Endless night {yuri! On ice}

Russia and Training

The sun peeked over the horizon as I buried my head further beneath the covers. My suitcases sat beside my bed, phone screen full of notifications for unanswered texts. My hair was a mess, knots and cowlicks making portions stick out and lay incorrectly. I was not blessed with good bed hair.

I sat up tiredly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I yawned and stretched, grabbing my phone from the dressing table. I pressed the home button, the screen lighting up with my newfound love. I unlocked it and checked my messages, ignoring the BTS themed chat background for now.

From: Cathy
Hey! We haven't talked in a while but we have a surprise! Which country are you in at the minute?

I smiled, excited for what the surprise was.

From: Sam
I'm in St. Petersburg Russia at the minute. I'll be training very hard! I had the conference for themes yesterday for the Grand Prix. First comp is in a few weeks. I have to go through qualifiers.

I sent it, and checked the other messages.

From: Alex
Get down to the rink pronto! I have your short program ready. You can pick the song for your free skate, but it needs to be presented to me.

I groaned and swung my legs out of bed and onto the floor. I headed to my suitcase, still having not unpacked. I reached in and rummaged for sweatpants and T-shirt.

I pulled out my dark track pants and pulled on a snug band tee. I grabbed my skates in their bag and locked the door behind me on the way out.

Alex had given me a key the day we arrived here and I have to say I've adapted quite well, much like Kyushu.

I jogged to the rink, my breath coming in clouds and my feet pounding on the pavement covered by white trainers. I listened to the sounds of seagulls as they flew over my head, and strained my ears for the ocean's noise.

I reached the rink promptly and ran in, changing into my skates and practically skidding into the actual rink-section of the building as fast as possible, as to not anger Alex. She stood in the middle of the ice, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Sorry, sorry! I know I'm late! I'm coming," I called to her, her expression enough to show she was angry. I stepped onto the ice and slid to a stop beside her.

"Alright, now that you are finally here, I'll show you your short program," she stated curtly.

"Oh, yeah! Why did you make me say my theme was heartbreak?" I asked her.

"Because of the program was created for you. I already had it before you performed in 'hot springs on ice,'" she said.

"And what would have happened if I hadn't won?" I asked her.

"I would have thrown it in the bin and forgotten about it," she stated, staring down the bridge of her nose at me.

I slid to the side of the ice and leaned against the barrier, waiting to see if someone else was going to perform the routine. Alex wasn't a skater. She had a little experience, but not enough to pull off something this technically challenging.

"Your song is "Blood Sweat & Tears" by BTS," she called to me as the music began. I did a mini celebration in my head and relaxed, watching intently as Alex skated.

She started, hand over eyes, face cast to the floor and legs intertwined. She moved gracefully, upper body perfectly controlled. She called out where jumps would be, completing the entry sequences and demonstrating exactly what she wanted things to look like.

Alex was a performer, a professional when it came to theatrics, and more than adequate as a teacher when it came to attaining a perfect PCS. At the end of the demonstration, someone was clapping wildly.

A woman, 5 feet exactly in height, stood a few meters from me. She wore a great tartan scarf, dark green coat, and brown boots.

Her short, blonde hair was partially tucked up into a beanie and stuck up in some places that pointed solely to the wind outside. Her grey eyes shone in excitement behind her glasses.

She cheered and jumped excitedly, and I could see a packet of blue sweets peeking from her pocket.
"Sam, meet Charlie! She's going to be your stylist." Alex stared imperiously at me, daring me to oppose her.

"Hello! I'm Charlie. It's nice to meet you!" She cheered, holding out her hand. I suddenly took note of her hands, calloused patches of skin sticking out a little to me.

"Do you play an instrument?" I asked her. She seemed taken aback but shook it off and beamed at me.

"Yes! Usually when I meet new people they go all like, 'are you from England?' and I get really annoyed," she admitted, bouncing on her toes.

"Are you actually from Britain? What do you play?" I asked her, intrigued.

"Nope! I'm from Ireland, actually! I play harp and violin. I came here to stretch out my stage and, coincidentally, met Alex," She told me. I nodded and turned back to Alex.

"Right! Now that we are all introduced, do you want to start practicing the short program?" Alex said and I nodded, prepared to win that Grand Prix.

Alex was a demon teacher, but at least she guaranteed success.
When we got back to the apartment, I flopped onto my bed and thought of my free skate.

Alex had told me to pick heartbreak, but it was so monotone. I grabbed my IPod, a gift from Alex to replace my MP3 player after the headphone jack got messed up during the flight.

I scrolled through the songs, clicking shuffle before laying back. Ten minutes in, it hit me like lighting. I could do Thunderstruck. Love can be many things. In this case anger!

Bello^^

yes I'm in the story! Yay! What do you guys think of the song choices and theme choice? Don't worry! Yurio and Sam will come together again! Till the next chapter! Thanks to NekoAisu for editing this chapter!

Ja ne

~Charlie chan!