Lucky. (Victuri/Victuuri)

Frenemy.

Chapter 1

Yuuri's P.O.V

I scramble to get out to the ice rink, putting on any clothes I can find, not bothering to eat anything. Grabbing my bag, I bolt to the door, "BYE MOM!" I don't bother telling her where I'm going, the only time I leave the house is to go to the rink. I dash to my favorite place-it's where I go whenever I feel anxious, worried, insecure or something else. Somehow, the ice is both my best friend and foe. It gives me comfort when there are tough times, when anxiety gets the best of me and feeds me thoughts of terror, discouragement, and loneliness. However, it also gives me anxiety when skating in a competition, setting my self-esteem to all time lows. I go to the front desk.

"Excuse me, Yuuko. Can I please skate?"

"Yuuri! We've known eachother for years, STOP BEING SO FORMAL ALL THE TIME!"

"O-oh, sorry."

"...and of course you can skate here. God, what am I going to do with you?"

I lace my skates and put on music. Gliding on the ice, my mind becomes empty as I move my body without thought. I don't know if it looks good and I, quite frankly, don't care. My body tells me to perform something and I respond. There are no worries. I become oblivious to my surroundings. There are no worries, my anxiety has tried taking over every aspect that I once loved, and has been successful, all except for skating. Thank god, I have no idea what I would do without it.

Yuuko's P.O.V

I clean up shop, almost ready to go home. My hand reaches to get my phone, but it's missing. I look frantically for it, creating a mass of destruction around me. My triplets come in from nowhere, holding my phone (what do you expect?). Eyes gazing at the wreckage I created, I swiftly steal my phone back and continue to clean. Minutes later, I grab the triplets' hands and yell, "YUURI, I'M LEAVING! PLEASE LOCK UP WHEN YOU GO." We walk home (it's not very far) and I try to check my phone, only to see that my children had drained the battery. I groan, annoyed, as I plugged the charger in. I leave it for about half an hour. Later, when I turn it on, I'm greeted to thousands of notifications. I look to see the source of the disturbance and I notice that a video posted on my youtube channel. I glance at the title. "Oh no."

Yuuri's P.O.V

I hear Yuuko yell that she's leaving and I decide to start to head out, also. After packing up, I walk home, leisurely. Strolling in the door, I see my Mom, obviously stressed about something.

"Mom-"

"Yuuri, I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I-no, we- can't afford for you to skate competitively anymore. After your Dad died, we weren't getting another income from his second job. And... you know, the hot springs resort isn't doing as well as we'd like. I'm so sorry, Yuuri. We just can't afford it anymore." My heart shatters. Tears roll down my face and I mumble between sobs, "I-it's f-fine, I'll get a j-job as soon as I c-can." My Mom puts me in her embrace for a few seconds before I ran out of the room, rushing to my bedroom. I collapse on my bed. My phone starts ringing off the hook, so I mute and shut it down. Still in hysterics, two sides of my brain are battling against eachother. It feels like there is a devil on my left shoulder and an angel on my right. One is telling me, "You were awful at skating, anyway. You would have done much better for everyone if you quit a long time ago." The other is much more supportive, "Skating is the only thing keeping you kind of happy. You need to keep at it." I think about what that side is saying for a second, but the other side is much louder and so much more persuasive. "You don't deserve to be happy." I only listen to that side of my mind.

"Ugly"

"Fat"

"Worthless"

"Nobody loves you"

"Better off dead."

"Faggot"

"Because of you, your Father is dead."

I cry. It's a silent cry. No one can hear, no one can know. If someone does find out, it's not like they would care anyway.

I'm pulled out of my pity party by Yuuko running into my room "YUURI, I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU NON-STOP. YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!" She shows me the video of myself skating. I'm horrified. "No. No. NononononononononononoNO. H-how did this get on the internet."

"The triplets, I'm so sorry," her voice becomes quiet, "Yuuri, I'm sorry, it's gone viral."

"WHAT?!"

"...Sorry, I'll leave you to think. You can delete it, it's your choice."

I prepare myself for the worst as I watch the video. But there was something I was more horrified about... the comments....