Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Big Brother

I was on my computer, listwnong to the song over and over again, seeing if there was anyrhing that needed to be changed. It was almost perfect. Too bad it needed lyrics. Like for some songs, the lyrics work, but not mine. They were ment to be purple instrumental, to make you get up and dance, what music was born as and should be. But, in order for my music to be produced, it needed lyrics.

As I worked I lost track of time, and with my bulky headphones on I didn't notice someone enter my room. "Aki!"  two voicws yelled on my ears, as two pairs of arms wrapped aeound me, and they pulled down my headphones.

"Holy mother of shit!" I yelled, think I went deaf. I then noticed who the set of arms belonhed to. My two siblings, Mari, and Yuri. I was more excited about my brother beinf baby k than anything else. "Yuri!" I screamed, throwing myself out of my chair and onto him, tqckling home onto my cloths and book covered ground. "You're home early!" I decorated, getting up off of him. "Why didn't you call, or text, or tells us in the many ways possible?"

"I wanted to surprise you," he said, obviously not the complete truth, "I wish I could have emade it to your graduation." I had graduated from high school a couple weeks prior.

"But you were graduating from college," I reassured him. I didn't want him to feel bad, he already did that to himself enough. Sure it would have been bice if he was there, but there is nothing I could have changed.

"Even if it was a year later," Mira commented. She was pulling out her pack of cigarettes, and I shot her a look. I had a rule about her not smoking in my room, and common places. She slipped it back into her pocket.

"Bur he still did," I reminded her, "You didn't even go to college." We had a similar look of I-dare-you towards each other.

"At least I leave my room," she retourted. I didn't bother responding, knowing it would turn into a fight.

"Aki," Yuri sighed place a hand on my head, messing my already short messy hair. "Stayong in your room doesn't help." Of course he would be told. He hasn't even been home for a day, and has learned that I have become a room hermit again. At least I still slept and ate, even if it was a little.

"I still go to work," I grummbled. It was true. I have a part time job at the Ice Palace. I basically jist get paid to go ice skating, and try to attract costumers.

"Thats doesn't count," Mari sighed, "You would go to skate even if you weren't getting paid." It seem the way just in the mood to start a fight.

"You two seem close," Yuri commented, as the two of us were still siting on the ground. Before he left Mari and I just coexisted. We knew about each other, tolerated each other, but didntt really interact. That changed about the time he left.

"Well I missed you so much, I needed to find someone else to kling to," I joked, leaning back up against my bed. We were almost irresponsible when we were young. With was strange with our age difference. It was about five years, yet we acted as if we were twins. You wouldn't find one of us without the other, except at school.

"Har, har," Mari teased me. It was really just a mutual thing that caused us to be closer. I was lacking a sobling figure after Yuri left, and Mari had finally figured our a way to fill in her big sister roll. "But, I need to go help with dinner." She then left my room, closing the door as she left.

"So how is it being an internation music sensation," my beother asked. I actually was one. I started uploading my songs I wrote on the internet, blew up, and got on a record label. I loved writing music, so I had nothing against it. I also make ahuge amount of money from it, but I keep it in savings, hoping I can pay for college in one to. "The first time I heard one of your songs on the radio I wanted to scream 'that's my little sister' but I remebered we need to keep it a secret." We didn't want me to get stalkers, and still have a semi-normal life.

"Thanks for not," I laughed, playing with the end of my shirt, " Besides it woild be embarassing having people know your sister is blooming before you." Sure I didn't want to make him get donw on himself, but I enjoyed teasing him. "A national figure skating champ, and an internation sensation, now no one wants to be compaired to that." Not even myself. It caused me to worry about the smallest things, and so much about my self image. I couldn't even come out openly as panromantic, not even to my family.

"My guess is you don't want to eat dinner," he commented, noticing how down I was getting. I simply nodded, tears prickling my eyes, as I thought about how easily my life could be ruined. "Then get dressed," yes, I was still in my pajamas, "we're going skating." He got up and lefr my room. He needed to lose weight. I have no idea why that thought was in my mind, but it was.

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"Ey, boss," I greeted Yuko, "I brought a Yuri." I held open the door as my brother stepped through.

"Yuri, your back earlier than expected," she commented, but was just as excited as anyone else was. I went into the break room, wantig to see when I workes next, and if I had any pay checks I could blow on manga and candy.

Yuko and I got alone well. She was the one, along with Yuri who taught me how to skate at the ripe old age of four. I don't even remeber or, but they do. Yuko was like an older sister to me, before Mari figured out how to be one. When Yuri left, and I went through some things she was there for me, along with Mari and Minako. I probably wouldn't be alive if it weren't for them.

After I put the hours I "worked" into my phone, I headed back out. As I put on my skates I could see Yuri had already started skating. I slowly made my way down, sranding next to the triplets. That coreography looked familiar. It hit me, it was Victor's free skate. I saw it as I watched the Grand Prix Finals. He could still copy Victor pretty dang well. Even if he wasn't dancing his way, it was majestic. I wish I was able to slay with that beauty, to be able to inspire others like him. I was chaotic on the ice, yet somehow people like it, and I enjoyed doing it.

He skatwd over looking depressed. I jumped over the wall, which I had been scolded for many time. I skated over to my brothers, squealing his face between my hands. "That was beautiful," I declared with joy and anger in my voice, "Don't you dare think other wise. So what if you were copying someone else, you were doing what you love, and that's what you should do on the ice." I hadn't done that, and it threw me into a pit. "And don't you dare feel bad for failing in THE FINALS. You made it there, be happy, you weren't taken out before then. You didn't come in dead last."

"You're pretty optimistic for a pessimistic," the twins commented. Yuri's attention was brought the the mother and children. while I ser up a speaker and connected it to my phone. I put on a song that always made me want to dance, and reminded me of my brother, History Maker.Once the family left, it was just us siblings.

I started the song, and pur my phone in my swearshirt pocket. "Dance with me!" I laughed, grabbing my brothers arm and spun us arpund to the center of the rink. I let him go and we both just skated. It was fun, and reminded me of when we were young and we didn't compete. I wanted it to stay like that forever, but it wouldn't. I would step off the ice and all my anxiety would echo through my body once again.

(The pic is Aki)

History Maker - Dean Fujioka