A Viktor's prize

Prologue - A drunk game of candy crush

HIIIIII! Back at it again with a new fanfiction for the new year! *^* This one is dedicated to another of my fandoms, YURI ON ICE!!! xD Please like and/or comment if you enjoyed c: I've also added a little fun in this chapter, see if you can spot the anime within the anime c;

It was a privilege – to be given permission to have so many conditions in Yuuri's line of work. However, it was a leisure for him to be able to choose which to follow – a luxury he could afford in the run-down club hidden in the maze of alleyways connecting the child friendly world to the world ruled entirely by man's sexual fantasies.

In hindsight Yuuri could have easily submitted an application to whatever the Japanese equivalent of the USA's red and yellow fast food patriot was.

His college degree – a combination of Arts and Business – practically guaranteed him a promotion into a managerial position over the 19 and 20-year old's working to pay off their crippling debt of at least 180,000 ¥.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought it over, the tempting call of fluorescent lights and oil soaked foods enticed his salivary glands causing him to slip into a food-induced daze.

Had this not been real life, Katsuki Yuuri could have sworn that phantom images of said food haunted his line of sight with their chemically enhanced colours and non-existent scents.

There were many words to describe Yuuri's appetite.

Hiroko Katsuki, his mother and co-owner of their family's hot spring in Haesetsu insisted that he had a healthy appetite, gushing boastfully to other mothers how compliant little Yuuri had been when it had come to his food.

Toshiya Katsuki, his father and owner of the family business would say that his son had a bad habit of over indulging himself before laughing a he mentioned how much Yuuri took after his mother in that way.

Mari Katsuki, his older sister took her role as an oldest sibling seriously and with accordance to the unspoken duties of the eldest child she teased his pudgy belly and soft hips whenever the opportunity happened to arise. Said opportunities often appeared during dinner time, his chubby curves peeking shyly out from underneath his sweater as he polished off a second helping of Katsudon with a grateful "Itadakimasu!"

'Fat" was taboo at the Katsuki household.

Yes, Yuuri was always 'chubby' or 'over-indulging' or even 'curvy' but never fat – not with his anxiety and absence of self-confidence.

And he wasn't fat – at least that's what Yuuri convinced himself while standing in front of a full body length mirror, fingers twitching nervously at the hem of his shirt – struggling with the idea of exposing himself in such an intimate and vulnerable manner.

He gained weight easily – was the best way to put it – so he ignored the call of his name by the comically animated fries and burgers hanging around his head like some sort of food angel's halo.

~ two weeks earlier ~

Yuuri could understand the need for drinks on such a day.

The insistent ticking of the clock reminded him that it was in fact still day out, despite the absence of a sun in favour for the heavy accumulation of snow clouds blanketing the sky and its brightest star. .

To say it was cold would be the norm.

It was a goose bump bringing, teeth chattering, shiver causing kind of day.

So, when his best friend had greeted him at the door of his single bedroomed unit – fit for a bachelor and his two guinea pigs aptly named Katsuki and Chaumont - with a bottle of cheap red wine Yuuri couldn't say no.