A Yuri!!! On Ice Love Story: After The Finals

~Chapter 1~

Yuuri stared at the silver medal he held in his hands. He thought back to the moment when he first saw the scores of the Grand Prix Final. He was horrified. He didn't win gold. That meant that Viktor would go back to Russia, while Yuuri went back home to Japan. He felt tears well up in his eyes. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry! He willed himself to keep all his emotions inside.

He suddenly felt a hand close around his. He looked to the other side of the taxi cab that was taking them home and saw Viktor staring at him, his blazing blue eyes wide with worry. Yuuri internally smiled. He couldn't keep anything from Viktor. Viktor always knew when he was mad, or sad, or worried... It seemed the only emotions that the Russian didn't pick up on were the ones that Yuuri wanted to show him the most. "Are you okay, Yuuri?" Viktor asked. Yuuri sat up straight and nodded. "I'm fine. Of course I'm fine." He sighed. "Wh-why wouldn't I be?" He asked. Viktor laughed his short, sweet laugh, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

"Yuuri, I have eyes you know. I can see you aren't fine." Viktor smirked. I know you have eyes. They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Yuuri said to himself. He smiled. "I know, Viktor." Yuuri said, looking down at the round piece of silver, not gold, but silver, in his hands. The one thing that constantly reminded him that he would always be second best.

Viktors smile faded. "Then what's wrong?" He inquired. Yuuri thought back to when he was standing on the podiums. Yurio, the Russian Fairy, slightly kicked him, hitting his upper thigh. "Maybe next time, Katsudon." He muttered, his eyes still directed at the cameras. "But say bye-bye to Viktor..." He smirked and then turned to the reporters for questions.

Yurio was the only one besides Phitchit that knew Yuuri's secret, his true feelings for Viktor. The small Russian child wouldn't have even found out if he hadn't broken into Yuuri's room and seen his slightly embarrassing posters...

"Yuuri?" Viktor asked again, bringing him back into the now. "What's wrong?" He pried. Yuuri sighed. "Well the Grand Prix Final is over, which means you'll be going back to Russia." Shit. He hadn't really planned on telling the truth. He quickly came up with something. "And, I was just thinking about how we should pack up your things, you know?" Score. "Oh, and when you leave, I guess that means Makkachin will be leaving, too. I'm gonna miss Makk...---" He trailed off as he looked up at Viktor's face. It was a mixed up jumble of sadness and nervousness and confusion. How could he think I would possibly ever be able to leave him? Viktor thought. "Um, Yuuri..." He muttered, suddenly turning red. Yuuri smiled a tiny bit. He couldn't help it. Viktor was too cute when he was embarrassed, although Yuuri didn't know why he would be. "Yes?" Yuuri replied, urging him on. "Well... I was just thinking... if... if I'm going to coach you...    " Viktor stopped to think. He had to word this right. He didn't want to scare off Yuuri. "Well, if I'm going to coach you... I thought that maybe... it would be better if you, you know... came to Russia........ With me." Viktor exhaled. He did it! He had been kept up for nights thinking about this exact moment.

He looked up to see Yuuri wide-eyed and red. Oh no... He thought, Did I just screw this up? Yuuri cleared his throat, finally mustering up the courage to speak. "Like, live in Russia... with you?" He asked. Viktor held his breath. "Yes... With me." he replied. Yuuri was overjoyed. Live with Viktor?! The Russian noticed how Yuuri suddenly lit up, but then quickly composed himself, settling back down. "I... I would love that." Yuuri said. He suddenly panicked. He said the word! Hopefully Viktor wouldn't catch on...   

And he didn't. Of course he didn't.

But he was still happier than he had ever been in his life. Yuuri said yes! He would have to talk to Chris later. Chris was the only one who knew Viktor's true feelings for Yuuri, the ones he had had for a long time, even before that banquet. But, he figured that Yuuri did not share those feelings. Yuuri had blatantly deflected all of Viktor's casual (and not so casual) hints that he... loved... him.

Viktor looked over to see Yuuri shiver and yawn. He was the picture of perfection. He slowly drifted off and soon enough, they were both asleep, Yuuri's head resting on Viktor's shoulder, Viktor's head resting on Yuuri's head. But they both had their hands on that silver medal.