Glitter & Gold - A Yuri On Ice Mafia AU

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Everyone knew that life was tough for omegas, even for those whose families were financially well-off, and were able to afford protection for their young omegas. As soon as omegas grew up and got married off as they were ready to be bred (no matter what the law of the country said), they struggled with unwanted attention from strangers, discrimination, dismissive or disgusted faces at job interviews, and tall medical bills. It was as though omegas were put on this earth to be miserable. At least, that's what Katsuki Yuuri thought. Because he was miserable.

His eyes dropped to the latest invoice from his doctor's office regarding his treatments. His suppressants were getting harder and harder to come by lately since he was on a prescription for the newest, strongest medication on the market. His last pills hadn't worked and his heat had been brought on anyway, despite his doctor's reassurances. It had been, well, embarrassing, to say the least.

Luckily, Yuuri lived with another omega called Phichit who understood exactly what an omega's heat was like and how to help Yuuri get through it without being claimed by an alpha. If Phichit hadn't have been there, then Yuuri would have probably been crawling the streets looking for someone, anyone, to knot him and make the aching, crawling desire inside him go away. The thought made him shudder even now as he continued to scan the letter in his hands.

$2374.20. How? How can I possibly come up with this kind of money again?

He screwed up the paper in his hands and threw it half-heartedly to one side before standing up and grabbing his laptop off the desk. He brought it back to his bed and fell down onto the hard mattress of the cheap bed. He checked the time - 16:58. The results of his latest college exam were supposed to go live in less than two minutes.

With trembling hands, Yuuri typed in the website for Wayne State University and logged in using his student ID. The website was struggling to load and Yuuri could imagine why. Everyone in his Biology class would be logging on now to check their results too, plus there were bound to be other classes whose results were being released now. His fingers tapped the plastic of his laptop's outer case a few times before the home page loaded, but the results weren't there yet.

"Damn it," Yuuri cussed under his breath as he saw that the clock still read 16:59.

He refreshed the browser and again there were no results. Yuuri lifted his shaking hands to his chest and tried to concentrate on taking deep breaths. His hand acted as a source of grounding as he could feel the way his heart pounded against it. Yuuri found it easier to visualize slowing it down and encouraging his panic attack to subside. It worked after a few more deep breaths and Yuuri exhaled long and slow as he raised a hand to tap the touchpad to move the mouse on his screen. He dragged his finger up to tap at the refresh button again just as the clock turned 17:00.

This was it. The page slowly loaded and the black text became visible on the screen. Yuuri's eyes scanned the words, barely taking them in at this point. That was when he finally found the result printed on his screen:

FAIL.

His heart began to race again. Every possible worry he'd had when getting his scholarship and moving to America had just been confirmed. Yuuri wasn't good enough to do this. He wasn't good enough to do anything. He was a failure in every sense of the word. This had been the biggest test at the end of the year and he'd not only done badly - he'd failed it.

Tears welled in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at the screen. What would his parents say if they saw this? What would the dean think? Would they still award him his scholarship for his second-year here? Surely, not now. Not when he'd have to re-sit the most important exam during the summer. That meant he'd need to find a way to pay for his tuition once September started. The tuition which cost a fortune - a fortune Yuuri didn't have. His parents couldn't supply him with any money either.