Ship: Yuri/Otabek Fandom: Yuri on Ice Major Tags: None. Other Tags: implied death i guess? I mean, zombies Square: A1: warm bodies!au Word Count: 550
i love warm bodies aus…. I couldnt resist
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“Hey, asshole,” Yuri said. He’d been trapped in this plane for a few hours now, and this weird corpse guy hadn’t let him go or eaten him. Yuri was really starting to hope for one or the other. At this point, he wasn’t really too picky. The waiting was killing him. “What do you want?”
The dark-haired corpse looked up at him but said nothing. Typical. He’d been doing that ever since he captured Yuri at the abandoned hospital.
“Why aren’t you eating me?” Yuri tried next. When the corpse just kept staring, he mimed eating his arm. “You know, chomp chomp?”
The corpse shook his head immediately. “Not… eat…” he mumbled, turning away. He went back to going through what looked like a record collection.
Okay. Weird.
Yuri had never heard of a corpse choosing not to eat someone. Back at the camp, most of their training surrounding corpses taught them that corpses were mindless flesh-eating monsters with no humanity left. Most of what Yuri had seen so far didn’t really disprove that at all, except…. Well, except this dickbag.
If Yuri hadn't known better, he might have even thought this guy was human. His skin had a sickly pale undertone, and his clothes were ragged, but his eyes were focused, intent. Yuri thought he might have been sort of hot before he was corpse-ified. That undercut looked pretty good on him.
"Well, if you're not eating me, why can't I go?" Yuri asked. "You're not saving me as a snack or something, are you?"
"Not..." The corpse squinted, like he was trying to do a really difficult math problem in his head. "Safe..."
The irony of being trapped in a plane by a corpse who was telling him that he wasn't "safe" was not lost on Yuri.
"Right," he muttered. "Because I gotta be careful to avoid the undead. It's definitely a lot safer in here, where I'm trapped with one."
The corpse's frown deepened, but he made no comment.
After several more minutes of rummage through the piles and piles of junk scattered around the plane, the corpse came back with a tin of canned soup. He held it out to Yuri.
"...Hungry...?"
The truth was that Yuri was fucking starving, but he wasn't about to admit that to his captor. "A little hungry..." he said. He snatched the can quickly, took his knife out of his pocket, and pried open the lid. God, it had been ages since he'd had canned soup; the base ran out of its canned food supply years ago. Even cold, it was fucking amazing.
The corpse narrowed his eyes again, seeming to be thinking. "...Yuri," he said.
Yuri froze.
"...Yes, that's my name," he said carefully. How the fuck did he know that? Yuri wanted to ask, but he was more or less convinced he didn't want to know the answer. "Do you have one?"
The corpse looked confused.
"A name. Do you have a name?"
The silence stretched on so long that Yuri was sure the corpse hadn't understood the question. He was about to go back to eating his soup when he spoke.
"Bek..." the corpse said. "Bek... a."
"Your name is Beka?"
He nodded.
"Beka..." Yuri laughed. "You're one of a kind, Beka."
This was going to be more interesting than he'd expected.
FILL: Team Daisuga
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: implied death i guess? I mean, zombies
Square: A1: warm bodies!au
Word Count: 550
i love warm bodies aus…. I couldnt resist
***
“Hey, asshole,” Yuri said. He’d been trapped in this plane for a few hours now, and this weird corpse guy hadn’t let him go or eaten him. Yuri was really starting to hope for one or the other. At this point, he wasn’t really too picky. The waiting was killing him. “What do you want?”
The dark-haired corpse looked up at him but said nothing. Typical. He’d been doing that ever since he captured Yuri at the abandoned hospital.
“Why aren’t you eating me?” Yuri tried next. When the corpse just kept staring, he mimed eating his arm. “You know, chomp chomp?”
The corpse shook his head immediately. “Not… eat…” he mumbled, turning away. He went back to going through what looked like a record collection.
Okay. Weird.
Yuri had never heard of a corpse choosing not to eat someone. Back at the camp, most of their training surrounding corpses taught them that corpses were mindless flesh-eating monsters with no humanity left. Most of what Yuri had seen so far didn’t really disprove that at all, except…. Well, except this dickbag.
If Yuri hadn't known better, he might have even thought this guy was human. His skin had a sickly pale undertone, and his clothes were ragged, but his eyes were focused, intent. Yuri thought he might have been sort of hot before he was corpse-ified. That undercut looked pretty good on him.
"Well, if you're not eating me, why can't I go?" Yuri asked. "You're not saving me as a snack or something, are you?"
"Not..." The corpse squinted, like he was trying to do a really difficult math problem in his head. "Safe..."
The irony of being trapped in a plane by a corpse who was telling him that he wasn't "safe" was not lost on Yuri.
"Right," he muttered. "Because I gotta be careful to avoid the undead. It's definitely a lot safer in here, where I'm trapped with one."
The corpse's frown deepened, but he made no comment.
After several more minutes of rummage through the piles and piles of junk scattered around the plane, the corpse came back with a tin of canned soup. He held it out to Yuri.
"...Hungry...?"
The truth was that Yuri was fucking starving, but he wasn't about to admit that to his captor. "A little hungry..." he said. He snatched the can quickly, took his knife out of his pocket, and pried open the lid. God, it had been ages since he'd had canned soup; the base ran out of its canned food supply years ago. Even cold, it was fucking amazing.
The corpse narrowed his eyes again, seeming to be thinking. "...Yuri," he said.
Yuri froze.
"...Yes, that's my name," he said carefully. How the fuck did he know that? Yuri wanted to ask, but he was more or less convinced he didn't want to know the answer. "Do you have one?"
The corpse looked confused.
"A name. Do you have a name?"
The silence stretched on so long that Yuri was sure the corpse hadn't understood the question. He was about to go back to eating his soup when he spoke.
"Bek..." the corpse said. "Bek... a."
"Your name is Beka?"
He nodded.
"Beka..." Yuri laughed. "You're one of a kind, Beka."
This was going to be more interesting than he'd expected.