Hello! What is this, two updates on two consecutive days? Well, I have nothing else to do, so yeah. I don't own YOI.
Raven was already waiting for Viktor at the upscale restaurant.
She was wearing a low cut red dress that showed her ample cleavage. 'Hello, Vitya.' she said in a seductive voice. She positioned herself in a a manner that allowed Viktor's gaze to fall directly on her breasts. 'Like what you see?' she asked,
'Huh? No.' Viktor said. 'Sorry, I mean yes. I mean I don't know.' He looked sheepish.
He frowned. In his years, not once had he been flustered or unsure of himself on a date.
Perhaps it was because it was the first time he was on a date he was not really attracted to. He always had a large pool of starry eyed women and men to choose from. However, he did not really feel that way about her.
However, he really wanted to know more about her. She was the one who wrote all the fics which he loved after all. He had spent more than half of his life obsessed with her writing..
'What would you like to have, Vitya?' she asked in a flirtatious tone. Viktor ordered what he wanted.
As he stiffly made conversation with her, he wished he was with Yuuri.
How he wished that Yuuri was the one who wrote the fics instead. But he wasn't. And he did not even seem interested in him. He had not even responded when he kissed him.
As the waiter brought the bill to the table, Viktor took out his wallet. 'No.' Raven said. 'I'm paying.'
'Are you sure? I don't mind...'
Much to his surprise, Raven placed a finger on his then payed the bill.
'Vitya.' she said, crossing her legs. 'I want you to come home with me tonight.'
'What? I...'
The woman gave him a sultry stare. 'I want you to come home with me and give me what I want.' She leaned forward and caught Viktor's shirt. She pressed his lips against his.
'No.' Viktor said, pulling away. 'I am sorry, but I really need to go now.'
Viktor sighed.
No doubt, Raven was hot. However, she wasn't really his type.
He really wanted to get to know the fic writer, though. But how was he to do that when she obviously had a thing for him which he didn't reciprocrate?
He wanted to meet Yuuri. That little cutie had a way of instantly brightening up his day.
'Yuuri!' he rung the doorbell of the room which he shared with his friend, Phichit.
'Yuuri.'
Phichit opened the door. 'I am sorry, Viktor.' he said. 'Yuuri left for Hasetsu today. He told Lilia that he did not want to be a part of the show anymore.
'What? Why?'
'He just didn't feel like it, that's all. Frankly. you hadn't been treating him very well, Viktor.'
Viktor gasped. 'What do you mean?'
'Well, you kissed him, and went on a date with a woman the next day.'
'He did not even respond to my kiss. He did not mention it the next day. I thought he was not interested in me.'
'You thought he was not interested in you? You are one oblivious son of a bitch, aren't you?'
'What do you mean?' Viktor asked, startled to hear Yuuri's usually mild-mannered friend speak so bluntly.
'He adores you. And he loved your show for years.'
'What? He did not even used to talk about it much to me.'
'He was too shy to reveal his obsession, Viktor.'
'Really?'
Phichit nodded. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but he didn't.
Her name was Raven Furakawa. She was half British and half Japanese, but not Spanish or Russian as she had told Viktor.
She actually knew Yuuri from long before. She lived next door to Yuuri and Phichit in Detroit, and for the longest time, she had a crush on Phichit. However he rejected her every time she asked him out. Frustrated, one day, she decided to ask him out one last time. As she was about to ring their doorbell, she heard Yuuri's voice.
'Phichit-kun, please open my fanfiction account.'
'Huh? Your username is katsudon_lover, isn't it? is your password?'
'Uh, it is Vicchan. V-I-C-C-H-A-N.'
Raven did not think she would ever do anything with that piece of information. She realized otherwise several years later.
She had moved to St Petersburg to be with her boyfriend Vladimir, a Russian ice-hockey player. However, she recently found out that he was cheating on her with Mila, a famous actress. Mila did not know that he was double-dealing, and had beaten him with an inch of his life when he found out. However, she decided that wasn't enough for her. He needed to know that she could do a lot better than him.'
Soon later the internet exploded with news of katsudon_lover. And then she realized she now had a chance with Viktor Nikiforov himself.
She smiled, thinking about her date. Soon, she would have the silver-haired hottie in her bed and the jealous rage of her asshole boyfriend, no ex. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.
'Y.K.' Vitya said. 'If you do not skate like I say you to, I won't coach you anymore.'
'But Vitya.'
'Stop.' the silvrhed said.Y.K burst into tears.
'I hate you, Vitya.' Y.K said. Vitya lauhged.'
'You are so stupid Y.K.' the Rassian said.
Yuuri wanted to cry.
Not only had that impostor stolen Viktor from him, she had also decided to steal his story as well. She updated the story, and she had terrible grammar and spelling. And the characters were acting totally OOC.
'Have some katsudon.' Yuuri's mother said. He smiled sadly as he had his favorite dish.
Yuuri's thoughts turned to Viktor and the girl. Had they kissed? Had they fucked? She must be totally gorgeous and great, unlike Yuuri. How did he even have the audacity to believe he would be interested in him?