Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Naze

Yuri Katsuki

In the past four years figure skating has become the favourite form of entertainement for vampires. They love the cold, and they love beauty; the two things that figure skating embodies. It's a good thing that is the sport I decided to pick up.

Its all thanks to Victor Nikiforov really.

Victor that for the first time ever, is on the panel of judges for the human Grand Prix, he's sitting there with a finger placed over his lips, an expression I've come to associate with focus, he's focusing on me as I preform on the ice. I have to preform well for him. Although I know I'm definetely not the most perfect and beautiful man in the competition I want Victor to think I am, it's a wild dream, but I can still try. I want him to remember me.

My rutine is coming to a close and his eyes haven't been off me once. I have many reasons to be competing but one of the largest ones is so I can impress him.

The vampire that got me this far. Without even knowing it himself.

I end the rutine and the crowd is worryingly quiet. Maybe I didn't do very well. It wouldn't be a surprise. I don't have a permanent coach afterall. I can't afford one. And although I tried hard, I know I could have done better.

Then the clapping of one person breaks the impending scilence. I crane my neck around to see that it's not a person. It's Victor; the most glorious vampire of them all.

My heart leaps a little before everybody else joins in with him. The audience is going crazy, I can hear my name, I can hear whistles, I can hear claps. But they aren't important. That smile on Victor's face is.

I bow and glide off the rink. Rather pleased with myself. Not because of the roaring crowd but because of that one smile, the smile I will immortalise in my mind.

Speaking of crouds, The second I'm off the rink a mob of vip vampires flock around me. Asking for autographs and blood. Always blood. I'm famous in the world of human skating, I'm famous under the name 'Twelve'. I'm the contender that every vampire wants to taste.

"Hey twelve!" I turn to the sound of my nickname and meet green eyes through the crowd. I push through the fangirls. And boys. and face Chris.

"How are you Chris? Or should I say Coach Christophe Giacometti?" I've known Chris for a few years now, it's true that he is fairly perverted but in all honesty. He's not too bad of a guy. He always has some good advice for me. He's also the closest thing I have to a coach and friend in this field. I know no other skaters.

"Oh it's only for this competition. It was a special request from Emperor Yakov so I had no choice" the influence the Emperor has on vampires really fascinates me. They do whatever he says, even if it's suicide. I've heard stories. I've also heard that he used to be Victor's mentor, in skating and In life. I don't know what happened after, why they seperated, and how he not only became Emperor of Russia but also came to sit on the UN board of Vampires. That's and incredibly high profile and exclusive position.

"Oh you better go see your results Yuri" the man winks, hits me hard on the back and walks off smiling. He's so strange. Stranger than usual vampires. Chris is aroused by practically anything and he'll take any oportunity to be naked. But I still consider the guy a trusted friend.

I slug to the kiss and cry section and sit in wait for my number, I'm pretty much the only skater who has to sit alone, nobody to cry with, and nobody to kiss. That's acctually my life in a nutshell. Sadly.

"Yuri Katsuki has the free skate score of 160.7! Currently placing him third with a total score of 245.9!" I sigh as I sit there, alone and displeased. I could have done better. Alot better. Is it the components? Is it the music? Is it me?... am I not inspired? Or maybe I'm just not that good; which would be bad for Japan because I'm their best skater.

"Good job twelve" once I'm 'backstage' as I like to call it I bump into Chris yet again.

"No it wasn't. And try not to call me by my index number" among humans there is a blood quality index, ranging from 0 to 12. Since I'm one of about the only thirty people in the world with a twelve score, its become my label. That's what I'm famous for, why my nickname is Twelve. Way to often, I think that I just look like a blood bag to Vampires, like to them I'm not Yuri, I'm food.

It's a blessing and a curse.

If money gets really bad I can sell myself for an incredible amount of cash. I had to do it once and I hope I'll never have to do it again. Also, I'm passed being modest; I know vampires will do anything for my blood. Anything. I could create my own empire if I rationed out my blood, all the vampires would kneel before me. But I'm selfish with my blood.

The reality is that I can't get them off my back. Almost every conversation i have with a vampire includes my blood. They say it smells euphoric, apparently it's aroma is  irrisistably sweet. I'm used to it now but it's really getting old.

"Oh, look at the scores" Chris points behind me and I turn to see them all on a screen. I only scraped fourth by 0.3 points. 0.3 measly points.

This is only the first round of the Grand Prix.

Authors notes: Chris is going to be nice in this since I disgraced him so much in my one shot. And I do acctually like him alot after ep 10.

Incase you were wondering, Naze means Why in Japanese; some of these titles are going to be in Japanese just to make things interesting.