A Kitten and A Fox (Yurio x Reader) {ON HOLD}

Lets go to Japan!

'If I follow my heart and only my heart, I know I can win. Skating isn't about a strategy, it's about following the music wherever it may take you. It's about feeling free.'

(6 days later)
I opened my eyes as I heard the pilot announce on the speaker that we would be arriving to Japan soon. Looking over at my coach, I realized she was still asleep. But I guess sitting in first class will do that to you. "Eliza~" I poked her, she barely moved. "Elizel~" I poked her again, this time she cracked a smile.

"I'm dead~" I heard her say under her breath as she pretended to go limp. I only poked her 100x in response.

"Oh no! My big sister and coach has died! Whatever shall I dooooo?" I giggled, knowing what must be said. "Oh well, I guess she'll never have the chance to meet Phichit Chulanont...~"

"Noooooooo!" She said in slow motion as she opened her eyes and sat up. "Fine, I'm not dead!" Before I could respond, the pilot announced that we were now landing in Japan. An attendant came over to us and helped us with our luggage one we landed. We thanked him and exited into the airport.

'Oh. My. God.' That's the only thing I could think as I saw a sea a fans from everywhere around the world being held back from their favorite Skaters. "Hey Eliza?" I looked over seeing she wasn't there. 'She must've went to get a map.' I sighed and smiled, waving at all the screaming fans.

"OH MY GOD! ITS (y/n)!" One girl yelled, attracting a larger crowed.

"SHES RIGHT! ITS THE BRITISH FOX!" A man yelled after her.

"British Fox..?" I asked confused, looking around. I was surrounded by fans, a couple of security guards were trying to pull them back, but they wouldn't give in. "Guys, I'd love to stay and chat but-" I was cut off by flashing lights. 'Nooo! Not the news!" So many reporters were speaking at once that their screaming mixed with the fans, made me feel dizzy. "Okay guys, please, one at a time!" I begged.

"Hey!" A heard a voice shout behind me. I turned around but couldn't tell who was speaking. "Let's go." I saw a hand reach out, and at this point I just wanted to escape this. 'It must be a security guard.' I grabbed this persons hand and they somehow managed to pull me out of the crowed. As soon as I was out, I had tripped and closed my eyes, ready for impact. But it never came, I was caught.

"Sorry!" I opened my eyes and looked at the person who caught me. 'OMG! It's him! Yuri!' I immediately stood up straight. Next to him was Yuuri Katsuki and Yurris coach Victor Nikiforov. "Th-thank you..."

"Yeah, Yeah." He shrugged. "It's whatever." The press and all of the fans that were surrounding me were staring at us at this point. When they approached, Victor stepped up to distract them. Yuri P. walked away while Yuuri K. told me to follow him.

"You're (y/n), right?" Yuuri K. asked me, I nodded in response. "I thought so, this is your first competition, right?" I nodded again. "Don't worry, all of the pressure of looking good for your fans and reporters can seem intimidating at first, but it gets easier." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

Yuri P. scoffed, "I wouldn't take any advice from the pig. He ran into the wall during last years competition and got blood all over the rink. It was disgusting."

Yuuri K. Face palmed and sighed, "Why won't you let me live that down."

I giggled at their childishness, "I remember watching that! It was really funny!" Yuuri K. grunted in aggravation. Yuri P. smirked, seemingly satisfied. I then saw Eliza running towards us. We stopped walking.

"(y/n)! There you are!" She was holding a map.

'I knew she left me for a map. How rude.'

She stopped once she saw who I was with and looked at me, then the boys, then back to me. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth (L/N). (Y/N)'s coach." She put her hand out for Yuuri K. to shake, knowing she wouldn't have much luck with Yuri P.. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Ma'am." Yuuri K. said politely, hesitantly shaking her hand. "Victor and I thought she was alone, sorry for taking her away." He said nervously laughing.

Eliza smiled and told him it was fine, "I'm sure (y/n) was happy anyways. She's idolized Yuri over there forever!" She said ruffling my hair.

I blushed lightly and glanced at her, "What the hell Eliza?!" I slapped her hand away.

Eliza looked down at me and shrugged, "Can't get mad because it's true." I groaned and crossed my arms. 'I'll get her back later...' I thought to myself as I noticed Yuri P. glaring at Yuuri K., he must've said something to him.

"Yurio!" I heard Victor yell as he approached us, "Ya pozabotilsya o reporterakh!"

"Mne vse ravno, starik!" Yuri P. responded. As ice skaters, we're supposed to be multilingual, but my Russians a bit rusty. All I got from that was reporters and old man. I looked to Yuuri K. for help, but he seemed just as confused as me.

"Hello, you must be (y/n)! I'm Victor Nikiforov!" He said happily, too happily. "And you must be her coach, Eliza, am I right?" I looked to Eliza, she seemed shocked that he knew her name without her having to say it, and nodded in response. "Haha! Don't worry, I'm not a stalker or anything! I just like to know the names of all the competitors and their coaches!" He said nonchalantly.

'This guys insane.' I thought to myself. "That's very smart of you!" I said with a smile. Victor smiled back and threw his arm around Yuuri K.. 'I ship it.'

"Well, where will you be staying?" Victor asked as if he had known us forever.

"Oh uhm..." Eliza looked at her notepad, "We made reservations at the APA Hotel and Resorts." I nodded as if I already knew that.

"Hey, that's right next to my family's place!" Yuuri K. said happily, "Hasetsu Castle!"

"Yes! That's where Yuuri and Yurio first faced each other on ice!" Victor chimed in.

"Stop calling me Yurio!" Yuri P. said in an aggravated tone.

"Yurio?" I giggled. "I like it!" I decided that's what I'd call him from now on. He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we should get going." Eliza put her hand on my shoulder. I nodded.

"It was very nice meeting you all! See you at the competition!" I waved and left with my coach. 'Tomorrow is going to be amazing.'

(Word Count: 1147)