Hi! Um…This story still exists? I went through some writers block, and ended up writing a 5+1 fic to break through it, so obviously this fic kinda got pushed to the side a bit. I hope that I'll try to go back to somewhat consistent updates (more or less every week or two- I'm not good at sticking to specific days.), but I can't make any promises. Anyway, moving on, the reason the line breaks keep changing is because I'm struggling to find one that actually works. I think I've finally found the one I'll use though. Comments are appreciated!-Purecinnamonbun

Phichit nibbles at the rectangular slab spread with something that had been laid out for breakfast. It wasn't half bad, really. Seung Gil sat stiffly on the other end of the long table, slowly eating a muffin and looking at Phichit from the corner of his eye.

The awkward atmosphere was palpable.

Just as Phichit was about to open his mouth in an attempt to break the silence, the huge doors to the hall came banging open, successfully doing it for him.

"G-good morning!" Yuuri stammered as he tiptoed inside. It was obvious to Phichit that he was trying to ignore the fact that there was a silver haired man attached to his hip, practically gluing himself to Yuuri's side.

Seung Gil stared at them, before appearing to decide he wasn't interested, and turning back to his meal. After prying Victor off, Yuuri hurriedly took a seat next to Phichit, leaving a pouting silver haired man behind him.

"Anything you want to tell me, hmmmm?" Phichit whisper-laughed to Yuuri.

"I woke up, and he was in the same bed as me! He must have snuck in during the night" my heart can't take it, Phichit!" Yuuri replied, almost desperately.

"And to think, only a few days ago that you were leading me to believe that you'd get an arranged marriage."

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Another voice calls from behind them.

Yuuri could only shoot one more desperate look at Phichit before he was pulled away from the table, and into Victor's arms.

"I can't wait to show you around!" Victor chirruped excitedly, tugging Yuuri along in his haste "We'll get breakfast in town of course- and Yuuri, what do you think of a romantic meal for two?"

Obviously Yuuri wouldn't have a problem breaking the curse then.

But Phichit on the other hand…

He glanced at Seung Gil who still seemed to be brooding over a piece of toast, completely ignoring Phichit's existence.

…This could be a teeny tiny problem.

Clearing his throat, Seung Gil stood up, and started to walk towards the door.

Then he paused and looked back at Phichit sharply, seeming to reach an inner decision.

"I am going to walk my husky. You may accompany me, if you so wish."

And with those words, Phichit was bouncing up from the long dining table, gently placing a few of Seung Gil's hamsters onto his shoulder, and running ahead of Seung Gil.

Leaving the man still standing behind him, looking slightly stunned.

And unbeknownst to Phichit, Seung Gil put his hand up to his mouth, and smiled.

They walked amicably down the beach, Seung Gil only glancing at his hamsters before turning away and muttering something about predictability.

Seung Gil's husky, Phichit had to admit, was not a death-bringing creature like he had previously thought.

He wasn't however, as cute as Seung Gil's hamsters.

Or Seung Gil for that matter.

"What's her name?" Phichit asked Seung Gil while playing with a hamster.

"Princess Fiona Lucy Olivia Jennifer Abigail Rebecca Kate the Third."

Phichit blinked.

"I'm calling her Fifi."

Seung Gil seemed to be suppressing a smile, but he still told Phichit that Fifi was not her full name, and Phichit should treat her with the respect she deserved.

After which Phichit kneeled down and kissed her paw.

"Is that better?"

This time Seung Gil couldn't even repress his smile.

"Quite."

The waves crashed angrily at the shore, as the two began to make their way back to the palace.

Seung Gil looked at Phichit analytically, before turning to look straight ahead at the castle, which they were nearing.

"Would you be interested in coming to a ball that will be held in five days time?"

Phichit frowned.

"What's a ball?"

Seung Gil looked surprised.

"They do not have them where you are from? A ball is where people dance together to music."

Oh. Like a concert.

"Sure!" Phichit herhhhhh [0qeidhgrinned, skipping along happily.

"Then I will have you a suit fitted. Those clothes you were wearing when you first arrived here, were the colours from your own country?"

"Yup! They're rare colours- but my absolute favourite!"

Seung Gil nodded.

"Of course. Then I shall see to it that you attend."

Maybe this would turn out well after all.

When Phichit returned to the castle, he immediately went on a Yuuri Hunt. If he knew anything about his older brother, he knew that right now, he must be driving himself into an anxious fit.

He found Yuuri laying down on his bed, screaming into the pillow. When Phichit found him, he gently lead Yuuri out of the room, and into the farthest part of the garden, where he knew they wouldn't be overheard. They sat down, hidden behind some rose bushes, before speaking.

"What happened?" Phichit leaned forwards eagerly "And give me all the juicy details."

"Nothing happened." Yuuri flipped onto his back, and stared into space "I'm just going insane."

Phichit gestured for Yuuri to go on.

"It's just…Victor touches me all the time, and always hugs me, and when we got back to the castle, he kissed my cheek! I know it's just a game to him, and I'm just….a friend…but I think I'm going to die Phichit!"

Yuuri groaned, and pushed his face into his hands.

"I'm never going to get that kiss."

Poor, sweet naïve Yuuri.

For one thing, Phichit hadn't seen Victor do that with anyone else, and Seung Gil had even made an offhand comment that Victor seemed happier with Yuuri.

"You will. And for the record, Victor likes you t-"

Phichit was cut off by the crunching sound of footsteps.

"We are not supposed to be in this part of the garden!" Yuuri hissed in Phichit's ear.

Phichit gestured for him to stay quiet.

"Just stay hidden!"

They both ducked lower behind the rose bush.

And then Seung Gil's voice rang out, loud and clear.

"I assume you've invited the dark haired one to the Ball?"

"His name is Yuuri and of course I will! I just need him to stay in one place for more than five minutes." Victor's tone became too low for Phichit and Yuuri to hear for a minute.

But a moment later, Phichit saw Seung Gil nod through a break in the leaves.

"I suppose I can allow that."

"I have to say, Gil Gil, your stance on this has changed quite rapidly. You've been spending much more time with Phichit. Don't think I didn't hear that you asked him to the Ball!"

"I was merely wary before, and I still am. But certain….circumstances have arisen which have lead me to believe that at least Phichit is trustworthy."

"What?"

Once again, their voices became too low to hear, and the two men walked away, leaving Phichit and Yuuri undiscovered behind the rose bush.

Certain circumstances, huh?