Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Pit Fall

I hadn't left my room in a whole. Dinners were being skipped all together, my job became almost nonexistent, the only reminder of it was to calls from Yuko when I miss my shift, and I would only make trips to the bathroom during the night, or when absolutely necessary. I tried everything to take my mind off the dull shadow that was my future now. My room was clean, a rare occurrence, my manga were organized by an outrageous code, and I threw myself into music, writing an entire song in two days.

None of it helped. Half the time I was cleaning my room I was curled up on the floor, crying. I could have been found hugging all my manga when I should have been organizing it. The music sheet I used were stained with water marks. I had yet to even get as low as I was going to. I was checkibg my email, something that has become a daily habit. There's the ever present spam, the emails from my old coach, and an email from my producer. Hoping irbwas something good I read through it, with my last sliver of hope.

They wanted me to write an entire album by the end of summer. That wasn't possible. Before I would write one song a month, and that would be tough. Now that I was out of highschool they think that's all I will do, but they don't know what Im going through. I don't want them to either, I kept my relationship with them professional. They said if I was unable to do that I would be dropped from their label. I was scared, the job had become a constant for me, but part of me thought losing the job was also not that bad. Writting music will get harder as I lose my eye sight, it may even become impossible. Not like I was even that good of a musician, no one would care if I stopped making music.

I continued to try and distract myself, by watching anime. I ended up crying until I fell asleep. That happens with my insomnia, I sleep when I can. I woke up to find someone had covered me with a blanket, and was sitting in my desk chair. They minically spun around, and I saw it was Mari, trying to prefect her evil villain pose. She lrt out a giggle, and I looked at her with all the emotion I was feeling, empty.

"I brought you poky, and mochi, and ramen," she said, holdibg up all the snacks I enjoyed eating. I hadn't eaten since I got the diagnosis. I had managed to tell Mari though, and she's been trying hard to get me to do things.

"I'm not hungry," I said, but I felr my sromache gurgle. It wanted something in it, but my throat refused to let anything down.

"Just try," she pleaded, sitring down next to me, "It doesn't need to be a lot, judt two bites, and I'll leave you alone." I shook my head, looking down at the blanket across my lap. She sighed, setting the food down on the ground. "Yuri has a new coach now," she told me, with encouraging amusement in her voice. "I think you might know of him."

I smiled, sure it was small, but I was a smile. Yuri hadn't given up. He was going to continue with his dream, while mine were all fadig with my eyesight. I'm sure someone has told him at this point, but someone was continueing their life here. Out of all of us it should be him. I was a bit curious on who motivated him to continue skating. "Who is it?" I asked. They might have been a well known coach, or mabey even Naomi, my old coach.

"You'll jist have to come and see," she said, going over to my door. She opened it a bit, and waited there for me. She knew how much my curiosity preasured me to do things. I got up, and warped a blanket around me, only having my face showing. I followed my sister down stairs to the inn area.

Echoing through the halls was a familiar accented laugh, and the whimmpering of a flustered Yuri. I had only ever heard that laugh through the TV before. I ran past my sister, wanting to see it it was true. I rushed through the doorway. There sitting next to my brother was exactly who I thought it was. VICTOR FUCK NIKIFOROV. I don't know what can eover me, anxiety or excitement or both, but I couldn't move or breath. There was a freaking legend coaching my brother.

I didn't even notice when I got picked up and carried to the woman side of the hot spring. "Take a bath, you stink," Mari told me, after locking me in there. There was no one else, so I did as she asked.

Once I was clean I found a clean set of clothing sitting for me by the door. I remeber the last ime I wore it. It was a couple motnths ago. The skirt and pants were a litrle big at the time, as my diet had decreased. Now they basically just hung on me, making me look even thinner.

"I read your email," Mari said, "You left it open," she didn't want to engage me. "You should be happy about that, they want more of you." I knew she was trying, but she wasntt doing it well.

"They know I can't do that," I topd her, "I do one a month for a reason. The most I've forced myself to do is two a month, and I hate them all. Why should I make music I hate. Its not even like anyone would miss me if I did stop." I was crying, and wrapping myswlf back up in my blanket. I steped out of the room and was wrapped in a hug but my sister.

"That's not true," she said, sounding desperate, "They want more of you, for you. Cause you are an anomaly no one can expect."  I just wanted to go back to my room, unsure of the next time I would leave.