How does a blooming garden meet his eyes? How is it that every plant that died is suddenly alive? His mind can not comprehend what's ahead, because of some secrets and a silver haired man.

It was the middle of a sleepless night when the shop was broken into. No one was around to see this new man. He broke in under the claim to see the dangers, but he knew it was foolish to assume to.

This Katsuki is an innocent. He's frail and fragile, which makes it obvious why he isn't dangerous. He wouldn't be able to hurt a fly. Now when his parents ask how he's been he doesn't have to lie.

Viktor wanted to protect him, not caring if it was only because of attraction. That's why he broke in that night. That's why he healed the plants and eventually Yūri's heart. He wanted to feel loved and needed. It's a simple request that the whole world was screaming.

After ignoring some truths he learned, Viktor went back to a bench he called home.

Now, enter another human with no knowledge of his very being. He's looking Swiss and very merry.

"Now what is someone as sober as you doing out so late?" A wink was sent after and he thought he was going to get lucky.

"I'm here for a good night's sleep. At least a bench is better than an alleyway." There's no point of continuing this conversation if he's not going to give the man what he's looking for.

"My bed would be better than a bench. You can keep it warm until you find your feet." The silver hair looks like it's glowing to any humans.

"It seems I have a job lined up so I'm already running, but I wouldn't mind having some airconditioning. If you'd let me I'll stay for the night and be out in the morning." One night wouldn't be so bad. That wouldn't be so mad.

"Rent is expensive and I wouldn't mind having some extra money, so would you mind staying if you paid your share? It'll take months for you to find a place with the market as it is. You could stay in my bed." Wouldn't that make him just like his mother?

"You seem quite impulsive my friend, so let me offer some advice. Let me stay for a month and see if I'm worth the trouble. There will be no hard feelings if you don't want me around. I can find some place else in town." There's no way out of that life when you enter it.

"You're smart, mon ami, you'll go far. I doubt you'll have to say bonsoir. Follow after me to your new home." He knows how to avoid it.

"Do you have a name or should I call you roommate?"

"My name is Chris."

"Well Chris, Im not sleeping with you."

"What's your name?"

"Viktor."

"I have a couch Viktor, as long as you don't mind me taking others to bed."

"I'm a heavy sleeper."

"Then we have am agreement."

The whore was his mother, who do you take him for?

His mother was the one who slept with guys for money. No, he takes that notion and turns it around on his victims. He's mischevious like full faries. He knows his way around a conversation.

Now it's morning and he's brought back to the shop. He saw the look in his eyes and he knew it was the end of his freedom. He's staying until this human is gone. Wonder and relief are in the sweet brown eyes. The story can finally begin.

All the pieces are placed. There's no more need for this pace. Let's get on with their story. Everything is set up to tell how wonderful and messed up their lives were.

Peace
~GayWeabooTrash