So here is my first Victuri fic, treat it kindly!

T Rated chapter ahead.

"Yuri!"

I wonder when exactly I didn't want to get out of bed anymore. The 'why' is still a mystery too, but 'when' seems like an easier concept to me right now.

"Yuri, so help me I will get the broom! Wake up and help me open shop."

Ah, the broom, I guess I need to get up now.

My name is Yuri Katsuki, I'm a college student whose career as a student is currently on hiatus. I'm an overall average guy, with an average skill set. I was at the top of my class but after last semester my mentality shifted to a darker perspective. I seem to have buried myself into a depressive rut somewhere between then and now.

I run through the motions. I slip my pajamas off, fold them, and tuck them away. I shuck on an old pair of pants and a band t-shirt with a few hidden holes. My shoes are quickly toed on after socks. I comb my hair and slip thick, framed glasses down the bridge of my nose. My bedroom door is shut until it clicks gently as I step into the corridor. They're simple motions, but they're mine.

I've had depressive episodes, it's something that I know how to snap out of when I get tired of feeling this way. I just haven't gotten tired of being like this yet. It's the longest episode I've ever dealt with.

My mother walks out of the kitchen door when I got downstairs, she finished unloading today's deliveries already. Mari stood leaning in the doorway as I went in to the pantry searching for breakfast, an unlit cigarette dangling from her lips.

"About time you got up, I mean geez, you sure are living up to the 'typical college bum in his mom's basement' standards. You've only been out of school for a month, step your game up bro." My sister Mari, 7 years my elder, hasn't changed since she hit puberty. Somehow she managed to morph into a nagging 45 year old woman on the afternoon of her twelfth birthday.

"You've been out of school for ten years and are literally living in your mother's attic; what standard are you living up to Mari?"

She drops her cigarette with a stunned and irked expression before tackling me. After having a slipper shoved in my mouth and my spine nearly broken from my sister mounting me like a horse, the winner of our brawl was clearly decided.

Mari smiled broadly after helping me back to my feet.

"Good to see you can still wrestle just as terribly as you used to, little man."

I never know whether I should feel grateful or aggravated that she knows I'm different from how I used to be. She doesn't quite pity me, but she treats me more gingerly than she did before, like she's scared that I'll just break if she's herself.

That's right, this is her holding back.

"Mari! Yuri! Honestly, still fighting at your age, I don't know where you get the habit. Come and help me open shop you two. It's the middle of the tourist season, we don't have time to waste."

Mom was always in a hurry, in the kitchen and the front of the shop. She just couldn't be in two places at once.

I looked down at my hands, still red from our tussle. I suppose it was time to really start the day. I wonder if this one would be any different. Would it be like it used to?

I get pulled out of my reverie with a bright red leash slapping me clear in the face. I adjusted my glasses quickly to glare at Mari, whose cigarette smoke was curling lazily around her form and smirk.

"Go take the mutt for a walk, I'll help mom with everything."

Today I feel grateful to her.

The changing of the seasons led to bitterly cold nights but refreshingly cool days. This was Vicchan's favorite weather. He would be absolutely clingy at night but in the day it was like he couldn't run farther ahead of me. My arms jerked back and forth as Vicchan moved in every direction on the sidewalk.

It felt good to be outside. I smiled softly at Vicchan, he was the only reason I was at all bearable at home anymore. No matter what, dogs were just happy, especially Vicchan. It was reassuring to have the constant happiness-

Suddenly, everything was too still.

Vicchan was locked on target. Across the park to our left there was another dog. Vicchan's tail began to swing back and forth.

"Vicchan! No, sit!"

Vicchan's playmate leaned down to its paws and waggled its backside. The game was on.

I was thrown off balance and dove forward to avoid eating dirt. We were barreling across the browning grass and leaves towards the larger brown dog. The other turned towards the north side of the park and gave chase.

Good God I was not built to move this fast. I was kept bent forward as Vicchan chased his new friend around various trees and park benches. My knees were almost hitting my chin from the angle I was forced to sprint at. Somehow I managed to avoid tripping over any roots or bystanders.

"Vicchaaan! Stop it! Heel!"

We were going too fast, the perpetrator leading Vicchan was bringing us towards some unfortunate soul with his back turned to us. I pulled out my last resort to stop my ridiculous animal. He knew he was in trouble whenever I called him by his full name.

"Victor!"

Momentum is a funny thing. Despite how my last resort was successful in stopping Vicchan, I was unsuccessful in slowing myself down.

The stranger had turned around at my yelling, which only made my fumbling more embarrassing when I crashed, face first, into where his chest met his neck. His blue scarf was shoved unceremoniously into my mouth while he let out a huff of air.

We slammed into the ground. There was a delay of any movement on both of our parts. Vicchan whined and began licking my temple as an apology, filling the silence.

He was rather prone, considering he had a stranger laying on top of him. I scramble up onto my hands and knees above him. I began to stammer out a poorly articulated apology.

My apology was stopped short.

He was too close, eyes bright, hair feathered away from his face perfectly. I stopped looking when I realized I was staring intently at this stranger I was on top of. The flush creeping across my skin was so strong I was scared that he could feel the heat radiating from my face.

"You called?"

The man's accent threw me, but not as much as his smile did.

He was stunning.

Please review and let me know how I'm doing. I'm a little rusty but I wanted to try writing again. It seems dark now but I promise it's going to be fluffier than a damn unicorn now that Victor's here. Beware of character development, my arch nemesis, that is soon to come.