AN: Jesus Christ I'm dead inside. Here's more of this. Enjoy it. Cry at it. Method-writing Viktor is such a weird experience and I would suggest it, it seriously puts himself as a character and his decisions in the show in perspective, things make so much more sense. I don't want to theorize about the winner of the Grand Prix so this is a 6 months later. Anyway, Enjoy!
-AP

Viktor's POV

Yuuri left our beds separate that night.

6 MONTHS LATER

"...Viktor?" A hesitant voice called to me from the door. I let out a quiet groan in response, hoping that would suffice for any replies I had to give.

6 months, huh?

I was in Japan. I couldn't bring myself to go get my stuff from the Katsuki's place; That would make it too real, too real that I had to leave. But I couldn't bring myself to go back to Russia either. So, I was currently crashing in Minako's spare room.

She was nice enough about it, even told me when Yuuri came to practice so I could be out when he was there, and damn is she a good drinking partner. Always listens to you, too. Usually when Yuuri was at her studio, I was at the ice rink. I didn't do much productive nowadays though; Just skated around forlornly, tracing the scratches that his skates had made on the ice.

Yuuri...Yuuri hadn't even looked at me since the Grand Prix.

He avoided me. Crossed the road when he saw me on the street, passed me even when we ended up accidentally crossing paths at the rink like I was a complete stranger. I guess he wanted a clean break. All contacts cut and everything.

I look awful.

I know I do, because the press had been avoiding me, and the press usually would never avoid me for even a millisecond. I see them taking photographs of me from a distance sometimes, but I never have enough energy to tell them to stop. I barely have my phone on, so what does it matter what the press is saying?

Yuuri seems to be handling it fine. I see him posting pictures of him with his parents and friends. He looks happy.

If this makes him happy, I'll be okay.

Minako entered the room slowly, before pulling open the curtains aggressively. Makkachin let out a noise similar to a huff and jumped off the bed, trotting out of the room. I let out a protesting whine, trying to bury my face under the covers until she yanked them off. "Get up." She said strictly, obviously not budging. I sighed and sat up, and shooed her out of the room so I could dress.

"You need to get out, Viktor, you can't just sleep all the time." She said as I stirred the food in my bowl absent-mindedly, not really invested in the task of eating breakfast. I looked at her and sighed. "I can try."

"Viktor." She replied sternly, looking at me the way that a mother would regard a disobedient child. "I'm being serious. Yuuri doesn't want this for you." Somehow, the last sentence seemed to set me off into an impulsive, uncontrollable frustration, because I snapped at her.

"Yuuri is the one who fucking caused this, so if he can't deal with the consequences, it's his own fucking fault. And frankly, I hope he feels TERRIBLE because that'd only be a millionth of how he made me feel that night and you KNOW it!" She clamped her mouth shut and I started shoving food into my mouth as if to act out a full stop. That's it. That's the end.

I've never really snapped at someone before. I've especially never snapped at anyone I knew and liked, and extremely never snapped at anyone including swearing and yelling. Maybe the lack of sleep is getting to me. Yeah, I'm sure that's it, maybe I could-

"You're not going back to bed, Viktor, this isn't healthy." Minako said it gently and calmly, almost soothing in her tone, but stubborn and strong nonetheless. I sighed and nodded, finishing my meal and placing the bowl into the sink routinely. "What am I supposed to do then?" I stared at her defiantly.

She looked nervous for a moment, and then she spoke. "The Katsukis want to see you." I'm not sure whether or not my face lit up or turned sour, I'm sure it was a bit of both, but she rushed to explain herself either way. "Yuuri shouldn't be back when you're there. They just want to talk to you about things."

I didn't really want to talk, but I agreed to go anyway.

I took Makkachin with me in case I needed moral support.

When I arrived, Mrs Katsuki rushed me to a table and sat me down. The rest of the family was also in the room, with only one empty space next to Yuuri's dad...where he sits, usually. Makkachin laid his head on my lap and I petted him absent-mindedly as I looked around.

"Ah, Viktor, sorry for bringing you out here." Mr Katsuki said with a smile that felt too much like his son's. I shrugged and showed them a smile that was reserved entirely for members of this family. I appreciated the jog of memory, even if it made me want to cry a little. Mrs Katsuki decided to start then and there, clearing her throat before speaking. "Um, we...we want you and Yuuri to get back together." She began. I opened my mouth immediately to drop a salty comment, but she continued before I had the chance. "I know he was the one who broke up with you and by all means it's his own fault that he's in such a mess, but..."

She took a breath and then sighed. "But he loves you, a lot, and he's doing terrible, and I really think it was a big mistake for you two to cut contact so suddenly like this. 6 months is a long time to ignore each other." I nodded and bit my lip as she talked, only to freeze when I heard footsteps down the hall. I looked panickedly at the rest of the family, but they all seemed just as terrified as I was, their eyes wide as the three of them shared a glance.

We all knew what was going to happen even before Yuuri pulled open the door looking like he'd been for a jog. "Hey what's going o-?" He stopped when his eyes landed on me, and it looked like every muscle in his body suddenly froze up. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run. I wanted to run as fast as I could away from him, and my problems, and everything.

But I couldn't move.

"V-viktor." He breathed it, leaning on the door like it was all he had to support himself, and if he let go, he'd collapse violently into a paralysed heap on the floor. I didn't dare meet his eyes; I knew if I did that I'd kiss him. I'd kiss him, but I couldn't, because he didn't want me anymore. Seeing those familiar eyes once again would be too tempting.

Despite that, I did it anyway.

...He looked so tired. His eyes looked old, like somebody had forced them to age, compared to the youthful brown orbs I'd seen before.

Makkachin moved off of my lap and I stood, staring at him.

It wasn't long before my lips were on his, and I knew it was wrong and I should pull back but I couldn't bring myself to because everything about it was so familiar and good and sweet and...

And he pushed me away. I expected that to be it but it wasn't, he just dragged me by the arm into his room. There was something cold-looking about it; As if it had lost it's colour. As soon as he closed the door and locked it, he turned to me. "Y-Y-Yuuri-!" I started out, hoping to explain why I was here to stop the inevitable anger that he was probably about to unleash upon me.

I was cut off by being slammed against a wall, with lips pressed firmly against mine.

And then I woke up.

AN: I'm so sorry for using that trope on you guys, I'm an awful person, I know, please forgive me. But it's not gonna be that easy in this fic, no siree, sorry, nope. Yuuri is still dead set on avoiding Viktor and...Next chapter is in Yuuri's POV! Gasp! So look forward to it. (Though don't expect updates on this to be anywhere near consistent.) So let's see what happens! There's part of next chapter in Viktor's POV to explain how the dream worked and where it started and where it ended, ect, ect. Anyway, leave a review if you liked, and thank you very much for reading!
-AP