Disclaimer: I do not own Yuri! On Ice

I love writing these stories, and I'm sorry that this chapter took so long to upload. I was busy with end of the semester ( lots of papers and exams!) I really hope that this chapter makes up for the long absence and please enjoy the chapter and the beautifulness of Viktor and Yuuri

-ArrangedRose :)

CHAPTER 7 – YUURI

Bad Day

Makkachin was bored, the house was dark and it was too quiet. He was soon going to resort to killing the shoes when he heard a noise; it was a familiar one. It was the lock on the door opening! Someone was coming home! The suddenly happy dog completely forgot about his hatred for the shoes and was sitting in front of the door his tail wagging and ready to greet his masters. He just knew that his master would be happy to see him, and from his position, by the door, he could tell by the scent that it was his new master; Yuuri. However, Makkachin was disappointed when the door opened and a gloomy Yuuri entered the dark apartment practically ignoring him. Makkachin was confused and worried, Why is he sad? I should make him happy! With that idea in mind, he moved towards the quiet man and whined, trying to draw his attention.

Yuuri was so tried when he finally got home. He had decided earlier to take a walk and try and clear his mind but it hadn't worked. Slamming the door, Yuuri sighed heavily before leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, he banged his head two times on the door.

"Today sucked." He wasn't actually talking to anyone. It was just him tonight, Viktor was out drinking with Yakov and a few others. He couldn't remember their names, and he was sure that Viktor had told him but the names hadn't stuck. They had invited him, but at the time he hadn't really felt like going out. It was just that he was having a few bad days in a row so he was beginning to get used to the ache in his stomach and the pounding headache. Viktor had insisted that he get out of the house and have some fun, but to be honest the idea of drinking had never been his idea of a fun time. Yuuri eventually convinced him that they couldn't spend every waking hour together since they already all of the weekends together. While selfishly he had hoped that Viktor would insist on staying home but he was also glad that Viktor could have some fun. He didn't want to be a burden to Viktor in any way, and he felt that keeping Viktor all to himself was the ultimate selfish move. So for the first time in a week, Yuuri was utterly alone—well he had Makka—but he already missed Viktor.

Opening his eyes, he leaned against the door fully and slid down to the ground. Hitting the ground he leaned his head to the side and sighed, it would be the first time in a while that he would be sleeping without the comfort of Viktor. The apartment was eerily quiet and felt empty without Viktor's exuberant personality to brighten the room. While he figured that with the lights off it didn't help to make the room appear bright and cheerful, he just didn't have the energy to turn the lights on. He felt a huge weight in his chest and felt tears filling his eyes but refused to cry, he could do this! He could be strong like Viktor. Makkachin sensing the turmoil in Yuuri whined and pushed his wet nose into Yuuri's hand, offering the only comfort he knew. Yuuri opened his eyes wearily and tried to smile down at Makka, however, his attempt failed. As Makkachin whined louder and cuddled his body into Yuuri, pressing his soft fur into his side.

Holding the poodle close he was reminded of Vicchan, and he felt a jolt of sadness through his heart. He always regretted not being there when Vicchan had passed. In the past when he was going through his anxiety or failures he had always relied on Vicchan to hold close and depend on; Yuuri was reminded of that familiar safety and warmth. He laughed when Makkachin squirmed and licked him on the chin.

"Don't worry, Makka. I'm just feeling a little out of it today. Nothing to fear." Yuuri murmured before pushing to his feet. He smiled down at their dog as Makkachin stuck to his side like glue offering his presence as a balm to his loneliness.

Even though the room was dark without the lights, the open curtains offered enough light for him to navigate the room. So Yuuri didn't bother to turn on the lights. He wasn't planning on doing much in the apartment tonight, he had no energy to clean or cook. So he stumbled his way across the living room, kicking off his shoes towards the mat. He knocked into the end table beside the couch and grunted in pain. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the back of the couch and rubbed the sore spot on his thigh, Makkachin sat down beside him, watching him.

"Well Makka, I bet your day was better than mine! Huh?" Yuuri smirked dryly at the dog, who barked at his name and wagged his tail.

Grinning, "I figured. I don't really feel hungry, and Viktor won't be back until later so why don't we move to the bed and have a nap." Yuuri was stiff and tired from the emotionally draining day. Rationally, he knew that in a few hours he would be starving, but at the moment all he felt was queasy and tired.

The few feet of the bedroom door seemed like a mile, and Yuuri's eyes kept drooping. Leaning against the doorframe with a heavy sigh, he pushed himself the last foot and fell onto the bed with a huff. Falling on his face, he suddenly felt like crying. His heart hurt that Viktor wasn't here, that he was far from home without his mother and father within close reach, he missed his friends and practicing on a regular basis at the ice palace. He also knew that while he was missing home and the regularity of his former life, that his new chapter with Viktor would be the best one yet; it still didn't help with the ill-feeling in his chest.

Yuuri pushed himself to the side, he looked towards the windows and cried out, "Why can't I make this work? I've been away from my family for five years before, but this time it feels worse, Makka why does it hurt so much?" Of course, he got no answer but he didn't really think that there was an answer to the question.

Staring into the darkness he laid quietly, thinking about his situation. His breathing wasn't slowing down, and his heart was racing. He could tell that he was experiencing a small panic attack and that he should call his mother or even Viktor; who Yuuri knew would drop everything and rush home to help him. But Yuuri couldn't make himself reach for his phone; he felt like a huge weight was on his chest; breathing heavily he started to hyperventilate.

Yuuri knew that laying on his back wouldn't help so he tried to stand but his legs were shaky and he collapsed to the floor. Leaning against the bed, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Makkachin barked once then whined; apparently worried. Yuuri reached out blindly for soft fur and was rewarded as Makkachin pressed himself into Yuuri's right side. He closed his eyes and remembered to keep breathing. He needed to calm his breathing before he could focus on anything else; passing out would not help him in any way. Pulling his knees up, he crossed his arms and rested his head on them and breathed in and out. It was a slow progression, but eventually, he calmed his breathing enough. He could still feel the panic attack at the edges of his mind, but he felt better.

"That probably could have been worse." He chuckled, the laugh didn't really mean much as Yuuri still felt his heart beating wildly. He stood up slowly before moving to the closet. If he was going to sleep, he might as well be comfortable! Grabbing his pair of fuzzy pajamas for this very situation, stripped and pulled them on; they were blue and purple with small dogs on them.

This attack wasn't strange or unwarranted, but it wasn't anyone in particularly; it was more just the new surroundings and the dramatic changes. Yuuri was worried about his program, about moving in with Viktor and making a new relationship work; everything seemed to be weighing heavily on Yuuri's shoulders or at least it felt like it. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened today, it was just a culmination of stuff that suddenly hit him like a bag of bricks.

Yuuri was homesick! He was across the world, barely any friends and the only connection he had to his home was his belongings. He knew that if he phoned his mother, she would do everything in her power—short of traveling to Russia—to make him feel better but Yuuri didn't want to worry her for no reason. While panic attacks were regular for Yuuri, he had few of them since meeting Viktor, as he had learned to be confident and Viktor was always there to distract him from his panic. However, it was just a temporary fix; Yuuri still had panic attacks and it frustrated him! The actual reason that Yuuri had insisted that Viktor goes out and have some fun was that he was experimenting dealing with his anxiety; he didn't want to be trapped by it forever.

While in normal situations he knew that you should never purposely place yourself in a position to have a panic attack; it's not a healthy activity. Yuuri felt like he should come up with ways for himself to deal with the attacks without outside help. It had hit home today—it had been a month since he moved here—and he had not actually made himself a part of the community. He was a foreigner in Russia; the language was different, and the culture was dramatically different from Japanese. Viktor—bless his heart—tried at every turn to make Yuuri comfortable in their home; from allowing Yuuri to redesign the kitchen and the living room, Viktor had even gone as far as to make every Monday and Thursday dinner Japanese-styled. It was utterly adorable, and those nights they would either order from a good Japanese restaurant or the two of them would cook together. It always worked to bring Yuuri out of any dark moods he was spiraling towards, but Viktor could do that with his personality.

Yuuri loved Viktor dearly, and that would never change, but he continued to feel like an outsider; the apartment was a safe haven to Yuuri now. Going outside was stressful, but he continued to push himself to go out and buy the groceries or walk Makkachin. He took lessons in Russian from Viktor and from an online Rosetta stone. While he was a quick learn at the written aspect of the language but speaking it was always a challenge. The shock from the Russian culture was wearing off, and Yuuri was blending in slowly, but he was determined, and he wanted to make Viktor proud.

A whine from beyond the closed door jarred Yuuri from his thoughts, he hadn't realized that he had retreated that far into his thoughts! Makkachin was whining and scratching at the closed bathroom door, Yuuri knew that Viktor wouldn't like the scratches on the wood and opened the door to scold the dog.

He smiled slightly and shakes his finger at Makka, "Don't scratch the door! Do you want to get in trouble with Viktor?" Makkachin simply barked and walked into the bathroom and leaned on Yuuri. Sitting down on Yuuri's feet he looked up him and his tongue lulled out and he panted happily.

"You crazy dog!" Yuuri grinned before going back to the mirror and sink, "Why is this so hard? I love Viktor but why can't I figure out what to do?" He mumbled into the bathroom mirror.

After cleaning up, he shooed Makkachin away from him and the two moved to the bedroom. He shuffled under the blankets; pulling the cold but soft sheets around his body. Yuuri patted the bed, and Makkachin jumped up and cuddled into his body; lending Yuuri his warmth and love. While Makkachin couldn't answer, he did lick him on the chin; that was answer enough.

"I love you too." Yuuri smiled. His eyelids felt heavy, and he quickly fell asleep.

BANG! BANG!

Yuuri woke with a start from the noise, "What?" Makkachin sat up and growled at the sound, but continued to stay on the bed. Yuuri used his elbows to push himself up, his mind still blurry from sleep. He blinked a few times and looked to the open door as an another bang was heard. Looking over at the clock to the right of him, he stared at the red digits for a second before registering them, it was eleven. Looking to the right, Yuuri looked at the windows and noticed it was still dark outside and figured he had fallen asleep for half an hour.

Yawning, "Hopefully that was Viktor! Should we go check?" Yuuri blinked sleep and crawled out of bed, Yuuri was praying that it was his fiancé; he really wanted to have a warm hug from Viktor. It didn't even matter if he was drunk.

"Yuuuuuurrrrriiiii, Are you awake? I love you" Viktor's voice was slurred, but recognizable. Yuuri grinned and shuffled into the living room and was quickly engulfed in a cold hug. Yuuri sighed and hugged Viktor closer, nuzzling his head into Viktor's neck grateful for the love and warmth.

"I missed you, Yuuuri! Why didn't you come along? I didn't have as much fun without you!" Viktor's accent was thick; his blue eyes blurry and wide from the alcohol in his system. Yuuri was shivering from the cold jacket, and he could see that Viktor's cheeks were red.

"I know, remember I told you that I wasn't feeling good. I missed you too!" Yuuri reached up with his hands, still wrapped in Viktor's cold arms, and put them to Viktor's cold cheeks. He grinned and preened silently at the knowledge that even when Viktor was drunk, he still missed him. It was a nice feeling to know that his idol and the man he loved would miss him and had more fun with him. His sleepiness from earlier was gone as he moved straight into the caretaker role that he knew well; Yuuri was always ready to take care of Viktor when he was able.

"Did you? I can't remember much of tonight, Yakov and Mila can drink more than I can! Are you feeling okay now?" Viktor swayed, and Yuuri pulled him closer causing the drunk man to giggle.

"I'm better now. Why don't we head to the bedroom?"

"Ooooh! Yuuri, how forward of you?" Viktor winked, his grin wide and cheerful. He tried to shake his hips, but the sudden movement caused him to stumble once again. He unlinked their bodies and moved away from him to the living room. Ignoring Yuuri insistence to head to the bedroom. Apparently, Viktor was feeling stubborn today!

"But Yuuri! I'm not tired. WHOA!" Viktor was walking toward the kitchen, or at least he was attempting to, but he kept leaning to the left and quickly ran into the couch and fell onto it; right over the back with a shout.

"It's certainly not boring with you around. Are you okay?"

"I feel fine! Although the room is spinning and….Yuuri? Why are there two of you?" His silver head peeked over the couch, and he grinned at Yuuri. His legs were hanging over the edge, and he kicked them out with a giggle. "You should join me?" He winked and motioned for Yuuri to join him, while he struggled with his jacket.

Yuuri couldn't believe Viktor and just sighed. He waved his hands; dismissing the offer before moving to the light switch. Switching them on he heard Viktor shriek and looked over to see the man in question holding a pillow over his face. Laughing at the drunk man's antics, he noticed that the door was still wide open and he heard nails clicking on the wooden floors and knew that Makkachin was investigating his drunken master on the couch.

"Makka! Come here doggie! You're so soft, I love you and Yuuri both!" Viktor's voice was loud, so Yuuri assumed that he threw the pillow away. Yuuri moved to the door, closing it he locked the door and turned to see that Viktor was attempting to relocate. Makkachin had leaped onto one of the chairs, laying down with his head in his paws and watched the show. Yuuri was trying to hide his laughter as he saw the typically skilled man fail to rise from the couch again and again—he almost got it once but ended up falling onto the couch once more and gave up with a huff and a few swears in Russian.

"Are you having troubles?" Yuuri's apparent laughter must have given him away as Viktor glared at him from across the room.

"I can't stand up!"

"I can see that Viktor, dear. Do you want help? Or do you want to sleep on the couch?" Yuuri tried to placate the very drunk man. It was evident that Viktor was probably too drunk to possibly move anymore for the night, but he knew from experience that Viktor was stubborn and the idea had to be Viktor's.

"I want to move, but I don't think I can. Can you stay with me? I love sleeping next to you!"

"Always, Viktor."

"Viktor, did you eat when you were drinking? Do you think we have a Gatorade? I heard from a few friends that it helps with stopping hangovers. Or do you want water?"

"Yuuri?"

The question stopped Yuuri from rushing around the room, "Yes?"

"Could you stop moving so fast? I can't keep track of you when you move so fast." Viktor was guileless as he stared at Yuuri with his clear blue eyes.

"Of course, sorry. Uh? So water or Gatorade? That is if we even have any?" Yuuri smiled at the simple request of Viktor's. Viktor closed eyes for a moment probably to think about his answer, but he took so long that Yuuri was worried that he fell asleep when Viktor sat up quickly and groaned.

Putting a hand to his head, "Water, and Tylenol. Can you turn off the light? It hurts!"

"Yes, right! Of course. You just get comfortable on the couch, and I will get the water." Yuuri started to the kitchen, moving slowly this time not waiting for Viktor's answer. He switched the bright overhead lights for a small kitchen light before grabbing the Tylenol from the bathroom; a wet cloth and the glass of water he left on the kitchen island. Walking over to Viktor he kneeled beside the couch and presented the water and Tylenol to the sleepy man; he was apparently fighting the adrenaline drop from the alcohol in his system.

Viktor nodded his thanks and quickly groaned from the movement. He took the Tylenol and drank all the water while Yuuri put the wet cloth on the table before moving away from him to grab a blanket from the bedroom and their pillows. Walking quietly back to the living room he placed the blankets and pillows on the corner of the couch and moved to Viktor.

"Viktor? Are you awake?" He was laying on his side, Yuuri was suddenly really glad that he had decided to buy a much larger couch; for Viktor's large frame would not have fit on the old loveseat. When he didn't get an answer, he tried again while grabbing Viktor's shoulder and shaking him slightly, "Wake up! I have blankets and pillows. It will make it more comfortable."

"Noooo!" Viktor whined but moved closer to Yuuri; seeking his warmth.

"Come on! Do you want me to join you or not?" Yuuri tried a different tactic, hoping to play off of Viktor's need for attention and closeness. It worked wondrously. Soon he had a hilarious drunk Viktor swaying slightly but standing. He managed to get off his sweater and unbutton part of his shirt but was struggled to remove the rest of his clothes. Yuuri made sure to keep a hand and an eye on Viktor as he spread the blankets and the pillows on the couch.

He stood up with a sigh. Patting his hands on his legs he turned to Viktor, "There! Done, you ready for bed?"

Viktor nodded, before motioning to his clothes. His voice was tried but frustrated. "I need help, I can't seem to make my fingers work correctly!"

"Of course I can help you." He blushed when Vikturi grinned a child-like grin when Yuuri was practically bouncing to get Viktor out of his clothes. It felt like he was taking advantage of the drunkenness of Viktor but he knew that if Viktor weren't drunk, Viktor would be an active participant in the undressing—and Yuuri would have lost some of his clothes!

"Yuuurrriiiii!" Viktor blushed but smiled nevertheless. Yuuri smiled back at him before guiding him to the makeshift bed, it looked inviting, and hopefully, it didn't kill Viktor's back in the morning.

Figuring that Viktor would be a permanent fixture in the bathroom once morning hit, Yuuri slipped into onto the couch first. It would be a close fit, but the couple typically wrapped around each other in sleep; Viktor unsurprisingly loved to cuddle. Viktor was slow to sit down; trying not to make his head move or even his body. How much did they drink tonight? Pulling his pillow closer to himself, he giggled as Viktor laid down beside him; Viktor was knocked out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"I love you, Viktor. Thank you for loving me and coming home. I missed you!" He stared at the beautiful man beside him and kissed him on the cheek before resting his head on his cheek.

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Viktor woke up to the bright light from the sun outside and grimaced, he rolled to his right and cuddled into the warm body; he heard a happy sigh and breathed in the scent of his love, Yuuri. It was always his favorite way to wake up, right next to Yuuri was where he planned to be for the rest of his life.

"Augh" Viktor groaned as moving his head caused him pain. It was like there was a man in his head banging pots and pans together. Why did I drink so much last night? Oh yes! Yakov! Going out last night may have been a good idea, as Viktor had been having difficulties dealing with all the stress from moving in with Yuuri—he loved Yuuri so much but he could practically feel the stress radiating off him—and Viktor had thought that a night out on the town would cheer him up but Yuuri had ruined his plans by refusing to go. So, of course, that left Viktor feeling obliged to go out with the group and drink even though he truly wanted to be home with Yuuri.

His apartment had gotten more homely since Yuuri had moved in and Viktor truly loved all the changes that were occurring. But at the moment the sun from the windows was causing him pain but he didn't dare move! Yuuri had decided that Viktor made the best type of pillow and regularly used him as a substitute the past couple of nights.

Viktor looked up at the roof and thought about his future. He knew for one thing that his life would be dull and horrible without Yuuri in his life. Yuuri…his own personal ball of sunshine! Viktor smiled to himself, before wincing as a headache from last night came back with a vengeance. Closing his eyes he prayed that Yuuri would always love him.