Yuri!!! On Ice Oneshots

Beauty and the Piggy (Part 2)

If Victor was surprised at Yuuri's pig-like appearance, then he was frightened to death when he met Yuuri's servants. 

At first, Victor believed he was all alone in the room, so he stretched and sighed, then laid back on to the bed- his bed, for now. As he stared at the ceiling of his canopy bed, he started to think about what his new life might entail. Would this Yuuri be cruel and torturous to him? Or was that whole nervous act real? Would he see Yuuri every day? Or was that the last time he would see Yuuri for the rest of his life? Would he get to eat?

And, at that exact moment, his stomach began to growl. He sat up and started to stand up when a knock came to his door. But, when he opened it, there was no person there. Just a rolling cart with tea and finger foods ready to eat, and his stomach demanded he was to eat now or suffer for it. 

As he started to pour in some tea, he heard a giggle from somewhere in the room. He stopped and looked around the room, then under the cart. Where did it come from? He sighed and kept pouring, only to hear a young boy's voice say, "That tickles!"

Victor put the cup and teapot down, then put his hands on his hips, frustrated. "Alright, who said that? Come out, now!"

From the cart, the voice came again. "I'm sorry. It just tickled every time you poured it in." 

Victor turned to the cart and found the teacup he had been pouring tea into was now smiling and giggling at how Victor acted. Victor yelped in fright and scrambled away, hiding on the bed. The cup tilted its head (body?) at Victor's reaction.

"What's wrong? Is there a bug?" The teacup asked. Victor shook his head and spoke shakily.

"Y-y-you can... Talk?"

"Oh! Oops, forgot about that. Yurio and Phichit told me it probably was best not to speak, but I just couldn't help it with how that tea was tickling me!" The teacup giggled, then faced the door. "Come on, now, guys! He knows!"

The door slowly creaked open and a few trinkets entered the room. First came a candelabra, then a clock to follow suit. Then a feather duster, a coat rack, a harpsichord, and the teapot and wardrobe came alive. Victor's face became pale, and he nearly fainted until a small, brown footrest bounded in and jumped on to his lap. It barked, just like a dog.

"... A dog?" He asked.

"Yep. That's Makkachin, a sweetheart. She was cursed, unfortunately, along with us," answered the candelabra. "Oh! I should introduce myself. Phichit, castle maître'd at your service." He smiled kindly.

Victor nodded, shakily smiling back. "Victor... Nikiforov."

The clock huffed out a sighed and approached the bed. "Yuri, majordomo. Most everyone here calls me Yurio, but call me Yuri."

Victor smiled, then chuckled. "I think it's probably easier to call you Yurio, as to not confuse me." Yurio groaned. 

"Of course, old man."

Soon, Victor learned all the names; the feather duster was named Mari, the coat rack was Nishigori, the harpsichord was Minako, the teapot Hiroko, and the teacup was called Yuko.

"You can tell which teacup I am, because of my red handle!" Yuko showed off her handle, smiling proudly. Victor nodded and smiled kindly, greeting them all, when his stomach growled. He chuckled in embarassment, his cheeks turning red.

The teapot- Hiroko- pushed the plate of finger sandwiches to Victor and gave a kind nod. "I can make you some food and bring it up, sweetie."

"Thank you. Uh, but... If I may ask... Why can you all... talk? Or, you said you were cursed, right?" Victor asked.