Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Be Yo Self

I had just finished explaining everything to Naomi. I was nervously scratching at my arm as I sat on the floor across from her. We were in the room her family was staying in, but Jean and Nagisa were out at the time. Naomi reached over and gently pulled away my hand. "There is no reason to be nervous," she told me, "I'm glad you told me." She pulled up both my sleeves, only to cringe at the fresh scratching scars.

"I knew that you were queer," she told me, inspecting the wounds I inflicted. "You're hair proved it to me. I just didn't know your gender identity. I had guesses, but I'm not really sure."

"I'm gender fluid," I told her, she nodded dinner understanding, "I'm also panromantic and demisexual." She was surprisingly well informed of all thise terms.

"Alright," she said, setting my hands down, "Let's clean up your arms, cut your nails, so you can't hurt youraelf again, and work on a program in your way." She gave me a smile and we set out to do just that. "Now, I'm going to guve you back all your clothes, but wear clothes that give you confidence, not somewhere to hide. I'm also still going to make you eat. You need to consume 2,000 calories a day, but if you vomit don't eat unless you feel like you can."

We were sitting in the main room, having a snack of cookies. We were busy discussing on how we were going to proceed. "I already entered you into internatoonals, so there's nothong we can do about that," she told me, with a proud apologetic look.

"That's fine," I assured her, "I wanted to go beyond nationals. I just hope I'm able to." She reached over and sat a hand on my shoulder.

"You will," she said, with determination, "If you don't I will let you chabge my name to whatever you want it to be." I have no idea when that clamed me, but it did. She noticed how o became a bit more comfortable. "Now let's talk music," she said, pulling out a computer, which o knew had all her music on it. "I get it if you want to choose your own music, but I have this idea, and it works even better now, and I'm hoping you'll like it." She turned into an anxious teenager whenever she had an odes to share with me, that went a bit beyond how I should skate.

"Hit me," I said, bitting into another cookie.

"Okay well it's your first international debew," she declared, "And let's not mentioning were doing it your way, instead of skating the way it is expected. So I thought for your theme for this season we could do, Introduction. And the music could portray stories that explain you, or represent you. I already picked out something for your short program." She was really passionate about it, and I was likong the idea.

"I want you to dance to Heart and Soul for your short program," I knew that song. It was a piano duet, it was really cheesy and happy. I wanted to know why she chose it, and luckily I knew she was going to explain. "It has two different aspects, distinctly different, but working well together. Like your love of skating and music. Distinctly different, but works week togther. It was also the first musical piece you ever played for me." It was dueibg my firsr competition. The hotel we stayed at had a piano and I just went up and play the cherry little toon.

"I get it if you don't wabt to skate to it, but I really really really want you to," she begged, "And you can choose your free skate. Could be anything, I'll let you choose." She really wanted me to skate to it.

I thought about it. "It might take somegime for me to figure out how to skate to it," I sighed, as I was used to more conplicatibg prices, and many instruments and rhythms to follow with, instead of just two. "But I'll give it a shot." She let out a little squirrel and hugged me.

"I started creating a program for it," she ibforned me. I lookes at her, scared she was going to force it on me, "If it would help you can see it, to try and see how I thought aomeone could skate to it." I shrugged, it could help, or listening to the song over and over again.

"First I want to figure out what to skate to for my free style," I told her, "I want to have it by the end of tomorrow." I told her. It should have been easy, and I was already booted off of writing Yuri's free skate song, as hell got someone from college to write one for him. I felt a little butthurt, but I would get past it.

I started scrolling through all my music. Why did I need to love music so much? It made it so hard for me just to limit it down to one. I wanted something to show off how capavle I was. Since the other song was so simple I wanted something a bit more complicated, I stuck with puck and pop. Now to fit the theme. I spent hours listening to songs. If one line I felt didn't fit, it was taken off the list. I finnally limited down to four as I got tired, and decided to go to bed.