In My Ice (Eyes) (Yuzuru x Reader)

Ice Memory

A cold surface above the ground layered in thin flakes of frost and ice looking reflecting the rays of the perfect morning sun. The eerie yet satisfying sound of the blades that gently scratch the frozen lake echoes in my ear as I walk right through the tall pine trees. The figure glides gracefully looked unclear, but I felt mesmerized.

As I walked a little closer towards it, my heart pounded harder than it was before, the appearance of the figure begins to come into my vision with the feeling of anxiety and anticipation running in my veins.

The person skillfully skated without hesitation as he quickens his speed right before his shoe pricked the ice and he jumped with the look of much determination and power. He leaped so high that it looked as if he had grown wings of his own to stay in the air whilst spinning and lands clean back to the surface of the frozen lake.

It took me a while to realize I am acting like a creepy stalker, but I can't seem to rip my eyes off of him, but before I could look away, his eyes caught mine. Shocked, my body froze in its place as he stood there staring, I felt paralyzed, nervous, excited, and uncomfortable. To my surprise, he made his way to me looking concerned.

"貴方は どなた ですか" ( Who are you?), seemingly to address me in a friendly but exhausted tone. With my very little knowledge in Japanese, I responded in English hoping he'd understand I couldn't interpret what he said.

" I'm sorry? " His eyes widened towards my reply and coughed to clear his throat.

" Forgive me, I thought you were Japanese. " I grew pleasantly surprised and relieved knowing he speaks some english.

" Nah, It's okay. " Trying to sound casual, " In fact, I think I should be the one apologizing for being a disturbance. "

" That's alright, I'm used to being watched. " He cringed, which I'm assuming people do stalk him, which also explained why he looked nervous when he saw me.

" I'm Yuzuru Hanyu. " Holding out his hand in front of me with a big kind smile. I gladly reached out to him and replied, " Nice to meet you, my name is *y/n* Rakushou. "

He raised one of his brows inspecting my name as if I'm suspicious, " So you are Japanese..."

" Oh, I am half-Japanese, but born in England. "

" Pardon me, young lady, would you like a cup of tea? " He spoke in a broken British accent with a splash of japanese while bowing his head at me. His little joke left me giggling, feeling giddy like a child.

" Oof, you know that's actually quite offensive right? "

" Oh, sorry, I was just-, I mean..*sigh* " I know it's wrong of me to think so but he looks very adorable depressed.

I felt guilt for making him depressed so I tried cheering him up a bit, but..." I mean, drinking tea is actually what we and our queen does on a daily basis so your not exactly wrong, afterall this stereotype has been going on for a very long time so you don't really have to feel bad about it. Other than that I'm pretty sure you didn't mean it cause as a british myself I don't mind that joke, if it wasn't a joke in the first place why would they call it joke? Speaking of jokes, did you know 'butt' is a measuring unit for 125 US gallons when it comes to wine and whiskey casks? I know it's not a joke but I think it's funny knowing that it's a real thing existing in the real world, I'm pretty sure that's the reason why 'buttload' was made, not only that- "

" You sure talk a lot " I see him chuckling behind his arm.

I stood silent again and the temperature in my face rose rapidly pushing me to the brink of embarrassment as I have made a fool of myself again like every other single time. I squat down to my knees and lightly screamed for my foolishness. I felt like I never should have tried talking in the first place.

Out of the blue I felt him patt my head and whispered " 君, 可愛い" ( you, are cute ) despite not being able to speak japanese, I still grew up with a japanese parent, therefore I understood his simple words and I can't help but let my heart leap, such cliche words aren't something I'd say about myself, yet being at this lake with him only makes me want to ignore all those individuals judging me. All I could think of is how charming he is, thus the start of my blooming love.

-TIME-LAPSE-

Three weeks, three weeks are seconds to me. I need more time, I need a lifetime, this can't be happening. Our time spent together is merely a few seconds to me, I need more time, please. To me, you are life, you are something, no, someone I can't bear to not live with.

Why? Give me a reason why? I have no one, no family, no friends, no home, you were my last hope to continue breathing.
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It has been Three weeks since you came to visit him. Every single day became a ray of sunshine to you. Your laughs and smiles were genuine, your conversations are your treasures, his skating practices are your secrets. She has never fallen in love once, now she has fallen multiple times. You sometimes even wonder if this is you, what had happened to the lost girl? Do you think she finally gave up in being her? did she finally found herself again, or maybe she decided to change for the better and let the past go.

Whatever choice that lost girl did was no longer any of your business.

You had a dream, bigger and better than any dream she could ever ask for. You were skating together with Yuzuru, on a big stage without anybody watching. The spotlight concentrated on the two, gliding, you both finally met in the middle, holding each other's hands as they begin to waltz on ice. Space is no longer in between, you two closed their eyes and set off to their bright future.

Unfortunately for you, he left. He left without saying goodbye. You thought something was up on the very last day they met. He was spacing out more than often. You took the courage to ask him what was going on, but he brushed off your question only to gaze back into the setting sun where the light illuminates him and you. Slowly he krept his hand to interwine with yours keeping the silent atmosophere, due to his romantic action, you became oblivious to Yuzuru's feelings deep inside, concealed by the calming look on his face. Otherwise, he'd hate to see the look on her face and will despise himself for a very long time if he were to ever see a tear fall down on his precious lady. He knew he would regret his decisison, but he had faith of what would come later on in the far future.

By the next day, you woke up with a warm atmosphere surrounding her with the snow starting to melt. Most things outside have gone wet and soggy. You could only feel tears blurring your vision, by all cost you'd do anything to bring him back, but you couldn't do anything. You were helpless.

*How would you react if I told you that is your ending? Just messing with you ; )*

5 YEARS LATER

" Mommy! Hungwy! " The adorable pigtailed daughter called me over, complaining about how she needs her energy cereal for breakfast. I could only laugh at how much she resembles me when I was a child.

" はいはい! " ( Yes, yes! ) I replied. My daughter turned on the TV and quickly went to her seat anticipating someone very dear to her, and me.

" Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome our special guest who will be performing a free programme performance. Please give a round of applause for the one and only Japanese 2018 Olympic winner, YUZURU HANYU !" The crowd cheered loudly when my best friend appears, sliding gracefully into the ice.

" Today he will be dancing to the song composed and inspired by his dear wife, 'In My Ice' "

" Papa! " My bunny teethed pigtails exclaimed in delight, clapping her hands together loudly while gleaming into the screen.

" Yup, that's papa alright. " and there nothing more I could ever ask for if it meant being together with him.

THE END

Author's Note:

I hope people enjoyed my sloppy one shot that I decided to write out of a whim. Wish you all the best to anyone reading this. Whether a hater or not, you still pressed on this book which means you had an interest in reading my book, and that lights me up inside.