Hi, guys, I hope life's been good to you. I thought my IPad broke a few days ago but it is working now!

I wanted to do some research for this but I couldn't get anything other than U.S. things so I'll just assume that there is a leading cancer hospital in Tokyo.

My writing style has been miserable as of late. There's barely any "meat" and it rarely gets to the other side of the page :(

If you are wondering, I lost my dad to Lung cancer when I was eight years old. He had stage 4. It went away for two years after he'd been announced clear but it came back, leading him to pass on Christmas Eve.

Unfortunate

"You will also with the Grand Prix Final," Viktor announced, winking his right eye.

Yuuri's face was still flustered from his cheesy line from before. "B-But I don't know how to skate! I barely know how to walk! I don't even have legs!" Yuuri's voice trembled in English.

Viktor slowly put his hand down back to his side. He put his other to his hip, his face puffed out in disappointment. "Yuuri!" Viktor scolded, "I can teach you the world!"

Yuuri laughed in his mind his mind couldn't help but reference that Disney movie Yuuri had seen in a hospital in Cleveland, Ohio.

"I want to and that's it. We're leaving the hospital tomorrow to start your training."

Yuuri had his torso pushed up by his arms propped up behind him. "T-Training? T-Tomorrow?" Yuuri questioned.

Yuuri's heartbeat on the monitor raised exponentially. The way he was feeling right now was almost like that one time when he drank too much at that party. His memories were foggy.

Viktor thought about how he left Yakov in Russia to scout Yuuri. The grey haired, wrinkly skinned man was very disappointed in him. "Anyways, Yuuri, I'll be stealing you."

Yuuri felt steam burst through his ears. The pace of his mind was rivaling the speed of light. 'H-He's stealing me…?' Yuuri thought. 'I never thought that he would be interested in me.'

Yuuri heard multiple dog barks, he immediately turned over to his left side and grabbed his blue poodle cased IPhone off the wooden table.

Yuuri gained a dark look once he looked at the caller ID. Yuuri looked to his side at Viktor and saw him patting the head of his poodle with a happy smile.

Yuuri pressed the green receive button and prepared for the worst. "M-Minako-sensei?"

"YUURI! Why haven't you been answering my calls?!" Minako's voice came through the speaker and enveloped the once tranquil room.

Yuuri looked through the corner of his eye once more as he saw Viktor hand his dog a candybar.

Yuuri responded, "I-I've been busy."

"There's been a rumor about Viktor leaving Russia and coming to Japan to become your coach."

Yuuri opened his eyes wide as he looked at the man in front of him.

"Y-Yes, Minako-sensei, he's right in front of me," Yuuri said.

Minako stopped breathing on the other side of the phone. 'She really wouldn't miss any information about Viktor. I wouldn't either,' Yuuri thought.

Minako didn't respond after that. He did hear her car turning on though. Yuuri guessed that it was her getting ready to travel to Tokyo Hospital, where Yuuri was currently residing.

"THAT'S FANTASTIC!" Minako yelled in the car.

Yuuri turned off his phone and looked at Viktor.

"Yuuri," Viktor scratched Makkachin's fluffy head. "What's your favorite food?"

Yuuri furrowed his black eyebrows before he smiled wide. "I love pork cutlet bowls!"

"Then go and eat one." Viktor had a cherubic smile on his face.

Yuuri smiled as he tapped a button on his reclinable bed for caretaking.

A few seconds of silence in the room followed.

"Why do you need to know my favorite food?" Yuuri asked.

"Because you will now only eat it if you do something amazing."

Yuuri felt his stomach drop.

"You also need to lose weight. You can't be a fat figure skater."

Yuuri felt dejected, he was just about to sprout a fervent response when the nurse came in.

"Hello, Katsuki-san? What do you need help with?" the black haired nurse from before asked.

He turned his attention away from the walking away Viktor as he told her that he wanted a pork cutlet bowl and that his nutritionist would be okay with it. Viktor left to grab some FiberOne bars from the vending machine down the hall, Makkachin following him.

Viktor returned after the nurse left and sat down on the small, tan love seat next to the window, door, and terrace. Makkachin decided to reap havoc in other parts of the hospital.

Yuuri turned on the CCTV and was embarrassed to find it on the National Japanese Skating Network. Yuuri blushed as he took a side glance to Viktor. He was eating his protein concoction with glee.

"Good!" Viktor praised in English with his eyes curled in joy.

Yuuri just about laughed at his adorable face. The flash of his phone went off unconsciously.

Viktor looked away from the male figure skating highlights to Yuuri with his phone in hand.

Yuuri blinked twice and waved his hands dismissively. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!"

Viktor winked his right eye and held a peace sign to his left eye as he posed to the camera.

Yuuri kept his right thumb on the take-a-picture button. Thirty seconds passed.

"Are you done yet?" Viktor asked, "Shall I try a new position?"

Although Yuuri would've LOVED to grab two thousand more pictures of the five time gold medalist, he decided to be passive. "It's fine, Viktor," Yuuri said. "How about you rest, you've been on a plane all day, right?"

Viktor threw away the empty wrapper and laid down on the loveseat as Yuuri turned down the volume of the television.

Yuuri pretended to be occupied, watching the highlights, but he had 110% of his attention on the falling asleep Viktor.

Once Viktor started slightly snoring, Yuuri sprang into action by grabbing his Picker Upper which rested on the nightstand next to his bed. He then used the curled end of it to latch onto his wheelchair. He pulled the wheelchair to the left side of his bed before he discarded the picker upper to the bed table.

Yuuri lifted himself onto the grey wheelchair and placed his phone on his almost non existent lap. Yuuri would've tiptoed if he had legs but instead he slowly rolled the wheels of his wheelchair using his arms to the tan loveseat with Viktor residing in it.

He grabbed his phone and took more pictures, and more, and more. Yuuri pushed his glasses higher up onto his nose while his right thumb resided on the take-a-picture button as if it lived there.

The black tux and white undershirt rode up when he fell asleep. It showed a portion of his midriff. Yuuri shoved the phone closer to Viktor's body and made sure to get Viktor's face with his slightly open mouth in the shot.

Viktor snored and Yuuri jolted. Yuuri threw himself out of the chair and jumped onto the bed. Viktor kept lightly snoring.

Yuuri placed the tan blanket onto his hips as he scrolled through his pictures in his Viktor folder.

2,573 pictures. Yuuri counted.

I enjoy making Yuuri a pervert.

I'm having fun and I'm glad that I got over one thousand words, finally. I'm having a bit of trouble trying to piece together parts of the anime to this but It'll all work out eventually. I really have to rewatch the anime before I start writing.

I hope you have a nice journey.