Neon Pink Motorcycle
Ooooh boy. This is it, guys. This is going to be my first multi-chapter contribution to the fandom. Yes, this was supposed to be a one-shot originally, and no, I did not mean for it to surpass 5k, yet here we are. I blame Otayuri Week entirely for getting me started on this. For Day 7: Fantasy/Soulmates. But also, since I’ve been writing this for a while and it’s run away from me, it also includes elements of Days 1-5: Day 1’s First Times/Confessions, Day 2’s Celebrations, Day 3’s Future, Day 4’s Long Distance, and Day 5’s Fears.
There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.
Those are things he can easily forget. If he looks at himself in the mirror and scowls hard enough, there is absolutely no trace of those memories on him. No one would be able to tell by a glance.
He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield—black for mourning, black for death—his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.