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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Hiroko, Yuri_Plisetsky, Phichit
      Chulanont
  Additional Tags:
      Yuuri_plays_the_guitar, Piano, violin, Victor_loves_Yuuri's_music, Yuri
      is_sassy, they_become_famous, Victor_plays_bass, Victor_gives_up_playing
      to_help_Yuuri_with_his_music, Bottom_Yuuri, Top_Victor, Christophe
      Giacometti_-_Freeform, MAKKACHIN_BRINGS_THEM_TOGETHER
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-11 Updated: 2017-01-17 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8017
****** yuuri in a minor ******
by Soigne
Summary
     Meet Katsuki Yuuri: a struggling musician that's trying to spread his
     powerful message across the world with his acoustic guitar.
     Unfortunately, the world doesn't agree with his so-called
     'preachings' of needing to be more accepting of those around you, and
     it always ends with him being more self-conscious than he had started
     with. In fact, these feelings of self-doubt continue for quite a long
     time... all until his eyes connect with an icy-blue that he doesn't
     recognize one night when he's performing, and suddenly, he's thrown
     into the life that is only fit for a so-called "movie star."
     Yuuri also didn't expect to run into the same man after his dog
     pushed him into an icy river.
     AKA, the songwriter fic that no one asked for.
     Strap yourselves in for a wild ride of Makkachin and Yuuri bonding,
     Jealous Viktor, CHRIS BEING A FUCKING PERV-Phichit's selfies, angsty
     Yuri, and enough innuendos to fill an ocean.
Notes
     MY_TUMBLR
      
      
      
      
      
     Songs:
     "Girls/Girls/Boys," Panic! At The Disco (acoustic_version_here)
     "Annie's Song," John Denver (here)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
                   I don't wanna hear you've got a boyfriend
The beautifully crafted eyes of the singer looked up from the neck of his
guitar and continued to strum; his fingers elegantly dancing from chord to
chord, and tab to tab.
                       Sometimes you're better off alone
               But if you change your mind, you know where I am
                    Yeah if you change your mind, you know
                               Where to find me
                  'Cause I don't ever wanna be your boyfriend
He dropped his head and examined the strings of his guitar, breath quickening
as a few of his listeners either ignored the lyrics or chatted amongst each
other. Why did he feel so nervous? He had practiced this song for nearly ten
hours the day before… but why did he feel so insecure with the lyrics? Was it
because he was addressing the topic of bisexuality in front of a crowded bar?
What exactly was it?
                         And never did I think that I
                     Would be caught in the way you got me
                   Push another girl aside and just give in
Yuri clenched his eyes shut, and with a tightening of his grip on the acoustic
guitar resting on his lap and with a deep inhale, he sang out the lyrics of the
words with as much emotion as he could possibly address.
                           Girls love girls and boys
He opened his eyes to see a mixture of reactions within the crowd: some giving
him disgusted glares while others smiled faintly at the way he had described
something so close to their hearts.
                           Girls love girls and boys
A man in the back of the crowd scoffed and stood from his chair, quickly
leaving the building as quick as his feet could carry him. Yuuri jumped at the
loud noise of the bar door slamming shut before continuing with the pattern of
chords that he was in charge of following.
                         And never did I think that I
                     Would be caught in the way you got me
                         But girls love girls and boys
                           And love is not a choice
Someone whooped from the back of the crowd and gave the nervous looking boy in
the front of the room a thumbs up, as they understood what it was like to have
such bravery in the face of said topic.
                    Pose, you've gotta save your reputation
              They're close to finding out about your girlfriend
               But if you change your mind, you know where I am
                    Yeah if you change your mind, you know
                               Where to find me
                   'Cause I don't wanna save your reputation
More people stood and left the bar, muttering words of disgust under their
breath.
                         And never did I think that I
Yuuri felt tears welling behind his thick-framed glasses, but he held them at
bay. Why was the world such a disgusting, hateful place? He wanted to spread a
message to those around him, but everyone seemed to had differing opinions- all
that were rather disheartening.
                     Would be caught in the way you got me
                   Push another girl aside and just give in
Another moment of baited breath passed as Yuuri played through a stanza of four
different chords that were repeated three times within said wait.
                           Girls love girls and boys
A woman booed for the performer to leave the stage, but Yuuri ignored her words
and continued to sing, his fingers faltering momentarily as someone called him
and his song a gay slur.
                           Girls love girls and boys
The singer’s voice broke during the sentence, but he held strong and blocked
out the insults that were being thrown at him from each and every direction.
                         And never did I think that I
                     Would be caught in the way you got me
                         But girls love girls and boys
                           And love is not a choice
”Get off of the stage, fag!” A man yelled before laughing with a few of his
friends from where he was sitting at the bar.
                    I am just a villain vying for attention
                                  From a girl
               A girl who can't decide and here's the reason why
”Take your horrible music somewhere else!”
                           Girls love girls and boys
Yuuri blinked away tears and clenched the neck of his acoustic guitar until his
fingers were of a deathly white.
                           Girls love girls and boys
                           Girls love girls and boys
                           Girls love girls and boys
                         And never did I think that I
                     Would be caught in the way you got me
                         But girls love girls and boys
Yuuri wished with all of his heart and mind that the booing would transform
into a symphony of clapping and smiles in his direction- in which never doing
so- and with the last words of the song spoken, a tear slid down his cheek and
then landed upon the wooden finish of the instrument seated in his lap.
 
                           And love is not a choice…
No one applauded.
 
                                       …
As soon as Yuuri had returned home from the bar, he was instantly drilled by
his mother –Hiroko- for how well it had went. Even though she had a kind,
patient smile on her face, her son knew that she was anything but patient as of
the current moment.
“It was fine,” He said with a fake smile that consisted of all of the falseness
that he had carried within himself ever since driving home in the cold weather
of September. He would never actually own up to what had happened, let alone
the reason for why he had written the song in the first place.
“Is that so?” The anxiousness in her voice drained away immediately and she
took her sons guitar case from where it was strapped over his shoulder and
resting on his back, “I’m glad that it went so well. I know that you’ve been
working on whatever that song was for quite a while…” She quickly ushered her
son into the sitting room where many friends of their family were sitting
around a low table. (Along with his older sister and nearly only listener/fan
that Yuri had the liberty of describing as such a thing: Mari.)
Everyone immediately turned away from the tv that he had been watching so in-
depth and awaited the news of Yuuri’s performance down at the bar just within
the nearest city. Mari was the first to address the boy, as she quickly leaped
up from where she was standing and drunkenly stumbled over to her younger
sibling.
“Yuu-ri!” She slurred as she attempted to snag a bottle of liquor from one of
the older patrons of the inn the Katsuki family owned. “How’d it –burp- go?”
Hiroko slowly plucked the glass bottle from the young adult’s grip and handed
it to one of the nearby elders, “That’s enough for you tonight. You hold
alcohol pretty well and seeing that you’re practically blackout-drunk, this
cannot be a very good thing…” She gazed down at the green-trimmed bottle of
whiskey and raised a questioning eyebrow, “How many of these did you have?”
Mari giggled and held up two fingers but said: “Seven.”
Without another word from the older woman, she slung her daughter’s arm over
her shoulder and dragged her intoxicated, limp body towards where the rooms
were located. This actually wasn’t a surprise in the daily life of their
family. Everyone had always been hearty drinkers- from his father, Toshiya, all
of the way to his younger cousin that had just turned 21. Yuuri tended to avoid
drinking alcohol due to the fact that he was practically uncontrollable when
drunk, and that he had a horrible history with drinking in general. He’s pretty
sure that he has given more than just a few lap-dances when under the
influence.
“Toshiya!” Yuuri heard his mother yell from his sister’s room as he set his
guitar case next to the hearth that was located near the TV, “What did I tell
you about letting her drink on the night before she was supposed to go to
Yuuri’s performance? She needs to be level headed!” A loud thud echoed from the
washitsu followed by a small ‘oops!’
Yuuri’s eyes flew wide and he immediately dove towards the hallway leading to
where his mother and the unconscious body of his sister were currently in.
“What?!” He screeched, coming to stop in the doorway appearing in a disheveled
form. He couldn’t let them come see one of his performances… they wouldn’t
understand his music… they’d be just another group of frowning people; they-
they’d join in on the booing and insults.
“You- You can’t!” He wailed, watching Hiroko attempt to set Mari on the futon
but failing in doing so.
She turned towards him after she managed to get the girl under one of her
blankets, a strange look upon her face at the way Yuuri had denied her in
going.
“Why? I want to see what you have been working so hard on. I’ve heard you
practice other songs from your room –ones that I’m familiar with- but you won’t
play any of the songs you’ve written in front of me.” Her gaze fell and she
gently brushed away Mari's hair from her forehead and gently placed a kiss
where she had just recently touched. “You’ve out so much effort into this… I
just want to hear it in person before you become famous… that’s all.” She
smiled and glanced at her son from behind her brunette bangs.
Yuuri shook his head vigorously, “Nononononono! You can’t come and listen- ah…”
He thought up a reasonable excuse for her to not attend one of his so-called,
“performances”, “It- It doesn’t sound well at all! It would be a complete waste
of your time!” He waved his hands around overdramatically.
“Oh, I doubt it,” Hiroko spoke in a gentle tone. She turned towards the latter
and walked towards the door, shooing him away from the entrance so she could
close the sliding door. “It isn’t that big of a deal, Yuur-“
“You can’t come!” He yelled just a bit too loudly, resulting in someone that
was passing by to pause mid-step and examine the small quarrel between mother
and son. It was unusual for the two to fight, as they had an amazing, healthy
relationship amongst one-another.
The older companion waved away the eye-witness and looked up at her son with a
questioning glare; one that held no ‘real heat’ to it. She was curious as to
why Yuuri didn’t want her to go see one of his performances. Was he self-
conscious about how he sang? Was he nervous about how well he played guitar?
Little did she know that it was all of the above, and even more so.
1) Yuuri knew that his guitar skill was mediocre- along with his singing.
2) His songs were originally supposed to spread a message to those around him,
but everyone just appeared to believe that the lyrics were ridiculous- and
possibly even horrible.
3) Everyone loves musicians for their good looks, and Yuuri was dealing with
self-image issues and body-positivity wasn’t his strong point. Especially
considering that he gained weight so easily.
4) He knew he was anything but attractive and beautiful like others.
“Yuuri-“
“No! Mom, promise me that you won’t ever come to one of my performances.”
“But-“
“Mom,” Yuuri repeated gently, “Please… Just promise me this one thing. I don’t
ask a lot of you; just this one thing.” He blushed and looked down at his worn,
dirty sneakers.
Hiroko sighed but allowed a small grin to make its way onto her face. She hated
the fact that she knew she would regret this promise, but she needed to sate
her son with the fact that she wouldn’t try to intrude on his personal life.
“Okay, I won’t go until you say I can.”
Yuuri smiled at her promise and quickly hugged her before rushing out of the
hallway to go out and grab his case to go lock himself in his room and
practice. He had another performance the following evening, and he needed as
much sleep as he could possibly fit into the few hours he would have the
ability to. He was extremely tired from performing for two weeks in a row, his
voice was slowly beginning to wear away, and his fingers were practically
bleeding every time he attempted a chord, but he wouldn’t give up.
He sat on the edge of his bed and opened his case, pulling out his acoustic
guitar to tune it quickly and begin reciting the lyrics that he had worked so
hard to create.
His mother didn’t raise a quitter.
                                       …
The following evening, Yuuri didn’t have the mental strength to play his most
recently written song. There were more people than he had previously
encountered before, and all he could do was settle with something he had the
ability to play: A song he had named Annie’s Song.
 
You fill up my senses
Yuuri took a deep breath and switched chords, listening quietly to his
strumming pattern so he didn’t ruin the differing, clean tones of the song.
                           Like a night in a forest
                       Like the mountains in springtime
                            Like a walk in the rain
                          Like a storm in the desert
                           Like a sleepy blue ocean
He looked up from the neck of his guitar and watched as a few of the older
occupants of the bar smile at the lyrics. This song in particular probably
reminded them of their loved ones, and it was rather obvious that they were
enjoying the tones of the guitar from the way that they were smiling and
swaying in their seats in time with the music.
                             You fill up my senses
                              Come fill me again
His hand slid down a few frets to make the sound become higher, and his breath
hitched in his throat as he nearly missed the change from a Dsus and Em.
Luckily, he fixed the error quickly and sped up his hand movements to catch up
with the speed of his strumming. He calmed down his breathing and sang the next
set of lyrics.
                             Come, let me love you
                          Let me give my life to you
                         Let me drown in your laughter
                            Let me die in your arms
                          Let me lay down beside you
                           Let me always be with you
                             Come, let me love you
He watched as an older couple smiled at each other and got up to dance along
with the song. It nearly distracted Yuuri from his singing, but he pried his
eyes away from the adorable married couple and continued to sing and play with
a small furrow of his eyebrows.
                              Come love me again
                          Let me give my life to you
                             Come, let me love you
                              Come love me again
With a relaxation of the planes of his face, he closed his eyes gently and
drowned within the verses falling from his lips. He connected with the softly
spoken words of this song so easily, that it was practically natural. It
reminded him of all of the peaceful things in life, whilst bringing up the fact
that he had no one to sing this song to. He didn’t have anyone to call his
lover, to give his life too; and it saddened him rather frequently every time
he sang this song- in particular.
                             You fill up my senses
                           Like a night in a forest
                       Like the mountains in springtime
                            Like a walk in the rain
                          Like a storm in the desert
                           Like a sleepy blue ocean
                             You fill up my senses
He breathed out softly and strummed not as vigorously as he had previously
done; his eyes fluttering open softly and connecting with the cool tones of icy
blue from across the bar. They were the eyes of someone in which he had never
seen before.
                              Come fill me again
Yuuri struck the strings once more and looked away from the stranger’s eyes
reluctantly as the last chord echoed through the bar. He could feel his face
heating up with the realization that he had probably stared at the stranger for
way longer that what should’ve been considered appropriate, but he ignored the
feeling that threatened to arise in his stomach by standing up from the stool
he had been sitting on to put away his guitar.
He thought the bar was silent… in fact, it practically was. He assumed that no
one wanted to waste the effort with an applause, and in fact, he was already
swinging his guitar case over his shoulder to leave. He quickly began to leave
towards the back entrance... When someone from the back of the room began to
clap loudly at his performance.
 
Yuuri’s eyes flew open –wide-, his breath caught in the back of his throat, and
he glanced over his shoulder. He had never heard such a sound directed towards
himself after he had played, and it was practically foreign. The protagonist
could practically feel his heart attempting to leap from his chest as he
searched for the source of the sound.
“Amazing!”
The guitarist barely even happened to catch a glance of the man who was
clapping extremely loud with a huge, open-mouthed grin. He was probably in his
late twenties even though he had silver-like hair. His skin was a bit pale in
the bad lighting of the bar, but even through the dim light, Yuuri could see
the gleam of happiness that colored his irises with an ocean-like hue, along
with a brown cargo jacket that was obviously for winter-use.
Yuuri nearly stopped breathing before he turned around and dashed for the exit;
his face flushed crimson and a tear streaming down his cheek. He pushed up his
glasses and quickly wiped away the tear with his sleeve before a small smile
surfaced on his face. He burst through the door and covered his mouth with his
hands; attempting to ignore the cold that nipped at his body.
”No one had ever cared enough to waste the time to applaud… no one ever enjoyed
my performance that well…” He thought.
The boy sank to his knees in the freshly fallen snow and watched as more flakes
came to rest amongst the others. That was entirely the first time in which
someone had labeled one of his songs as amazing… He could practically hear his
heartbeat drowning out the noises of the city surrounding him; the passing of a
car or the voices of the night owls laughing at and with each other, consumed
fully with heartfelt laughter.
 
Yuuri was so, extraordinarily, unconditionally….Happy….
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Makkachin... this is why we love you <3
Chapter Notes
     Songs:
     "I Will Follow You," Toulouse (herel)
      
     MY_TUMBLR
      
     Thanks for reading! :) comments make my day.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Oh, c’mon, Yuuri! Please pose for at least one selfie!” Phichit whined at me;
in which resulted in me shaking my head vigorously, attempting to back away
from the electronic device that my friend was attempting to practically shove
into my face. I held up both hands and covered my blushing face to hide it from
the phone.
“No! Phichit, you know I don’t like being in pictures!” I peeked out from
behind my hands but hid my face soon after, whereas Phichit was videoing the
interaction with his phone and a shit-eating grin. We had taken a walk down
Main Street within the last hour or so to start looking at things for Christmas
presents, and he decided to start taking random photos and videos of me when I
least expected it. It was just a week before my birthday as well, and he had
insisted upon taking me out for some winter sight-seeing and some good street
food.
Honestly, the food was great. We had fresh piroshki and bubble tea from a place
down the street a bit, and the sight-seeing was amazing; we went around town
and saw different, ancient buildings that I had never visited even though I’ve
lived near them my entire life. But the only deal-breaker was the extremely
cold weather, snow, and black ice that covered the sidewalk in different
places. If I wasn’t eating the fresh pirozhki or sipping my caramel bubble tea,
I was slipping on the ice and running into other shoppers that just-so-happened
to be near me at the present time.
“Okay, just one picture in front of that building over there!” Phichit begged
with the motion of clasping his hands in front of his body, “If you let me take
a picture of us together and post it on my Instagram, I’ll buy you a bag of
guitar picks!” He stuck out his bottom lip.
I looked at his hesitantly, “Cheap or expensive?”
“Customized!”
“I want a capo, too.”
“Okay! We can do that! Just one photo!”
“Hmm… You know what, I’ve also been wanting a GT-1-“
“You’re pushing your luck as it is.” He frowned and pulled out his phone,
“Nonetheless, it’s worth it. My Instagram feed had been needing some more Yuuri
on it.” He held up his phone towards the sky and make a small peace sign. I
attempted to copy him, but alas, I looked extremely awkward and uneasy instead
of cute like Phichit.
He didn’t seem to mind the outcome of the photo, as he quickly launched Face
Tune and began to smooth out his face and add different colors to the
background instead of the once dreary building facades. The male held his
bottom lip between his teeth as he worked, only taking two minutes to achieve
the perfect photo.
“There!” He suddenly exclaimed, holding out the device towards me so It would
be easier to observe, “Do you like it? The colors in the background look really
pretty; as a personal opinion.”
Once again, his work was practically flawless and I smiled at him, nodding but
pausing to stare at myself a bit closer. The colors of the background were
extremely colorful, ranging from pink lights strung about the buildings to the
orange colors of the cloudy sunset behind us, he completely succeeded in
bringing out the natural beauty of the world around us. The piroshki within my
grasp looked absolutely tangible, along with the reds that stained the sunset
like the sweet taste of strawberries. It truly was beautiful, and Phichit’s
talent really shone through the photo.
“It’s amazing,” I said, “What filter did you use? You actually made me look not
half-bad.” I smiled at my companion and took a small bite of my piroshki,
waiting for a response. I knew how preachy he could get about the things he
liked, but I was in a good mood today. I could deal with a bit of his lengthy
explanation.
Instead of an immediate answer, he said: “Oh… uh…. It’s just a bit of tuning
that makes your skin smoother- and stuff…” He ignored my gaze and frowned,
looking down at the cobblestone street beneath our feet.
My eyebrows furrowed together and I decided to drop the subject. It was
uncharacteristic for him to not know the name of a filter or tool he used… so
why wasn’t he explaining it like usual? What was wrong? Why did he look so sad
but happy at the same time? He was never this quiet… It was extremely as
normal.
“So… um, do you want to go down to the river?” I said quietly, throwing the
paper wrapping my piroshki had been sold to me in into the nearest garbage bin.
He nodded and set his phone into the pocket of his black coat- something in
which he nearly never did on a daily basis. I nearly questioned him for his
strange behavior, but I decided to not take the matter to close to heart. Maybe
he had something on his mind that he was currently trying to deal with.
In that case… I probably shouldn’t even be here… What if I was being a bother??
What if he had something extremely important he needed to attend to, and I was
holding him back from doing so? So many unanswered questions blew through my
mind at the speed of light itself, and before I knew it, Phichit was yanking me
back from the crowded street.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He yelled angrily, pulling me even
farther from where I had just recently been standing.
I had wandered out into the street… Because I wasn’t paying attention.
“Sorry,” I spoke quietly as he let go of the collar of my shirt, “I wasn’t
being aware of my surroundings.”
Phichit looked skeptical, but my response had been the honest truth to the
situation. I had simply let my mind become unaware of what was going on around
me. I knew he didn’t mean to sound so harsh; he was only trying to look out for
me like he would usually do- the whole ordeal was my fault... and my fault
only.
“Okay… Let’s just go down to the river. I hear it’s really pretty during this
time of the year- especially with the city down below the bridge and all of the
snow.” He smiled gently and tugged me along down the street, probably to make
sure that I wouldn’t get lost in my head like I had just recently. I only
nodded in response and decided to pay attention to the beautiful surrounding
area instead of my own thoughts.
“Yeah, that sounds nice.”
  Phichit didn’t use a single filter on Yuuri’s face in their shared selfie…
                                       …
“Just as I thought…” Phichit muttered as soon as they reached the river bed and
position where it led to the bridge, “It’s absolutely beautiful during this
time of the year.” His eyes cast themselves downwards to examine the ice on the
surrounding shoreline- all of which had the icy water splashing up against the
rocky shoreline.
I smiled and hummed in agreement, “Yeah, It’s really beautiful out here.” I
could practically feel my face lighting up amongst the earthy tones of the thin
line of woods behind us. I could’ve probably stared at the scenery for hours on
end, that was, if a dog hadn’t of suddenly run up behind me and rose up on its
hind legs to knock me over and into the icy water itself.
Phichit yelled out in surprise at the sudden attack of the animal and fell
backward onto the rock-covered shore instead of the water, stumbling back so
–upon estimate- that his phone wouldn’t get drenched as of me.
I gasped at the cold intrusion upon my clothing and ended up inhaling water. I
coughed when I came up for air, sputtering in the foot deep water as I
attempted to gain my footing on the rocky bottom so I would be able to stand up
to escape its icy clutches.
The dog that had knocked me over, ran into the river beside me, splashing
around ice-cold water as it yipped and barked about happily. I, in fact,
couldn’t find myself to be that angry at the dog. It obviously didn’t know any
better since he had such tendencies and I knew what it was like to own a pet
who acted in such a way.
A hearty laugh left my lips and I stood up out of the water, dripping with the
cold liquid whilst I attempted to stumble out of the river’s current and near
Phichit; who was still shocked from the sudden appearance of the animal.
It was extremely cold outside, so I reluctantly walked back into the water to
coax the dog from the river. Eventually, I practically dragged him out and
pulled him onto the shore. Even though It was a just a dog, their bodies
weren’t built to withstand such cold temperatures- much like a human's. Without
thinking twice, I tore off my coat and pulled off my sweater, which just so
happened to be the slightest bit dry, and used it to towel the mammal off.
“It pushed you into the river!” Phichit suddenly yelled, regaining his feet to
stand up once again. He removed his own coat and tried to throw it over my
shoulders, but I pushed it back towards him when he tried to hand it to me.
“You have an extremely important meeting at work tomorrow, Phichit, you mustn’t
get sick before then.”
“MAKKACHIN! You can’t run off like that! That’s the third time today!” A man
ran out from where the park was located, looking rather frazzled at the fact
that his dog had so suddenly sprinted away from him. He let out a long string
of angrily-spoken Russian words.
Oh no…
Oh shit-
The silver-haired man came to a stop before me and rested his hands on his
knees, breathing heavily as he attempted to catch his breath.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry about Makkachin and whatever he has done!” He stood up
fully and held out his hand for me to shake it, “I really appreciate that you
caught him for me-“
He paused as his eyes reached mine. I saw a ripple of recognition flash through
his eyes as they connected with mine and he smiled.
“Oh! You’re the guitarist from the bar!”
I was rendered speechless. This was the man that had given me the strength to
not give up on guitar just a few months in the past. He was the first one to
applaud… the first one to offer praise towards a song I had worked so hard to
create… the first one to even acknowledge my hard work.
“I really liked the song you had wrote- you did write that, correct?” He
quickly noticed that I was simply in a t-shirt and he began to slide off his
coat as he realized what had happened between me and his dog in the time that
he has ran from his owner.
Phichit raised a questioning eyebrow and slowly held up his [hone, beginning to
record the incident without me knowing he had begun to do so.
“You two know each other?”
The silver haired male only smiled and ignored my friend’s question, “I’m
Viktor Nikiforov! An you are…?”
I flushed red and I faintly noticed the feeling of him sliding is coat onto my
shoulders. He was quite the straightforward type. My voice broke as I tried to
speak in a calm voice, “Katsuki Yuuri.”
I was expecting a statement of some kind snide comment towards my ethnicity, as
most people introduced themselves with a racist joke of some kind or another.
But not with Viktor, he just simply smiled and said: “Well, Yuuri, I appreciate
what you have done for Makkachin, and I am extremely sorry about your clothing,
along with the fact that he had pushed you into the river…. Is there any way I
can repay you?” He honestly looked entirely worried about his pet’s actions; as
his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips pressed downwards into a grim line.
Without thinking, I shook my head and fought down a blush –which didn’t happen
to work in this case scenario- and held up my hands. “Nonono! It’s fine-“
“New phone! New camera!” Phichit suddenly yelled, attempting to video the
incident without the slightest ignition that he was filming at the current
moment, “He’ll never forgive you if you don’t give –strictly him- those few
things- Oh! And he really wants a selfie stick!”
”Phichit!” I shook my head vigorously and attempted to open my mouth, but
Viktor only laughed and shook his head absentmindedly.
“Sorry, but as I’m not made of money- I was thinking more of a new coat?” He
offered me a gentle smile as he picked up the now muddy and slightly torn bit
of fabric that was once a piece of outdoor wear, “Makkachin practically
destroyed this, and I’m guessing that it was rather expensive from the
stitching and fabric.” He threw it over his arm and smoothed out the back of
it. “My mother is an amazing seamstress; she could probably fix it for you.”
Phichit suddenly dove into the conversation without a single look of remorse
and he quickly said: “Oh, my wouldn’t he love that! Thank you so much for this,
Mr. Nikiforov- but we must get going! Yuuri, you should give him your phone
number so he can contact you so you can get your coat back!”
I didn’t move; I practically couldn’t. I felt extremely terrified upon the
thoughts of giving my phone number to some random person- but Phichit didn’t
look at all concerned. It wasn’t like he was trying to set me up with Viktor..
he just simply wanted my coat to be as good as new….right?
Right?
Makkachin barked happily and jumped up onto me, practically knocking me over in
the process of doing so. I laughed at the dog’s attempts and reached down to
pet the brown poodle’s soft fur. He was an extremely nice dog, it was hard to
believe that he had just pushed me into the river mere moments before.
“O-Okay… give me your p-phone…”
                                       …
                               I will follow You
Yuuri sighed and closed his eyes, playing each chord on the piano through
muscle memory. He didn’t even have to think, the notes just came so naturally
to him at this point. Tonight, he was playing at a small café just on the
outskirts of his hometown. He had been expecting to play the guitar when he had
left home that evening, but when he arrived, he saw that there was a beautiful,
white grand piano in the centre of the building. Naturally, he had acted off of
instinct and went directly for the piano.
                        Follow you wherever you may go
                         There isn't an ocean too deep
                        A mountain so high it can keep
                                 Keep me away
                               Away from my love
The pianist smiled at the sounds that had risen from the piano’s strings. It
sounded so clean… so pure; it was one of his favorite sounds.
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
Something within Yuuri clenched at those words falling from his tongue ever so
effortlessly. Except, the words didn’t fall so effortlessly. They were sour in
his throat since they weren’t directed towards anyone, and they were difficult
to pronounce.
                             Where you go I follow
                                   I follow
                                   I follow
                                   I follow
Yuuri let his eyes fall closed as he licked his lips, leading into the next
verse. His hands danced so effortlessly from key to key, and then fro, it truly
was impressive; that was, if anyone would’ve been watching him play.
                         You'll always be my true love
                                 My true love
                                 my true love
                                    Forever
                               I will follow you
                    Ever since you touched my hand, I knew
                          Near you, I always must be
                         Nothing can keep you from me
                              You are my destiny
He felt a hollowness in his heart whenever he sang this song… like something
was missing, or rather, someone.
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
                                  I Love you
It was still those damned words that he needed to recite in order for this song
to be sung properly. He couldn’t change them for his own good, since they
pulled at something within himself that yearned for the love of someone… for
someone to be there to tell him that everything was going to be okay, that
nothing was going to foul their lives… but alas, it was necessary.
                             Where you go I follow
                                   I follow
                                   I follow
Everyone stayed silent as Yuuri neared the end of the song. He wanted at least
one person to clap at the end, for someone to applaud him for his efforts. He
wanted the look into the brightly lit room and see Viktor sitting at one of the
white tables, sneaking Makkachin bits of his food or even pretending for him to
be a service dog so he could be allowed inside.
                         You'll always be my true love
                                 My true love
                                 my true love
                                    Forever
Yuuri nearly chuckled at his own thoughts. Why was he thinking about that man
so much? He barely even knew him… he was barely even an acquaintance.
                               I will follow you
                        Follow you wherever you may go
                         There isn't an ocean too deep
                        A mountain so high it can keep
He ignored his thoughts for the last two sets of notes and brought himself back
fully into the song. All he wanted to be able to do, was to get enough money so
he’d be able to buy himself a house and live a nice, stable life. Maybe get a
job somewhere in the city that had a bit of a better pay. Yuuri only shook his
head at himself and played another note. He knew that it was probably never
going to happen.
                                 Keep me away
                               Away from my love
There was no applause.
Chapter End Notes
     I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF MAKKACHIN BRINGING THESE TWO IDIOTS TOGETHER
     OK DONT SUE ME. And i love the song that Yuuri sang in this chapter :
     ') I suggest that you listen to it when reading Yuuri perform.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     (No songs in this chapter, but there will be one in the next.)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Honey?” My mother asked in a questioning tone as she waddled into my room at
nearly seven in the morning. She was still wearing the robe that she usually
wore when she would just wake up as she shook my shoulder, obviously attempting
to wake me up from my peaceful slumber. Little did she know, that I had
absolutely no intentions of waking up whatsoever. With a small groan, I rolled
over and faced away from Hiroko, trying practically desperately to ignore the
way she shook my shoulders a bit more violently with every passing second.
“Yuuri, you got a text message from some number that I’m unfamiliar with,” She
held my phone in front of my face –in which my eyes were closed- and turned on
the flashlight, nearly blinding me in the process of her doing so. “Did you
finally get a girlfriend?” Her voice held just the slightest bit of teasing
within its tones as she leaned over my body to flicker the phone’s flashlight
again.
With that being said, I was up in nearly a hundredth of a second. I could just
barely tell that my hair was undoubtfully sticking up in nearly every
direction, and I looked like a complete and utter mess, but I was all-too
concerned with her previous statement to give anything else that much thought.
“What?!” I yelped, slightly from the fact that I never found myself interested
in girls at all, but also from the realization that my mother had gone through
my phone; since it was unlocked and such. I grabbed, or more so: yanked, the
device from her hands and observed the text messages from the unknown number.
UNKNOWN (6:14)
Ohayo, Yuuri! My mother just finished stitching your coat back together! I can
bring It to you if you’d like?
 
UNKNOWN (6:16)
She’s quite the morning person :p
 
UNKNOWN (6:16)
I was also wondering if you were going to perform somewhere to-night. I’d like
to hear you play again 
 
UNKNOWN (6:32)
I mean it’s okay if you don’t want to respond. I was just assuming that you’d
like your fancy coat back :3
 
UNKNOWN (6:32)
Oh wait.
 
UNKNOWN (6:33)
You probably aren’t awake yet, are you?
 
UNKNOWN (6:35)
Oh well. Shoot me a text when you get up, Kay? :$
 
I sighed at the messages and handed my phone back to my mother, “It’s just
Viktor. I’m going back to bed.” My body collapsed back against the pillows and
I buried myself into the many layers of blankets that lined my mattress. I had
no idea as to why I was so tired recently, but I could only assume that it was
purely exhaustion from playing till four in the morning for three weeks in a
row. My sleep schedule was extremely unhealthy as of now.
My mother’s ears perked at the name and she loomed over my body that was
snuggled beneath my comforters and duvets, “Viktor, huh? Is she nice?”
I fought back the urge to laugh, “Mom, Viktor is a male’s name.”
She seemed taken back for a moment before she smirked at me, “Well, is he a
good boyfriend? Does he go to your performances? Does he take care of you?” She
crossed her arms and glanced down at my lock screen as if a new message was
going to appear suddenly, “And what about this coat, Yuuri? What is it doing at
his place? When were you there- and why were you there to begin with-?”
“Mom…” I groaned, my face flushing a bright red from where it was hidden under
my blankets, “He isn’t my boyfriend. I was down by the river and my coat got
ruined because of something in relation with him. He offered to fix it and here
we are. He’s just going to return it.” I pulled one of my covers over my head
to block out her frown.
“Oh…” Her voice was saddened, “I thought that you had finally found someone you
actually liked for once…” She sighed and I felt her stand from my bed, her
voice beginning to trail off with what appeared to be disappointment in the
highest of masses. I thought she was just going to leave without another word
being said, but she paused just before she opened the sliding door of my room
and said gently: “Yuuri, always remember that I don’t care who you decide to
love… You’ll always be my son, and I’ll always love you, just remember that.”
“Not gay.”
“I don’t care, I just thought you should know that.”
“Still not gay.”
                                       …
“Makkachin,” said Viktor with a small hum towards his dog, who -in this case-
was laying on his small dog-bed by his owner’s much larger one- even though
said owner constantly offered for him to be able to sleep in the bed, “Do you
think this looks like a professional seamstress did it?” He held up the now
clean coat that was stitched up the side where it had once been ripped. No, he
didn’t live with his mother that was a, ”professional seamstress,” he lived in
an apartment by himself with his dog, and his mother lived an entire city away
with his angsty teen brother, Yuri; with one u. She wasn’t even a seamstress;
she was a stay-at-home mom that had once owned a bakery.
Makkachin picked up his head, huffed, and then rested it back on top of his
crossed legs. Viktor pouted at his pet’s reaction and held up the coat before
himself to examine his handiwork. It wasn’t that bad in his eyes, but Yuuri
would most likely be able to see the flaws that littered the fabric. Makkachin
was definitely not impressed by what he had done, and it was rather evident as
well.
“Why did no one ever buy me a sewing machine as a housewarming gift?” The
silver-haired male said as he picked at the loosely sewn fabric. He knew that
the job he had done was rather mediocre, but it was his first time sewing, and
he was extremely happy with the fact that it didn’t end up being a giant mass
of tangled thread instead of a fixed coat. He was quite proud of his work
nonetheless, if Yuuri acknowledged the fact that it was absolutely horrible or
not.
Why did he cared if Yuuri liked it or not? It wasn’t like it mattered… He
barely knew the guy. All he was doing, was fixing a coat that Makkachin had
ruined with his paws… noting more, nothing less.
“I should’ve just bought him a new coat,” Viktor muttered to himself, laying
the coat over the back of a chair before pitifully crawling over to his dog on
the floor and then curling up with him. He was so tired from having to deal
with numerous things, and his guilty pleasure was spending time with Makkachin.
He was always so happy and forgiving of everything. Viktor could only wish that
more people would act in such a way other than being unforgiving and rude.
“I’m pitiful, aren’t I?” Viktor said as Makkachin began licking his owners
face, “Here I am, curled up in a ball on the floor with my dog… I mean, who
does that?” He looked up at his dog’s face as if he was actually expecting a
response.
Makkachin barked sharply as If to say ‘you, apparently,’ and then continued in
the task of licking Viktor’s face once again, his tongue lapping at the side of
his cheek slobbery. Viktor lightly hummed and began to stroke his pet’s fur,
resting his head on the poodle’s ribcage. His eye lids began to grow heavy and
he could feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness, but every time he
nodded off he’d snap back into reality with a jolt.
Eventually, Makkachin became fed up with Viktor’s movements and stood from his
bed, hopping up onto his owner’s instead. He circled once on the mattress,
twice, and then three times before he laid down atop of the heavy mass of
blankets, huffing after he did so.
“Not… fair…” Viktor muttered and then yawned out. He was going to stand up and
fall asleep on his own –rather expensive- mattress, but he didn’t get very far
due to the fact that he soon fell into a deep, surprisingly comfortable sleep
on the hard wooden floor, right next to the dog bed.
He didn’t know how long he slept there before he was awoken by a loud banging
on his front door. Hell, he didn’t even have time to process what was occurring
until he heard someone from outside screech:
”YOU FUCKING RUSSIAN-CUNT! GET THE HELL OUT HERE BEFORE I BUST DOWN THIS DOOR
MYSELF!”
Viktor sat up reluctantly and groaned, slowly getting up off of the floor with
a small grunt of effort. He smiled to himself nonetheless at the announced
visit of his younger brother, Yuri, and walked towards the door as he yawned
and stretched his arms over his head; Makkachin prancing along behind him all
the while with a merry tongue flopping from his jaws.
As soon as the door opened, he was greeted by the scowl of Yuri and a quick
shove to allow him entrance into the home.
“Ah, good morning, Yurio!” Viktor cried happily with a ginormous smile
overtaking his face. He didn’t even mind the rude manners of the other male; he
was just all-to accustomed to what Yurio had in store.
Yuri flicked off his glasses angrily and stomped down his foot with enough
force to make Viktor’s downstairs neighbor bang up against the ceiling with
what was supposedly a fist to get him to quiet down since it was so early in
the day.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop fucking calling me that?!” The
blonde growled, stomping on the floor again to elicit a few sharp yells from
beneath the duo’s feet.
Viktor pouted and crossed his arms, “Yurio~, that’s not very nice. I thought
Matushka taught you better!” He pointed a finger at his younger brother and
then smiled brightly, “But I’ll let it slide! Mamochka would want that!”
Yurio groaned and flopped down onto the nearest sofa and crossed his legs,
sliding his glasses back on with a small sigh, “Why do you always say Mama’s
name in such over the top ways? She’s told you millions of times to stop
calling her Matushka!”
The silver-hailed male stuck out his bottom lip and watched with a slightly
amused look in his eyes as Makkachin ran up to his younger brother and pounced
onto his legs; successfully covering Yuri’s black jeans with dirt from that
morning’s walk to the park and back.
Yuri yelled out at the dog and shook his leg in an attempt to free himself of
the dirt covering his jeans in long streaks of brown. He hated being dirty, as
he then yelled out: “You damned dog! You just ruined my designer jeans!” The
blonde rubbed at it vigorously and growled out of pure distress and anger. It
was no secret that the boy hated dogs, and was ultimately more of a cat person;
it matched his personality.
“Awe, don’t scold him, he doesn’t know any better,” Viktor drawled out with a
small pout, “He didn’t mean anything by it~”
“Bitch, yes he did!”
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading, guys. I haven't updated this story in a while
     and I felt obligated to do. So, I just decided to post what I had
     written nearly a month ago. It's only about 2,000 words, but I've
     been busy with trying to come up with another chapter for I'm Fine.
     I'm Fine. I'm Fine. and Changing Seasons.
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