Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Nowhere to Run

I couldn't help myself so here's another chapter;

Kuri Katsuki

Its been about twenty minutes since I left the rink I embarassed myself at and I've already finished my third drink.

"Disculpa, otra cerveza porfavor"  I ask the bar attender drowzily, not because I'm drunk, it takes quite a few drinks to unleash drunk Yuri, but just because I have no energy for life. I'm running on literal empty.

Nobody is at the bar, it's too early for normal people to be drinking alchol, the only sounds in here are the clank of glasses the bar man is organising  and the background sound of some sports channel.

I thank the man as he gives me the beer I asked for. It's weird how things change in times of desperation, usually I wouldn't go near beer. I find it too basic. However now I need basic, my brain is too full of complicated for me to be having any elaborate drinks.

"¿Usted es patinador?" I nod without looking at the man. Yes I am a skater. Aren't I?

Well I am until I announce my retirement.  Of course, in my head I'm already retired. It's as If I never was a skater in the first place. It all just feels like a chapter that's long been concluded. I don't even think I could return to the ice even if I wasn't dying.

"Estas en la tele" I look up at the tv at his words; it's footage of my free skate followed by the clip of me having a breakdown at the panel interview, the bottom of the screen reads 'Katsuki looses gold and his mind'.

Assholes. They're making me sound like a desperate nutcase.

Oh wait, I am.

You can just see it in the interview clip. My whole from is melted and my eyes look like victims of violent attack.

"¿Es por eso que estas aquí?" I nod again.  That is why I'm here. I want to drink till I pass out so I don't have to think about how much I shamed Victor infront of the world. Not only that but as long as I'm sober all I can think of is death. I can practically smell it, the scent is following me everywhere I go.

I almost feel like I'm dead already.

"Its a little early for you to be drinking Twelve"

Now would be a nice time to die.

"Fuck off Leroy.  I don't have time for you" he chuckles and sits next to me, asking for cider with surprisingly good spanish.

"That's right, your days are numbered" when I realise what he's saying I place my drink down and eye him cauciously. He only smirks back.

"I kinda expected the Abnormis race to be ugly but you've proved me wrong" every individual muscle in my body tenses as I stare at the Canadian. There are way too many questions.

"What?"

"Yakov told me" I was kind of hoping he'd keep it to himself. Looks like he didn't.  Then, of all the questions swimming in my head one jumps out of the water and flows out of my mouth;

"Were the scores altered?" JJ shrugs as he drinks the cider he was recently given. That shrug speaks paragraphs.

There was no error in the scores. They were correct. I did win.