Cheering.
Thats all that filled his ears. But somewhere deeper, deeper deeper, into the dears of his mind he could only hear on thing.
Lies.
Right, Victor had lied to him. Used him. It took his very heart and soul to get his body to cooperate with him. Something boiled in him, festered and threatened to stay. That was it, right.
Hatred.
He hated Victor, his body screamed it at every turn on the ice and his face echoed it across the rink. He hated Victor. With his soul and being, and there, in the middle of rink with only his skates and his body to keep him still he felt hatred for the first time in his life.
Getting off the ice every lie, every false compliment hit him again and again. He had been so naive. So gullible to everything his idol had to say about him. He changed for Victor, he thrived for Victor, and now getting off the rink he'd burn for Victor. Victor had taught him one thing through his coaching, if you want something you need deceit, lies, after all that was how the world was. Victor had taught him that much and he was going to follow it.
Show them what he taught you.
He did, his routine was cruel, sadistic and twisted. Every turn was harsh and every spin and jump was complicated. He'd show them what his coach had taught him. He let his body do the talking. This routine was nothing like the one Victor had given him. The one he had given him was more simple, to show off his true self. This was who he was now, this was who Victor showed him to be.
You like it.
He did, he adored it. The rush of power he felt as he saw his name appear on the screen. Yuuri Katsuki, 1st place, and Yuri Plistesky, 2nd place. There was only room for one Yuri on the rink, and that was Yuuri.
Show them the new you.
He did, he went back on that rink and bowed down to get his medal. When the cameras started flashing and the paparazzi called for his attention, he smirked and kissed his medal. Like his idol did before him.
Show Victor the new you, he'll adore it.
He did, when he stepped out of the changing room and the cameras flashed and people called for his attention he smirked and put his hand on his hip. The crowd went crazy, this was the first time he'd shown them this and it wouldn't be the last. He'd keep the real Yuuri locked inside and only let him out when he needed him. This was the new Yuuri now, and he was here to stay. One question that caught his attention made his smirk grow.
"Who do we owe for this change Yuuri?"
He smiled and raised his hand at his mentor, his coach, his tormentor and smiled sweetly. "To my coach, Victor Nikiforov."
This is what he wanted.
AN: me on the outside: (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) vs. me on the inside: ╭( ๐_๐)╮(ಥ_ಥ)
tumblr post that inspired me:
http://zizzani.tumblr.com/post/152089682680/thoughts-viktor-nikiforov
I don't want these rumours to be true but then again I have a uncontrollable CRAVING FOR THEM TO BE TRUE.
