Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Who I am

"Wait, you were that meme?" Nate asked, probably showing the modt emotion I ever saw come from him, "I love that meme!" Yup, our little stoic meme lord. We were sticking to the wall, hoping none of the reporters would notice me.

I glanced in the direction of where my brother was. I noticed that all the journalists had left him, and he was having a serious conversation with Victor, him leading it. "I'll be back," I told my friends, worried about what was going on with my family.

"You've got to go back to Japan," Yuri told his coach as I approached. I was a little scared and picked up the pace.

"What's going on?" I asked in a rushed worried voice. Victor seemed to be releaved to see me.

"Makkachin got a dumpling stick in his throat," Yuri explained, being as frantic as when I got over.

"Aki can you be there for Yuri tomorrow?" he asked me, in Russian. He must have been frantic too. I mean Makkachin is his dog. I only knew that thing for a couple months and I love it so dang much. "I'm going to ask Yakov to be there for him as a coach, but I need you there for him emotionally."

"Da," I agreed instantly. I didn't care what Naomi would say, or that I couldn't watch the free skate with my friends. If my brother needed me I would be there for him. I always will be. He gave us both a quick hug. He reallybwas like a brorher to me. Can't they just get married yet?

Yuri and Victor went to settle somethings with Yakov, and my friends had left. I was alone, but only for a short period of time. I was surrounded by reporter, asking about the flag, and how I was seen talking to the people who had been holding it up. People loved gossip. I was luckily saved by Naomi. "I need to talk to Akira about our plan for tomorrow, the. she'll be back to answer all you're questions."

She lead me into a deserted hall way, where we were to talk privately. "So, what are you?" she asked. She held no malice, or anger, just curiosity and concern. I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talkinf about. "It's obvious you're not straight, and I onow you take testosterone, so what's that about?"

There was no hiding it. "I'm panromantic and demisexual, but it's easier to say I'm pansexual. Now about the testosterone, I am gender fluid, and it help with my anxiety." I then needed to go through and explain what all of that meant to her.

"You should tell them," she said, as if it was a suggestion. I knee she was talkinf about the journalists, and in turn the world. "You wanted to do it your way so people could ser the real you, and they can't do that if you continue to hide this. And so what of people don't accept it, then screw them." She did have a point though. Why must she know how to appear to my logical side.

"Can I tell my family first?" I asked. She nodded. I pulled out my phone and made my way to the bathroom, closing muself into a stall. It took a while, but I got a call with Mom and Dad on one lone and Mari on another, so I could talk to all of them at once.

"We're all here, what's going on sweety?" Mom asked, thibking something much worse was going on.

"Well it's about time I told you this..." I sighed, not sure how to start it.

"Tell us what?" Mari questioned, filling in the silence as I thought.

"I'm comming out," I remembered when Yuri came out as bisexual. They took a while to understand, but easily excepted him. I was hoping they would do the same for me. "I'm pansexual." There was a silence, "I can be physically attracked to anyone, basically. Pan means all so..." I was so desperate to fill in the silence.

I just needed to rip it all off like a bandaid "That's not all. I'm gender fluid. I can fall anywhere on the gender spectrum." I had already informed them heavily about the gender spectrum. "I grt it if you don't understand, I didn't for years. I hope I can explain it to you, just don't shun me. Still reconize me as who I am, your daughter, your sister. I'm still the same Aki, I haven't changed." I heard the sobs in my voice and felt the tears slide down my face.

"This explains somethings," my dad broke the silence. "Like how you would rate anyone you would see on TV, or how you complain about wearing skirts some days, then where a dress the next." I mean I have done that, but it was a bit exaggerating.

"Sweety it's alright," my mom hished me, trying to subside my sobbing, "We still love you, and we're happy you've finally gotten enough confidence to tell us. Yes I am a bit confused by it, but I'm sure you can clear that all up over time."

"Umm..." Mari groaned, "I read your diary, I've known for a while.."

"Mari!" the three of us scolded her at the same time. We said our goodbyes, and I informed them of Victor's departure. I then left the bathroom, ready to tell the world what I just told my family. I was swarmed by reporters the momebt I stepped through the door. All the other competitors had left by then, and I was ready to leave too.

"Alright!" I summoned all the courage I had, "Yes I'm queer. I'm pansexual and gender fluid. Now of you don't mind I'm tired and hwve plenty to do tomorrow." I forced my way through, ignoring all other questions thrown at me. I just wanted to be alone and contemplate the inevitable doom I had just set out for myself.