Chapter one: #Lost Little Katsudon
His phone buzzed.
Viktor jumped, reaching for the device instinctively as he finished pulling his shirt over his head.
"Allo, Yurio?"
Viktor grinned as a long string of expletives made their way into his ear. The boy really did have quite the mouth…
"...what do you want?" The teen finished bitingly.
Of course, the question sobered him instantly. Viktor turned to face the empty hotel room.
"Is Yuri with you?"
Yuri Plisetsky made a noise of disgust. "What would I be doing with that pig bastard? What, did you lose him already?" He paused for a moment, and the next thing the blonde said made the older man bristle.
"That coward probably just ran away like the little crybaby he is. At least he's smart enough to know when to quit. There's no way I'm letting that little piggy even place." He laughed. "Even if he did decide to show his face, he'd probably make it to dead last again-"
Viktor ended the call, pacing along the room as he contemplated where the other skater might be. Messaging Yurio to call him was obviously a mistake, but who else might know where Yuri was? He'd already gone down to Phichit's room to ask after him with no luck. He'd just closed his eyes for a moment… Well, he might have napped a bit longer than anticipated, but Yuri wasn't the type to just disappear without leaving some sort of message for him. To be honest, Viktor ran off without notice far more often.
Viktor plopped himself down onto the bed with a sigh. He knew Yuri was feeling nervous about the Grand Prix Final that was coming up in a few days, but he could have at least left him a note…
His phone lit up.
Viktor smiled, quickly unlocking his phone only to find a new notification. Slightly disappointed by the let down, he frowned and continued to view the notification…
Which happened to be a picture...
Of Yuri at a bar…
Dancing with Christophe Giacometti.
The room was vacated within seconds.