Yuuri looked out of the elevator as he reached his floor in his apartment building. He was glad to be home after a hard day at the Rink. October was closing in and he was going through his new routine for his short program all day. He slumped in relief when he didn’t see anyone hanging outside of either neighbour's doors. There were three large apartments on his floor. He started walking, hiking his skate bag higher on his shoulder. It still felt strange for him, he had only been living in St Petersburg with Viktor for the last two months. Still, Yuuri didn’t feel comfortable.

“Oh Yuuri,” came a heavily accented voice, spoken in English.

Yuuri froze, he was almost to his door. He slowly turned, putting on a polite smile, “Hello Ivan.” Yuuri was doing his best not to shake. The man before him creeped him out. Always watching, always coming out to see him and say hello.

“I heard Viktor isn’t around this week,” Ivan said as he moved closer, a grin on his face, “If you want some company, I wouldn’t mind talking to you more. I know Mikhail would like to as well.”

“Ah,” Yuuri said, “That’s fine. I’ve got practice.” He was shuddering at the thought of the two brothers that lived next door to him, anywhere near him. The way they looked at Yuuri scared him, always trying to talk to him, touching him on the arm and the once putting an arm around him. If it hadn’t been for Yurio and Viktor being nearby, he shuddered, not wishing to think any more of it. “I… I need to see to Makkachin.” He was happy that Mila and Yurio were going to be coming over for dinner. He had been late leaving the Ice Rink after his extended practice. They would be there soon enough, and Yuuri knew he would feel safer as soon as they arrived.

“Of course,” Ivan nodded as he stepped back into his own apartment.

Yuuri let out a sigh of relief and quickly turned to his own apartment door and rushed over to it. His hand shook as he tried to get the key in the lock. Yuuri took a breath, trying to ease the anxiety he was feeling and was able to get it in and turned it. He burst through his door, slamming it shut behind him. Eye closed he slumped to the floor.

“Makka!” Yuuri called a few moments later, frowning when he realised the poodle hadn’t bound over to greet him. He got up, shaking as he heard pained whimpers coming from his and Viktor’s bedroom. His steps were shaky as he started heading to the room. He pulled out his phone, scared as to what he would find.

Yuuri stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he saw Makkachin lying on the bed, there was some blood on him. Yuuri rushed over, phone dropping beside him on the bed. “Makka?” he whispered, running a hand through the tightly curled fur. He looked around the room, eyes going wide as he saw the wall above the bed. “Oh God,” he said, scrambling for his phone. Above the bed was letters, “You’re mine!”

Yuuri pressed speed dial. Yurio was coming over with Mila, the call connected, but before he could say anything, he screamed as arms wrapped around him. “Let go!”

“You’re mine,” a whispered voice sounded in his ear.

“Let’s go!” Yuuri thrashed around. Vaguely hearing Yurio on the phone. “Argh!” he screamed as he was pinned to the bed. Makka began to growl as he tried to get up from the bed.

“YUURI!” came a call from the hallway outside of the bedroom.

“Help!” Yuuri called out, feeling something hit him on the head.

The wieght was lifted off him as Mila took care of the man that had attacked Yuuri. Yurio helped Yuuri sit up, “Yuuri?” he asked, the normally angry teen, shaking with fear.

Yuuri gave a nod, “Makka?” he said as he looked to the poor animal that was trying to reach one of his masters.

“Police are on the way,” Yurio said as he grinned, Mila had the man above her head, “Good thing she’s so strong.”

Yuuri smiled, happy that he was safe. He looked to the man and whispered, “Mikihal.”

“You’re mine Yuuri, all mine, no one else's!” he screamed from where he was.