Join Me In Hell

Where Fools Rush In

That day.

The day that changed everything.

Something happened that he would remember for the rest of his life.

It was the day he decided that whatever power that may or may not exist, whatever may or may not be watching over the idiots that inhabited this world, it was certainly taking great joy in screwing with his life.

Why did it seem that the very moment things were going along smoothly, when he was beginning to feel comfortable and secure in his surroundings-- that was the exact moment the floor would collapse beneath him. This was an unending cycle he'd experienced since he first began to remember things, a child far too young to understand how cruel and unfair life cold be. Perhaps he was taught this lesson far too early as well.

There are things a child should not be concerned with.

The first years of Yuuri Katsuki's life were pleasant, happy. He remembered feeling safe and loved. Back then he had no idea what his father did to make the money necessary for them to continue on in their lifestyle, it was of no concern. His mother was there to feed him, bathe and dress him and make him smile. During those days she was his world. There was also his sister who often helped in the care and feeding of young Yuuri. His father was different, his love not so outward, his smiles much rarer.

He was young when his mother and sister were no longer there. Too young to fully understand why they would simply leave him alone with a father who seemed eager to blame Yuuri for their absence. The man began to lose himself to drinking. Drinking brought out the anger and that was brought down upon a boy who did not know why his life had altered so much so fast. Why his place of love and happiness and safety made him feel alone and frightened.

Celestino Cialdani, the man his father worked for showed up one night after his father had drank even more than his usual overindulgence in various types of liquors , shouting at his father and accusing him of being a weak fool who was embarrassing the family. Being a frightened child at the time Yuuri saw only someone who was hurting his father. He remembered being in tears as the stranger grabbed his thin and bruised form, intent on removing him from the only home had known. For all he understood at the time, all families were like his, all fathers got angry and hit their children.

That was the night Yuuri was taken from his home, fighting and screaming, by that angry man, the man who told Yuuri a boy with his looks was being wasted here. He would show Yuuri how to make the world fall to its knees at his feet, to make men desperate for him. He would learn to use and no longer be used.

That wasn't exactly what happened. Even now Yuuri was being used. He was a tool others used to get what they wanted. But Yuuri had learned. The scared little boy was now the most famous dancer in all the clubs, the highest paid and most sought after dancer and model whose image graced all the finest magazines and all across the internet. He had countless followers in reality and on social media. But that was only part of who Yuuri Katsuki had become.

The other side very few were aware of. For most who discovered his secret didn't live long enough to tell.

If nothing else, life had taught Yuuri how to survive.

He arrived at Celestino's office at an hour he deemed too damn early even if it was nearly 1 in the afternoon. Heavy shades generally kept the light from invading his apartment after returning home from work, now he was being forced out into the too bright day to meet the car sent to pick him up. Shades helped a little but his head still throbbed in protest. He hadn't gotten in until 3 that morning, his duties at the club kept him far later than he intended and being woken up not long after he'd finally managed to find sleep made him more than a little cranky. He knew he couldn't refuse Celestino, he owed the man far too much and he insisted this was important. Last night's messy business had been cleaned up, all had gone very well so Yuuri doubted he would be scolded. He rarely made mistakes these days, practice, hard work and experience made him what he was today.