*Yuri's POV*
I at the airport after my big 'performance.' I just want to go home. My coach, who I feel bad for dragging into my shit, was ranting about something, most probably how horrible I did. It might be words of encouragement, but I highly doubt that. We keep on walking through the dull airport, flooding with fangirls, when a special some one catches my eye. The most beautiful man I had ever seen.
*It was a mirror JK I'm sorry*
It was Viktor Nikiforov. I may be gay but I never went as far as this. I just couldn't tear my eyes away from his silky grey hair or his crystal like eyes. My thoughts are starting to sound like they came straight from a fucking fanfic! I glance around and board my plane.
*Time skip cuz the flights boooorrrriiinnngggg, again I'm sorry*
Once I'm home, I open the door, and see hell. My parents are glaring at me and everyone else is arguing about God knows what. I gulp not knowing what to expect. My mom throws me my medication for depression, and my dad slaps my face. WOW WHAT A WONDERFUL GREETING! Did you note my obvious sarcasm? Good. I head up to my room and pop the appropriate amount of pills. I rummage threw a small drawer located nearby my bed and pull out a blood soaked razor. I'm only going to cut a little then get some practice in. I place the razor at the edge of my wrist and dig deep in my flesh. It burns, stings and feels like FUCKING HELL, but it's the only way to stop the need cut myself. I have at least ten new cuts on my arm. I clean myself up and head out.
When I reach the ice rink, I see my old friend, Yuuko closing up. "Hey Yuuko, the ring empty." I say as casually as possible. Yuuko turns back to me and hugs me over the counter. "YURI! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" I laughed as we headed to the ring.
"Hey Yuuko, watch this." I say as I slip gracefully over the ice. I preform the routine Viktor did flawlessly, even though I was sure I was going to fall. Wow... Yuuko looked at me with a look of a amazement or disgust, which I was unsure. "THAT WAS AMAZING!!!" She was holding a phone in her hand. Did she record the whole thing? I don't know. I thank her and go home, crashing as soon as I hit my bed.
*Viktor POV*
THIS KID IS AMAZING! I've had to watch this kid's video at least ten times! I look in the discription. Oh he's from Japan is he? Well I'm going to coach that kid if it's the last thing
Word count: 470 so sorry it's short. I swear I'll update as soon as possible
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Pull Me Up *Vikturi*
Fanfiction(This takes place at the beginning of YOI) Yuri has pretty bad depression. He had just flopped the finals and had to go home to his family, who were watching on TV. If Yuri wasn't depressed enough, his family and the big loss didn't help. He knows h...
