Rise To The Top (victuri)

A cold winter's night

Yuri's Pov:

Practice with Victor was going well, and I want to make this routine for Victor perfect. Even though he has played a couple of jumps and lifts I've struggled with I am 100% determined to get it right. Even though I was becoming pretty tired I kept my energy up so Victor wouldn't get suspicious of the extra practice I'd been doing without him.

I skated to the far side of the ring, waiting for the music to begin playing again. gracefully lifting my arm, following with my head as I begin to move, the sound of the ice below being scratched below me. Going into a spread eagle, victor copied the same movement a few metres behind me, before going into the first jump of the program a quadruple Lutz. Continuing on a step sequence with Victor followed, holding each other's hands tightly so we kept stability. The second jump approached which we had lowered to a Triple toe loop, as I haven't been able to land a quadruple flip the past few practices.

By now the effects of doing the routine for the 10th time today additional on top of the extra practice were starting to take effect. I was able to get through the combination spin and combinations jump, triple loop followed by triple flip. Into another lift with Victor before skating to the final combination jump, which for my luck was another quad. I managed to land the quadruple toe loop, but step out of and fell during the triple toe loop, the exhaustion fully taking a toll. I just stayed there laying on the ice gathering my breath back.

"Yuriiiii don't worry about that last fall, you've been working so hard lately. Why don't we finish up for today, Okay!" Victor skates over, holding a water bottle to hand over to me. Nodding as he lands a hand helping me back to my feet and skate over to the rink exit with Victor following behind me. "krasivaya zadnitsa" (translation 'nice ass').

"What was that Victor?" Spinning around with a confused expression, I hate it when he talks in Russian, I can never understand what he's saying since I haven't had time to learn the language yet.

"oh, nothing my little piggy". Placing a figure up in the air and giving a smug look. Rolling my eyes I turn back around to head for the bench, slipping my skate protectors on and heading to the changing room to get out of my training gear. I return to the front of the ring where I could see Victor already waiting for me out front.

"Ok let's head off" smiling at Victor as we enter the car and head back to the apartment.

"I was thinking of making pork cutlet bowls for dinner tonight, what do you say"

"You know how to make pork cutlet bowls?". Knowing whichever website he went filing through will never be as good as my mother's recipe.

"Yes of course!! Back in Japan, your mother gave me the recipe, therefore I can bring the exquisite dish with me wherever we adventure.

"Wait... seriously, she gave you the recipe but not even her son" My soul instantly being crushed by this new information.

"Why of course, we can't give you the recipe until you win gold!! Otherwise, what is the point in it being a treat" He said that is such delightment.

"Heh thanks, Victor" awkwardly laughing at the painfully stinging comment. Soon after we arrive back at our apartment, I pass through the kitchen heading towards my room. A nice warm shower was all that was occupying my mind at this current moment.

Victors Pov:

Yuri heading straight for his room the second I open the door. Since he would be occupied for 20 minutes at the least, I decided to start cooking up some food. In all honestly the main reason Hiroko lent me the recipe for her family's pork cutlet bowls is to in hope get Yuri to eat a decent meal. When something is on his mind he tends to opt out of the real world and stop looking after himself. Even though he may not have caught on yet I can tell he's anxious about something, and therefore has stopped eating as much and training more often without me. I'm getting worried he's overdoing it. The thoughts continuing to ponder in my head as I stand staring blankly into the fridge.

"Bark!" snapping out of my daze to see little Makkachin below my feet.

"Makkachinnn, dose somebody was some love and affection" patting the soft curls throughout his coat. I dig through the fridge to find a container full of doggy treats which I followed up by allowing Makka to have a few. And with achieving what desired trots back up to the couch to take a well earned nap, making me laugh a little, Makka always knows how to cheer me up in times of doubt.

"I'm out now Victor" Looking across the apartment to see Yuri walking back into the lounge.

"Is that..one of my hoodies?" focusing on the red and white Russian flag design. As well as the obvious fact it was clearly oversized on him.

"oh.. um.. well.. you see all my clothes are kind in the wash and I didn't think you would mind if I wore it. I'm so sorry I cant take it off it you want!" Yuri beginning to freak out at the situation. I just burst out with laughter gaining a very annoyed and confused look back from Yuri.

"No no my little piggy, it suit's you quite well actually" managing to pull myself to together. And relising a small blush had occuried across Yuri's cheeks.

"I-im gonna just watch a movie" managing to say through an akward laugh.

"Thats sounds great!! I wanna join to" jumping ontop of yuri who had made himself confy on the couch

"HEY! Victor get off your heavy" Yuri trying to use all his strenght to shove me of him. After a fee minutes of teasing him i sit up next to him and begin to flick through Netflix. "How about we whatch 'Home Alone' it is the christmas month' I could see a wide smile spreading across his face. Yuri had always loved christmas even though in Russia we dont largley celebrate it, I have started doing small things around the apartment to make Yuri feel a little closer to home for these event.

"Sounds like good choice Yuri" pulling a blanket up over myself.

"Also Victor"

"Yes"

"Something smells like its burning" Yuri point to the kitchen indicating the small amount of smoke arising from the oven.

"MY PORK CUTLET'S" jumping off the couch like  gynnastic and running towards the oven to salvage any of my third love in life. Yuri and Makka being top to of course.