Viktor rubs his temples, his eyes closing and his head falling down to the table underneath him as he listens to yet another song for his next season. For some reason, nothing seemed to speak to him...
Every song he would listen to just didn't shout... him. He could see how it would work on the ice but... he just... couldn't. He was supposed to surprise. He was supposed to show the world the absolute best show they had ever seen... yet...
He just... couldn't.
This song had to be the millionth one he had listened to at this point. It's beat was amazing and the tempo was fast... perfect for a good performance but... it was missing something.
And he had no idea what!
With an exasperated sigh Viktor reaches over and presses pause on his phone screen, the music that had poured into his mind suddenly stopping. However... something else took it's place.
Viktor falls silent, his groans of exasperation falling short as he took a moment to admire his soulmate's attempt at blocking out his music.
To say they had different tastes was an understatement. Considering that the language spoken in their music was one that Viktor himself did not speak, he assumed his precious soulmate lived somewhere far away. From the sounds of the language probably China... or japan... he wasn't very good at languages.
Thankfully, a few minutes after his music shuts off his soulmate's does as well. He wouldn't have to listen to jibberish for hours like he had to some days.
With a sigh Viktor stood, looking around his house before pulling out his earbuds and walking to the kitchen. The living room was horrendous, the kitchen was even worse. As he had been trying to find music for his next season the past few days, he hadn't had much time to clean.
Clothes and blankets littered the living room, makkachin sitting on top of the couch. The dog didn't even look up at his owner's distress, they had been through this before. It was as if the dog could tell that Viktor needed to be left alone at this point.
Viktor padded into the kitchen, his bare feet making small noises as they hit the wooden floor of the living room. He has to walk weirdly to avoid the objects laying around, but eventually he makes it to the kitchen. Around him, the counters were stacked high with dirty dishes and even bags he had left out from his trip to the grocery store the day before.
"I really need a maid..." Viktor mutters as he runs his hand through his hair, walking to the refrigerator and opening it gently. One glance inside showed him that he hadn't been very successful at his grocery trip, as he only had milk and oranges inside...
He reaches in and pulls out an orange, turning from the refrigerator and starting to peel the skin. His eyes trail over the mess of a kitchen he had and he frowns. He really needed to clean... and he really didn't have anything else to do in order to put it off any longer.
So, without even finishing his orange Viktor gets to work.
One thing about him was, when he put his mind to something the Russian male usually got it done... very quickly.
As though he had the help of ten men Viktor quickly cleans out the kitchen, washing the dishes and putting them away, pulling out everything in the bags and purring them in their places, and, finally, wiping off the counters.
In his rush Makkachin walks into the kitchen, sitting in front of her bowl and looking up at Viktor with a look they both knew all too well.
Although it takes Viktor a moment, he looks down at his dog before chuckling. "Aw is someone hungry?"
Makkachin's tail wags excitedly, a bark echoing through the house. Viktor smirks and opens a cabinet, pulling out his poodles food.
"Well... I guess someone deserves to eat..." He trails off as he pours Makkachin food, the dog instantly diving in and starting to feast on the small bites.
With a smile Viktor stands and puts the food away, continuing on his mission to clean his house.
He had just finished cleaning up his living room when his phone suddenly went off, the vibration a short but strong one. Not a message from anyone... but a notification from one of his social media's... weird...
Viktor gives his phone a weird glance before bending down and picking the small device up, the cold metal shocking his hands and sending a small shiver down his spine. It was always so cold...
'Yuuri Katsuki attempts Viktor...' The notification shows a link with a title, unfortunately the title cuts off halfway through. With furrowed brows Viktor goes to open his phone, only to get a call from his coach.
Viktor himself jumps at the strong vibrations from the phone.
"What the..." He mutters softly before answering the phone, purring the phone to his ear only to wince and pull it away.
"CAN YOU BELIEVE HIM! THE NERVE OF THAT BOY!" The man on the other end of the line shouts, obviously fuming. Viktor frowns and rubs his ear before turning the phone to speaker phone, utterly confused at the coaches anger.
"Believe who? Coach calm down, what happened?" He asks calmly, sitting down at his small dining table. Talks like this with his coach tended to last a loooong time.
"Are you telling me you haven't seen it yet! The world is obsessing about it! The kid- Viktor he was mocking you!" The male boomed, a huff following his statement. Viktor himself frowns, sending a confused look at his phone, hoping that his coach could sense it through the screen.
"Obsessing about it? Mocking me? Coach what is going on?"
"What's going on! Check any form of social media Nikiforov! It won't take long for you to see something!" He shouts, suddenly and curtly hanging up the phone. Viktor was left confused, the silver-haired male frozen to his spot at the table. What?
As the beep of the ended call echoes through the room Viktor tilts his phone and takes a good look at the screen. Notifications were fighting over each other, hoping to be seen by Viktor. Twitter... instagram... Facebook... Snapchat... everything was blowing up right under his nose.
"What the..."
Viktor clicks on one, opening up to a fan page. The exact post was of a gif, Viktor tagged multiple times by hundreds of people. The gif was a very familiar move... one he had done a million times... but...
It wasn't him...
The man on the screen was one Viktor instantly recognized...
"I can't believe it guys! Yuuri actually did it! He pulled off Viktor Nikiforov's signature move! Look at the dedication! And the performance as a whole, AMAZING!"
Viktor's blood ran cold...
Here Yuuri was... performing his - Viktor's - signature move PERFECTLY... when he had been sent home in six place the season before...
He had to see this...
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A Song Of Love| | Viktuuri
Fanfiction| He was tired. It was late. His feet were already bleeding. Yuuri wanted to stop. He wanted to stand up and walk away from the ice. He wanted to go home and sleep for hours. He wanted to rest but he had failed. He had fallen. He still couldn't make...
