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Yuuri woke up feeling worse than before. His throat was dry as a bone and he was as cold as ice. He shivered and tried to open his eyes. The light blinded him, making him squint to try and see.
The last thing he remembered was something pricking his neck, then darkness. Yuuri tugged on his wrists again, expecting but terrified to see if his hands were bound still. He had more energy than he thought he would considering he'd been drugged twice now in so little time.
So when he pulled his hands from around him, he was shocked to find no binds. He was more used to the light now, so he could look around him. 'Huh?' Yuuri was confused to see he was sitting upright in the bleachers of the ice rink where the GPF was going to be held, of all places.
Now that he thought about it... he did come to the rink to find Celestino. He went to the Skater's Booth to find him, only to be met with eerie darkness. He really should have just turned around and left then, let alone even walked into the room.
How stupid could he be? Trusting someone he had never met. Stranger danger was a saying for a reason.
But he couldn't wallow in self-loathing for very long. No matter what he wanted to do, how much he wanted to just curl up right here and sleep for the rest of his life, he couldn't. He at least needed answers. Where was Celestino? Who knocked him out twice? And why did they take him?
The man did say he was "claiming his prize", but what did that mean? Claim made Yuuri's skin crawl. It was creepy and gross, and Yuuri didn't want to think about it much longer. The possibilities would just scare him into not doing anything.
Yuuri stood up on shaky legs and slowly and quietly made his way to the boards. There was no one on the ice, but that didn't fool Yuuri. He knew well enough that people could be watching from anywhere. There were plenty of hiding spots in an Olympic-sized rink like this. To the right of the entrance to the ice was a pair of familiar black skates.
His skates. He remembered bringing them to the rink, but he hadn't taken them out of his bag. Someone had gone through his things.
Yuuri had a feeling that was the least of his problems. Someone walked up behind him, and Yuuri turned around as fast as he could. It was the same man from before. He didn't know his name, but he recognized that face.
He was the one who drugged him, told him Celestino wanted to meet him here, even- as Yuuri now remembered it- the jogger he ran into with Chris not that long ago.
"Who- who are you?" Yuuri asked, backing away from the man as he walked closer. Yuuri wanted to stay as far away from him as he could. The man smiled and said, "I'm JD. It's nice to meet you, Yuuri."
His smile turned manic, and Yuuri had to step onto the actual ice to stay more than five feet away from him. "Of course, we've met before as I'm sure you remember. You really were so beautiful, so kind," He put emphasis on the words, and Yuuri shivered. He didn't like the way the man was watching him, analyzing him.
"In fact," He paused. "You were just what I had been dreaming of for a long, long time. You, Yuuri, are just what I had been hoping I would get since I learned just what real life and love was."
Yuuri didn't think JD knew what love was, but he wasn't going to be the one to tell him that. Yuuri guessed whoever did would be signing their death sentence.
"Why me?" He heard himself ask. JD sighed, "Do you not understand? You're everything to me. You're the only reason I do anything. It's all for you."
Yuuri stopped himself from asking what he did to garner JD's attention. He figured no answer the man would give him would make him feel any better. Likely the opposite, in fact. JD had a twisted, messed-up mind that Yuuri would rather stay out of.
"I finally have you, and because I do, I want you to do everything I ask of you. Without question." Yuuri's eyes widened, terrified. Just what was this man thinking? Yuuri's mind immediately went to perverted things. Usually when people said that they meant it sexually, but for some reason Yuuri wasn't sure.
He didn't know why, but while JD definitely saw some sexual things when he thought of Yuuri, there was something else he wanted. Something else he wanted to command of the Japanese man.
JD smiled, "I think you can tell I mean no harm. I just want you to do one- well, I shouldn't lie. I just want you to do a couple of things for me." He smirked as Yuuri tried to glide on the ice farther away from him.
He wouldn't fight it. Soon, he would accept what his role was between JD and Yuuri. And he would do whatever JD asked him to happily.
"What do you want me to do?" Yuuri asked in a small voice, almost whispering. JD smiled, glad his love was at least considering doing what he asked. He wasn't foolish enough to believe Yuuri would do everything he asked immediately, not without some motivation, that is.
"Oh Yuuri, I'll get to that in a second. First, instead of you having to compete against all those moronic skaters this afternoon," JD spit. He didn't like any of the people who thought they were good enough to compete against his Yuuri. No one was. Not even he would ever be able to compete on the same level as his love.
"What if ice skaters went away instead?" Yuuri couldn't hide the horror that flashed across his face. Just what was JD going to do?
The man rushed up to him faster than he could react and pulled him towards him by the wrist so that he was pressed against JD's chest. He wanted to throw up as JD rubbed his back and whispered "endearments" in his ear.
Viktor sighed when he saw the rink come back into view. He had gone farther than he thought he had. He saw Yakov, Chris, and Josef were the only three people there. Everyone else had left.
"Yakov," Viktor called. "Where did everyone go?" Yakov looked at Viktor, and it was only because of Viktor's many years of experience with his coach that he could tell he was worried.
"Because of the gas leak everyone has relocated to a local rink that is allowing us to practice there," Yakov explained. Viktor furrowed his brows in confusion, "Then what about the competition tonight? I doubt any local rink has enough space to host the amount of fans this rink can."
Chris had been checking Viktor out to make sure he wasn't injured and spoke up, "The staff members are confident that the gas leak will be dealt with before fans or even other staff members need to be at the rink. Apparently, it's not too much gas, just enough that we should relocate to be safe rather than sorry."
Viktor nodded, it made sense they wouldn't risk anyone's safety. "Okay, so long as they're sure." Yakov grunted in agreement, "Da, now let's get going. You have already held us up for long enough, Vitya. And you need to warm up for tonight."
Yakov led Viktor to his car and took them to the new rink, Viktor looking behind them enough for Yakov to get frustrated. "What, Vitya?" Viktor startled but pulled himself together quickly. "Uh, you don't happen to have Yuuri Katsuki's number, do you? Or Cialdini's?"
Yakov gave his student a weird look. "No, why? If you're wondering where they are, don't bother. Chris already tried calling Katsuki, he didn't pick up."
The worry from earlier came back for Viktor. Why wasn't Yuuri picking up? Why didn't he even come to the rink to warm up? He didn't like where his mind was going, not one bit.
It had been three hours. And Yuuri had yet to show up to the new rink. Viktor could barely focus he was so worried. And Yakov and the other skaters noticed it, too.
Chris had tried to call Yuuri again, but it went straight to voicemail. Chris had explained that it wasn't unusual for Yuuri to turn off his phone before a competition, but where was Yuuri practicing if he wasn't here?
The GPF rink had just been cleared for re-entry, so unless he just decided to skip a couple of hours of practice, Yuuri was missing.
When they finally got back to the Olympic-sized rink, Viktor was antsy to get inside and see if the missing skater was there. He burst inside before Yakov could stop him, and Viktor was immediately bombarded with reporters and photographers.
He was momentarily blinded by the flashing lights of the cameras, and he stumbled back on reflex. He held a hand up over his eyes and pushed through the crowd, not caring for the questions being yelled in his direction. He had dealt with press like this before, but he couldn't care to even flash one of his signature smiles.
He went to the skater-only areas, but Yuuri wasn't there. No matter where he checked, he could not find the Japanese man.
He ran into Chris when he doubled back, but Chris just shook his head. He hadn't found him either. "Can you try calling him again?" Chris nodded and took out his phone, but again, it went straight to voicemail.
There was no excuse Viktor could think of to explain Yuuri's absence. No one knew where he or his coach was, and he had a competition in less than an hour.