Yuri On Ice!~ What Happened Next?

Prologue PT3

"First on the ice, we have Leo De La Iglesia and Guang Hong Ji, skating to Moonlight, by Miyano Mamoru."

Cheers erupted from the crowd from the pair's fans.

"See, Ji," Leo spoke as the skated to the centre. "everyone here is cheering for you. So do your best, okay? Yesterday, with the short program, you were amazing. Don't let pressure get you down."

Guang Hong smiled and nodded.

The music began, and so did the routine.

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"Oyasumi~" James sang along, awestruck by Leo and Ji's performance. A little later, the song ended, making the pair end their routine, too. A loud applause erupted from the viewers, and Guang Hong sat down on the ice, exhausted. Leo smiled, panting.

JJ stretched one arm in the air, and the other on his hip, leaning to one side. "We're up next."

"What a wonderful performance by America's Leo De La Iglesia, and China's Guang Hong Ji. Outstanding."

"Now for the score... two-hundred and thirty-one point five! Amazing!"

"Up next, we have Scotland's James Brookes, and, the one and only, Canada's Jean-Jacques Leroy, King JJ!"

The audience screamed with excitement.

"For dear Kata."

"For my Isabella."

They said in unison.

"Skating to Haitoku Wonderland, it's King JJ and Jam-Jam!" Came a familiar, loud voice from the judging panel. Looking up, the pair saw Max, grinning widely. The commentator he had taken the microphone off was grabbing wildly at it, only to be, gently, pushed back into his seat.

"Wha- Jam-Jam?!" James exclaimed, circling the rink before moving to the middle and beginning the routine with JJ.

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"Dakishimetai~" Viktor danced on the side lines. When the song finished, he skipped over to Yūri, where he was being surrounded by reporters.

"Two-hundred and sixty-two point seven one! Next up, Minami kenjiro and Maximus Clarke..."

"Come on." He took him outside of the skating room and into the toilets.

Viktor sighed, stroking Yūri's face. "Why are you so nervous, hmm?" He asked. He had seen that same look in his eyes when competing for the Cup Of China.

"T-Two-hundred... and sixty-two?! H-How am I..." He held his face. "I ca-"

"Yūri!" Viktor's warm hands clamped around his partner's face, forcing him to look into his eyes. Yūri was near to tears, repeating the score over and over in his mind. Viktor took a breath in. "Yūri... why are you crying? Please, don't cry." Viktor bent down a little and gently placed his soft lips to his lovers's forehead.

"V... Viktor!" Yūri hugged him tightly, hiding his face in his chest. Viktor, only slightly taken back by the gesture, buried his nose in Yūri's hair and placed a kiss there, taking in the scent of his shampoo. "I..." Yūri whispered.

"Hmm? You what?" Viktor asked quietly, rolling slightly on his heels to rock back and forth a bit. Yūri stayed silent, only shaking his head a little.

"Well done to Minami Kenjiro and Maximus Clarke! Next, Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin."

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"What a wonderful routine by Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin, skating to Moonlight Sonata, the first movement, by Beethoven."

"With that performance, you could almost say that the pair are lovers!"

"Come on, we're up." Viktor smiled calmly. Yūri nodded and wiped his eyes.

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"Skating to Stay Close To Me by Viktor Nikiforov, is Viktor himself and Katsuki Yūri of Japan."

"And here they go!"

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"B-Beautiful." The commentator muttered. "That, ladies and gentlemen, was Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yūri."

"And the judges already have the scores! So far, the highest score, from Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky, has been two-hundred and ninety-four point two one. So! The scores for Stay Close To Me are..."

"Th-Three-hundred and twenty-six point four two!"

"Taking first place and breaking his own world record, Katsuki Yūri and Viktor Nikiforov!"

"Yes!" Viktor and Yūri screamed, hugging each other with great strength.

"You were beautiful out there, Yūri. You had nothing to worry about." Viktor discreetly kissed his fiancé's cheek. Flushing bright red, Yūri chuckled nervously.

"Thank you... You were amazing, Viktor!" The younger skater smiled.

"Next, we have Michele Crispino and Emil Nekola performing SHINE by Miyano Mamoru! My, he's a popular one, isn't he?!"

"Yes he is," the female commentator laughed, hiding her Miyano Mamoru mug from the cameras. "Anyway, here they go!"

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"Chase your love~" The song ended.

"With an astounding score of two-hundred and fifty-nine point eight, the pair are in fourth place."

"Next is Christophe Giacommeti and Sylvester A. Royale skating to Vanilla by Gackt. Ooh, risque."

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"Two-hundred and sixty-two point five four! Ooh, so close to beating King JJ and... Jam... Jam?"

James growled quietly, pitifully hitting Max's arm, but failing because of the height, strength and size difference.

"Now then, last but not least, Thailand's Phichit Chulanont and Korea's Seung-Gil Lee, skating to Monster by EXO. Wild choice, isn't it?"

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Every pair had finished, and so each pair was waiting inanticipation for the scoreboard to come up on the screen. Lilia was scolding Yuri for things he did wrong, Max was running from James, Chris was hanging off Sylvester, and Otabek was smiling at Yuri's dismissive expression. At the far side of the rink, on the side lines, Phichit was forcing Seung-Gil into posing next to him. All of the other skaters had either left to cool off and get a drink or they had passed out from exhaustion on a nearby bench. Suddenly, the speakers swithed back on.

"Now for the time you've all been waiting for! From last to first, we'll call out the scores!"

Every skater who had taken part was now hugging their partner tightly, or, in Phichit's, Michele's, and Otabek's, and Yuri's, case, standing as close as they were willing to for support.

"In last place, with a great effort, Leo De La Iglesia and Guang Hong Ji, with Moonlight, and a score of two-hundred and thirty-one point five."

"It was an amazing performance, but the landings and synchrony just wasn't there."

Guang Hong visibly saddened, dropping his head. Leo grabbed his hands and put them to his own face, whispering words of praise and reassurance.

"In seventh, we have Minami Kenjiro and Maximus Clarke. Great moves, great song, just not enough to beat the rest."

Minami jumped onto Max, crying and hugging his neck. Max rubbed his back with a small, disappointed frown.

"Claiming sixth place with a score of two-hundred and fifty-nine point eight, is Michele Crispino and Emil Nekola performing SHINE."

"Again, absolutely astounding, but the flow and execution of movements was not up to scratch." The host feigned sadness.

Michele clung onto Sala, who, at the same time, was texting Seung-Gil.

"In fifth place, performing a very risque routine with dangerous music, Christophe Giacommeti and Sylvester A. Royale. Having a score of two-hundred and sixty-four point five four, the pair lost fourth place by zero point one seven!"

"Just make sure to remember that there is an audience there, yeah? Try not to get lost in each other's eyes!"

"Oh, Chris~! Catch me!" Sylvester 'fainted', making Christophe happily catch him.

"Fourth place, so close to the podium, is King JJ and... Jam-Jam... with a score of two-hundred and sixty-four point seven one!"

"Pressure is a horrible thing sometimes. An excellent performance altogether, but it's yet to be podium worthy!"

James had gone into the crowd to sit with his fiancé, Katherin. "I'm sorry I couldn't even make it on the podium." He apologised, hugging her.

"Hey, I'm still going to marry you!" Kata said happily. "You could come last and I'll still marry you. I love you, James."

"Jean, it's okay to cry." Isabella consoled her fiancé, who, by the way, was on the verge of crying.

"I'm not going to cry... K-Kings don't cry..." He whispered, hugging her tighter. After a few seconds, he pulled away. "I'll win gold for you one day, Isabella. JJ style." He posed his hands, although there was no determination in his eyes.

"Hey." Isabella smiled, kissing his cheek. "I don't want to wait for a gold to get married. How does this time next month sound?"

"...I love you." He whispered, sharing a sweet kiss with his lover.

"On the lowest step of the podium, Phichit Chulanont and Seung-Gil Lee, holding a score of two-hundred and seventy-five point three two!"

"Amazing! You can't expect any more from these two brilliant skaters!"

"Yay!" Phichit smiled, snapping a blurry picture of him and Lee.

"In second place are two successful skaters, considering one of them is the youngest in the contest! Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky, everyone! Setting a personal record with two-hundred and ninety-four point two one!"

"Just like a prima ballerina and a puppet! Fascinating visuals and roleplaying! Does anyone else now want a little Yuri wife?" He chuckled. Yuri growled and clenched his fist.

Otabek smiled and closed his hand over Yuri's. "Well done. You were amazing."

"That only leaves one more pair! What a great comeback! Please welcome Viktor Nikiforov back to the ice! And with his genius partner Katsuki Yūri, present them the gold medals!"

"There's absolutely no way to improve! Keep it up!"

"First." Yūri froze.

"Gold." Viktor smiled.

"Victory!" Yūri realised.

"Congratulations!" Viktor jumped on his fiancé.

The pairs all moved to their appropriate spots. "There..." Yūri awed at the top of the podium, happily leaping up mith Viktor. "I-I can't believe I'm actually winning gold!"

"You deserve it!" Viktor hugged his waist.

Yūri turned in his arms. "And just to top it all of... I've won it with Viktor Nikiforov. I've skating with The Viktor Nikiforov! I claimed gold with," he paused to take it all in. "my Viktor Nikiforov..."

"Yūri." Viktor called. Looking up, Yūri smiled at his fiancé.

"Ye-"

He didn't have time to reply, for the second he answered, Viktor had stolen his lips... and he still hadn't pulled away.

A couple of seconds later, Viktor hugged him again, smiling and winking at the camera over his shoulder.

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Yuri held his silver medal out to the cameras without even bothering to smile.

"Yuri, smile." Otabek tried. Yuri put his medal down and glared at his partner. Otabek picked his own up. "Copy me."

"Why?"

Yuri was taken back by what he did next. Otabek put the medal up to his lips and kissed it gently, never taking his eyes of the camera. Slowly putting the medal down, he smirked and winked at the camera. You could practically hear the blood noses through the camera.

But surely, no one's heart was beating as loud and heavy as Yuri's. He was confused. Why was this happening? Was he ill?

Otabek took Yuri's hand and held it like he was a princess. He put his lips to his knuckles and smiled happily. "Silver's good enough for me."
(Mr. Todd!)