage of the present time?
"Would you play this for me?" He signaled, after leaving the sheets on his lap.
Gaping like a fish, Yuuri didn't know what to say. He couldn't refuse but he was so out of practice; the piano was certainly tuned because he was aware that his parents took care of it behind his back, thinking he would eventually go back to playing. But it never occurred to him that Viktor Nikiforov himself would ask him to play, and just after...
Yeah, he certainly never thought of that.
"Viktor, I don't know..." He reached for his shirt to slide it over his head. "I mean, it's what I wanted at first but now... I'm so out of practice."
The man totally understood Yuuri, he, too, was way out of practice.
"Well, what if we get back in shape together? Do you think Minako would take me as a student?"
Yuuri blinked. He was out of words to sign. Was this...? Could it...? Was Viktor really implying what he think he was?
"You want to... play again?"
The movement of Yuuri's hands made Vicktor's spine shiver, but he wasn't backing down, not this time.
He wasn't 100% ready to come face to face with the instrument he had been running away from for so long, but then again, giving it a second thought, a few months ago he wasn't even on a 1%. Hell, he'd never actually imagined the sole idea of trying to get back in shape. Then came Otabek and Yuri's attempt to help him, but who could imagine that it would be Yuuri who would give him the courage he so desperately needed.
The Japanese smiled tenderly at the man in front of him, glad of being part to such a magnificent change of heart. He thought about how much the sex had to do with it, so he bit his lower lip and climbed on top of Viktor's lap, changing his usual timid expression, to a very mischievous and sensual-looking one. He knew their act of love was probably just the cherry on top, either way, no harm could come from giving it a little bit more credit.
"The press is gonna go nuts knowing that the great Viktor Nikiforov only needed a booty call to go back to playing."
The Russian smirked. "Well, I'm not sure about just needing one, you know? These insecurities of mine, they go very deep."
Taking off his shirt again, Yuuri nodded in agreement. "Yeah, poor you. I think you need another therapy session. Wouldn't you agree?"
"God, yes! I very much do!"
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After finally reuniting with Yuuri's family that night, back at the main house, both men went into their own bedrooms with huge smiles on their faces. Mary knew, of course, she knew but she felt nothing but happiness for his little brother. Even more so after she was told what the new couple had in mind for the upcoming days.
It was going to be a very tough journey, especially for Viktor, luckily he currently found himself surrounded by people who cared. They had just met and it would take a lot to convince Minako, thankfully, everyone could be positive about the outcome.
There were some doubts in Yuuri's mind and heart, about Viktor being able to pull through, but he would do anything in his power to see this to the very end. It was time for the Russian's world to start spinning again, for his life to un-pause. He believed that this could be the man's last chance. Even if it wasn't possible to just pick up from where he left off, taking the first step towards a new future was already quite promising.
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"No." Signaled Minako, a very blunt and straight negative.
Yuuri paled. "Minako, please! It might be his last chance!"
"Good." Her mind was set and as it pained her to go against Yuuri's wishes, she wasn't going to help that selfish man. Anyone else but him, not after toying with Yuuri's heart. Yeah, maybe he had redeemed himself on the eyes of everybody else, but not on hers. Oh no, not at all. That silver-haired monster had a long way to go if he ever wanted to get along with Minako, she wasn't easily moved by random acts of supposed love. Words were nothing.
Viktor was standing just at the other side of the door, arms crossed over his chest and he shook his head in disbelief; not at Minako's answer, he had known all along that he wasn't getting any help from that woman, but at Yuuri's determination. Why was he so set on making Viktor play once more? He sighed and walked away, a determinate expression on his features. He was doing this, not for himself, but for Yuuri.
Viktor made his way back to the music room, broom in hand. Well, the very first step was making this room habitable once again, that was something he could do without anyone's help, or so he hoped. A ghost-like touch over his shoulder made the man turn his head enough to see who it was, and to say that he was shocked was the very least. Standing right next to him was Mari, also holding a broom.
The woman chuckled "You love Yuuri enough to face one of your greatest fears, I can help with that."
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A/N:
And she is back! XD
I'm terribly sorry for the enormous wait I put you all through, seriously, big time apologize. Work has consumed my entire time and when I'm not working, I'm incredibly tired and can't manage to sit and type anything, at all.
Thank you for those who are still here, voting and commenting.
I'll try my very best to update soon, I'm sorry I'm advanced if I happen to take longer than expected, but please bare with me; I'm never going to abandon this beautiful project. I will finish it. Maybe a bit slower than I imagined, but I certainly finish it.
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