This chapter is utter shit. It's late. It's sloppily written. And I have no idea where this story is going. If anyone has any ideas please contact me, any suggestion would be a blessing to have!

Sorry for the delay, and please excuse this utter mess of a fanfic.

Yuuri

After Mari barged into my room— and gave me a near heart attack— I found my inner peace with cleaning up the dining area. All around me were quiet conversations and overall tranquility, our regular customers were somehow putting up with the flamboyant International guests. But as soon as I got use to the peacefulness, the entrance door slams open, all at once the secluded mood is ruined and out comes some obnoxious guest. While this happens though, with my back to the guest, I continue scrubbing the tables, paying no mind to the exasperating entrance. Surely if I ignore it, it'll go away...

"Yuuri, I'm your biggest fan!" I hear the same guest scream from behind my back. "Come back to ice skating! I miss seeing your tight, sexy ass shimmy across the ice!"

Everyone turns to look at the perverted, screaming fan and me as I slowly try to continue ignoring him. I swear to God though, this is the way I'm going to die— from pure embarrassment. My face slowly burns a peach-pink and my hands start trembling from humiliation as I continue wiping down the tables. Honest to God, this cannot possibly be happening right now, at least not in front of everyone...

"Your buttocks is the cure for cancer!"

Continue scrubbing, ignore this… this maniac!

"Your smooth, fleshy cheeks give me—"

Will this torture stop? Will this madness stay away from my home? From my family?

"Your face too! Mmh, delicious like katsudon!"

Suddenly though, my mind draws a blank. Did he mention… no, wait...

"Everything about you is perfect! I miss seeing your beauty everyday like I did back in Detroit. Good times," the pervert continues rambling on, only then do I realize it's Phichit— who's purposefully embarrassing me like the sadist he is.

"Oh my God," I nearly yell as I spin around. "Why would you—"

"Because I love you and wanted to see your reaction," he laughs, "Ignoring my catcalls probably wasn't the best thing to do though, real perverts feed off of that."

"Maybe, but that was just so... gross!" By now most of the competitors and their coaches wandered in to see Phichit near-molest me with his words. Still though, my face is bright pink as he continues dancing around me.

"Awe, little Yuuri's embarrassed," he giggles. "It's as if you don't know that you're so arousing!" He winks jovially, meaning nothing of the comment, but I hear a few people mutter counter-arguments in the background.

"Phichit!" I yell, a scandalized expression takes over my face. I swear, he's gonna be the death of me...

"...!" In the background Chris yells something—most likely profane— as Victor slaps his hand over his mouth.

Ignoring the Switz hoot and holler, Phichit looks at me with a giddy tint to his eyes, as if he knows something I don't. "Well, babe, how about we get some cake and ditch this joint," Phichit offers, winking yet again. This time though, he leaves out the rather seductive voice.

"I can't just leave, Phichit," I say giggling, "If you want cake though, I can probably get some out for you."

He swoons, placing two hands over his heart, "Yuuri, my love, I would owe you my life—"

"Phichit—"

"Baby—"

"I'll just get you some—"

Cia-Cio finally cuts in, rushing to Phichit's side, "No sweets on competition day! Though it's nice to see you, Yuuri, looking good." His frantic— almost fatherly— expression breaks out into a smile before dragging Phichit away, all the while Phichit is screaming, "No, my lover! My cake!"

I laugh as he is slowly removed from the room, the quietness falls again as the shortly-lived scene comes to a close.

Victor

The air ventilation vents whirl above me, clanking and clunking obnoxiously, disrupting my sour-puss sulking and forcing me to actually try to listen to the scene unfold before me. Yuuri's friend, a young, Thai skater named Phichit, dances behind Yuuri, making odd faces, as if taunting the poor Katsuki. Yuuri whirls around and laughs before I catch any of the conversation, though Chris does start saying something about last night, about Yuuri's profession, so I slap him. Shortly after, we finish breakfast and are walking away, my mind still running on reply of my blurry memories from the night before.

"Chris, we have to tell someone about Yuuri's slut-fest," I announce unexpectedly, my mind twisting and choking in on terribly erotic memories from the night before. "He's gonna get himself hurt!"

Stopping in his tracks, Chris turns to me with a look on his face that implies that I'm crazy.
"You wouldn't care if it were anyone else, you just feel guilty..." Chris mutters, mildly annoyed. "Plus, I strip on occasion and I'm perfectly fine!"

"But that's different! This is sweet Yuuri we're talking about... Would he be doing this if I hadn't left him?"

"Admittedly, no. You two would most likely be married with kids by now..."

"Exactly! So it is my fault!"

Chris rolls his eyes, and looks at me attentively, "Victor, you can't blame everything on yourself. Yuuri most likely also has reasons for pole dancing that do not involve you..."

Giving a dramatic sigh, I look up at the ceiling in despair. Surely this is my fault though, I shouldn't have left him...

"What's this I hear of a slut-fest? About pole dancing?" An angry voice demands from behind us. "You better not be talking about my baby brother!"

In that moment, I swear the Devil himself sent his spawn to murder me in the form of this small, Japanese woman.

sorry again