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Yuuri thought he had every aspect of his escape plan laid out.
Although Viktor was drastically older than him, and a very powerful figure, Yuuri knew there had to be some weakness somewhere.
Unfortunately, Viktor was very aware of his weakness.
Viktor had dealt with his weakness being murdered several times, which lead to a protective detail that never left Yuuri’s side.
The only time the detail left Yuuri’s side was when he was confined to his and Viktor’s bedroom and Viktor was present.
Although Yuuri was aware that this change in supervisors would have something to exploit, it was difficult to plan when every time he saw Viktor’s face, he became filled to the brim with fury.
Although Yuuri was young in comparison, he wasn’t Oyabun for no reason. He had his own people to lead, and Viktor could shove his attachment issues onto someone else. Yuuri had deals to negotiate with JJ, and a reputation to establish.
He didn’t have time for this.
Yuuri remembered when he once was horribly in love with the idea of soulmates. Someone to match him in every aspect, someone who would stay by his side. Someone who would love him, regardless of his fuck-ups.
But Yuuri had always imagined his soulmate standing on the sidelines of his business, letting Yuuri do the dirty work while they lived a life of luxury. Yuuri had never even thought of the situation being reversed, knowing since he was a young boy that he was going to take over the family business.
Yuuri knew he was never meant to be a trophy, sitting on someone’s shelf. And Yuuri was damn sure he was no one’s toy, put away until they felt it convenient to play with him.
So, despite the odds against him, Yuuri planned and plotted.
Late nights resisting the urge to smother Viktor in his sleep, and hours spent surrounded by guards, none of which who would speak to him, gave Yuuri a lot of time to plan and observe.
A plan began to fall into place when Viktor became distressed at the sight of Yuuri’s growing dark circles and eye bags. Although Viktor had a tough no-nonsense reputation, Yuuri could tell that the man cared. He cared enough to call for his house doctor to check out Yuuri in fear of something being wrong with him physically.
Yuuri was originally anything but pleased by the impromptu checkup, and was beginning to get worked up when a key component of a plan popped into his head. Sleep aids.
Yuuri calmed down and allowed the brusque doctor to look him over without a fight. The doctor concluded that, while Yuuri could use a little more vitamin D, there was nothing physically wrong with him.
Yuuri asked if the lack of sleep could be connected to stress.
The doctor agreed, and Yuuri took great pleasure in the kicked-puppy look that crossed Viktor’s face when he realized that his soulmate was less than happy to be in his presence. The doctor then asked Yuuri if he had even taken a mild sedative to help him sleep before, and Yuuri was happy to share that he had taken some when he was younger, which worked like a charm on him.
The doctor then prescribed Yuuri some sleep aids, and gave a long lecture about the effects of sleep deprivation on the body, and how if the aids ever stopped working and Yuuri could no longer sleep, to contact the doctor.
After that appointment, Yuuri resisted the urge to skip back to the room with his pill bottle in hand.
Then came the next issue, Viktor. Again.
Determined to keep his soulmate healthy, Viktor insisted on being the one to administer Yuuri’s medicine every night. Which made hoarding the pills a bit harder than previously anticipated, but not impossible.
Viktor was blinded by the improving health of his soulmate to pay too much attention to how light Yuuri was sleeping, despite how strong the sedatives were.
Eventually, Yuuri had managed to overhear some gossip from some off-duty guards that it was someone’s birthday, and so a good chunk of the guards were going out that night to drink and celebrate.
It was go-time.
Yuuri cracked open his pills and poured the powder into a glass of water. Yuuri knew Viktor had some resistance built up to typical sedatives, but he hoped that a large enough dose would knock the man out for the night, allowing Yuuri to slip out of bed and into the night. Hopefully giving Yuuri a few hours head start.
Yuuri had left the water on Viktor’s nightstand and, once again, pretended to take his medicine under Viktor’s watchful eye. He then laid down in bed and deepened his breaths.
He heard Viktor drink from the glass, and Yuuri began to count.
Yuuri counted to 1000 twice before he felt comfortable getting up.
Yuuri slipped out of the room and took the opportunity to swap his clothes out for another set, one thoroughly checked for trackers.
Yuuri then tip-toed his way out of the house and into a car.
Yuuri checked the clock on the dashboard. 2:00 am. He had a few hours to book it to the nearest town, swap out the car, change his clothes again, and contact Phichit before hopping on a plane to Mexico and traveling from country to country in hopes of losing any tails.
Easy.
Most of the plan had gone smoothly, save for a few people becoming suspicious of him while he was purchasing caffeine, but nothing that Yuuri couldn’t explain away.
Yuuri was sitting on a plane to Egypt when he felt a pair of eyes drilling into the side of his head.
Yuuri brushed it off as a curious child and continued to try and reach anyone from his home country.
It wasn’t until Yuuri got a whiff of a very familiar cologne from the person next to him that his head snapped up.
Viktor looked as unshakeable as ever, not a hair out of place, and dressed in his usual suit and jacket. Yuuri tried to jump to his feet but was tugged back down by Viktor’s iron grip.
“I’m very disappointed, love,” Viktor whispered, and Yuuri had to convince himself not to feel bad. Yuuri only glared at the man and tried to tug his arm out his Viktor’s grip. Viktor let out a long sigh.
“You’re not going to come back quietly, are you?” He sounded resigned, but not surprised.
Yuuri kept up the glare and responded by tugging on his arm again.
The usually kind look Yuuri had been exposed to disappeared from Viktor’s face, and Yuuri could barely hear the mumbled “Fine, hard way it is.” from Viktor.
Yuuri didn’t even have time to process the response before Viktor’s other hand flew out of his pocket and a needle was in Yuuri’s neck.
Yuuri rapidly lost control of his muscles, and found himself limp in his seat, leaning against Viktor, surrounded by his warmth and cologne. As his eyes began to slip shut, Yuuri felt a soft kiss on the top of his head, and heard a quiet: “Sleep darling.”
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Yuuri didn’t expect to wake up in the same bed as Viktor again.
Yuuri also didn’t expect the bandage on his shoulder, covering the small incision that now held a piece of plastic that would broadcast his location to Viktor at all times.
Yuuri should have known better than to run from a desperate man.