A/N: Written for my beautiful angel, posted entirely for Guiltyfree.

Enjoy my shittiest shit~

Additional note: Hey, I updated this. Read it! Or don't... Listen, I've gotten better okay?

Enjoy?

Hopeless - Halsey

Sometimes, you can just tell something's about to change. It's in the air, that tingling that lodges at the back of your throat, has you listening even when you're not aware that you're hearing at all. It's the way the chills run down your back, leaving you stock still and staring because you've never felt this way before and you realize that this is heralding something bigger. It's how your body and brain disconnect and you suddenly feel weightless.

Of course, sometimes, you feel none of these things because change is like that. It can sneak up on you when you least expect it and leave you breathless.

That's certainly how that particular night in the late, September evening felt to a certain Ravenette standing behind a counter, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Tiredly, Yuuri let his head slowly fall towards the counter before he yanked it back up again. Can't fall asleep must stay awake. That test wasn't even that hard, why am I so tired? There was a reason he'd taken the night shifts. He knew that but it didn't make it any less arduous at times.

1:00 he thought wearily, blinking at the ancient analogue clock ensconced on the wall. Who even goes to Speedway at 1:00 am? Not enough people to keep him awake, that was for sure. It was boring and monotonous and above all silent. Oppressively so, almost to the point where it was driving him crazy. He needed this job though, if he didn't keep it, he would be loosing a whole lot more than just a little sleep.

Not that he wanted to think about his failing college attempt. It's my fault the Motel started to fail in the first place, if I hadn't been so careless then this wouldn't have happened- NO! He didn't belong in the past, he belonged here where the past couldn't hurt him. Even so, those few seconds of careless thought took a toll, bringing his shoulders down further. He was just so tired...

The bell over the door rang but Yuuri didn't even glance up.

Really, he was running himself into the ground. Maybe he wasn't meant to get through college after all. First it had been his mothers health, then it had been problems with the family run motel, and now it was money. Between the three, it was almost like Yuuri wasn't meant for higher education at all.

And yet here he was, middle of the night, working a crappy job just to pay for a crappy apartment and classes at the community college. It was a fool's errand but no one had ever accused Yuuri of being smart. I'm going to make it, Yuuri thought determinedly, pushing away as many of the negative emotions clogging his brain as he could. Even if it kills me.

Suddenly, a flowing, melodic voice invaded his thoughts. Though invaded was probably the wrong word, more like the words flowed over Yuuri, naturally soothing away some of the tension in his shoulders before he'd even had a chance to register that someone was speaking to him. "Oh, what is a lovely flower like you doing working at a sad, lonely place such as this?" The accent was softly Russian and the words surprised Yuuri so much that he shot upright abruptly.

Anything he'd thought to or wanted to say died in his throat along with every sensible cell in his body. The creature before him was stunning, no gorgeous. Breathtaking. He was slim, but not overly so, and dressed casually. Or at least, he would have been if his casual wasn't something that made the rest of the world's idea of casual pale in comparison. With silver hair that came down to his high cheekbones on the right while falling into his face in an elegant swoop of bangs on the left and big, turquoise eves that sparkled like nothing else Yuuri had ever seen, the stranger in that moment stole his breath away.

God, he's beautiful. Who is he? What is he?

"Uhh, I-" Yuuri stammered, trying not to stare too long at the god-like form, classic shoulders and tantalizing expanse of flawless skin that peaked out over the low scoop of his neckline. Mind out of the gutter, mind out of the gutter! "I-I don't... Um-" God, I sound so stupid!

The strange yet entirely beautiful man frowned, as if Yuuri's botched attempts at speech upset him in some way. "No No, I am most sorry, I frightened you, didn't I?" When Yuuri didn't answer, his frown twisted slightly and his eyes squeezed shut in repentance. "I did not mean to frighten you. Please, forget I said anything upsetting Love." Sighing sadly, the man wrung his hands, long elegant fingers strangling each other. "Really, do not trouble yourself on my account."

Managing to shake himself out of the trance he was in, Yuuri turned bright red and shook his head adamantly. "N-no! I just- You just surprised me," he hurried to explain, trying and failing to keep his tongue from getting tied in knots. When was the last time someone embarrassed me like this? "M-most people don't ask..." What? Why I'm here? If I'm comfortable with what they're saying? When was the last time someone actually gave a crap? "I mean..." he tried again, realizing he couldn't say any of those thoughts out loud. When nothing came to his tongue, Yuuri turned even redder. "Never mind."

Expression switching from penitent to perplexed and then pleasantly amused all in the matter of a second, the man laughed breezily, all earlier worry forgotten. I bet nothing sticks to this man. "Ah, but of course! I forget myself sometimes. Where are my manners?" Another chirp of mirth, another dancing look through side bangs that just dusted his left eye. "What is your name, Dove?"

What kind of a question is that? Don't I have my name on my shirt?

Glancing down at his name tag, which he had apparently left at home, Yuuri opened his mouth helplessly in an attempt to answer. Usually the late shift means I don't have to deal with people like this. Who is he? His initial reaction to the stranger's looks was quickly shifting into an entirely different reaction to his personality. Unfortunately, both came out looking much the same so it hardly mattered.

I look like a fool. And this is the first person who'd actually bothered to ask my name in a long while...

When Yuuri didn't bring forth an answer, the man chuckled ruefully as if he'd expected this and turned so he could lean his back against the small, cluttered checkout counter. "Well, they did say I'd have to work on my people skills while I was here. I'm afraid it isn't going quite as planned." Peaking back over his shoulder at the speechless Yuuri, the stranger winked, one sparkling eye closing in a flirtatious gesture that made Yuuri's brain sputter and die. "It's funny, when I'm not actually one on one with them, I'm wonderful with people."

Bewildered, Yuuri managed to stammer, "I- Um-" Just be professional or something! "I-is there anything I can help you with sir?" The sir came out as a squeak because the man chose that exact moment to tilt his head backwards and grin disarmingly at the poor Yuuri. Even lopsided like it was, that smile brightened the room, made Yuuri's whole body sing like he'd become a tuning fork.

"Nothing Chickadee," the man hummed, smiling simply. "Only that there is absolutely nothing in this place I would ever actually consider purchasing." Righting himself, he waved his hand. "Unless you were on sale of course." After that potentially mind shattering comment, he tilted his head and added, "And you shouldn't work here, it's not good enough for one so beautiful as you." Then he straightened, gave Yuuri one last devastating grin, and left.

Though he would have usually refrained from letting such words slip, Yuuri, under his breath, softly muttered something very indecent.

A/N: There. It's crap

BUT IT WAS WRITTEN FOR MY ANGEL WHO PUTS UP WITH MY CRAP. I dunno, you'll get it as I write it

Tell me when to 'for the love of god, stop'. I need someone to tell me that sometimes.

Laters~