Autumn

Quietly

Blending in with the cold landscape, Yubileyniy Sport Palace seemed to emit a certain warmth despite the harsh Russian climate. Curving across the ground, light grey walls told distant stories in the vast crevices. Although the complex design seemed unnecessary for the purpose, the architecture was still something to be acknowledged and respected. Snow dusting the earth, it seemed a picturesque moment, a rarity. The sight was in fact very common as the ice rink never changed and the Russian weather was....predictable.

Red hair illuminated the snowed covered ground. A vivid contrast to the bleak environment, crimson waves danced across the frozen canvas. Mila's expression was neutral, eyes focused only on the doors to the rink in which she entered everyday. There was nothing special about today, no reason to pay attention to her surroundings, only content to walk towards her destination with nothing but her thoughts for company.

Pushing open the glassed double doors, Mila was instantly bombarded by the chaotic symphony that starred a certain Ice Tiger and, most often, the skating power couple themselves. Prolonged exposure to her rink mates allowed Mila to continue towards the warzone without flinching, the screaming a normal event.

In fact, the fiery haired Russian pondered whether it would be more concerning to hear silence coating the rink. Yes, that'd definitely be more concerning. If there was ever silence then Yuri had finally killed old scatterbrains. Or maybe Victor had killed Yuri? Whatever the cause for the imaginary silence, somebody would be dead because silence was not a thing that just occurred.

Shaking her head in slight amusement, Mila came out of her thoughts and attempted to piece together today's argument.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU'RE DISGUSTING OLD MAN!"

Ah. It appeared that PDA seemed to be the main cause for anger yet again. In Yuri's defence, Victor's idea of coaching seemed to involve a lot more inappropriate comments, touches and looks than what was deemed normal and acceptable. Ever since Yuuri moved from Japan to Russia in order to be able to spend more time with Victor, the couple had been the main focus of the blonde's emotional outbursts. Victor was a very public person- his idea of romance was draping himself over his newly wedded husband and makingpublic love declarations left, right and centre.

"You know what? I'm done here, no point wasting energy on a lost cause when I could practice instead." With that the 21 year old stormed off, blonde hair whipping over his shoulders.

Far used to this behaviour, Mila raised an eyebrow as the Russian neared her. "Oh Yurio, whatever did they do?" Dodging the swift kick that followed her question, Mila stared at him expectantly.

Yuri shuddered slightly. "I caught Victor balls deep in Katsuki, Mila. Balls deep. In the locker room." Eyes crinkling in distaste at the memory, Yuri turned and headed to the edge of the rink, stopping only to remove his skate guards.

Shaking her head, Mila glanced towards the smitten husbands, only sighing slightly when she discovered they were lip locked yet again. The sound of blades sliding over ice filled the air, a momentary lapse evidence of a jump. A dull thud was heard followed by frustrated Russian swearing. Looking into the rink with concern, Mila watched the Russian Ice Tiger pull himself to his feet and set off once more. Curious as to what he was up to, she wandered towards the rink edge and watched from the barrier.

Looping back round once more, Yuri seemed oblivious to his audience of one as he launched himself from the cunning safety of the ice. Position near perfect, the blonde growled as he attempted to execute the flip. Oh, now things made sense. Mila sighed as soon as she realised that the Russian Fairy wanted to complete a quad flip. The stubborn boy refused to ask Victor for any help, instead preferring to practice ruthlessly, playing by the limited mercy of the ice. Landing awkwardly, Yuri slipped sideways and skidded onto his face.