Yuuri had woken on the far edge of the field, almost within reach of the darkness. One moment, he'd been asleep on one of the most comfortable beds in the world. The next moment, he found himself waking up on soft grass, in the middle of a field. Slowly, Yuuri sat up, running a hand through his hair. Just how much did I drink? thought Yuuri instantly, because he didn't remember coming to a field. He certainly would have remembered going outside to the middle of nowhere. This didn't look like Hasetsu or Barcelona. Am I already in Russia and lost somewhere? A quick glance around, however, told Yuuri that this didn't look anything like Russia.
Sleepily rubbing his eyes, Yuuri fumbled around for a moment, trying to find his phone. Maybe someone could remind him what the hell had happened the night before for him to wind up here. His hands fumble around for a few moments, and Yuuri blinked with surprise to find that he was wearing jeans, a light blue shirt, and his favored jacket that he often wore in the summer. At least I don't have that warm winter jacket on, thought Yuuri with relief. The jacket, while it was bulky and could hide his weight easily, it was often far too warm for his comfort if it wasn't freezing outside.
He turned his gaze to look around him and jumped to his feet in surprise to see a hatched capsule egg beside him, along with a small dragon of all creatures. Yuuri rubbed his eyes again, feeling the strangest sense of connection to this creature. Like they were meant to be together. Which was absolutely ridiculous, because dragons weren't real no matter how much they should be.
I very much am real, the voice filtered into his head, causing Yuuri to squeak in surprise. He rose to his feet unsteadily, looking back at the creature, startled to hear that voice in his head.
"You can talk?" he squeaked, his eyes wide. The words came out in Japanese, but apparently that didn't matter to the dragon.
I can, yes. And you weren't drunk. You were brought here. My name is Himari. And I'm your dragon now. We should get you food. As if on cue, Yuuri heard his stomach growl and he flushed a bit in embarrassment. Once we get you food, I can answer your questions. Let's get away from here. It's not safe.
Yuuri, not knowing why but knowing that he absolutely could trust the creature beside him, started to walk away from the edge of the field. He walked for maybe a good five minutes when a very familiar sight came running towards him. "Makkachin!" he called out, able to recognize the dog absolutely anywhere. How could he not, especially after all this time? He stumbled forward, the dragon following behind him protectively. You need food, and that won't be tasty, the creature warned.
"Food? No, Makkachin isn't food," warned Yuuri as he approached the dog. "She's a friend. Makkachin, if you're here, does that mean...is Vitya here too?" Yuuri peered around the dog, but he bent down to his knees, hoping to wrap his arms around the familiar furry animal.