Last December (VictUri)

Chapter 13: A Hidden Part

Author's Note: Merry Christmas. I am probably gonna post this before Christmas because I have a lot on my plate during the holidays. First off, thank you. Thank all of you for everything. In one year the story reached 20k and I am forever grateful. Because I am so grateful, here is a part to celebrate the year. If you still have this in your library, congrats. This is for you all that held on. Also! On January 1st, I am posting a new VikTuri fic (I promise to be frickin active with it, unlike my last one.) In order to know when it comes out, give me a follow. It takes 2 seconds and you will know when all my newest works come out. Without further ado, here is a small part.

The ice was smooth under my feet.

The ice resurfacer had just left the rink, also known as the cue for me to begin.

"Come on Yuuri! You got this!" A male called out from behind the railing of the ice as he laced up his own skates. I knew that voice, I adored that voice.

Viktor.

"Viktor, I haven't skated on ice in years. There is no way that I am going to be able to do anything of the sorts." I muttered, sighing softly

"That's why we aren't doing anything professional," Viktor explained, coming out onto the ice only moments after to me, "You have to make skating fun before it gets serious. People do this all the time in the winter with their friends and such."

I rolled my eyes and smiled a bit, crossing my arms over my chest

"Whatever you say, Vitya," I said, a red tinge emerging from my cheeks as the small nickname slipped. I was expecting to be taunted and teased for calling him that but instead, he just smiled and grabbed my wrist, taking off at an alarming speed.

I was stunned, of course, my body not yet reacting to how fast he was going and, as soon as I finally managed to catch my balance, he turned brutally, sending me down to the ice.

"I thought all people here knew how to play crack the whip?" He said, coming to an abrupt stop with a worried gaze on his face, "Are you alright, Yuuri?" The man asked me.

I looked up at him and tried to fight back a grin.

"No, no this really hurts. I think it could be broken." I whined out a bit overdramatically.

Viktor, who was once worried, now looked terrified as he helped me up and off the ice, heading into the locker room where he made sure I sat down carefully.

"Let me see it." He ordered, taking my ankle into his hands carefully and removing my skate and all the protectant beneath them. I wiggled my foot around, now laughing at the fact that he had taken it so seriously.

When he looked up at me, I just innocently looked back into those eyes of his and grinned.

"Gonna kiss it and make it feel better?" I cooed teasingly, causing Viktor to tackle me back and on to the locker room floor in a rather tight hug.

"Yuuri, don't do that to me. I thought I had genuinely hurt you..." He whispered softly, his words like peppermint against my skin. It was chilling and sweet enough to give me goosebumps but I don't think he had noticed.

"It's honestly okay, Viktor. No need to worry so much." I said, shyly putting my arms around him in return. He, however, slipped free from the hug and looked down at me, a seriously sexy look on his face. The silver hair dangled into his eyes and I didn't exactly know how to feel about him.

"If I broke my crush's ankle, I am quite positive that would give me no chance at all, rendering me single for a lifetime. Now come on, put your skates back on. You owe me some fun on the ice for all of that."

I didn't know what to say, nor how to move. I just laid there on the floor of the locker room and looked up at the ceiling, awestruck.

"Yuuri?" Viktor called once. Then twice. The innocence in his voice when calling me his crush just seemed to make my heart flutter. And before I knew it...

I was not in the locker room anymore.

"Yuuri! Come on, we are gonna be late!" This time a female voice was calling my name. I sat up on my bed and grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand, putting them on my face to be met with Yuu-Chan sitting on the edge of my bed with a giddy smile.

"What? Why can't I go back to sleep?" I said groggily as she rolled her eyes and proceeded to jump up and down in her spot on my bed, making it squeak and rock.

That's what truly woke me up and made me focus on my surroundings. A room, my room. That's what I was in. I had just woken from a great dream and with a sigh, I nodded.

"No need to answer that. I know what day it is. It's co-" She didn't even let me finish before she belted out the rest of my sentence for me.

"Competition day!" the girl belted, making me jump a bit even though I knew it was coming.

That girl was Yuu-chan, a friend of mine who had really been there for me recently not only as one of my closest friends but as a manager for my skating.

Yes, I was skating.

There are several stages of grief another boy named Yuri told me. We share the same name but two different mental setups.

He said there was firstly pain, then anger, then utter and horribly raw sadness. That was when you hit rock bottom. However, after hitting rock bottom, you can only come up from there. The next stages were making new friends, starting new habits and hobbies and last but not least, being able to face past life issue with a smile and optimistic outlook.

Although I couldn't really escape the small darkness that always seemed to chase me, I could face past habits and lifestyles strongly.

Mornings I wake up and it feels like it gets harder sometimes. That's all in the recovery. Much like a Merry-Go-Round, there is always something chasing you. Even if it can't always touch, grab, or capture you, us humans must live with the constant paranoia of something coming to get us.

Sometimes it is the fear of falling back into old habits, or perhaps just simply the idea of not wishing to stay still long enough for something to eventually come and grab us.

The thing chasing me is the idea of the love of my life being disappointed that I gave up our dreams after he left this life. Which, I decided I would never let happen.

I skate for you, Viktor. I will always skate for you.

Will this message reach you?

"Yuuri, don't let those last minute jitters get to you, we have things to do. Competitions don't wait for people. Even if you are one of the best skaters alive." Yuu-chan said, interrupting my thoughts.

I smiled at her and nodded, getting up from my bed and looking towards the window. For a moment, I swore I could see an odd shape shimmering past off in the distance.

Do you believe in angels, Viktor?

The Competition Arena

Every time I step into the arena, things just go to a blur. I get lost in my mind and things seem to go a lot smoother that way. The thing about ice skating is to not really focus on a tight regimen and to just let your muscle memory do the work.

When skating over thin ice, do you work on trying to find the best route across to the side of safety or just go for it and go fast? I often think that is how life works. You never really will know if something works until you try it.

Cheesy thoughts, cheesy thoughts.

I was quite positive when returning from the ice that I hadn't won anything. Yuu-chan was pretty sure too. I had quite a lot on my mind today, which had caused some sloppy legwork and whatnot but I did feel good doing it.

It wasn't really about winning anymore though. It was about skating for him, and having a good time while doing it.

Have I made you proud? You were always proud, even when I didn't win.

Stepping out the arena, having known that question could never be answered, I still smiled because I knew the answer. I had known the answer all along.