Side Note:
I forgot to mention, Yuri's day job is as a ballet teacher, that'll be discussed more later.
I've been using the wrong name for Yuuri's family inn, I'll be referring to it as its proper name now, Yutopia Katsuki.
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I'm not meant to be a skater or a hostess, I may have attempted each job at one point in my life, but neither job ever suited me. I've never really been one for cleaning-up after or serving people— not that I have ever refused to do so— but I just can't say I saw myself doing that for my entire life at my family's inn. Although, I do think my displeasure for serving people was one of the main reasons as to why I moved to the city of Sendai and started my own life there. After all, my reason for leaving home was never solely because I wanted to dance erotically for horny men, it was just because I was ready to move on from the skating world and start my own life— at the time, Victor was in said life too. To be quite honest, my plan for after I left the skating world was to become a teacher (a ballet teacher to be specific), so after leaving it all, I somehow managed to start my own studio. Tough times had called for tough measures though, and when I realized that teaching wasn't paying the bills, I had to find another job too.
But here I am, taking the bus back home to serve people yet again.
"You saving that seat?" A fat man asked me, breaking my train of thought.
"No, sir, it's all yours," I reply a bit disoriented, the loud whoosh of the bus breaks rattling inside my head. He practically plops down on my bag before I could even pull it away from the seat.
"You look familiar," he declares boldly, as if I had been some acquaintance from his highschool days. He continues nodding his head, triple chins jiggling all over as he thinks as to who I might be. My heart skips a beat over how I may be familiar to this complete stranger.
"Wait a second... You're that Katsuki skater! You won gold at the Grand Prix!" He shouts triumphantly, pointing one of his greasy-sausage fingers at me.
I can't help but sigh in relief, I had been worried that he recognized me from my most recent line of work. "Yes, sir," I responded smoothly, only hoping that he'd stop gawking over me soon.
"What an honor it is to meet you, my daughter loves your skating!" He continues to say, his voice getting louder and louder by the word, causing a scene.
"Yes, thank you, that means a lot to me," I say hesitantly, only hoping he doesn't catch on to my fib. The fat man then proceeds to pull a napkin from his pocket and asks for an autograph. I oblige only hoping that this shuts the guy up and stops the scene from truly unfolding before my eyes. Finally, after scribbling my signature down, I finally make my escape as it's my stop.
Hurrying down the sidewalk to the Yutopia Katsuki, I pass a few dozen tour buses and get crowded by media reporters, all trying to cram themselves in my face. I suppose I never had actually explained why I retired from the skating industry or why Victor and I called it quits, but that surely couldn't be the reason why these reporters were crowding my family workplace.
Apparently my skating career hadn't faded yet, seeing as random citizens and the media still recognize and greet me. My only true question is... why so many reporters outside the
hotel?
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My team and I trudge through the parking lot to the hotel's lobby, our only hope is to escape the mass-hoards of media— all of which are trying to videotape our every move.
The plane ride had been much better than anticipated as Yuri had finally shut up, and Yakov decided to sleep the whole time— instead of lecturing everyone on our behavior the entire time like last trip.
On the positive side, Georgi's face was wiped clean of the horrible clown pain and was actually making small-talk with Mila too.
"You think J.J. will be there?" He asks Mila nonchalantly, not realizing the fact that I started eavesdropping as soon as I heard that bitch-boy's name.
"Sadly, yeah. I was hoping he'd retire after last years stunning defeat," she sighed sadly, already picturing the narcissistic and sexist comments yet to be made by J.J. this upcoming competition.
"I'm pretty sure his marriage is already starting to go downhill too!" Georgi chuckles at the thought, "Clearly she only married him for his money!" We all laugh at the thought, his comment even earned a slight chuckle from Yakov. We can all take joy in reminiscing about J.J. and all his failures, but even his screw-ups compare as nothing to my loss of Yuuri...
But finally we make it to the lobby, there we're greeted by staff running around trying to get everything settled and perfect for every skater staying.
"Wow, it's a lot different. It's as if everything's changed!" I mutter, practically inaudible. My thoughts can't help but jump straight to Yuuri and where he was right now. Is he in his room?- down the hall?- in the hot springs? He could be anywhere right now, but in my heart I knew that he was close by.
Oh, little piggy... Where are you?
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For future reference, do you guys want more Yuuri perspective or more Victor perspective? As we get deeper into the story, it'll only make sense for it to be in one's perspective for longer periods of time (or even not at all).
And don't worry, Yuuri pole dancing is crucial to this story, it doesn't stop here! That's actually a major turning point, so don't forget about that sexy Yuuri! ;)
To paraphrase what I just asked though,
more Yuuri or more Victor?
And also, what pairings? Obviously slow-burn Victuuri, but who else?
Thanks!