Victuuri Shorts

"Sick" Days in Hatsestsu

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Yuri's POV
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    “--Not quite, Yuri.  You’re close, but I'm not getting the whole seduction vibe.”  The man says in his thick Russian accent. I jerk my weight and swerve to the left side of the rink.

Damn, I'm beat..

I dip down to rub my aching calves.

    “But, I'm doing it correctly, right?”  I reply, wiping sweat from my forehead.  I push my bangs back, sighing.

    “Yes, but the emotion your giving off is just as important as your preformance.”  Victor explains, not looking the least bit irritated considering how many times we went over it.  Victor pushed off one foot and skidded across the ice in one sudden movement. “Sexual love, one drowns in it.”  Victor reminded me, doing his own preformance as an example.

(I leave that to your imagination ;P)

O-oh wow.. Is he trying to get me to stare??

I pretend not to look so interested, and glance away.  It only seemed like moments later that when I looked back over Victor was standing only a couple feet away.  I jump and yelp quietly. I rest my forearms on the borders of the rink, facing him.

    “--Did I frighten you?”

    “N-no, I'm just startled..”  I say quickly.

    “So, do you think you'll be able to skate to that?”

    “Uh.. well..”

I wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying, and now I was off guard and dumbfounded.  “W-well.. I don't know.”

I could feel my face burning from the uneasiness.

Victor’s smile seem to slowly fade by my reply.  “B-but,” I say quickly, “I'll give it all I got.”

    “Great!”  Victor exclaims, smiling.  “Let's take a break, maybe tomorrow you'll be able to find your eros.”

    “My eros..”  I repeat to myself.  Victor looks over his shoulder at me.

    “Yeah, that's right.  You understand, don't you?”

I nod, and slowly skate over beside him.

    “Victor?”

    “Yes, Yuri?”

    “What is eros to you?”

    “Oh, that's easy.  It's a feeling.”

    “Y-yes, of course.”

That didn't help very much..

Victor seemed to see the stress written all over my face.

    “Come on, Yuri.  Let's go back.”

As I followed Victor out of the rink, I reached out and took his hand.  Victor flinched and pulled away.

    “Oh! I-I’m sorry-- I didn't know what I was doing.. or really thinking--  I.. ah...”

    “It's fine,”  Victor said, giving me a soft smile, his cheeks tinting a light pink.  “You startled me, that's all. Your hands are freezing.”

..and maybe if my hands were warmer, would he hold hands with me?

    “Let's get something to eat.”  I suggest, changing the subject.