(Author's Note: This story will POV swap. I will let you know whos POV you are reading. Thank you and enjoy.)

(thoughts)

(Yuuri's POV 9:15 am St. Petersburg)

Do I even dare ask what else is in this box? "Vi... Vi... Viktor?"

He just chuckles at my response. "I told you I'd tell you a secret."

My face fluctuates between blood red and white snow. "Huh?!"

"Oh, Yuuri. Do you not understand?"

My breathing gets shallow "Get... Phichit up NOW!"

Viktor stops laughing and takes in my appearance "Blyad'! What door is he behind?"

"Exitmydoorandwalktwostepstotheright. That door."

(Viktor's POV 2:16 am Detriot)

I jump up and throw open the door, not caring how much noise it makes. I look to my right and see the door in question. "Do I knock or just barge in?"

"Just... go... in."

I quickly turn the knob and walk in. The light coming from Yuuri's room helps illuminate Phichit's room. I waltz over to the bed and shake Phichit's shoulder roughly.

He mutters in his sleep "Yuuri?"

As if on cue Yuuri starts hyperventilating and I hiss "Wake up! Yuuri needs your help."

Phichit bolts up and stares at me like I've grown two heads before he focuses on the screen "Viktor?!"

I stomp my foot "Yuuri is in my body! In Russia? And he needs your help. Can you help him?"

Phichit snatches the phone from my hand "Yuuri, focus on my voice. Can you do that?"

Yuuri whimpers and it breaks my heart.

"Okay, good Yuuri. Now deep breath in for five, hold for four, exhale for eight. Repeat ten times." I hear Yuuri do just that since I can no longer see his/my face. Phichit scoots over and pats the bed beside him. I quickly take a seat.

I whisper "What just happened?"

Phichit whispers back "He's having a panic attack. No offense Viktor but what the fuck did you do to get him like this?"

I flinch at his tone "I told him I'd tell him a secret and had him pull a box out from under my bed. He opened it and saw I have a picture of him like he has of me in his room. He told me I was his celebrity crush so I wanted him to know that he was mine but in a way that he would believe me. Since he didn't believe at first that I was his soulmate."

"What else is in that box? And has he seen it yet?"

"My collection of toys. And no he hasn't the photo is on top."

Phichit facepalms "Did you at any point ask him if he owned any?"

"Technically no. I guessed and he admitted."

Phichit is now glaring at me. great I meet my soulmate and I send him into a panic attack in another country. real smooth Nikiforov.

Phichit turns his attention back to Yuuri. "Yuuri, on a scale of one to ten, where are you at?"

Yuuri no longer has the deer in the headlights look and his breathing is under control. "Five and going down."

I gently turn the phone towards me "Yuuri?" Phichit looks like he's ready to beat my ass but Yuuri does look up at me. "You can cover the box back up and slide it back under the bed." Yuuri nods his head slightly and shows that's what he does, showing Phichit the picture in question.

"Hold on Yuuri. Show me that picture again." Yuuri hovers the phone over the photo. "At least Viktor here has good taste in men." I shift awkwardly at that statement. That's not a bad thing. Is it? Yuuri puts the lid on and slides it back where it came from. Phichit turns to me "You know you royally fucked up right?"

I drop my head "Da, I do."

Yuuri clears his throat "Viktor? I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Yuuri! You don't need to apologize to him. It's his fault. If anything he should be begging for your forgiveness for being so tactless."

Hearing that makes me feel like shit, but there is a ring of truth in Phichit's words. I failed to be a decent person. I stand up slowly so I don't fall over and shuffle out of the room. I could really use Makkachin cuddles right now.

"Phichit! That's not very nice of you. Viktor! Please come back!" I hear his cries but I don't know what to do. My legs give out and I slump to the floor halfway between Phichit's room and Yuuri's.

Phichit sighs "He fell to the floor in the hallway. I'll help him back to your room."

"Thank you Phichit." The phone is quickly shoved back into my hand and Phichit lifts me back up and walks me into Yuuri's room and gently sets me on the bed.

"I'm going back to bed. Viktor you have better fixed this by the time I wake up or I am kicking your ass the next time I see you in person."

thank the gods for small miracles. he won't hurt me while I'm in Yuuri's body. I turn the phone so I can see Yuuri's/my face. "Yuuri, I'm sorry. I had three years to plan what I should say when I meet my soulmate. And I didn't do it. Can you call Makkachin over to you? I want to see her face."

Yuuri's face lights up some "Sure. Makkachin! Come here, girl."

Soon Makkachin's face is in view and I start crying "Makka girl, take good care of Yuuri for me. I know you might not understand since it's still my body over there. But he might need you more than I do right now. I'll see you soon."

"Viktor, why do you sound like you're going to hang up with me?"

"Wouldn't that be best? I just caused you to have a panic attack. And I never bother to ask you to tell me about yourself."

"Viktor if you hang up on me I will never forgive you. Yes, you caused a panic attack. But I get those a lot, why do you think I had you wake up Phichit? So he could be mad at you? No, I had you wake him up to learn how to deal with them in the future. He might be mad now, but trust me he'll be over the moon happy for me."

I wipe my nose on the sleeve of the shirt "Really?"

"Yes, really. Viktor, I'm not mad at you for what just happened. While I wish it didn't happen this way, I'm not mad at you for it. Oh. I think your heater just kick on."

I look at the clock and add seven hours "Yeah, it's right on schedule. Makkachin usually wakes me up around this time on my days off to feed her."

Yuuri scruffs her ear. "Who feeds her normally?"

"I do. She just doesn't wake up to eat until around this time. I'm normally out the door by 7 am. So I tend to sleep in on my few days off."

"Oh, I do the same. Unless I have a class that day."

"Oh, that's right you mentioned in the notes you're in college. Do you have class today?"

"No. One it's Saturday and I never take classes on the weekends. And two I've already taken my finals for this semester. So I don't have to worry about school until mid-January."

"Okay. Good to know. I didn't want you to miss class because of me."

"Even if I had class, I would have been excused from it due to the swap."

"Oh, right! Yuuri you might want to put a shirt on. Makkachin's dog walker will be there in 20 minutes. She speaks English, but I'll stay on the phone till then."

(Yuuri's POV 9:27 am St. Petersburg)

I stand up and walk over to the closet. "Okay. I guess she has a key to get in since you're not always home?"

"Da. I would walk Makka myself, but I don't want to disrupt her routine with Yuliya."

I open the door to reveal a walk-in closet and I'm very overwhelmed. "Viktor where are your t-shirts and sweaters?"

"My shirts are in the third drawer from the top on the right side. And my sweaters are in the fourth drawer from the top on the left. And if you want to change briefs and pants, the top two drawers on the right are my briefs and socks. And depending on what type of pants you want, I have sweatpants in the drawer under the sweaters, athletic tights in the top drawer on the left, and I don't think you'll want to wear slacks or suit pants."

My head spins as my face flushes. I grab a dark grey shirt with a poodle on it, a blue-grey sweater, a black pair of bikini briefs, a pair of grey fuzzy socks, and a pair of dark blue athletic tights. I walk back to the bedroom and set the clothes on the bed. I turn the phone towards the bed "Do these go together?"

"Yuuri! This looks comfy. I just bought those tights too. So to answer your question, da, they go together."

I let out the breath I was holding and set the phone down to put the shirt on. Once the shirt is tugged in place I hear a door open and close from further in the apartment. "Sounds like Yuliya's here. Now how do I get to the kitchen?"

"Ok. So the only door on the left wall opposite the bathroom is the way out of my room. The hallway is a straight shot down to the living room and kitchen."

I follow his directions to the living room. And it's just like the photos in HGTV's magazine from a couple of years ago. Makkachin breaks my dazed state as she barrels past me to the kitchen. The sound of food hitting a bowl echoes around. "Looks like Yuliya beat me to feeding Makkachin. I guess I should go say hi?"

"Da, that would be best. I'll be here to handle her if it gets to be too much."

"Thanks, Viktor." I walk through the archway and see the kitchen. Okaasan would love a kitchen like this. It would make cooking for the customers a breeze. I see a girl maybe late teens, sitting at the small dining room table petting Makkachin as she eats. "Ohayo Yuliya-chan," I say as I bow slightly forward.

Yuliya giggles "You're funny Viktor. Just because your crush is Japanese, doesn't mean you need to act Japanese. That was like your worse Japanese impression yet."

I nearly drop the phone at her tone. At that moment two truths came to light. One, I am indeed Viktor's crush. And two, my accent is abysmal.

Viktor pops off "Yuliya Ivanovna Belousova! How dare you insult my soulmate."

Yuliya's face turns white as a ghost as she looks at the phone in my hand. "I-is that Viktor on the phone?"

I nod my head while holding up the phone so the screen is at her eye level. "I'm disappointed in you Yuliya. I want you to apologize to Yuuri right now, then you can take Makka for a walk. Tomorrow when I'm back, we will be having a conversation with your parents about this."

She nods her head "I'm sorry Viktor's soulmate."

Viktor sneers "His name is Yuuri. And you will use it when you apologize."

She drops her head "Yes Viktor." She looks back up "Yuuri, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted Yuliya."

Makkachin walks away from her dish and out of the kitchen. "Looks like Makkachin's ready for her walk. I'll be back in 20 minutes." With that Yuliya stands up and follows Makkachin. I turn around and walk back into the living room. I look towards the front door and see Yuliya putting on Makkachin's harness and leash. She grabs a few potty bags and out the door, she goes.

I hear the lock click. I take a seat on the couch. "Is she always like that?"

I see Viktor/my face shake his head. "Not always. I guess I've annoyed her by practicing my Japanese."

I'm shocked and it shows. "You're learning Japanese? Why?"

"I figured you would respond better to your mother tongue than English. So I've been studying in my spare time some basic phrases. Just enough to catch your attention and swing the conversation back to English."

I feel honored. "So even if I wasn't your soulmate, you would still be learning Japanese for me?"

"Da, moya Zvezda."

I'm shocked and in awe of his commitment to me. Though I have to say I am the same way. "Well, then I have a confession to make."

"Oh?"

"I've been taking Russian language classes at the university, just so I could talk to you."