Vile Acts *A Yuri!!! On Ice Mafia AU*

Chapter 2: The Annual Bravata Banquet

Translations:

Sekushī (セクシー) - Japanese for 'sexy'

Lyublyu (люблю) - Russian for 'love'

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Eight years ago

Yuuri had just grabbed the mail for him and his roommate Phichit. On his way back up to their shared apartment, he filed through the envelopes, scanning the names of each one. Most of it was junk mail, but one stood out.

The envelope was plain white one, smaller than all the others with his own name on it. Out of curiosity, he opened it while in the elevator that took him to his floor. It wasn't often he received mail like this. His eyes flickered over the first few lines and he nearly dropped everything. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened and he ran into his home.

"Phichit! Phichit!" he screamed, running into his friend's room. The Thai man was laying on his bed watching videos on his phone (most likely of hamsters) when Yuuri threw himself onto the bed.

"What?" Phich laughed. "What is it?"

"Look," Yuuri handed him the letter, which had turned out to be an invitation

"Dear Katsuki Yuuri, we are pleased to welcome you to the annual Bravata banquet. It will be held July 28th at seven in St. Petersburg, Russia. We hope that you can attend. (You allowed to bring a plus one if you'd like).

"Yuuri... this is an opportunity of a lifetime! You have to go."

"How the hell have they even heard of me?" Yuuri wondered out loud.

Phichit crawled over to his friend, hanging his head above Yuuri's. The Thai man wore a grin, something he always did when he was about to gloat.

"Yuuri, you're the best hit man I know of. You've taken up nine jobs in the past two months and you haven't failed a single one. You even got most of them done within three or four days. If you're trying to tell me that you haven't earned a reputation by now, you've got to be kidding me."

Yuuri sat up, running a hand through his hair. His face showed nothing but distress, and Phichit quickly caught on that Yuuri's anxiety was getting to him.

"No, no, no. You're not about to start freaking out on me. And you're going to that banquet."

"Do you have any idea of who the people are there?" Yuuri asked him, knowing that these were the people you don't mess with under any circumstance. Clearly, Phichit didn't get the message he was trying to portray.

"Exactly! The people who have big money. Who are willing to pay big money."

Yuuri closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course, his friend was thinking of that. They needed living necessities like food, rent money, and wifi. On top of all that, they needed to pay for their job expenses. Yuuri's guns, Yuuri's ammunition, plane tickets to other countries, the list went on and on...

"No, Phich. I'm not going..."

But then it occurred to him. By not going, would he be insulting the Bravata? Would they come after him? What if they killed him?

"Yuuri, what are you thinking...?"

Yuuri didn't respond. Instead, he started to curl up into a ball, rocking back and forth. Never a good sign, Phichit had discovered after knowing his friend for four years.