YOI Home Zine: a little piece of my story
Hey people!
Here’s a promo scene of my fic “Lusco Fusco” for the Okaeri Zine @yoihomezine. I hope you like it!
The days passed smoothly in the apartment. Victor and Yuuri had their own routines and job schedules, but they still had breakfast and dinner together, when Victor didn’t invite Yuuri to have lunch in some nice restaurant too.
In the mornings and evenings, they took turns on walking Vicchan (even if Yuuri said it wasn’t Victor’s responsibility, making Victor “humpf” at him and go through the door talking excitedly with the little dog), and many times they even walked him together, when Yuuri needed to go to the drugstore or the grocery store and Victor kindly showed him the way, insisted on acting as his translator too. Yuuri even suspected Victor picked only the farther places so that their walk would take longer. Now that Victor had given Vicchan a pet winter coat (a lot of them, actually), he was safe to stay longer in the cold.
Besides these moments together, they stayed separated during most of the day-light hours. After Victor left for work, Yuuri opened his laptop to go through virtual newspapers, specially the sports sections, his job area. Then he checked his emails and started to work on the assignments of the magazines, blogs and news websites he wrote for.
A couple of days after arriving in Victor’s apartment, Yuuri’s fingers suddenly stopped moving automatically through the keyboard while answering an email, his thoughts straying to his beautiful “roommate” and what he must be doing at that exact moment.
Yuuri opened a new tab on the browser and typed the name of Victor’s website written on the card Victor gave him. The homepage showed a lot of pet products, and not only for dogs and cats: cages for rabbits and hamsters in the form of houses with various architecture styles, flavored ropes for rodents, fluffy and colorful beds made of lots of different materials, toys with every color, shape and texture one could imagine, the most adorable houses and washbasins for garden birds, wonderful decoration for aquariums and countless other creative things. Yuuri was amazed by what he saw.
Then he went to the “About” page and found some info about the company, products and stuff. By what he read, the company was hired by the best pet brands on the market to design creative and innovative products for them. Their portfolio was really huge, and Yuuri only thought they might be very successful with what they did.
There were three partners: Victor was the creative brain behind the products. A man named Chris Giacometti was responsible for the the sales. And there was also a woman named Mila Babicheva, the PR Rep. Together, the three of them were the face and soul of the company.
Scrolling down, he stopped when he found a photograph of the company’s founders and almost fell from the stool: the crazy red-haired girl who pushed Yuuri and Vicchan into Victor’s apartment was in the photo, and each one of them was holding their own pet by what the subtitle said. “It can’t be!!!” Yuuri said out loud! So that was how she knew Victor and had a key to his apartment. She wasn’t just a simple neighbor… she was his business partner, Mila Babicheva! It made sense now!
In the picture, Mila had a white cockatoo perched on her right shoulder, with a salmon-red crown of ruffled feathers over the head and the beak touching Mila’s cheek like it was kissing her. Chris, the partner Yuuri didn’t know in person, had a smirk on his face and his white fluffy cat with big blue eyes wrapped around his neck, the tail cascading over his shoulder like he was wearing a fur scarf. And Victor was in the center with long strands of silver hair falling over one side of his body, and holding a standard brown poodle with a lolling tongue out of her mouth. It was Makkachin, Yuuri was sure.
Victor had a big bright smile on his face, and somehow Yuuri felt like this Victor on the picture was different from the Victor he knew. No matter how much Victor smiled now, Yuuri hadn’t felt the contagious joy he transmitted on the screen, and it was like those two men were not the same person at all. Maybe they weren’t.
TO BE CONTINUED...
