Ice Uprising

Chapter Six

"She still hasn't found me! Anyways, I gotta go, do you guys mind telling me where Viktor went off to?" It had been a week since I had run away from Lotta, and it was pretty funny, to say the least. We were at nationals, the competion before the Grand Prix season, and I had won first in free skate. 

"He stepped outside for a breather," Mila told me, then continuing to push Yuri's buttons. 

"Congrats, little Havaiian girl. Next time, I vill crush you!" Keona, a German competitor glared at me as she walked past, her perfect blonde hair flowing behind her as she strutted by with her young coach. 

"Haha! I'm sorry, but I'll do the crusahing next time!" Glaring at Keona's back, I turned to everyone, flashing them a calm smile before walking away.  

I found Viktor pressed up against the wall outside of the skating rink, a serious look on his face. 
"Viktor, are you alright?" Carefully, I walked up to him, speaking softly. With a quick glance down at me, Viktor's face lit up into a fake smile, and I knew something was up. 

"Spasibo, no ya v poryadke, T." Viktor smiled, standing up straight, looking down on me. In case you didn't know, Viktor just said 'Thanks, but I'm alright.'

"Ty vyglyadish' tak vniz, Viktor." 'You look so down, Viktor,' I replied, putting a hand on his arm worriedly. 

"I promise I'm alright, Tatiana. Let's head inside now, then-" I cut Viktor off, grabbing the hem of his sleeve. 

"Net! Khvatit vrat' samomu sebe!" 'No! Stop lying to yourself!' Frowning at him, I pulled him back towards me with force, causing him to stumble. 

"O chem ty govorish'?" Viktor furrowed his silver eyebrows, stopping to look at me. He had asked what I was doing, as though he didn't think I knew what he was thinking about. 

"Ne govori yerundu, Nikiforov!" Like he would ever listen to me telling him not to speak rubbish, but at least I gave it a try. 

"Let's go, Tatiana," Viktor's face still remained tranquil, even though I could see I was pushing some buttons.

"You do remember, Viktor! You lied to me!" Pointing an accusing finger at Viktor, I gave him a steel glare. 

"Who? I'll ask again, what're you talking about?" Viktor really was great at acting, I'll give him that, but he wasn't getting past me. 

"Viktoriya, ty idiot! Ona umerla, i vy budete deystvovat', kak vy ne bol'no! Vy znayete, kak otyagchayushchiye, chto eto ?! YA zabyl bol'shuyu chast' svoyey zhizni, no kogda ya uznal pravdu o Viktoria, ya do sikh por plokho sebya chuvstvoval, chto ona umerla! I ty vspomnil o ney vsyu svoyu zhizn', no vy veroyatno nikogda ne chuvstvoval untsiyu sozhaleniya za posledniye pyatnadtsat' let!" Going off on a rant, I clenched my fists tightly, surprised I had remembered so much Russian from Uncle Rich and Aunt Serena. 

"You think I didn't care about her?" Turning his head slightly to the side, Viktor furrowed his silver eyebrows once more. I was pretty sure something had just broke in Viktor. 

"I-I didn't mean like that..." 

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Terribly sorry for the shorty-pants chappie! If you didn't catch any of that last Russian, google translate it up, my friend! See ya' later!

Check out the first song of my new album Night: www.audiotool.com/track/night-4pedbo/

Have fun listening! I'll release a couple more songs tomnorrow and the next day, so be excited! I hope you liked this wimpy and sucky chapter! 

Bye guys, and don't forget, my muse is always ready to RP!

~ Aaron Burr and Viktor Nikiforov