Svetlana Pov
My brother, who always surprised his audiences, somehow managed to surprise me. With nothing but a simple scribbled note to me as an explanation, he packed up and left in search of of Yuuri Katsuki in Japan. Yes he was an impulsive idiot, but I didn't think that he would simply leave without first consulting the other 90% of his self-control and reasoning. I sighed as I dumped my hockey skates on the floor of my small hotel room.
"Viktor you idiot!" I muttered. My suitcases and bags were packed. I was following my brother to Japan and I would make sure that he didn't completely ruin his life. Yes I was overprotective, but what else was I to do? I was younger than Viktor by two years, but I felt like he was my younger brother. All my life I had watched him, analyzing him. To his fans he was cool and perfect, but to me he was the idiot he had always been. And I was going to follow him into whatever mess he had worked himself into.
I found myself at a small bathhouse in Hasetsu, staring down at the woman who welcomed me.
"Svetlana Nikiforov," she said shortly. "I have a room here?" The woman smiled at me.
"Ah yes, we have your room Miss Nikiforov," she answered. I smiled tightly.
"Do you by any chance have another Nikiforov here?" I asked. "My brother Viktor..." The woman smiled.
"Are you here to see him?" I smiled again.
"Yes," I answered. "He may or may not have left Russia without telling me..." The woman smiled.
"Of course," she answered. Then her eyes widened.
"Oh, you're Viktor Nikiforov's sister?" she asked. I blew a long strand of silver blonde hair out of my face.
"Yes," I answered. The woman smiled kindly.
"He's skating with my son right now. Would you like something to eat while you wait?" I let out a long breath.
"Sure," I answered. "Just let me put up my bags."
When I returned to the woman who had met me, I found her talking to her son.
"We went to the Ninja Castle, and he seemed interested! I can't believe that Viktor Nikiforov is going to be my coach!"
"That's nice," the woman said. I looked up at the boy. So this was the famous Yuri Katsuki. He wasn't particularly bad looking, though there was no doubt that my idiotic brother had already called him a pig or something just as bad.
"Is Viktor here?" I asked the boy. He looked up at me with surprise.
"Who are you?" Apparently my darling brother hadn't seen fit to mention me.
"Svetlana Nikiforov," I introduced. Yuuri seemed stunned.
"Are you Viktor's wife?" he asked. I stared at him.
"Wife?"
"Yes?"
"No! I'm his sister!" Your seemed surprised.
"You're Viktor's-"
"Svetlana?" Viktor stood behind Yuuri, staring at me. "What are you doing here?"
A/N: I was inspired at 10:00 to write this...halfway thorough I slipped back into 3rd person, but I tried to fix all my mistakes. Sorry about the shortness
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His sister, the shipper
Fiksi PenggemarAfter Viktor Nikiforov moves to Japan to become Yuri Katsuki's coach, his sister Svetlana secretly follows him. Although she has never skated in competitions, Svetlana is an accomplished figure skater and ice hockey player. When she sees her brother...