Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

One last Eros

Eros. I remember when Eros and I first met. I never thought I'd get along with it, it wasn't for me and I wasn't for it. We were too different, Eros was the manifestation of seduction and sexiness and I was just... Well... a small Japanese man that couldn't seduce anybody even if I tried. I had no clue what Victor was thinking when he ascribed the program to me but I'm glad he did. I'm now standing 'backstage' waiting my turn and I honestly feel sad knowing that this is likely to be the last time a large audience will ever see Eros. Thanks to Victor, sexual love and I became comfortable with each other, and now, inseparable.

This is my last shot at telling the story, the story of the playboy that seduced a woman just to cast her to the side. Of course I don't tell it from the man's point of view, I can't. That's not me. I tell it from the point of view of the hard to get woman, the one who is desired so greatly but betrayed at the snap of fingers, that's what I tell with my moves, that side of the story.

Once more. Once more and the playboy will go, the woman will go.

I have to give them a send off to remember.

"Pichit, you're on soon" I nudge my best friend and point at the screen above us, indicating that the interval break is almost over. Group one had already gone and frankly they were all good but I don't know if I'd call it podium standard, not that I can do any better, it's just reassuring to know that everyone isn't way out of my league.

"Yep!" I smile to my friends beaming expression. Often I wish that I could be like Pichit at competitions. He aspires to greatness and wants to win but he isn't afraid of failure because he knows he can become stronger from it.

I'm not strong enough to be like that. I get dangerously anxious because failure scares me more than death. I know it's bad to be like that, that it only makes me fail more but I can't really help it.

"You're going be amazing Pichit."

"And so are you. I've always wanted to stand next to you on a podium" Pichit and I have never actually won medals in the GP. We have been able to get into the GPF but not make the top three. It's frustrating, it really is, but now that we're both at our peak as skaters so this is our highest chance of making it happen.

"Gamba!" Pichit gives me a quick hug and leaves the area, heading to the main rink. He'll definitely podium, I would like him to win gold but this is a life or death situation for me so he can wait till' next year or the one after that.

The entire time I've been here my brain has silently been asking for Victor's presence but now that I'm alone it's shouting inside my head. Where has he been for the past half hour?

As If on cue, Victor and Chris appear in the corridor, walking towards where I am.

Victor stops Celestino for a coach to coach conversation probably and Chris continues toward me with a hard to decipher expression.

"How are you Yuri?"

"Well... Nervous. But for once I don't feel as if the earth is imploding around me"

"Progress" he bursts into boisterous laughter. I didn't think I was that hilarious.

"Just win. I know you can do it. This is your year" he carefully pats my hair as to not mess it up and smiles kindly as usual. He may not be a better coach for me than Victor but he is certainly coach material.

"Thank you Chris. I will"

I have to.

"Are you alright?" I frown at his expression, it's been bugging me since he came over. I know he's got something on his mind but he's trying to hide it. Not that he can hide anything from me.