Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Kyo

Victor Nikiforov

"Mr Nikiforov! How are you finding judgeing?"

I look down at the scrawny over exited reporter before me. He's shoving a microphone in my face as several cameras film next to him.

"Very satisfactory" I nod and smile placidly; as I always do when I'm not bothered.

"Have any skaters caught your eye?" Immediately I think of the Japanese man; Katsuki Yuri. Although his rutine needed alot of polishing it had a unique beauty to it. As if his body was creating music. I won't forget his performance, it moved me in a way that I've never been moved before. It had so much story, so many secrets I'm dying to discover.

"I believe Pichit and Yuri have a lot of promise" behind the interviewer I notice Yuri is on the TV that I'm not on. I can't hear what he's saying very well but I can see he's a very reserved person. What really calls my attention is a small detail, Yuris arms are crossed but the hand that's showing less is trembling.

What is he worried about? He's scraped the first round.

The easiest round.

Now I understand, he's worried he won't be able to progress very far. I'm worried he won't progress very far. I need to see him skate again.

"Mr Nikiforov?" My head snaps back to the interviewer, I had completely forgotten he was there.

"I'm sorry what was that?"

"You, Christopher and Jean were the medal winners of the vampire grand prix; you and Chris are here but do you know anything about him?"

"Don't know don't care" I state with an irritated undertone. I don't like to think about 'King JJ' as he loves to call himself. He's a spiteful and egotistical man. I despise him.

"Excuse me" I smile politely and escape the cameras. I don't know how long I'd be able to put up my on screen smile; my mind is too occupied with hating JJ and worrying about Yuri.

I push through the double doors at the east of the hall and find myself in the communal locker room. To my advantage, nobody seems to be here. They all probably have interviewers up in their faces like it did. Now I can finally exhale.

Now that I have space to think Yuri snakes back into my mind. Who Is his coach? Maybe If I had a conversation with them it could help in some way.

Hearing the slam of a locker shutting, I realise I'm not acctually alone. I venture deeper into the room and I find him. The skater with japan written on the back of his hoodie.

It must be my lucky day.

"Mr Katsuki" I walk right up to him as he turns around. The minute he realises who had just spoken to him his eyes are wide as plates and his heartbeat falters.

Not only can I hear his heartbeat, I can also hear the sound of blood rushing to his face. And I can smell that sweet aroma of his even better than before. His blood smells sweet and intense, like rich chocolate, with a hint of cherry blossom.

To say he smells good would be a cataclysmic understatement.

If only I could have a taste...