Flying Across the Ice

Meeting Your Soulmate

Soulmates were made for each other, the one to make you complete in the world. It was said that in ancient times the king of the gods looked down at humans. Back then they had four arms, four legs, and two heads, they were whole; but the king didn't like that, he saw them as too powerful. Therefore, he split them in two, the two destined to look for their other halves for the rest of their lives.

One "gift" he allowed humans, was an indicator of their soulmate; wings. Wings that ranged from the purest white of snow, to the pitch black of night. 

Every wing in the world was different, ranging in size, shape, color, and material; but each wing had a pair, their soulmate. However, people could hide their wings and keep them out of sight which is exactly what figure skater Katsuki Yuuri did. 

Most young figure skaters used their wings to help with momentum on spins and jumps to earn higher scores but Yuuri found the matter of soulmates and wings to be a private matter. Either way his wings were large and too noticeable from a mile away.

Katsuki Yuuri met ice skating along with an idol at a young age, Viktor Nikiforov. The only skater in the Juniors to skate without his wings wide out in the open. Yuuri wanted to skate like that, to glide across the ice, to fly across the ice as graceful as Viktor Nikiforov. Once he finally qualified for the senior division grand prix he was ecstatic but the death of his dog Vicchan quickly made him lose his much needed confidence. After bombing his grand prix performance he was dragged to the banquet, his first ever as the worst skater there, and with the knowledge that his idol barely recognized him as a competitor.

Viktor had won his fifth gold medal in the Grand Prix series that year, going to yet another banquet with the same people. However, at the end of the competition he had come close to a Japanese man.

It was pretty hard to see around the other people's wings, trying to obstruct reporters camera's, but he had spotted the only other person without his wings out there. After asking for a commemorative photo the Japanese man seemed disappointed before rushing off with his coach, leaving Viktor to stand there in shock, no one had turned him down before.

Once the banquet started it quickly became boring, Yuri Plisetski ran off with Mila once she had taken a picture of Yuri with Viktor's arm around his shoulders. 

Viktor scrolled through his phone, going through the congratulation messages and posts on his social media. When a commotion started at the end of the banquet hall piqued his interest. Yuuri Katsuki and Yuri Plisetski were in a dance battle! And what happened next had Viktor squealing and scrambling for his phone to capture the moment, previously he had looked up the Japanese skater, hoping to redeem himself at the banquet. The two Yuri's were breakdancing. 

Yuuri Katsuki was low to the floor, dancing perfectly while Yuri was trying to copy his movements, most of the time failing since he was basically a small ball of fury, his forest green wings helping him with the spins on the ground. 

It was entertaining enough as it was, but what had Viktor on the verge of screeching was when Yuuri Katsuki's wings suddenly came out of concealment to aid him in keeping balance. Katsuki's wings were pure white, almost as if he was an angel walking on the earth. They had golden filgerie feathers mixed into the white along with other pale blue solid feathers, but the best part? The best part was that they were identical to Viktor's.  

Most of the skating world had already seen Viktor's wings, them aiding in his famous Quadruple Flip. What no one had seen however, were the wings of the Japanese skater Yuuri Katsuki. 

Unlike many; if not most, of the professional skaters, he had never shown his wings. Viktor had always assumed it was an issue with privacy  or an un-vocalized Japanese tradition. He strode over to where the two Yuri's were still in the midst of battling, wanting to talk to the adorable Yuuri but Chris beat him to the catch. 

As soon as Yuri Plisetsky had given up in trying to beat the flexible Yuuri he stalked off to shout at Mila for not playing the right 'Battle Music'. Yuuri grinned to himself and hugged the nearest person he could find which just so happened to be Christophe Giacometti, his wings folding back as he did. 

Chris almost purred in delight as he was grasped by the relatively smaller man then ducked his head to whisper something in his ear. Viktor was expecting the young man to blush but was surprised when he lit up like Christmas tree and nodded eagerly. 

Viktor lied when he said he was surprised. Nothing could've prepared him for Chris to be pole dancing yet again with Yuuri supporting him in nothing but his tie and boxers. He would've understood Chris doing that by himself but Dear God Yuuri could crush a man's head with his thighs.

Yuuri stood on top of Chris, a bottle of the champagne he was previously drinking dripping onto the floor of his spun and danced with Chris and the pole. Viktor was nearly frozen in his spot until Yuuri's wings made another appearance to help him get higher up on the pole to allow to champagne to drop into Chris' mouth , narrowly making it when he tried.

As soon as Yuuri's wings were out Viktor continued in his pursuit of the adorable yet so very eros skater in front of him. Yuuri had finally made his way off of the pole, his wings back and his shirt and pants on him again.

The Japanese skater had a large, alcohol induced grin on his face as he took another large drink of his champagne then wobbled over to Viktor holding his hand out a mumbling in incoherent Japanese.  

Viktor's brows furrowed as he tried to understand but ultimately failed, his eyes closed as he sighed before he was pulled into a dance. A vibrant Katsuki Yuuri was pulling him onto the dance floor. 

Through the rest of the night Viktor laughed and danced with his soulmate. His soulmate, Katsuki Yuuri.