A Song Of Love| | Viktuuri

Chapter XIV

Yuuri had never seen so many people in the ice rink before...

The stands were packed, every seat filled and taken by people from around the area. Everyone sat in their chairs, their gaze on the rink.

Lights pour onto the circular area, illuminating the ice and the skater that stands still in the middle. With his pitch black hair and his brown eyes matched with that outfit... it wasn't hard to understand why most seemed to fall silent.

Yuuri stands still in his pose, his hands up and muscles drawn tight. He was not ready for this performance, the week he had spent training non stop did nothing to help his nerves. He didn't think the amazing performance given by Yurio before this helped much, either.

As his breathing picks up, his mind rushing through everything he needs to remember, moments of the past two weeks flash through his mind.

The hot springs with Viktor. The tea with Viktor. The sleepover with Viktor. The shared smirk as Viktor showed the two their music. The training with Yurio.

Everything flashes through his mind, blurring together and running into a stream of mud that Yuuri found himself holding onto. These past few weeks had been some of the best he had ever had.

With both the hard training and the aching muscles, came hot spring baths with Viktor. Each wince as he shifted slowly with his aching body a worried look from Viktor. Each fall on the ice a helping hand from Viktor. Each stolen glance a caring look from Viktor.

And here... now... is when Yuuri decides if Viktor will stay. Or if he will be ripped away.

If he wins, he gets to keep everything. The warm feeling he gets as he talks to Viktor and the smiles they share. The hours spent together and the laughs that resonate in his mind even now.

If he loses, he if dragged back into the world he did live in. Grey and bland, lonely and sad. Viktor would leave and Yuuri would have to resort to watching his soul mate through a TV screen... once again.

He couldn't let that happen. If he lost this... he would be giving up a part of himself. A part of himself that he couldn't take losing.

So, he would win.

As the music Yuuri has become accustomed to leaked from the speakers, the voices that had introduced him as a skater dying away to silence, Yuuri's body starts to move.

Throwing his hands out and gliding around the ice, Yuuri sneaks a glance over at the one person he was doing this for.

His pork cutlet bowl.

Viktor stood to the side, watching Yuuri intently. As a small smile graced Yuuri's lip Viktor's gaze seemed to harden. Even from so far away Yuuri could hear his soul mate screaming at him to get into the music before it was too late.

Yuuri simply... couldn't. He wanted this so badly but when put to the test he fell short. He had trained just as hard as his competitor had and yet Yurio had done such a good job... Yuuri couldn't ever add up to that...

But he had to find a way to. His Viktor hung in the balance.

With a long, relaxed breath and a change in the music, Yuuri slung his body off of the ice, twisting in the air with grace that amazed the audience. Far more so than the sexualization of the entire thing, Yuuri's movements enthralled the people gathered around the rink. The practice he had put in before this hopefully helped him to charm his way to the top.

After the first jump, Yuuri was off. His mind was completely focused on the performance. Everything else fell away, the smile on his face, the thoughts of failure, the memories he had gathered.

Everything snapped into focus. The music flowing through his ears heightens, connecting itself to his limbs and guiding him as he skates. The ice glistens below him, sparking in his vision. The light above him beat down on the top of his head, sweat forming in his hair. His muscles stretched and bent in movements so familiar he paid no mind to them. He was here to perform, and perform he would do.

Before Yuuri knew it his body came to a standstill. The music dies off, his breathing heavy and his muscles tense from what he had just done.

But...

No one was clapping.

"Yuuri... that was... terrible..." Viktor's voice cut through the silence, his coach skating on the ice towards him. "You misses every jump, and your posture was complete garbage. Do it again!"

Yuuri sighs, his arms falling to side with a huff. The facade he had created falls, revealing the practice room he had only been using for a few hours. He was breathing heavy, and Viktor was standing in front of him with a frown on his pale face. His arms were crossed over his chest, his hair messy from skating, and his blue Yes piercing. He leaned on one foot, watching Yuuri sadly.

"You has no rhythm. No style. It was like you were racing a turtle. You must focus, but keep in mind that the jumps are not everything. No one will watch you if you perform like that." Viktor sighs and shakes his head before moving forwards.

Yuuri sighs and rubs the back of his head. "Sorry sir... it's just-"

"Don't say sorry, and don't call me sir. You have a lot of learning to do and a very short amount of time to do it. So go practice your moves. I can't teach someone who is unwilling to move the way they should. Call Yurio back while you're at it." Viktor's voice was cold, and Yuuri felt his stomach fall at the tone. His brown eyes fall to the floor and don't move from it. He had let Viktor down...

"Y-Yes Viktor..." Yuuri mutters, dejected. He turns from Viktor and glides for the gate. With a frown adorning his face he steps onto the cement, only to be stoped by the same voice that had bashed him down a few seconds before.

"Yuuri... get some sleep. You're tired, anyone can tell. You're daydreaming, just... take care of yourself okay?" Viktor frowns as he watches Yuuri. He was worried about the male, all day he had been off in his own little world...

"Oh... yeah, of course. I'll just go get Yurio and then head home I guess..." Yuuri says without even turning to Viktor. His gaze rises to the room where Yurio was and he makes a B-line for it, not paying any mind to Viktor.

At this rate, he was going to lose his one Love.

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