Part 5

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"Kitten?" Turning my head and moving a strand of my (H/l) (H/c) out of my eyes to stare at Marco. "Umm, Marco can we change my nickname to something else? That nickname is very personal to me," I ask nervously. We stand in silence for a minuet. He just stares at me, then slowly a smile appears on his smiles "Sure! How about Tiger?" I think about it and reply with "Rawr~" He blushes and says "Come with me." I do as I'm asked and I get taken to the ice rink. Ok then... It feels weird being here without yuri.

I see Yakov and he looked quite upset. I don't wave at him because I knew why, I get taken to the outfit part of the rink, considering this is a professional rink, it wasn't a surprise for them to have one. Marco passes me one of the outfits,(I know this outfit doesn't have sleeves but, just image it's in your favorite colour and the sleeves are too.)It was a shoulder cut one being held up by the neck, white ombre into (f/c) with a little ruffle at the bottom. Beautifully brought together by the gemstones on the outfit. "Get changed Tiger~" I nod and go inside of the female changing rooms, The first time I had ever been in here as well, For someone who has spent most of their time here, I don't' look around much.

After I get into the outfit I was so surprised on how it looked on me, for a fourteen-year-old, I looked so mature and elegant.  It hugged all the right places and hid my soul mark. Which I'm greatly appreciated for, Slowly I leave the changing room and walk outside to where Marco was waiting for me. "Tiger~!" He said, quite loud. Making most stare at us. Great. "Marco, this places echoes, you really shouldn't shout in here. Ok?" I say in a soft voice, making him nod at me. 

"Sorry... You look really pretty. Here are some ice skates,  You are going to learn ice skating. He hands me some white ice skates. I sit down and start lacing them, perfectly. "Have you ice skated before?" Marco asks, shocked that I knew how to do them perfectly. "No, my brother has. I used to tie them up for him. I, on the other hand. Have never stepped foot on the ice because I was too scared to make a mistake in front of him. He is amazing on the ice and can do anything he puts his mind to, I'm jealous of him" I explain.

He nods and says "Should I ask for some help for you?" I shake my head and say "Can I just try?" He nods and I get my phone and start playing a song. "Marco, Can you hold my phone?" He nods and I smile. My headphone was on low so I could hear him. Since they were wireless I could change the sound as well as the song. "Good luck Tiger~," He says and I smile a fake one... I walk over to the ice and think about Yuri and how he entered. Mimicking him, I glide perfectly on the ice.  

I close my eyes and think about Yuri, How he would glide around on the ice, How he would push his feet away from each other with his arms out. I start doing as I picture Yuri and glide around the rink, Lucky for me. Yakov and his trainees were off the ice because he was shouting at them. Poor them, he is sometimes so hard to them. He had always had a soft spot for me because I would talk to the skaters and help them with confidence. I also was the one to support Yuri, I was there for every competition, every practice. 

Suddenly I just jumped and twirled, landing, All I hear is gasps. I turn up my headphones even more and Continue to allow my emotions to drift away, My loneliness. I start hugging myself as I wave from side to side, then I do a three jump combo, landing each and every one of them. The song was slowly coming to an end meaning so was my performance, I felt free on the ice. Is this what Yuri feels? Am I caging him? I'm so sorry, Yuri. I do a sitting spin jump and Bring myself up. hugging myself. The song ends.

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