Again, I apologize if anything offensive is said. I'm talking as if I am Yuuri, I'm not trying to be a dick.
There will be no smut in this fic, I'm not about that.
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It's raining really hard right now.
And what I mean by that, is that I'm drowning in the flow of money being thrown at me.
Who knew that being a slut could be so amazing?
After another round of applause, I leave the stage with my bag full of cash and with a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. Sweat glistened from my brow, and greedy hands grabbed at my ass, as if I'd give anything to them for free...
"Not today, honey," I tut mockingly to one of my regulars. "I'm not for sale yet!" My laughing voice can be heard as the same grabby man tries to advance, claiming he only wanted a sample. As if...
It isn't until I'm alone in the dressing room that I finally get some peace and quiet.
Looking into the mirror, I see so much glitter. There's more glitter on my hair and skin than there are brain cells in Victor's entire head.
Oops, did I actually just think that?
Well, I mean, it isn't not true...
As I'm attempting to clean my skin from the stain of sparkles, my phone starts ringing obnoxiously loud.
"Hello?" I ask hesitantly. After all, who would even call me at this hour? It's around midnight, unless of course it's my friend Phichit calling me. He calls at weird hours since he's usually in some other continent.
"Yuuri! Listen, I need a favor" My sister exclaims quickly, her voice is always easy to recognize on the spot. I start to nod my head before remembering that she can't actually see me.
"Yeah sure, what do you need?" I ask curiously because what reason would she even be up at this hour?
"Right now, we're, uh, severely understaffed at the inn. We were wondering, could you come back home and help run this place for a bit?" She asks without hesitation, knowing full well that I would drop anything for our family.
"Of course! I just need to make some arrangements with my boss," I say instantly. Family comes first; honestly, most anything comes before this lousy job actually.
"I'll see you soon," I say before hanging up. This will be my first time home since I left the figure skating world and since Victor left my world. But while it may have only been weeks, it already feels as if everything has already changed.
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My ears ring from the constant annoying arguments between Yuri and everyone in the car. It's as if he lives to piss off everyone in sight, and it's as if he gets a rush out of annoying everyone out of their own mind. Not to say I'm not extremely proud of him for all his accomplishments, just to say I think he's extremely annoying...
Yuri starts screeching at Georgi, "Stop hogging the mirror! You look like a little kid who managed to get away with smearing their face in their mother's makeup, is that the look you're even going for?"
Georgi payed the little brat no mind before continuing to paint his face in more blue lipstick.
"I'm practicing my makeup skills for the competition, I'm almost positive this is how it should look," he defended himself quietly, finally closing the cars only hand-held mirror and offering it to the needy teenager.
"Yurio's right, you look God awful!" Mila taunted, her shrill voice filling the small enclosure with her annoying laugh.
"Shut up, hag!" He screams, yet again sounding like a cat thrown into the rain.
"Yuri, behave yourself," I butt in tediously, "And Georgi... take off the clown paint, you look terrible."
The grown man huffs in annoyance, while Yuri starts to tie his hair back in a meticulous manner after snatching the mirror away [like the child he is]. The blonde boy begins to admire himself in the mirror, showing off just how narcissistic he really is.
"Seriously? Are you that in love with yourself?" I can't help but ask Yuri, his face contorted in a look of resentment at my snickering. He starts to open his mouth, preparing for a screaming match before I quietly place my finger in the air, shushing him before his fuming could even begin.
"We get to the airport in about ten minutes. So let's play the quiet game until then." I whisper, as if the tiniest amount of volume hurts my ears. To my surprise, Yuri stops trying to pick a fight with everyone, and the older two are following along with the quiet game.
With the newfound quietness, my thoughts slowly begin to drift to more mournful topics.
For instance, will I be able to get Yuuri's forgiveness, win back his approval? Not only that, but explain why I had to leave him for Russia! So many things revolving around that one innocent man, he wouldn't be able to understand why I did any of it. And I understand that I won't be able to even explain any of it.
It's a new day, and anything can happen. The only question is, am I ready for it to happen?
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I'm just gonna repeat myself here but, there will be no smut in this fic, I'm not about that.
Also, this will be a multi-fic, and it takes place a few weeks after Yuuri wins gold at the Grand Prix.
Since the breakup is so recent, that's why Yuuri is so salty and why Victor hasn't tried fixing anything yet.
Alright, thanks for reading and please leave a review!