King Of Ice

2) ❅Allege❅

As he took a step in the door of the hotel room, he placed his luggage down. Glancing from the distance of the room's window, he decided to approach even closer as snow swiftly fell, lighting the ground in a white surface; adored by the scenery around him. He smiled softly then quickly frowned as he sighed, not knowing what he should do.

He came to realize he had three days in this city until his plane arrives for the next city. He should enjoy himself for the time he has. He grabbed his hotel key and left to view the city as a traveler; sightseeing.

Walking the streets he happened to appear in front of a café building, since he just arrived knowing hot brewed tea sounded tasteful. He opened the doors to a delightful smell of coffee while very few people sat around the shoppé.

He glanced around viewing a bit of chatter among others and the aroma of fresh baked goods with the brews of a bristá. Suddenly surprised to see a few posters of the living-legend Victor Nikiforv on the walls; With great adore from this shoppé, no.. this town.

Leaving more of an imprint as an idol.. More than just Yuuri alone, only believes in the same. But how many people dream in skating on the same ice as Victor Nikiforov? --He only hears about the fans one day passing Victor Nikiforov as being the best.

The waiter called the next in line and asked to take his order, "Uhmo, I'll have a hot cup of Green Tea. Please", As Yuuri payed for his order, the waiter gave the cup to him then walked out while continuing the sight viewing.

The day went by quickly noticing the sky turned to night, the town lighted their streets with little lights gathering more people.

Hearing a faint music in the background as viewing little children running from a distant then slidding onto a patch of ice made Yuuri laughed softly as the children fell and laughed aloud.

He sipped his tea and headed back to the hotel for the night to sleep.

;He felt empty living half of his life, he craved for one thing, instead of to recieve, to only give; but to who? He suggested it was time to search.

The cheerful heart of the small town drawed him out with a slight chilly breeze, hearing only slight clap of feet, he huffed trying to keep warm, while the lights glowed around the town like a fantasy.

He saw the nearby café and walked in the doors to the waiter, everyone starred while the conversations among others stopped abruptively as he approached the counter. "What will you have?" the waiter questioned aloud as his back was turned to the costumer.

--"I'll have a hot cup of Green Tea", the waiter announced, "Your not the only one, must be the season, am I right?" the waiter tried making small talk. "I suppose so," he lowly shrugged as he softly smiled, "Its coming up sir, here--" he was cut off as he handed the gentleman in front of him his tea.

After that, he left quickly back to his hotel. He sighed softly while sliding his hotel key to open his door of the hotel and walked in for the night to sleep.

The next morning Yuuri waking up around 7 AM, knowing he couldn't sleep much; walking to the hotel's breakfast lounge. There was only one person in the room beside himself, he was reading the paper though the thought of reading paper looked alsolutely boring..

"Morning," the gentleman announced, Yuuri looked around seeing it was just him, "G-Good morning," he responded unsurely. "Sleep well?" he asked, "Not really, you?" he admitted honestly and thought to ask in reply, "I suppose," he lowly muttered in response.

Yuuri ate his breakfast, "The scenery is beautiful" he commented "Touring?" the gentleman asked, "Ah, yes", he continued eating, "The breakfast is good!" he smiled as he ate. "You like food?" he asked, "Yes.. Do you?" Yuuri questioned, "Of course, but the eggs are a bit under done.." he quietly weeped, "Oh, that's a disappointment," Yuuri announced. "Yeah," he answered.