Viktuuri Oneshots

The End Of The Line

He had finally won. Yuuri Katsuki had finally one first place with Viktor Nikiforov by his side. But one thing gnawed at the back of his mind like a ferocious beast tearing apart their prey piece by piece. One single thought. And he didn't like it.

The two skaters were at the airport, silently waiting for their plane. One with a grin on his face but one with a slight frown as if something bothered him. It took a while but... Yuuri cleared his throat and spoke up. "Viktor. I want you to go back to Russia. I don't want you as my coach anymore." As the words left Yuuri's mouth, Viktor looked at him, a bit surprised but laughed. "Yuuri, that isn't a good thing to joke about." Yuuri gulped. He didn't reply. He had said the sentence because... he didn't want to hold Viktor back but also because... he felt like he could do it without Viktor. He had no need for him anymore.

Viktor looked at Yuuri, ceasing to laugh as soon as he saw the dark-haired males serious expression and suddenly he felt like he got kicked in the stomach and hollowed out like a pumpkin on Halloween. Yuuri never thought Viktor would care too much before he saw... he saw the tears trickle down Viktor's face. Viktor felt like his world had crumbled. What had he did wrong? He of course tried to smile and spoke in a shaky voice. "T-That's fine Yuuri! Just, amazing! G-Good... Good bye, Yuuri!" He was breaking. And Yuuri knew. Yuuri wanted to reach out but he knew he couldn't. Viktor got up, shaking slightly as he tried to keep that forced smile. And with that he left, trailing his suitcase behind him. Viktor didn't look back and Yuuri didn't dare watch him leave.

Viktor returned to skating. But he wasn't the same. There wasn't the glamorous clothing that sparkled and shimmered. There wasn't the teasing smirk that always rested upon his face. Yuuri watched as his theme was revealed.

'Loneliness.'