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Katsu

I woke up with a loud groan, it was Saturday, that means I'm off to my dads for the weekend.

Why am I so displeased on seeing my dad? I can assure you, it's not my dad, but the whole image of my dad that I can stand.

Victor Nikiforov, worlds most amazing figure skater, teenage heart throb still. Like honestly my dad has broken more records then I've had naps... and I nap all the time!

Throwing my legs over the side of my bed I let out a long sigh. "Some on katsu, this is your dad" I mumbled to myself as I stood up and walked over to the mirror to look at what I had to work with today.

I wouldn't class myself as handsome like my dad, or cute like my mom. In fact I was nothing special. Yes, I'm not the worst guy out there but I certainly didn't do my parents genes proud.

My raven black hair was oily from me not bothering to shower, my skin was completely pale and tired looking, and don't get me started on my body.

I've been told that growing up my mom gained weight easily, he would eat one pork cutlet bowl and boom! He's gained 25 pounds!

Growing up I found out that my dad, no matter how much he ate gained it on as muscle mass, so even after not training for months he would still look like a god damn swim suit model.

Me? I'm none of those. In fact I find it very difficult to gain weight, and I have hardly any muscle mass.... at all.

This is where my dad's public image comes into place. When I was seven my mom and dad came clean about my existence and the next few years after that we're cameras and interviews and scandals that a thirteen year old couldn't handle.

I couldn't even go to practise without a hoard of cameras coming up to interview me.

I say a lot of people are probably asking themselves, "Oh are you an ice skater too? Carrying on your parents legacy?" Well the answer is no. I'm not.

I quit figure skating when I was thirteen. I was nowhere as good as my parents were and I was told by my coach that my childhood dream of going to the olympics, or the Grand Prix for Japan were completely diluted. So I did what every fourteen year old boy would do, give up.

I dragged my feet towards the bathroom and went to open up the door, only to see it was locked. I let out a loud groan in frustration. "Maya! Hurry up!" I groaned at my little sister.

Within the next ten minutes her head poked out. Her long silver hair damp from the shower. "What? I'm a woman, women need time to bathe!" She hissed making me cross my arms.

Oh? I haven't told you anything about her?

Well she is the product of my mom and my dad going to a reunion together and then my dad doing the hungover walk of shame from my moms bedroom the next morning.

I was only six at the time so that would make her eleven. Yeah I know right, eleven year old sisters.

"Katsu! Come down for breakfast first, let maya have the shower, she has longer hair than you!" I heard my mom call making me groan loudly and throw my head back.

"Fine but I'm not happy about it!" I complained as I made my way down the stairs towards my mom.

Mom was over at the stove. His black hair was tucked behind his ears as he concentrated on not messing up the pancakes he was trying to make. I smiled gently and walked over hugging him from behind like I always do. "Morning mom" I mumbled happily.

"Good morning my little piggy" he said back smiling happily as he rested his head slightly on the side of mine, his way of saying "I would hug you, but I'm trying to cook"

"Smells good" I complimented as I sat down at the table. Soon pancakes were out in front of me. My mom placed a small kiss on my head before scrunching his nose up. "Oh wow... you do need a shower"

My mom hasn't aged much from the Yuri katsuki you know and love. The only thing really that's changed is that he's gotten older, and shorter.

I am a whole head taller than my mom, I began getting taller than him when I was fifteen, but he reckons I won't grow much more now.

His black hair is identical to mine, minus the fact that I'm not starting to go grey at the roots and along the back of my ears.

He had small wrinkles forming along the corners of his eyes, but honestly that was it. My mom looks great honestly.

I then turned my attentions to the food to please my growling stomach. Digging into the soft syrupy goodness I let out a moan of delight. Moms pancakes are the best.

When my grandparents died my mom managed to get all of grandmas recipes, so now I don't have to miss their cooking...

Once finished I thanked my mom and kissed he top of his head before passing by the bow dressed Maya and went up to enjoy a nice long shower before meeting dad.

Let's just hope he's normal today...

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HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ITS THE SEQUEL!!!!!!!!

I'm really excited to start writing this book again. Honestly I've missed writing. I have a lot of thoughts for this book and I'm eager to get it started so yeah!

Thank you all

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