Author's Note: So, here I am...in a totally different fandom...having no regrets at all. WE WERE BORN TO SHIP VIKTUURI! AND OTAYURI! I'm in love with this story and I hope you'll come to love this too. Let's go!

Miwaku: I don't own Yuri! On Ice. (ugh, damn it FF, why you not place those three exclamation points there)

WARNING (more like surprise): There will be animals talking (like legit talking) to each other and they could understand one another. Humans can only hear them as animal sounds. And I know all of us love the animals in YOI.

Prologue

It was a beautiful March morning. The sun was up and about, its rays hitting Yuuri in the face. Turning away from that, he smiled when he felt arms pull him closer to a bare chest and sighed blissfully. They were living in Viktor's apartment in St. Petersburg. He and Viktor have been engaged for four years, almost five when the Grand Prix Final begins. But that was still a long way to go.

He had been winning gold in the Grand Prix and Worlds for four years in a row, almost completing the five-year promise that he told Viktor. And they are ready to retire after the upcoming season. They knew they are almost at their peak (Viktor admitted to him that it was getting difficult to do some jumps and the straining flexibility was sometimes killing him) and so, they decided that they will retire and leave professional figure skating for good.

Yuuri smiled and nuzzled his face on Viktor's neck for warmth when suddenly, he felt a familiar tongue hitting his cheek. He knew his face was now full of slobber. "Makkachin..." His eyes opened to see the brown poodle's face above his and Viktor's. "Good morning, Makkachin."

"Hm, you greet my dog first before me, huh?" Viktor teased and attacked Yuuri's sides with tickles.

"Viktor! Stop-haha-I give! I give!"

"Then tell me."

Yuuri smiled brightly at Viktor and kissed his cheek. "Good morning, love."

"Good morning, lyubov moya."

Yuuri was pulled again into an embrace and he really did not mind. He never expected for this to happen all those years ago when Viktor Nikiforov, his idol, suddenly appearing in their onsen and announcing that he will be coaching Yuuri himself. It was a dream come true. It was surreal but at the same time, he felt as if a puzzle piece clicked in its place and now, the whole picture was complete.

They were nudged again by Makkachin to get moving. Viktor laughed and scratched the back of his poodle's head. "Yes, yes. We are going to go to the rink today. Yurio wants us to train him."

"Oh no! Yurio!" Yuuri quickly turned to look at the alarm clock at the bedside table. "We're gonna be late! Yurio is gonna be so angry!"

The silver-haired man just laughed again. "He's used to us appearing fashionably late, Yuuri. Let's stay in bed some more."

"Viktor!"

"Yuuri!"

Makkachin barked and inside his head, he was thinking, 'My owners are so cute but at the same time, annoying. I need a walk!' He barked again and wagged his tail happily when Yuuri stood up, patted his head, and went to the bathroom. He stared at his other owner who only opened his arms. He jumped into the bed and let Viktor cuddle him. 'I'm so much better than a good boy.'

After freshening up in the bathroom and eating a quick breakfast, the three of them were now on their way to Viktor's old rink where they will coach Yurio. At first, it was only Viktor the blonde teen asked to coach him but figured, 'why not the both of them', and so, he also asked Yuuri and they both agreed albeit Yuuri warned that he might not be good with coaching. Yurio just scoffed and said, "You only need to give me tips and help me with choreography. Not much work, right, Katsudon?" Yuuri then smiled at that.

Once they arrived at the rink, they left Makkachin by the heater near the ice and got ready to step on the ice. When they did, they were accosted immediately by Yurio.

"You're late! What the hell were you two doing before you came here?!"

"Oh Yurio, you're far too young to know that."

"Viktor!"

"Oh my god, I did not want to hear that! Ew! Yuck! You're such a bastard, Viktor!"

"If you three don't stop yelling, I'm kicking you out of the ice!"

"Sorry, Yakov." Yuuri apologized with a small bow and forced the other two to also say their apologies. "We'll just go over there and do some choreo."

"Fine, fine. And no more shouting! Yuri! Viktor!"

"Whatever."

"Right!"

Yurio didn't change much from when Yuuri first met the teenager at the bathroom after his utter defeat in his first Grand Prix Final. He was still very angry (although it became mild, Viktor said it was because of his 'Beka') and still likes cats. He was also very skilled and was practically Viktor Nikiforov version 2.0, even though he hasn't won gold in the GPF and Worlds (he was at the podium most of the time).

Yuuri and Viktor were there to help Yurio when his body was transitioning due to puberty. It was difficult for the blonde who was not as flexible as before and grew a few inches. It made him unstable on the ice and his sense of balance was wrecked. They helped him through it all (since they also went through that stage) and it made their relationship closer than a simple coach-student one.

"Oi, Katsudon, stop daydreaming and let's do some choreo!"

Yuuri blinked at the finger that was incessantly poking his cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was daydreaming."

"You looked cute, lyubov moya." Viktor gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Still cute right now."

"No more kissing, damn it! Chop chop!"

"You took in Lilia's behavior too much, Yurio."

"Oh shut up."

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Makkachin was let out to the garden outside the rink to answer the calls of nature. His owners just left the door open slightly for the brown poodle to come in when he was finished. He was happy that his owners trusted him to do that.

After relieving himself, Makkachin was about to go back inside when his doggy senses directed his attention elsewhere. 'Bird!' He did not expect to smell birds because he knew that they were migrating to other warm places. He ran towards the different smell and saw a crane on the gates of rink. He barked get some attention. "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Oh, hey there." The crane cocked its head to one side and sighed. "I'm not doing great. I'm looking for my other companions. It would seem that I lost them."

Makkachin nodded. "Where are you going?"

"To China." The crane answered. "Do you know where that is?"

"I've been there." It was true because Viktor and Yuuri took him to China whenever they were part of the Cup of China. They do not leave him to others much because they worried that he might eat something bad again. "But I don't know how to get there."

"I see. What an odd dog you are." The crane laughed. Makkachin felt strangely insulted by that. "Well, that was a waste of time. I'll just go and look for the others. See you, idiot dog."

"Hey! Did you just call me an idiot?!" Makkachin barked angrily and ran after the crane. He managed to get out through the main entrance and chased the crane who kept laughing at his expense.

"You really are an idiot dog, aren't you? You can't catch me! You can never catch me!"

"I'll catch you, you'll see!" Makkachin kept running, dodging people and other obstacles at the street.

"Oh look, there they are. See you later, idiot dog." And with one last laugh, the crane soared upwards to the other cranes flying.

Makkachin whined and growled. "Damn it!" He then realized what he just did. "Oh no, I just went out the rink all by myself." He looked around him and remembered that he was sometimes walked here by Yuuri whenever the human wanted some bread. "Good thing it's familiar." He started sniffing on the ground, trying to make his way towards the rink before his owners freaked out.

But then, he smelled something different but it was as if it was familiar. 'What was that?' He continued sniffing until he reached a dark alleyway. 'Whoa, that's creepy. I like it!' He decided to walk in slowly, seeing trash and some rats. Luckily, he was not in a chasing mood anymore. Then, he heard heavy breathing and some whimpers. He followed those sounds and there, at a small corner, he found a poodle that eerily looks like him (they were also almost the same size) but only in a different color. Apricot-colored. 'And female.' He saw no sheath. But he was worried at the weird breathing, it was as if the other poodle was hurting. "Um, hello?"

"Who's there?!" The other poodle was startled at the sound, and stared at the hazy blob in front of her. "Who are you?"

"Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you." Makkachin lowered himself to the floor so that he's at the same level as the female poodle. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright." The answer was fast, as if in automatic. "Now go away."

"Nonsense!" Makkachin whined out. "You are hurting, I can see!"

"I'm not hurting! I'm fine, okay?" The other poodle huffed and stood up shakily.

Makkachin noticed that. "Right. I'm supposed to believe that."

"Smart ass." The female poodle growled a bit, making Makkachin step back. "Now go away or I'll just leave myself." She then started walking little steps, shaking like a newborn fawn.

"You are definitely not fine." Makkachin ran towards her and felt the bones immediately. "You're so thin!"

"Shut up and don't touch me!" She tried to push Makkachin away only to tire herself out into a slump. "Why are you so persistent?"

"Because you really need help." Makkachin noticed the randomly-placed bald spots that poodles should not have unless they were groomed that way. He also noticed how thin and weak her face and body were. It was saddening to see her like this. "Don't worry. I'll take you to the vet. He can take care of you."

"No, leave me alone." The apricot-colored poodle tried to push the insistent nose away.

"No, let me help you." Makkachin pushed himself under the female poodle's body until he steadily stood up with her on his back. "You really are thin. I couldn't almost feel you're up there." The only sign that she was there was the way her bones was digging through his fur and skin.

"You're crazy." The other poodle shook her head but did not fight anymore. She was just too tired and the body under her was warm.

"Not really. You're crazy enough to stay out in this cold weather." It was March after all. Russia was prone to negative temperatures during that month. Makkachin started to walk slowly and steadily until he reached the street. "Alright, I'm gonna walk fast so you better hold on tight."

"I'll...try." The female poodle wheezed out, feeling light-headed all of a sudden. Everything was just a blur of colors.

Makkachin almost panicked at the feel of the body on his back becoming a dead weight. 'No, don't think dead!' "Just hold on!" He then started to brisk walk, careful not to jostle the other poodle too much.

If the people who walked in the streets were surprised by the running poodle that was chasing a bird earlier, they were definitely in shock when they saw the same poodle now carrying another poodle of a different color. It was so weird. There were others who recognized the poodle as the famous Viktor Nikiforov's brown poodle and immediately took a picture and posted it in Twitter and Instagram with the hashtag 'MakkachinRescueDog'. It definitely went viral in just a few minutes.

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"Finally. I made it!" Makkachin panted as he took a breather in front of the still open door of the rink. Despite the apricot-colored poodle being so thin that she was almost skin and bones, it was still a weight on his back and he was careful to not shake her up much since she lost consciousness at the middle of the trip. 'Hopefully, my owners won't freak out much.' He went in the rink and made it to the edge of the ice to see everyone staring at him with wide eyes.

"Makkachin, what have you done?!"

'Well, I spoke too soon about the freaking out thing.'

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: So, talking animals but humans can't understand them, don't worry. I'm gonna post that warning in every chapter though. But still, omg, this story is the bomb! I've finished planning everything out until the ending so hopefully, I can do this! Support me! Love me and this story!

Expect in the next chapter: Angry Cats, Cars, Waiting

See you next time!