Hiii! Here I go again. Haha, I can never just finish one story before I start the next. So here goes my first Yuri! On Ice fanfic. Most my fan fictions that i write I tend to have an idea of where I'm going with it, or at least a few chapters planned out; however with this one the first chapter is all I have planned what comes next will just be me going with the flow haha. Anyway hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Yuri! on Ice.

Alright! so I finally! got my laptop delivered, after a week of waiting then having them remail it to me, I edited this chapter to repost it. fixed the errors, haha there were many, but chapter two will be up soon! thanks to those who reviewed so far :) hope you continue reading.

Chapter One: Fated

Slowly Yuri sat up from his bed pushing back the covers that were protecting him from the cold fall air that crept in through the open window. He always meant to close it before going to bed, since during the day it needed to be open to air out the stuffy room, but once he got under the covers it was too hard to get up again and close the window. He just had to learn to deal with the pain the cold air caused to his knee, even though it had already been over a year since the accident.

Of course being dressed in only a white T-shirt and his dark blue-plaid boxers didn't help him from the cold, but he couldn't wear pants at night because the restriction on his injury was even more pain he wanted to avoid. As quickly as he could, which wasn't very quick at all, he stood up favoring his right leg and put on his black sweat pants and matching jacket so he could walk down stairs to where his mother and father would be ready to share breakfast.

Yuri's timing was perfect for his mother was just bringing a tray of traditional Japanese breakfast to the table for three.

"Oh good morning Yuri!" His mother said joyfully, "You look well this morning." She smiled at him sweetly with her rosy chubby cheeks. Yuri, who took after his mother more than his father, had to be very careful of how much he ate or else he'd get just as chubby as she was. Of course gaining a bit of wait wasn't a bad thing, but the skater inside of him was always concerned about how much weight he might put on.

"Good morning, mom, dad." He said grimacing through the little shocks of pain as he tried to sit down. The first few minutes of the day were always the worst, for his muscles had tightened over night and he had to walk it out to get the blood pumping through his knee. But first was breakfast.

"It snowed a little last night, so be careful on your walk in case of ice." His father warned nonchalantly. At first his parents didn't like him going out alone, but once he could go without a cane they felt a little better. Plus his doctor had said walking as much a possible would be great for his injury, though he would never get full range of motion in his leg he could achieve an almost normalcy to it.

"I will." Yuri nodded thanks as he picked up his chopsticks and began eating the delicious food his mother had cooked. It was still early, just before sunrise so the house was quiet. The hot spring hadn't been opened yet, so none of the customers were up either. The three of them ate happily in silence. Once he was done with breakfast he respectfully laid his chopsticks on top of his rice bowl and stood trying not to wince.

"Thank you mother, I'll be back in a bit."

Leaving the table he walked to the side door of the house that only the family members used, it lead to the back roads around town. Yuri sat on the half wooden step before the door to put on his walking shoes, the were special therapeutic shoes with soft squishy arches to help with his injury. He tied the laces tight and stood using the wall for support then grabbed his outer coat that hung on the wall. Now ready, he left the house and shut the door behind him, hands in his pockets he slowly walked the empty snow powdered roads.

His morning walk led down the river road, which hadn't frozen over yet, but it had only been the first snow of the year, it would definitely be frozen by the end of the month. This road was for bikes and pedestrians only, so it wasn't normally too busy but this early in the morning it was empty, depressingly so. Though honestly he much preferred it empty like this, he hated people to watch him as he limped ever so slightly. During his slow and steady walk however his muscles loosened and his strides smoothed, luckily just as he came into the more busy street. The shops on main street were just opening up, but Yuri still walked the back, very hilly, roads behind them. People, who were just waking up, began to walk about all still a little sleepy, but very polite nevertheless. Yuri had grown up in this town so he greeted every one kindly, but every since his accident everyone looked at him with pity and he hated the sadness he saw in their eyes. He wanted to be treated normal, the accident and his injuries had already taken away so much from him, he didn't want to be special.

At the top of the hill was the ice rink, his second place of work, still closed at the moment. A childhood friend of his ran the place with her husband, and they never opened before the triplets went to school. It was Yuri's habit to walk all the way up the hill then back down to the hot spring to begin his day work. Of course this morning habit meant he took this walk four times a day, but the doctor did say that walking was good for his leg and health.

Yuri placed his hand on the railing that protected the parking lot from speeding crashing cars and sighed, even though he still spent so much time in the rink cleaning it wasn't the same. Still he turned and headed back down the now busying street toward home. He had gotten used to his little routine so that this walk no longer made his knee ache so long as he paced himself, but his mother always made sure that he wouldn't overwork himself during the day.

Going back in the way he came, luckily he had managed to avoid conversation with people on the street and with his parents, he went straight up the stairs to his bedroom to change into his work clothes.

Keeping on the white T-shirt but putting on a short sleeved, deep blue colored yukata top tying the sleeve flaps with white ribbon and a deep green obi around his waist, dark -almost black- plants, and finally his glasses. His glasses made him look younger and slightly nerdy but without them it was hard to see detail and to read, so they were required for work.

Leaving his room he exited through the house and into the employee section of the bathhouse. Above the employee section, kitchen, and the all-else store rooms; were the guest rooms for the overnight customers. Though now that winter was approaching there would be less business coming in.

Meeting his mother in the store room where they stocked all towels, blankets, yukatas for the guests, and a whole matter of other things, he leaned against the open sliding door.

"Need any help?" Yuri asked seeing his short plump mother grabbing new sheets from the top shelves while she already had towels tucked in her arm.

"Oh, no, that's fine dear, why don't you go see what your father needs help with. I've got this, just going to air out the empty rooms and change the sheets." His mother than shooed him away and he obediently made his way to the entrance of the hot spring, where his father maned the front desk for incoming customers.

"Dad can I help you with anything?" Yuri approached from the front of the desk leaning one elbow on the wooden top counter.

His father smiled at him. "Well sure! You could take my spot here." His father moved from behind the front desk. "I need to go do some maintenance in the boiler anyway." Yuri nodded, his father was quite handy with the boiler and pretty much all the pluming for the whole hot spring. They had gone through many maintenance men and plumbers, though they weren't necessarily bad at their jobs it was just easier for his father to learn it and become familiar with the weak points of the hot spring and building. But still he sighed as his father walked away and to the back of the spring, Yuri took the tall chair behind the counter.

There, shlumped onto the wooden counter top, he held the fort for the better part of the afternoon. There were still a good number of people coming in, some locals who stopped for a minute to chat with him before going into the baths. Though the true brunt of the customers wouldn't come until evening time, the best time for bathing. Luckily, Yuri wouldn't have to be here to handle the craze of evening rush. He just had to wait until 4'o'clock, which was usually when he'd be relieved to go to the rink for his second job, his evening job. It was also for a late lunch/early supper, which he was always ready for after such a long day with only water and a few rice cakes to hold him over. Although eating less often helped him keep his weight down, he was growing a little skinnier with the lack of food and with no muscles from regular exercise. His body was just skin and bone now, barely any fat.

Sighing he rested his head on the cold wood, his raven black hair toppling over his eyes, his glasses going askew a little. Just as his eyes opened he saw his sister, Mari, walking up to him, her hair up messily looking disheveled. She wasn't a girl that worried about girly things such as appearance.

"Yuri, at least try to look alive." She teased, "well anyway, you can go get ready for the rink and eat your lunch. I got it from here." His sister, who was 7 years older than him, worked at the hot spring as well. Though for right now he assumed it was because she had just recently had a bad breakup with her ex and was hermit-ing at home. Mari was dressed in similar uniform to Yuri and was already pushing him aside to get her register ready for the evening customers. Yuri hated the stupid outdated machine so he refused to use it, which sometimes made things hard, but luckily most of the customers used cash.

"Where's dad? Haven't seen him since this morning." Yuri asked a little concerned. Normally his dad would be the one to come relieve him, Mari like to work the night shift of the hot spring.

"He's taking a nap, getting old can be hard." She teased, at her parents who were not in earshot, making Yuri smirk with a silent giggle. He and his sister got along well enough, and she was one of the only ones who didn't treat him any different, which he greatly appreciated.

Trying not to laugh he went back through the side half of the hot spring and then through the employee half back into the house and back up the stairs. Going up stairs wasn't all too tricky, it was the going down for some reason that made it harder on the scarred tissue of his knee. He undressed from his uniform and got into a comfortable pair of black pants, putting on a long sleeve gray shirt instead of the white-t, took off his house socks and slid on long thermal socks, finally grabbing his black and gray jacket that zipped up the front. He kept his glasses on. Going back down stairs he left the house the way he had this morning, putting on his therapeutic shoes yet again.

The hot sun had been shining all afternoon so the snow that had fallen late last night had now melted leaving only tiny puddles along the roads. The air was still very cold though, Yuri put his hands in his pocket trying to protect them from the cold. Keeping to his normal route he looked about the hilly town he had grown to love. Yuri thought back to when he was a young teenager wanting nothing more than to get out of this town and become a gold medalist. Back then he had only been skating for a little while, but he had already idolized the new rising star, Viktor Nikiforov. A beautiful skater, and extremely attractive to boot. Yuri had followed everything about Viktor ever since back then, well that was until recently. It was too painful to even watch Viktor skate knowing he himself would never be able to again.

Yuri had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realized that he had already walked to the grocery mart, or more so behind the mart. Shaking his head he made his way around the building going in through the front sliding glass doors. Lately he kept getting the same thing each day he had to work at the rink. Simple, ready to cook, noodles and a water. He always ate them wishing for something with more flavor then just then cheap brand microwave noodles, but at the same time he didn't feel worthy of good food. Paying with his loose change from his wallet he left and walked, head down, the rest of the way to the rink.

The parking lot was about halfway filled, a pretty good turn out for a week day. Yuri made his way through the front but used his employee key for the side entrance, he would be able to eat his lunch in the break room then head out with his worker tag to begin his duties of cleaning and working the food register.

Even with a good handful of people it was pretty slow, everyone mostly kept to themselves, and those that knew Yuri and his situation did their best to not make eye contact.

Yuri had been the best ice skater this town had ever seen, skilled, diligent, persistent in practice, and above all devoted to his art. Though he never made it to nationals, mainly because of his stage fright, he always goofed up all his jumps when skating in front of thousands of people. Then when his accident happened, the doctors were concerned if he'd ever be able to walk normally, let alone skate. Yuri had worked so hard this past year just to get where he was, but he wasn't any closer to skating. However, regardless of this fact, secretly, for the past two weeks, he had been putting on a pair of skates just to glide about on the ice for a little after everyone else had left.

Yuri was busy vacuuming up a portion of the purple and gold carpets, thinking about each previous night he was able to glide along the ice clinging to the walls and wishing he could do more, when his childhood friend and boss came up to him. Yuko smiled at him and waved.

"Still working hard I see." Yuko spoke once Yuri had turned off the vacuum. Her brown hair up in a ponytail as usual when at work.

"Of course, can't fall behind and let this place get trashed." Yuri smiled back, both of them, plus Yuko's now husband Takeshi, were all once students of the Ice Castle. Yuri and Yuko had both been big fans of Viktor's too, so they always had a strong bond of friendship.

"Well, would you mind taking a break for just a minute so I can talk to you?" Yuko, still smiling, sounded a little more serious than she usually does so Yuri leaned the vacuum up against the wall while he followed her to the rink office that controlled the music and lights.

"Everything alright?" Yuri was actually becoming nervous. Yuko normally was never this serious unless it was something really important. Suddenly Yuri began to worry that something had happened to his father, his dad doesn't normally take afternoon naps like he had. "Is my father alright?" Yuri asked quickly becoming scared. Yuko blinked at him in confusion.

"Yes, oh gosh! No, its nothing like that!" She threw up her hands shaking away his worries. "I'm sorry, no I just wanted to talk about you skating." Yuko smiled reassuringly. Yuri blinked then looked at her confused. How had she known he was skating at night, after closing up the rink. "We do have cameras Yuri. It's part of my job to look over the night footage to make sure nothing happened while no one was here. So I've gotten to see your progress and I wanted to see you skate again."

Yuko was and had always been his best friend, he could never hide anything from her so he just sighed in defeat. "It was supposed to be a secret from everyone." Yuri leaned against the wall taking the weight of his right knee. "It still gets in the way." He said looking down at his leg.

"Yuri, I bet you're doing better than you think. Just put on your skates and show me what you can do!" Yuko clapped her hands together joyfully. Yuri looked at her uncomfortably, he wasn't sure he was ready to skate in front of anyone, his movements were still clumsy and he couldn't do any jumps yet, partially because he was too scared. Definitely not while the rink was still open, to boot. But perhaps if it was for Yuko he may be confident enough to show her what he had gotten so far, they were after all childhood friends, and she had never treated him less now that he had a crippling injury.

"Well if it's just you, I'll try once the rink is closed." Yuri said looking at the ground feeling self conscious.

"That won't do!" Yuko said standing firm. "You know I have to get back to the girls before their bedtime, so now is the only time. Besides there aren't that many people tonight, or well most of them have left anyway. I think I only saw two boys out there." Just to make sure Yuko turned to look at the three screens that displayed the camera angles, and sure enough there were only two teenage looking boys skating about on the ice. " I doubt they'll even stay long."

Yuri didn't know what to say. He really didn't want to skate with people watching, he knew he wasn't even close to being okay or back to normal when he got on the ice and he didn't want the humiliation of people watching every time he failed. But it would be nice to know if he was even any good like this, and Yuko was his best friend, he could trust her not to laugh at him. So he sighed in defeat yet again.

"You could always talk me into anything." Yuri smiled slightly. She was always getting him into trouble, but she was always there for him no matter what.

Yuko brightened and they made their way out of the box and to the skate closet, Yuri waited at the open window counter while Yuko went back to retrieve his skates. He had know Yuko kept his good skates but he didn't know where so for the last two weeks he had just been using whatever pair was available. So when Yuko came out with his old but still good white and gold skates he couldn't help but smile. There were so many good memories in those special skates, it seemed only fitting to have them on now while he was going to skate for the first time in front of people for over a year and a half.

Nervously he walked with Yuko to one of the benches so he could switch from his therapeutic shoes to the skates. They had gone unused for such a long time that they felt stiff on his feet, the laces hardened and would probably break soon but they should hold up fine for tonight. Yuri stood feeling butterflies flap hard in his stomach, it was different now that he knew someone would be watching. Yuko walked beside him just in case his knee decided collapse as he took to the ice. His knee was only pulsing slightly with pain, but he ignored it as he gently glided onto the nice following the wall for most of the first lap. Yuri did his best not to get the attention of the two teenage boys but he could see then snickering at him and it made him all the more nervous, but then he saw Yuko wave encouragingly at him and he smiled feeling his confidence rise just a smidgen.

As the background music switched to a song Yuri actually liked he did his best to get lost in the notes. His feet glided like they were flying though not with as much grace as he once had, still he was already showing up the two boys just by taking laps around the rink. As his heart opened and his mind closed he let the rest of his body get lost in the music, dancing and moving smoothly. He kept most of his weight off his right leg and when he shifted weight his stride glitched only a little, but that would be expected. Some of the muscles around Yuri's knee were too scarred to heal correctly, but he had already made more progress than the doctors or anyone else had expected him to.

The music slowly began to rise, the bass pumping a little louder as the beat picked up speed. Yuri's heart raced as he skated in time to the music forgetting all for just a few moments, letting everything around him fall away. So much so he didn't notice the figure hiding under a hat walk in and sit near Yuko, nor did he feel the figure's piercing blue eyes watch him with intensity. Everything was going so well, not perfectly but well, that he began to get a bit of confidence back in himself and perhaps a bit of determination. As the song got closer to the ending Yuri decided he wanted to see how far he could push himself, he had yet to fall and perhaps was becoming to full of himself. It didn't help that this song was a song which used to get him so pumped with energy back when he practiced regularly. But he had gotten too ahead of himself, for as he lifted off the ground to do a simple toe-spin jump, he knew right away that it was the wrong choice. Too much pressure on his knee for the lift off had scared him when he felt the sharp twinge, so instead of landing proper he stuck out his hands to catch himself as he came crashing to the ice. Trying to put all his weight on his hands was also a mistake, his hand slipped on the ice his wrist bending painfully, his right foot -without thought- tried to compensate but the scar tissue couldn't handle the pressure and Yuri felt a pop in his knee. He bit his lip hard to try and keep from crying out in pain as he landed and laid out defeated on the ice.

For a long moment everything was silent, Yuri couldn't even hear the music for his heart pumped too loudly in his ears, but then he hear Yuko at his side.

"Yuri, you okay?!" Yuko put her hand on his shoulder as he clenched his fist hitting the ice in frustration as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to burn from his eyes. Yuri hung his head, his knee burned with pain but more than that his pride was shot down hard. How could he have thought he was ready for something like that? He was a fool, a prideful fool that would cost him whatever progress he had made these last two weeks.

Shrugging off her hand a little harshly and took a slow minute to stand up keeping all weight off his knee. "I'm fine." Yuri spat through clenched teeth, the pain was not going away which usually it only lasted for a few moments, but this had been a serious fall unlike the others he had taken recently. Using the wall he steadied himself and pushed off to get off the rink. Focusing hard on not putting too much weight on his leg he didn't realize that he was coming right up next to the boys who had stopped to watch Yuri skate.

"Great skating out there." The first one mumbled sarcastically, snickering to his friend.

"Yea, I especially liked the fall." The second one laughed out loud without regard for any of Yuri's feelings. "So much skill. Could you teach me?" The two boys left the rink area laughing loudly to each other. Obviously neither knew who Yuri was or about his situation.

Yuri glared hard at their backs wishing nothing more than to take the blades from his skates and chuck them into their backs just to cause them any sort of pain on the level he felt right now both physically and emotionally. He leaned against the waist high wall so he could lift himself onto the carpeted floor, Yuko was close behind him not hovering but present. Yuri took short breaths trying to stay calm. He had tripped before, and his knee had popped before but this was the first time he had fallen so hard like that on the ice. It hurt a lot more than he expected but he wouldn't let it get to him.

"Try not to let it get to you." A soft gentle voice spoke, a voice he knew but didn't recognize. Yuri hadn't even realized someone had walked up to him, but he could see their fancy black shoes just at the corner of his eye. Slowly he raised his head to look up at this stranger, only to have his heart stop in his chest.

Never had he expected to see those clear ice blue eyes looking at him from not three feet away. Despite wearing a black hat to try and hide his features, that undeniable silver hair shined bright in the low light of the Ice Castle. Yuri's heart all but stopped for a long moment then picked up intense speed as his mind circled back.

"Most unskilled skaters are eager to knock down other skaters who show potential. Though you have a long way to go I can see great untapped skill in your movements, if you keep disciplined and practice often I'm sure I'll see you at the Gran Prix Series." Viktor smiled kindly his expression sincere, unknowing of everything Yuri had already been through in the past.

Yuri was caught off guard by his idol standing in front of him, by the soothe sound of his voice, and by the gentle smile that crinkled in the corners of his eyes. So much so he hadn't caught what Viktor had said until a few silent moments later. His eyes widen and watered. 'Untapped', 'keep disciplined', the words felt like knives into his heart. His biggest idol, the person he looked up to most, thought him nothing but an unskilled noob, no better than a fool. Yuri could feel his heart shrinking back inside himself as he realized all of what just happened. Viktor, the Viktor Nikiforov, had seen him fail miserably on the ice, the one place they both loved. If Yuri had imagined them meeting anywhere he had hoped it would have been as equals on the ice, not in this pathetic state. Not with his crippling injury. Yuri's heart broke into a million pieces, his face contorting in pain as he sucked in a sharp breath while tears began to flow down his face. Embarrassed further he quickly pushed past Viktor limping away towards the exit, completely ignoring the pain and forgetting that he was still wearing his skates.

"Yuri! Wait!" Yuko called after her tormented friend, quickly passing an apologetic glance to Viktor. She hurried after Yuri through the glass door where he was leaning against the wall next to the exit frantically trying to pull the skates off through tear stricken vision. He didn't look up as she came closer.

"Yuri, are you okay?" Yuko voice was only filled with concern as she slowly approached Yuri as though he were a small animal, she knew well enough that he was sensitive about people seeing him cry and that when he was crying he was too emotional to be rational.

"Get away!" Yuri snapped through tears as he glared at her with misdirected rage.

"Yuri, that fall was ba-" Yuko tried to press as she watched him rip off the right skate and throw it to the ground. Yuri interrupted before she could finish.

"Be quiet!" He squeezed his eyes closed as though trying to forget it happened before he started pulling at the shoelaces of his left skate.

Yuko swallowed trying to not take offense.

"Yuri, Viktor doesn't know. Please don't take it to heart.." Yuko tried to reassure her hurt friend. But the sharp look he shot her as he pulled off the other skate and threw that one too told her it was the wrong thing to say.

"I should have know. You set it up somehow." The anger fell from his face and was replaced by heart break. " I didnt know you could be so cruel.." His voice was a soft very broken whisper as he turned his shoulder and limped out of the front doors without shoes to protect his feet from the cold only his thermal socks. Yuko didn't have the heart to chase after him so she sighed and turned back to go explain things to Viktor.

Yuko found Viktor in the same spot she had left him only now with his arms crossed in irritation. He looked up at her as she approached, his smile said he was patiently waiting but the glint in his eyes showed he wasn't feeling so patient.

"I'm so sorry." Yuko bowed an apology, Viktor lifted his hand in response waving it gently.

"Its alright, is he okay?" He asked sincerely. Yuko sighed and fidgeted for a moment, she wasn't sure it was her place to say but what other option was there.

"Um yes and no." Yuko looked back at Viktor to see him raise an eyebrow. She knew Yuri would hate her for telling Viktor all this, but if anyone was going to see the part of Yuri she saw, the part that still battled everyday to be the skater, no to be the man, he was before the accident; then they had to know all that Yuri had been through. They had both idolized Viktor for the longest time, and now she saw that Yuri had a chance to be great on the ice again, but he would never talk to Viktor again with what just happened so she saw this as the only way. "You see, Yuri is probably your biggest fan. Ever since he saw you win the gold in the juniors he's been skating ever chance he got, trying to be better with the goal of one day skating on the same ice as you."

"You mean to say he's been skating that long as still hasn't gotten any better?" Viktor's eyebrows raised again in a sort of mocking surprise. Yuko threw her hands up in defense of her best friend.

"No, no." She said frantically waving her hands. "I mean yes he's been skating that long, but he was actually the best skater in all of Japan until last year." Viktor looked surprised, but how could he not be after seeing how poorly Yuri skated not 10 minutes ago. "You see, early last year, just before the sakura trees bloomed, Yuri was in a terrible accident." Yuko sighed then took a deep breath preparing to tell the story.

"Yuri always spent every spare moment skating and practicing and keeping in shape anyway he could. He loved it more than anyone I've ever met. So, per usual, Yuri was here skating late that night. If he's going to be here late I usually trust him with the spare keys so he can lock up afterward. That night was one of those cases, so it must have been close to midnight when he left the Ice Castle. The normal route he takes home is usually a 30 minute walk, so Yuri went to take the bridge instead cutting his walk in half. Normally its too busy to walk but he must have thought that late at night it would be okay. " Yuko took a shaky breath remembering that night like it had just happened. She could feel her heart racing as she thought back on it all. "Well a packing truck came by and must have spun on ice, or not seen Yuri, or perhaps he was drunk driving. Either way he crashed hard and swerved off the bridge side into the water, hitting Yuri head on. Thank god Yuri wasn't thrown into the water but landed on the side bank, somehow he survived but the driver didn't." Yuko paused again thinking about that morning call she got about Yuri being unconscious in the hospital, no one thought he would make it.

"Many of his bones had broken, but his right leg had gotten the full brunt of the impact. His knee was shattered and his leg was broken in five different places. His left arm was pretty bad too from the fall, and his shoulder had been dislocated. A few broken ribs, a fractured skull, horrible cuts and bruises." Tears filled Yuko's eyes as she remembered how horrible he looked laying in the hospital bed all banged up and in a coma. "Needless to say he was unconscious in the hospital for weeks. Then nearly 5 months of physical therapy before he could be sent home, after a bunch of surgeries for his injuries. They told him he would never be able to skate again for the rest of his life, so he should just take things easy. But for Yuri skating was his life." Yuko looked at Viktor proud of her best friend, he had come so far after so much. "Ever since he's been home he's been doing everything he can just to get back on the ice. I-I asked you to come out here, after I found out about your vacation, because I wanted you to see how much passion he has for skating. If you could only help him see with time and help, he just might be able to compete again."

Viktor watched her silently and listened well to the whole story his face never changing until she was completely finished. His vacation to Japan was supposed to be secret, a quick retreat to relax before going into another season of competition, yet somehow her three girls had found out. With their help she emailed him begging to see if he would come help Yuri. Finally she got him to agree to come watch one of his secret practices, she just didn't think it would go that badly.

Viktor took a slow breath and relaxed his arms from their crossed position. "If he does want to skate competitively, that's his decision to make, also if he wants my help too. However I have gravely hurt someone who loves the ice as much as I do, according to you, so I shall at the very least go apologize." Viktor winked as Yuko as he walked out of the skate arena and back to the parking lot where his silver Honda awaited. Yuko bowed, relief flowing form out of her every pour, thanking the leaving figure of Viktor's back knowing that Yuri would be in good hands.

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well that's the end of chapter one, hope you liked it. Please, please, please let me know what you thought or I'll loose confidence and abandoned this story. I don't want that haha