Yuri On Fire 🔥 A Victuri Fanfiction

Even the Longest Journey Begins with a Single Step

It was damn cold outside the airport.

Yuri Katsuki had decided to follow his heart and his heart had led him to the fucking freezing  St. Petersburg.

It had all started a while ago, when Victor Nikiforov had showed up at his family's hot spring resort in Hasetsu to become his coach. After several trials, they had left together to go to Barcelona, where all the skaters who had made it through the qualifying competitions had gathered to take part in the Grand Prix Final.

In the end, Yuri said to himself, after a string of losses that made me think to ritire, I was able to get a silver medal and even to break Victor's free skate world record. In that moment, without a doubt, I reached the peak of my skating career, but still there's some sort of uneasiness left. I'm not stupid—at least, not that much. I know why I feel like a dark cloud has been following me all over the world from Japan, to Spain, and in the end, to Russia: I promised to win a gold medal— not a silver one. Victor Nikiforov was my idol, before becoming my mentor: he's the one that gave me the strenght to train everyday, he's the one that brought me to the podium, he's the one who said I had given him back inspiration to start skating again—but I'm unable to push out of my mind the tought that I've disappointed him.

Blowing on his hands to make them warmer, Yuri let these and other similar toughts flow, even though he knew that this would only worsen his moodiness. But suddenly, while he was still spacing out, his attention was drawn by the sound of a barking dog. The poddle made it's way running through the bunch of people going around with their luggages, hunting down a taxi, and finally reached its goal. Stroking his wet nose against Yuri's left hand, the dog waited, waging its tail and demanding his attention.

Yuri picked up the leash that the dog was dragging around, and smiling greeted him, "Makkacchin! Where did you left Victor?" As if the owner had been summoned, he appeared among the crowd walking flawlessly while searching around with his eyes to find someone.

"Victor, we're here!" said Yuri outloud, waving his hand to gain Victor's attention. As if Makkacchin had understood Yuri's intention, it started to bark loudly until Victor turned his head and saw them. With a flashing smile he opened his arms and embraced tightly Yuri.

"You're finally here! It took you forever to pack your things!"

"You're exaggerating, like always. We've been apart for one week. I couldn't move to Russia whithout even saying goodbye to my family. I had things to settle, and you know that."

"Lies. Even Makkacchin was impatient to see you again! Well, you're finally here and that's all that matters. Come, it's late and surely you must be tired. I've taken care of your accomodation, I'll bring you there. We have a taxi waiting for us, let's go!"

Victor's enthusiasm was contagious, even Makkacchin seemed to be very happy walking by his side and Yuri couldn't help smiling. He felt relieved in the hot cabin of the taxi, however neither Victor nor Makacchin seemed to be bored by the freezing cold as Yuri. As guessing what was on his mind, Victor said to him, "I bet you can't wait to have a hot bath, uh?"

Yuri, whose cheeks were already red from the cold, turned even redder.

"Am I that easy to read?" he answered back.

"Well, it's pretty cold this time of the year. Give me your hands, I'll warm them up."

As he said this, he automatically reached Yuri's hands and took off his gloves. Surprised and embarassed, he didn't have the readiness to stop him. As if nothing had happened, still holding Yuri's hands, Victor started speaking again, "of course we don't have hot springs like your family, but you'll get used to living here, I swear! We're gonna go shopping and we'll buy everything you need! And of course, I will bring you in the most beautiful places of St. Petersburg!"

Victor's blessed expression while thinking about shopping and acting like tourists made Yuri smile once again.

"I supposed you wouldn't have all this free time, Victor. You promised to be my coach and also to establish a new world record, remember? The world is waiting to be surprised by you, once again. Are you gonna disappoint everyone?"

"How could I disappoint anyone with my beauty, elegance, grace and sensuality? That's not even possible!"

"Stop joking, I'm serious. Are you sure things are gonna be okay?"

Damn it, I'm an idiot! Why do I always blurt out unnecessary things?!? Yuri cursed himself immediately after asking the question. He didn't want to be a burden, an obstacle to Victor's career, but he feared even more that Victor would change his mind about being both his coach and one of his competitors, and Yuri's heart wasn't ready to accept such a refusal. But glancing at Victor's face, Yuri saw a big smile.

"Nothing in this world would ever make me change my mind on this. Especially not now—" he made a pause for effect, "that we finally reached our destination. This is where you're gonna live. Aren't you curious?"

While the taxi driver took his luggages out of the boot, Yuri looked at the building to understand what kind of place Victor had settled for him. He had greatly insisted to take care of this, to thank him back for his ospitality in Japan, and Yuri had decided to let him do as he pleased.

"Victor," Yuri called after paying for the ride. "I didn't see a sign. What's this hotel's name?"

"Well, that's because it's not a hotel. Let me show you."

With a raising feeling of anxiety, Yuri followed Victor into the hall of the building. It was a nice palace, but it looked like a quite expensive place to live in. While he was still looking around, the doorman greeted them incrising his suspicions.

"Good evening, Mr Nikiforov."

"Good evening, Vanya. Let me introduce you a friend of mine, Yuri Katstuki. He's visiting from Japan, but you'll see him around here quite often."

"I understand, Mr Nikiforov. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Katsuki."

"It's my pleasure, Mr Vanya".

On the elevator Victor covered the buttons with his body, preventing him to see at what floor they were going to stop.

It can't be ... It simply can't ... "Please, Victor. Tell me this is not what I think," said Yuri. Victor seemed very amused by the whole situation.

"We're almost there, I don't want to spoil your surprise."

When the doors opened, Yuri found himself in an attic. It was elegant, but furnished in a simple and cozy style. Makkacchin run inside, rolling on a carpet in front of a fireplace, where the crackling fire seemed to be inviting them to take shelter from the cold. Astonished, Yuri looked at Victor who was inviting him to go inside with open arms.

Victor said, "Welcome to my place, Yuri. I hope you'll enjoy living here with me."

*Stay tuned for the next chapter*