Endless night {yuri! On ice}

2nd skate Second Event; Skate Canada

The plane jiggled and jumped as it hit some minor turbulence. I sat calmly, my earphones in with music blasting to distract me. Alex sat on my left, book on her lap and thin framed glasses perched toward the end of her nose. 

Charlie sat on my right, laptop out on the fold out table. She had been typing furiously nearly the whole flight, fingers flying across the keys only to stop every now and then to sketch in the notebook beside her like the rest of the world didn't exist outside her headphones.

I leaned towards her, taking out an earbud.

"What'cha doing?" I whispered. She jumped, leg smacking into her table and rattling it. She hissed in pain and rubbed the sore spot on her thigh. 

"If you must know, before you scared me to death, I was writing and designing your costume for the short program, " she told me, eyes fixed on her pc screen. 

"Huh." I leaned over her shoulder just as the plane shook a little more, her thumb hitting the delete key on accident.

"Hit control and Z to go back, if you need." I stole one of her earbuds and put it in my ear. Same music taste as me.

The next few hours were filled with a rather garbled sing-along and an annoyed mother shushing us every few minutes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking, please fasten your seat belts for landing and put your tables in the upright and locked position." 

"Ooh... he sounds nice," Charlie giggled, placing her laptop in her carryon bag and continuing to draw. 

The costume was an inverted suit, the jacket and pants white while the shirt was black. "Do I leave my skates be?" 

"We're getting you some skate covers to avoid having to polish the crap out of your boots beforehand, but they're still going to be black."

On the next page of the sketch pad, the framework of my free skate costume sat half finished. Again, it featured black, but instead of white, a harsh shade of silver was utilized instead and was a bit more ornate.

Charlie packed her pencils and sketch book away. After a little bit of waiting, we were instructed to grab any other bags we brought onboard. She stood to get them.

Alex stood as well, pulling her scarf closer to her and placing her book in her bag. I slipped my iPod and earphones in my pocket- a gift from Cathy -only to be distracted by Charlie's struggle. 

She stood on her tip toes, reaching in vain for her purple suitcase. I reached above her with ease, handing Charlie her bag. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as the line moved to exit the plane. 

"Ah! It's too cold!" I exclaimed as the harsh Canadian wind battered my body. 

"You should've worn a coat," Charlie shouted over the gale, clutching her black coat harder. I stuck out my tongue at her and she retaliated, causing Alex to whack us both on the heads. 

"Stop acting like children," she growled, pulling us both towards a taxi.
Sitting in the taxi, Charlie pulled out her earphones, handing one graciously to me.

We suddenly began singing again, Alex rolling her eyes and putting her sunglasses as if to say she didn't know us. 

"Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle," we sang in unison, breaking into peals of laughter at the facial expressions we made. We stopped at a hotel half an hour later.

We hopped out and paid for the ride, grabbing out suitcases and making our way into the lobby. 

Once we got inside, we spotted Yuri and Yakov, a stern brown haired lady behind him. She nodded and smiled at Alexandra. 

"Woah! That's Lillia! The prima ballerina!" Exclaimed Charlie. 

"You know her?!" I asked, practically yelling. Alexandra nodded, not saying any more. When we walked past the trio, cameras flashing in their faces,
Yuri caught my eye and smirked.

I felt my face flush brightly. Charlie caught on and looked directly at me, following my line of sight. 

She gasped and murmured something under her breath. We kept walking, my eyes taking in the beautiful walls and pillars of the hotel. We were suddenly stopped when someone popped in front of Charlie. 

The human was male, hair coal black, and eyes a shade of pink that couldn't be natural. He seemed to be filled with energy and excitement.

"Dia dhuit!" he exclaimed in Charlie's direction, his face close to hers. 

"D-Dia dhuit," she replied, a confused look on her face. The guy backed up, and smiled at her. 

"My name is Connor, Connor Ó néill!" he exclaimed, pulling off his coat to show off the word Ireland emblazoned on the back of his jersey. 

"Alright, thank you!" Charlie exclaimed, pushing us along. 

"What's up?" I asked her. 

"Nothing! Just keep going," she replied, directing us to the reception desk. 

-next day-

My face landed with a thud on the hard wood floor. Charlie's face pressed against mine as she shouted at me to get up. I groaned and held my hands out to her, pleading her to lift me up.

She pulled my arms, complaining at how heavy I was all the while. 
She then decided to drag me out of the hotel room as well, sweats and slippers still on, throwing me into a changing room at the rink next door, telling me I had ten minutes to warm up before Alex decided to skin me alive for waking up late. 

I shrieked and changed, pulling my nation's jacket over my costume in record time.

Apparently, according to Cathy, more British people are watching the Grand Prix than the previous years, now having a competitor to support who 'stood a chance against the Russian monopoly.'

I walked out of the changing rooms and warmed up against the boards before stepping out onto the ice for public practice before the competition began, jacket thrown to the side. I would win. I had to.

Bello^^

I actually forgot to put a message at the end of this chapter! I remembered it during my science exam! Oops! Thoughts on chapter? Let me know! Thanks to NekoAisu for editing this chapter! Love ya!

Ja ne

~Charlie-chan