Victor awoke early and practically sprang out of bed in his eagerness to start his new mission. He was determined to track down the Japanese skater and talk to him, cheer him up….and most importantly, get his number of course. Perhaps they could become…friends. He could help the other skater, he knew it. He'd decided he would continue to use the photo as his cover for getting close to him. And he may have been a teeny, tiny bit genuinely upset that Yuuri wouldn't take a photo with him, after all nobody turned down the chance to take a photo with him.
Victor was determined in his goal as he started trying to track Yuuri down. His first port of call was the front desk, Yuri had said the lady who manned it in the mornings was a fan of skating, that meant she must know who he is. She'd be powerless against Victors charms and he'd have Yuuri's room number in a heartbeat. Except….the woman turned out to be in her 50's. He faltered momentarily. He'd been expecting a young girl, who'd fall at his feet when he flashed his most charming smile. Never mind. Minor setback. I can still do this. He was somewhat startled to find Yuri appear, seemingly out of nowhere, at his side. He didn't recall telling the teenager his plan, or asking for his help, but evidently Yuri had taken pity on him and decided to come along for moral support. Victor appreciated it and had a feeling he would need it.
"Hello" Victor said, charming smile in place.
"Oh hello dear…oh my you're Victor Nikiforov" she said, blinking at him. His smile grew.
"Yes, yes I am!" he agreed.
"Oh look…you've got little Yuri Plisetsky with you, such a charming little boy" the woman directed a motherly wave at Yuri. He could feel the teenager bristling like a cat and he elbowed him sharply before he could ruin Victors chance. Charming? You've got to be joking lady.
"Yes…yes he is" Victor nodded, pushing Yuri forward. The woman smiled at the two of them.
"Oh you were both very good dears, your performances were simply spectacular. And fellow Russians…I couldn't be prouder!" the woman said, sniffing slightly. She composed herself quickly, Victor smiling the entire time. Yuri…well..he hoped Yuri wasn't scowling but he didn't raise those hopes too high.
"What can I help you with?" The woman enquired, peering up at them.
"Well you see, I have a friend-" Yuri snorted and Victor elbowed him again. "…a fellow skater. He was a bit upset after the competition yesterday and I wanted to cheer him up, but I've forgotten his room number. Silly me, I'm a ditz!"" Victor laughed. The woman frowned. Oh come on.
"Oh…I'm not allowed to give out room numbers" She said apologetically. Victor leaned forward, sultry gaze in place. If I have to flirt...then dammit I'll flirt. He noticed Yuri smothering laughter beside him, but ignored it.
"I thought you might say that but a….beautiful and charming lady such as yourself..." Victor ran his gaze over the lady and yes that would be the sound of Yurio choking on his laughter. I hope he busts a lung. "would surely take pity on me?" Victor said with a wink. The woman looked at him.
"Nyet." she said firmly. Victor couldn't stop his face from falling in disappointment.
"I just wanted to help" he said sadly. The woman patted his hand, then looked around. Determining the coast was clear she leaned in.
"I can't tell you his room number…but…what's his name?" she asked.
"Yuuri Katsuki"
"Ah yes…poor dear." the woman nodded, as she tapped some keys. "He's on the fourth floor" she said kindly. Victor smiled.
"Thank you! Come on Yuri!" he grabbed the teenager by the arm, pulling him with him. It's not his exact room number, but now I know which floor he's on. All I have to do is just….observe who comes and goes. I'll find him eventually, the fourth floor isn't that big.
Victor had been prowling up and down the hallways of the fourth floor for the best part of the morning and there had still been no sign of the Japanese skater. Yuri, who'd been strolling along after him called out to him.
"He's probably still in his room, I wouldn't want to show my face either"
"But…he has to leave…for….food….sunlight….fresh air…..he has to so I can find him!" Victor said plaintively.
"That's what room service and windows are for." Yuri said snarkily. "Besides, what are you going to do if you find him? 'Hello Yuuri, I am your destiny! I've stalked you morning and night, lurking in the vain hope I'd find you….and at last we meet…let me love you!'" Yuri said, imitating Victors over dramatic tendencies perfectly. Victor had to give it to the boy…it was very well done. I think I might hate him a little bit.
"I am not a stalker! And I'm not...lurking. I am...loitering with purpose." Victor defended. "Anyway, I just want to make him feel better…to cheer him up. There's nothing wrong or creepy about that. Maybe we can become friends da?" Victor mused. Yuri raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, he'll make best friends with his stalker and then what? What are you hoping for Victor? That he'll fall madly in love with you?" Yuri said skeptically. "I don't get it"
"No…well…he is cute..hot…handsome….adorable…." Yuri made a face at him and Victor shook his head. "He reminds me of me Yuri. He seemed so lost…" Victor trailed off. The teen was well aware of Victors growing displeasure with his skating. Before Yuri could respond, two hotel security guards came towards them.
"Oh…I think they're here for you stalker" Yuri said with a snicker. Victor adopted a bland expression. As if he walked endlessly through hallways every day. For fun.
"Some guests have been complaining about suspicious persons loitering around this floor" one of the security guards said, eyeing them. Victor felt a spark of hope.
"Us? Seriously?" Yuri said unimpressed.
"The guest didn't inform us it was a man and a kid" the other guard said, looking them both up and down. "You brothers or something?"
"NO" Yuri shrieked, outraged. Victor completely ignored the conversation, focusing on this possible guest that had seen them.
"Oh? Who was it? Was it a Japanese figure skater? Was his name Yuuri?!" Victor asked excitedly. Yuri coughed the word stalker and Victor trod lightly on his foot, stopping the laughter that was about to emanate from the teen. "Ow" he mumbled. "I was only joking" he muttered.
"Stalker? You're stalking this….figure skating person?" the other security guard chimed in.
"No no!" Victor said hurriedly. "I'm a…a friend of his. I was looking for him but I can't seem to find him" The security guards looked skeptical. "I'm a figure skater too!" Victor blurted.
"Is that right?" one said, eyebrow raised.
"Yes! I'm Victor Nikiforov" Victor said.
"He's the Hero of Russia" Yuri said, making air quotes. Victor glared at him, mouthing the words 'not helping'. 'I'm not trying to' the teenager responded with a smirk.
"Do you have any proof that you're this Victor Nikiforov?"
"Um…well…no, my wallet is in my hotel room, but I can google myself!" Victor said proudly. He pulled out his phone and proceeded to do just that, before handing his phone over to the guards to look through, framing his face with his hands, while Yuri laughed beside him. They still didn't look impressed, but they believed him at least, eyes flicking between the google search image and Victor himself.
"You said you're a hotel guest?" one enquired, handing his phone back.
"Yes! We're staying here until tomorrow" Victor said, pulling his hotel key card out of his pocket.
"Fine, Mr. Nikiforov, we won't throw you out. But you don't belong on this floor so kindly return to your own"
"But…I'm looking for…."
"I don't care. You shouldn't be on this floor if your room is on the 2nd floor. You're making people uneasy." Victor opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. "Go" the guard said, motioning to the elevators down the hall.
"But…but…but…."
"C'mon Victor, he's clearly not leaving his room, we would have seen him by now"
"But maybe he slipped past us" Victor said morosely.
"With your newly activated stalker senses, I doubt that but it doesn't matter even if he did. He won't be leaving until after the banquet" Yuri said, tugging a wilted Victor down the corridor.
"You're right." Victor sighed. "Say Yuri, do you want to go to the cafe in the lobby? I need a pick me up. It's on me, don't worry." he asked the teenager, receiving a confirming grunt in response. As they waited for the elevator, Victor typed out a quick tweet. Revenge is sweet.
By the time they'd ridden the elevator down to the lobby, Victors revenge was well in motion. He and Yuri stepped out in to a screaming crowd of Yuri's Angels. Ooh they're even faster than I was expecting. I thought we'd at least make it to the cafe. Yuri stared dumbly for a moment before the pieces clicked in to place and he whirled to face Victor.
"YOU" but before he could lunge at Victor he was grabbed in the iron grip of his fans and dragged in to their seething mass.
"Have fun Yuri! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Victor waved cheerily. "I'll see you at the banquet later!" he called as he strolled in to the cafe, the sound of Yuri's enraged shrieks echoing in his ears. I do love Yuri, but he does tend to test my patience every now and then. Victor sighed ruefully, there was only one way to deal with it. Sometimes you just need to tweet that you're with him, using the appropriate Twitter handles and hashtags of course….and geotag the location.
