I was going to use these Japanese words in the story (from Google Translate, so don't trust the accuracy), but didn't. I kept the translations up anyway.

姉 - elder sister

kutabare - drop dead

Longest chapter yet, around 970 words (not including author's notes). So I'm pretty pumped about that.

Sorry for the wait, I know the first few chapters were out really early on, but I didn't have enough time to properly write this. In truth, this was ready last night, I just didn't feel like posting it.

In all honesty, I don't know what I should have expected. Of course they'd need my help for handing a bunch of pompous figure skaters. But feeling defeated and embarrassed, I guess now I just wish that I could just disappear off the face of the planet Earth.

Perhaps I'm just pissed that I have to deal with the half-brained twit again, but honestly, I cannot stand most of the people here (that's a lie, but J.J. has to count for several people, he's just that obnoxious).

"Yuuri, get changed! We have to prepare for them all, they will be here any second!" Mari calls out to me, pounding on the bedroom door.

"Sister, um, I'm too sick!" I try to lie, adding a fake cough to really sell the deal. Not really in the mood, I lay down on my floor and just ignore her pounding for the few seconds before she starts screaming again.

"Quiet now, Yuuri, just get ready fast!" Mari demands, hitting my door even more urgently (and here I didn't even think that was even possible).

I stumble around my old room, all my childhood possessions still in place, except all my Victor posters, those were taken down forever ago.

After slipping on the crimson-colored, staff robe, I make sure that my contacts are still in place and hadn't fallen out again— one would be surprised to know how often that happens to me— and then I rushed out to find Mari, who happened to be lounging against my door frame.

"Took you long enough, Cinderella, your makeup took longer than expected!" She said mockingly, but not without warmth in her laughing voice. "I know seeing all your old skating rivals must suck, but you'll get through it. After all, you are a Katsuki!"

I only manage a half-hearted laugh, my smile not quite reaching my eyes. How can I manage to face my old competitors? New ones that have already surpassed my greatest accomplishments? How can I face my ex-fiancé?— no wait, scratch that, he can just drop dead for all I care. But the rest? How embarrassing, less than a year ago I had still been competing with them, albeit losing mostly, but still competing amongst them.

"All the athletes and their coaches will be waiting in the banquet hall for further details on the upcoming Grand Prix Series, then we'll be expected to show them to their rooms." Marie explained it as if I were a two year old, I knew I should be insulted at her patronizing tone, but I knew I deserved it.

Before walking into the banquet hall fully, I had already caught a glimpse of Victor's shortly-cropped, silver hair and my heart started to pound in happiness before I remembered why I hated him.

It's one thing to break up over text, but leaving your fiancé in the middle of the night with nothing but a short, vague note?

What a fucking asshole.

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My ears were being talked off. Yakov was lecturing Georgi, Mila, and Yurio, not only that, but there were reporters practically begging like peasants for my attention. Annoyed and bored, I finally turn to the swarm of media surrounding us and smile some-what-pleasantly before saying, "Come back later for an interview with the team, but now is not a good time." Of course, I meant none of that, but they start to frenzy over my little comment. Who even cares about this though? It's only a tiny meeting, nothing to get excited over.

Unless Yuuri's here, then it'd be a fantastic meeting!

"Vitya, are you even paying attention to what I was just saying?" Yakov demands, snapping my wavering thoughts back into focus.

"You were lectur- I mean, talking to me too?" I ask unsure, my shoulders rise and fall uncertainly, "Sorry, coach."

He rolls his eyes before continuing on in his lecture, this time I catch something about behavior and how our actions represent Russia as a whole. Whatever that means.

"Ladies and gentleman, the presentation will soon begin," one of the Grand Prix Officials announces. Mostly everyone in the room spoke English, but those who didn't had to rely on a translator.

They began to talk about technicalities and what-not, but what really got me going was my search for Yuuri. He has to be somewhere in the sea of hotel staff. Right? All of them were standing quietly off to the side, most wearing some weird, reddish robe thing. Personally, I think they should burn those horrible uniforms. But that's all I'm saying.

"Can you find Yuuri? I can't find him anywhere." I whisper into Georgi's ear, earning a pointed glare from Yakov. Without talking, he shrugs and shakes his head no. Of course, all the staff look the same, absolutely no identifiers. Who's idea was it to have everyone wear the same thing, with same posture, with the same bowed head position? I can't see any of their faces! I groan in annoyance, earning another glare from Yakov, but still I continue my search in finding my lost love.

"Finally, the Hotel owners, Toshiya and Hiroko Katsuki-san are here to help you to your rooms." The same boring presenter announces, after a good half-hour of talking, leaving the podium. Yuuri's parents bow to him before telling everyone how grateful they were to have us all staying here.

Right before we were to leave for our rooms, I watched all the staff members leave before finally catching a glimpse of my long lost love.

"Hey, you're not fat!" I accidentally shout, causing every head to turn my way. Everyone, the staff, all the skaters and coaches, and even the reporters— who were writing all of this 'dramatic' story down.

My face started burning bright red as I meet his questioning gaze, I can't believe I actually shouted that.

"Yeah, but by the looks of it, you're the one who got fat."

Ouch, that was unexpected.

Victor is not fat by the by, but he's also not in vigorous training anymore, so he's also not as fit as he was.

Yuuri will get back to his exotic dancing soon, so do not worry about that!

Thanks for reading!