The Ice Prince // Yuzuvier Fan Fic

Chapter Eight

Yuzuru:

"Okaasan?" I called out when I keyed in the code for our room.

"Yuzuru?" Her head popped around the corner and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my goodness, did I forget about you again?" I gave her a wry smile and she groaned in dismay. "My baby..."

"Okaasan." I said when I reached her, patting her cheeks gently. "I'm fine."

"How did you get back." She asked and for some reason my heart stuttered in my chest. I knew that she tolerated Javier...Javi... because he was a necessary evil for my training, but she could be very ...overprotective when it came to who I spent my free time with. Would she be angry that we'd had lunch together? Probably not, but I didn't want to create any more tension.

"I took a taxi." I lied and I had to swallow hard to keep from coughing.

"You had money with you?"

"Yes." I said breezily and swung my bag over on my shoulder. She reached out and grabbed my arms tightly.

"You look wet...is it raining?" She looked out the large window in the living room of the hotel suite and her mouth pinched. "Come, take some vitamins before you get sick." She tried to lead me towards the kitchen but I held my ground.

"Dakara, daijoubu date." I said with a chuckle and she let me go. "I need to go shower. I smell like sweat."

"I'll make you something warm to eat, OK? Do you want Gyoza soup?" She asked and I paused halfway to my room.

"Please?" I smiled at her and she visibly relaxed. I don't know how I was going to find space in my stomach for more food.

YZ: [You have sent an image]

YZ: This is Gyoza.

JV: Nice...why are they floating in water?

YZ: It's not water. It's soup.

JV: Lies.

YZ: Lying is bad.

I ignored the small stab of guilt I felt for lying to my mother earlier.

JV: Were you still hungry? Why are you eating again?

"Yuzuru." My mother banged her hand on the table. "No phones at the table."

"Gomen." I muttered and got one more dirty look from her as I replied to Javi and quickly turned off my phone.

"Who are you talking to?" She asked. I hummed as I shoved a dumpling in my mouth and chewed as slowly as possible.

"Shoma-kun." She looked like she didn't believe me for a second, but went back to her own bowl of dumplings.

"Is he ready for next season already?" My fellow competitor and countryman Shoma Uno had had a little bit of a setback at the beginning of this season with a minor injury, but when I'd last spoken to him, he'd been determined to be ready for the new skating season in July. This year was important. The Olympics were soon and everyone who dreamed of qualifying were chomping at the bit.

"Shoma is always ready." I mumbled and she nodded.

"You should be training with him." She said stiffly and I ignored her, shoveling another dumpling in my mouth.

I was in the living room, filling out forms for my school application when my phone started buzzing loudly. I took a peek at it and when I saw it was my publicist, I groaned.