[Discontinued] Dear Stars | Yuri On Ice x Reader

Travel Again? Sorry Yakov!

(Y/N)

After dinner the family departed into it's sleeping quarters. Yuri and I climbed the stairs, him going up the stairs faster than me, I grabbed the cuff of his sleeve which caused him to look back at me.

"What is it (Y/N)?" He questioned me with a puzzled look. "Thank you..." I replied as I started nuzzling into his back slightly. He stayed silent, probably realizing I was thinking about my past. He took my hand and we traveled upwards, being held together by the minimal human contact.

We held hands until Yuri and I got into my room and as I walked inside Yuri let go of my hand stating, "I'm not going to hold your hand forever..." And quickly, tears started to well in my eyes as I looked down from the teen, saying, "I know..." I repeated, "I know..."

(QAN: I swear I was about to type: And quickly, eyes started to well in my tears)

About an hour later, I was waking up on a tear soaked pillow to get my self a glass of water. I head downstairs and searched for a cup to fill with water from the faucet.

Carefully, I began to balance myself as I slowly started to creep upstairs. I placed one foot after another, slowly so i don't fall backwards and/or spill the water that was peering over the edge of the cup.

At this point i found myself stupid for not drinking the water downstairs, until I saw Yuri's door ajar.

"Hasetsu Castle? Does he want to become a ninja or something?" He pause for a minute, which was long enough for a smirk to stretch across his face. "I finally found you." He rolled over, his cat just laying there sleeping next to him. "Just you wait, Viktor."

Being the stupid, clutsy me, I tipped the door open, and I stared at Yurachka. "So, your traveling, to this, "Hasetsu Castle"? Without telling me at that?"

"What of it?" Yuri replied with an I-don't-care expression. "I'm going with you, when are we leaving?"

"We're leaving next, your scheduling your own ticket."

💀TIMƎ ƧKIP 💀

The fallowing week, Yuri and I were walking away from the airport and Yuri strayed away from me. "Wow. Creepy." He declared, and busted out his phone to take a picture of it.

It was kind of creepy to be honest, what were the people here thinking? The blond male paused for a second  then mumbled something as he removed his black mask.

He wondered back to me and we started walking around. We came across an inside market thing, and decided to get something before we went on a quest for the allusive Viktor Nikiforov.

"Victor's been uploading tons if pictures with this city tagged."  Yuri said, until he started yelling, "Hey! Where's Viktor?!" He paused for the slightest of a second, "Viktor!"

This continued until he had paused to look at a sweat shirt with a tiger on it. Yuri took off his sunglasses of the reveal awestruck eyes, "That's awesome fashion!" I wondered off to fetch some white cat ears just for later. Without me noticing he bought the sweat shirt and posted a picture of it on his social media page.

I could just imagin Yakov screaming at his phone now, and without failing Yakov calls, and screams through his phone. "Why are you in Japan, too?!"

Yuri didn't seem to care, "Oops, you found out?"

"You know his important this time before your senior debut is, right?!"
"I told you! I'm not coming back to Russia until Viktor makes good on his promise!"

Yuri hung up in a slight fit and slightly insulted Yakov. Hopefully he doesn't realize I'm here too, ah, who am I kidding, he'll probably call me about—

"(Y/N), don't tell me your with that idiot..."

I awkwardly laughed and hung up as fast as possible to catch up with "that idiot".

Eventually Yuri started wondering off, seeming like he was in a daze, and being the idiot he was, and the irresponsible person I was, we got separated.

Instead of looking for the blond person, I head to the ice rink that what seemed to be millions of other people were around. I tried to push my way through but was tossed to the back almost immidiantly. I was then grabbed by someone and by the hand, dragged me to the front.

Three little girls tried to stop the person he was idea identified as Yuri Plisetsky. Yuri rudely asked, " Victor's inside, isn't he?" And they replied "Come in, come in."

Suddenly, someone just ran through the crowd of people and slammed into the door.

"Finally here... I'm exhausted..."

Yuri started fuming a little, seeming a bit, understatement, really mad at the Japanese man panting just yards away. And out of nowhere, jumped to kick him in his back and flew him inside.

He walked up to the guy and stepped on his forehead, exclaiming with an "Ow!"

"It's all your fault, apologize." He growled. The man placed under his foot struggled "U-uh, sorry, sorry."

The three little girls started taping this instead of helping the other man. "He promised me first that he'd choreograph a program for me, what about you?" The hooded Yuri questioned.

The black haired man which I could now identify as Yuuri Katsuki answered, "Huh? We haven't gotten to talking about programs or anything."

"Hah? You make him take a whole year off, and to do what?" He started storming, "Isn't getting him as a coach enough?"

"As if a guy who'd sob in a toilet stall at the Grand Prix Final can change at all just by getting Viktor as a coach!"

Yuuri started getting cocky and started smirking at the younger Yuri. "I don't really get the whole picture, so you should ask him yourself. Viktor came all the way to Hasetsu because he wanted to. Just to become my coach."

I followed the two guys into the ice rink and witnessed a Viktor Nikiforov skating a program he was previously putting together.

Yuri took a deep breath a suddenly, "You look like you're doing great, Viktor!" "Yuri, you're here? Where's (Y/N)? I'm surprised Yakov let you come. What do you want?"

I walked up next to Yuri and stood there with my head down, "I'm here." I said quietly. "Look Yuuri, here's someone more self consious than you!" The silver haired man looked back at Yuri, "Judging from that look, I'm guessing I forgot some promise I made, let's talk about it later, hey (Y/N), so why are you here?"

"Viktor, are you Unknown?"

"What kind of dumb question is that, of course not, every figure skater and figure skater fan knows Viktor." Replied Yuri.

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Sup! Sorry, I've been busy lately, moving and all that great shiz, so, here is a long chapter to make up for it! Excuse all my terrible grammar and spelling.