Hi guys! I'm back I'm not dead. I just had some bad things happen and needed a break is all. Anyway here's chapter 10.


Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

Yuuri lets out a groan as the annoying ringtone fills his bedroom. He lethargically sticks out his hand and aimlessly tries to find his cell phone without moving his face from his pillow, only to let out a whine when he realizes he needs to use his eyes. Cursing in Japanese, Yuuri growls as he untangles himself from his blanket and rubs his eyes. He whines when he realizes he had slept with his contacts on again. With a huff, he quickly walks to his bathroom and takes out the damn things. He sighs as he then puts them away in their case and picks up his old pair of blue glasses that were conveniently on the bathroom sink. He shakes his head as he hears the annoying ringtone die out, signally that the caller ended the call.

As Yuuri tentatively puts on the glasses, his eye begin to blink rapidly trying to get used of the glasses. Once his eyes adjusted, he turns off the lights in the bathroom and walks back to his room, growling as his phone goes off once more.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

" I'm going to kill Phichit for making Spice Girls his damn ringtone." Yuuri mutters to himself as he then sets about trying to find his phone.

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)

I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends

(Gotta get with my friends)

Make it last forever, friendship never ends

If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give

Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is

"Where the hell is this damn phone?!" Yuuri yells as he frantically searches his room for the offending object, a dull pain slowly forming within his head.

"Ugh, now I have a headache. Great." Yuuri grits his teeth as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The dull pain in his head rapidly spreads as the phone continues to play " WannaBe" . Yuuri looks up at his ceiling and prays, he prays that the higher beings above would take pity on him just once in his life. He lets out a small squeal of delight when he spots the offending object under his bed.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST FRIEND!" Phichit yells on the other line.

" Phichit do you any idea what time it is? It's freakin 7 am in the morning, you couldn't wait until later?" Yuuri bites out as he massages his temple.

"But it's my best friends birthday, why shouldn't I be excited?" Phichit whines into the phone.

A soft chuckle escapes from Yuuri as he gently shakes his head, his black hair falling into place.

"Yuuri?"

"Thanks Phichit." Yuuri says in a small voice.

The Thailander lets out a small laugh, knowing that despite how mad Yurri can get he was a softy in the inside.

"So birthday boy, did you get my package?" Phichit mischievously asked, a shit eating grin formed on his face when he heard Yuuri let out a flustered whine, deeply scarred from his so called "birthday gift".

"Why would you think it would be okay to send me a dildo for my birthday?!" Yuuri squealed, clearly mortified as a bright red blush spread throughout his face.

When he first received the package, he was happy considering it was a gift from his best friend, but that happiness was short lived when he came face to face with a gold dildo. A gold dildo that apparently vibrated, and what made it even worse was the fact it was engraved. The bastard had the audacity to name the dildo "Victor" and even left a short message saying: We both know you would be the bottom of the relationship, start practicing with Victor. With love, Phichit.

It was all too much for the young Japanese man, because as soon as he finished reading the message he quickly stuffed the dildo back in its box and buried it deep in his closet. Yuuri has yet to set one foot in that closet since that day.

" W-why would y-you engrave it and w-what do you mean I-I would be the b-bottom?!" Yuuri stuttered as his face began to heat even more as Phichits laughter resonated in his ear.

"The fact that you are even this flustered talking about a dildo proves you're meant to be the bottom." Phichit smugly replies.

" T- That doesn't prove anything. Just because I'm stuttering about a-a dil-dil…" Yuuri sputters, ears becoming increasingly red as he tries his hardest to say the dirty word dildo.

"Dildo. D-I-L-D-O. Dildo, as in a pleasure toy used for everything, including an-"

"Shut up! Not another word Phichit!" Yuuri squeals as he reaches a new height of fluster, his neck now the same shade of red as his face and ears.

Silence fell between the two as Yuuri tried to calm down enough for his blush to disappear. After a few minutes of silence, Phichit was the first one to break it.

"So is that a no about using Victor?" Phichit asks facetiously, not bothering to hide his laughter as Yuuri lets out a heated huff and hangs up on the thai man.

A growl of agitation leaves Yuuri's throat as he throws his cell phone on his bed, making sure to put it on silent. A childish smirk appears on his face when his cell phone lights up signaling that Phichit was calling again. Yuuri blows a raspberry at the phone as he then makes his way to his kitchen, proud of his childish antics.

The small victory was short lived however when he looked at the small clock on the kitchen counter. It was only 7:45 am which meant he would have to see Victor in 1 hour and 55 minutes. He had only 1 hour and 55 minutes to lick his wounds and pretend that nothing was bothering him. If Victor wasn't going to talk about it neither would he. A dull ache grew in Yuuri's chest as he went about making his and Victors supposed breakfast, which ended up being pancakes with eggs and bacon.


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