This is my first Yuri on Ice fic, so I hope you enjoy it! I tried writing a few others, but they didn't flow, until I decided to steal this idea from one of my other fic's. :) I hope you enjoy it, please let me know! Reviews/Comments welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri On Ice or anything to do with it, I'm just messing around in the sandbox.

For the past half an hour, Yuri Katsuki had been staring at his ceiling in a state of shock. He had just finished watching his idol's – Viktor Nikiforov – performing his first Free Skate program of the year. It was entirely new, mesmerizing, and sad. At least that's the feeling that Yuri got from it. He just wished that he could make his audiences feel the same raw emotion that he had experienced. After finishing watching it on his laptop, he laid back on his bed with his arms spread and just went over everything again in his mind, absorbed it and sorted out his feelings.

Yuri had been skating for most of his life, but only had been competing for a few years now. He had been skating for years before he even knew who Viktor Nikiforov was. When he was 12, he saw a performance that changed his life. The only thing he wanted was to become as good as the Russian champion and maybe one day to share the ice with him at the Grand Prix Final. Now, he was almost 18, and he had just started college in Detroit. Not only did he get a full ride to the university, but the real reason he went is because Coach Celestino Cialdini agreed to be his coach and help him get to the Grand Prix Final. That was a major move up for him to have a more professional, well-known coach. It's also where he met Phichit Chulanont, a fellow skater from Thailand who was there for the same reason. They were both enrolled in college as well, so it was nice of him to have a friend.

Sitting up on his bed, Yuri considers for a moment as he looks around the small apartment he moved into with Phichit not too long ago. Luckily it came furnished because neither of them had anything. Standing, he moves across the one bedroom he shares with his friend and sits down at his desk, pulling out a pen and a piece of paper. He's pretty sure this is going to end badly and that he'll never get a reply, but the piece moved him so much that he couldn't help but want to put it down in words, to maybe reach out and offer whatever words of encouragement he could. After a few moments of thought, he puts pen to paper and starts to write out his feelings to his idol, the best he can. He'll certainly be more articulate in writing than in talking, at least.

~oOo~

Oct 28, 2011

Viktor,

I know you probably get a lot of fan mail. You probably won't ever read this. But I just saw your first free skate for the year and it moved me almost beyond words. I've followed your career for the last six years and all of your programs have always been so inspiring, evocative and beautiful. But this one was more than that, it was sad. I've never seen you perform a sad program before. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something that made you sad enough that the only way you could express it was through skating. Sometimes I feel that way, that there are some emotions I can only express through skating.

I forgot to say, I'm also a competitive skater, and I've only been in the Senior men's category for a year now. It's a big step but I look forward to the challenge, and I hope that I can create a program that is even an eighth as emotional as the ones you seem to come up with.

I hope as well that, if there was something that was making you sad, you'll be able to find your way past it or through it. That you have friends or family that you can talk it through with. I know that's what I would do if something was bothering me that much. And if you don't feel that you can talk to them, then if you want you can write me back. Sometimes it helps to talk to a complete stranger, and it's not like I'll be at any competitions with you any time soon.

I'm hoping things will improve for you. So that next year you can create a program that is full of spark, life, and happiness. The kind that will bring me to tears not from sadness but from joy of watching you skate and see your joy radiating from your body. That is what I wish for you. Thank you for being my inspiration. I know I'll never catch up to you, but sometimes the chase is what matters. Good luck with the rest of the season, I look forward to watching your Grand Prix performance, I know you'll make it!

Sincerely,

Yuri Katsuki

~oOo~

Reading it over and over again, Yuri takes a deep breath and finally folds up his letter, putting it in an envelope before pulling over his laptop and after a little searching, he finds an address he can send it to. It's for the skating rink that Viktor uses as his home rink. He still doesn't think the Russian man will ever read it, but he feels better for getting it out.

By the time he gets to the post office and back, his roommate is back and he blushes as he realizes what he just did. A part of him wants to take it back, because he's freaking out a little bit about it now, but another part of him, deep inside, is giving him a pat on the back for being so bold.

"Yuri, welcome back! Is everything ok?" Phichit asks as he looks up from his phone, seeing how red-faced his roommate and friend is. "Are you getting sick?" he asks, immediately getting up and walking over to put the back of his hand on Yuri's forehead.

With a nervous little laugh, Yuri nods a little and pulls Phichit's hand away from his head. "Yeah.. I'm alright, I'm not getting sick. I just.. think I did something sort of stupid..." He groans a little, dropping his face into his hands.

Concerned for his friend, Phichit pulls him over to sit him on the couch and then goes to make some tea for them both. "Take a deep breath, Yuri. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. I know your anxiety always makes you think the worst, but it's probably not that bad. Just tell me what happened." He says in what he hopes is a soothing tone.

Taking a few deep breaths as he leans over on his knees for a few moments, Yuri considers how to say it. "I was watching Viktor Nikiforov's first performance of the year..."

"Of course." Phichit cuts in with a smirk.

"... I finished watching it and it made me feel so sad and lonely, and I just... I wrote a letter. To Viktor. A fan letter. Sort of. I mean, not really. It was more meant to be a comfort." Yuri's speech started to speed up as he got caught up in his storytelling. "But I wrote him a letter. And I sent it. I know he won't ever see it because a skater like him doesn't have time to read all his fan mail or anything, but I still sent it, and what if he sees it? Oh, no, I'm his fellow competitor! What happens if he remembers me, or he sees the letter and then looks me up? What would I do then, he'll see how horrible I am!" His voice raises with his panic, gripping his hand in his hands for a moment before lifting his head to look at Phichit.

Calmly making the tea as he listens, Phichit finally goes over to offer Yuri one of the mugs when he looks up. "Calm down. That was a really brave thing to do, Yuri. But you should relax. You're right, he's not going to see it. You probably won't ever get a reply and if you do, it'll be a generic one from whoever handles his publicity. Viktor won't ever see the letter." He reassures with a little smile, sipping his own tea. "So stop freaking out over nothing. And then show me this new program, I'm interested to see what made you act in such an unusual manner." He says with an encouraging smile.

Drinking his tea after a few moments, Yuri takes a few controlled, deep breaths to calm himself and he nods. "You're right. It's just putting my feelings out there... But he won't see it. Probably no one will see it. Thank you, Phichit." He says with a soft smile, adjusting his glasses before he gets up and comes back with his laptop, sitting down and loading up the program so they can watch it together, and then watch the other skater's as well.