“What are you playing at, Viktor? And why do you look so damn old, huh? And… How is your hair long again?”
The boy speaks in English, voice heavily accented and spitting out the words one by one.
“Who… What did you do to my—— our son?”
It is not Viktor who answers, but Yuuri standing behind him. His tone is quiet, but borderline aggressive, and completely ignores the stranger’s questions.
“Hah? What do you mean, Katsuki? Hit your head on something recently? As far as I know, you guys don't have a son and unless you did it overnight, you're not married either.”
“I—— What? Do I know you?”
“Oh my god,” The boy throws his hands up in the air in exasperation, “You really have gotten amnesia. I'm Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky. Does that ring any bells? You know, his—”
He points wildly at Viktor.
Yuri is stuck in a parallel universe where he's supposed to be six years old and the son of Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki.
Needless to say, he is not pleased.
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13 May 2017