YUZURU HANYU: PHANTOM OF THE ICE

WISHING YOU WERE HERE AGAIN

October 04, 1995, SENDAI

Third Person's Point of View

A dark figure marched on the path to the Kuwashi's old residence, that was left intact after the family left for Tokyo.

Kuua, holding her belly with the one hand, was walking as fast as she could from the cold, towards the old house.

She stopped at the front door and simply starred at it, reminding herself of all the memories.

A sigh escaped her lips as she climbed up the front stairs, in front of the door.

She had gotten a note by Mira, that said she'd stay over to her friend's Aiko place, so she decided to do some digging into the story she left when the two sisters moved to Tokyo with her mom.

She took the old rusty key out of her pocket and put it in the keyhole. The sound it produced as it turned, could only mean it was the right one.

She stepped in the hallway with one more sigh, and her eyes lingered on every downtrodden furniture of the room.

She remembered everything.

She moved to the living room, and opened a dark ,wooden cupboard, from which fell a pile of photographs, she had seen before.

She smiled to herself bitterly and took the pics in her hands, looking through them with a faint smile playing on her lips.

But as she reached the last pic of the pile, her eyes lingered more on it.

She hadn't seen this one before.

It was her father.

But next to her father stood a boy, a boy that looked very malnourished and pale, and yet smiled to the camera.

The weirdest thing about that boy, though, was that he wore a mask...

Mira's Point of View

I woke up looking at unfamiliar sheets. My head almost forgot for a second, but once I heard the calm, stable breathing near me, everything got clear.

A smile lingered on my lips as I turned to my side, to find Yuzuru sleeping on a hoodie on the ground next to the bed.

He didn't have to sleep on the floor...

I yawned a little and placed my cold feet on the ground, standing up and looking around the room.

"You're up already."

His voice, raspy and sleepy, was so attractive, but I would never admit it.

I turned to face him with a smile once more. His hair was messy on top of his head, and his shirt was disheveled.

"Good morning, Yuzu." I said in a low voice and approached him, offering my hand to help him up.

"You didn't have to sleep on the floor, you know." I said in a joking manner, making Yuzuru laugh a little.

"Well still, I had to maintain the composure of a gentleman." He said as I helped him up.

As soon as he was standing straight in front of me, with our hands entwined and our gazes linked, I felt this huge wave of emotion between us, and it only made me smile more.

The affection in Yuzuru's cold and dark eyes was evident, evident and rare.

"I still have training, you know." I said jokingly, to break the tension between us. Yuzuru shook his head, as if he woke up from a dream and smiled.

"Right. I'll show you another passage, it leads to the control room." He said hurriedly, his hand letting go off mine.

The sudden loss of contact made my heart sink a little, but I shook the thought off and followed Yuzuru to the wall with the mirror, were he pressed down a button in the side of it.