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If you don't like blood then I strongly recommend that you skip this chapter.

We had our school eisteddfod today and it was great, we came second which is a pain in the ass because our Llys hasn't won for 51 years lmao. Anyway, it's like my favourite event but for some reason they had it Christmas time this year instead of in march and it's completely thrown us off track because traditionally the eisteddfod is around march time so meh.

Also I haven't read over this so I hope it makes sense hududhhdh.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy!

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Yuuri didn't expect this. He didn't expect it at all. He hated this. He had no idea what to do.

When Viktor asked him to be his boyfriend, and when Yuuri accepted his offer, of course he didn't expect everything to be perfect after. Of course he didn't expect all of his problems to disappear over night. But he hadn't expected this either.

Yuuri tossed around in his bed, awake for the third night in a row. He didn't know what to do with himself. He needed to get his shit together soon, because his lack of sleep was effecting his body and his effort in practice was becoming sloppy. It wasn't like he could help it though. If he could, then he would have done whatever it took, but he couldn't.

Viktor's and Yuuri's relationship had gotten off to an okay start. Nothing really changed between them, except they were slightly more straight forward and romantic with their actions. Both of them were happy- extremely happy with each other. It was weird for Yuuri to be in a relationship that included trust and respect- the two things that his previous relationship had been deprived of. Viktor was ecstatic- he couldn't believe Yuuri was now his, after chasing after him for so long.

When they were around each other, the world felt at peace. It was like they were the only ones that mattered to each other. Neither of them could explain how happy they made each other. The feeling they had when they were together was indescribable.

Yuuri got up and got dressed. There wasn't even any point in him trying to go back to sleep. His mind was torturing him. He hadn't experienced it this badly in a good few months. His anxiety was worse than ever. His doubts and fears had come flooding back, hitting him like a train, and although Yuuri didn't want to believe it, he knew that it was all because of Viktor.

Viktor had been so good to him. Too good for him in fact. He was so supportive and encouraging and it was so uplifting to hear such kind words for Yuuri. Yuuri knew that the should have been more grateful for Viktor, but he couldn't help but doubt him.

What if he turned out to be just like Izo? Everything was perfect so far. That's what happened with Izo. Everything was perfect, or it seemed to be perfect to start off with. Then came a few remarks that he was told to 'not be sensitive about'. Then came the shouting. And then the hitting. And then everything all at once. It escalated so quickly after Izo's mother died. That's how fast a person could change. Izo only needed a few seconds and he was a completely different person. What if Viktor was the same? Yuuri didn't want to doubt him, but the poor boy couldn't help it because of what Izo had done to him.

Yuuri grabbed his bag and left the house. He checked the time quickly, and was shocked to find that it was 3:27am. He hadn't expected it to be that early, then again, the nights seemed to drag on forever from Yuuri's point of view. He didn't care though. He needed to do something with himself or he was certain that he was going to spiral out of control, and that wasn't something that Yuuri wanted to happen again.

He closed the door behind him quietly and began jogging lightly. Luckily, there weren't many people out because of how early in the morning it was, but who would have the need to be out at 3am anyway? Yuuri looked up at the cloudy sky above him as he jogged to the ice rink. It was quite calm out and there were no sounds to be heard other than a few passing cars and Yuuri's uneven breathing.

Once Yuuri reached the ice rink, he rummaged through his bag and found the key to the door. Yuko and Takeshi had decided to give Viktor and Yuuri a key to the ice rink after deciding it would be much more convenient for them if they could visit at anytime. Yuuri pulled it out and unlocked the door before putting it back in his bag. He turned on the lights and the whole place lit up.

Yuuri took a few minutes to regain his breath before walking over to the bench and putting his skates on. He tied them up before walking slowly into the rink. He pulled his skating guards off once he'd reached the side before taking to the ice.

He warmed up first, skating a few laps of the rink and practicing a few jumps. Yuuri was already feeling exhausted not more than 10 minutes later. Viktor had complimented his stamina a few months ago, but Yuuri couldn't really help that it was low now due to his lack of sleep. Coming here was probably a very bad idea considering that he had practice later today. Pushing himself could result in a serious injury.

Yuuri took a break after around half an hour of skating. He felt awful. He was absolutely exhausted. He could have fallen asleep right then and there. He really wished that he could. It was around 4:30 in the morning now, his training session with Viktor didn't start for another few hours.

He left the side of the rink and returned to the middle after a few minutes. He had no idea what to do for the next few hours. His body was aching. His head was pounding. He just felt like shit in general. If the Grand Prix series wasn't so close then he would have asked Viktor for a day off, but he knew he couldn't afford that. All of the other skaters were so much better and much more confident than him. He needed all of the practice he could get to make absolute sure that he had even the slightest chance of winning and making Viktor proud.

Over the next couple of hours, Yuuri had pushed himself over the limits. He had rivers of sweat dripping from his forehead, his breath was completely uneven, his chest was in so much pain, his feet felt numb. Yuuri had never done anything as stupid as this before. Viktor had always been there for him to stop Yuuri or to steer him away from taking the reckless path in training. Viktor had always been there to care for him and look after him, but now, Yuuri was alone. And it was the last time he wanted to be, too.

Yuuri took another break. He just lay down on the ice. His back and his hair got slightly wet but it was no big deal. Yuuri didn't care anymore so it wasn't like it mattered anyway. It was deadly silent. It was a painful silence. It was like fingers on a chalkboard for Yuuri. It pierced him. The silence was too much for him.

Viktor was the only thing on his mind. He literally couldn't get the man out of his head. Every second of his time, he spent it thinking about him. He was completely hooked on him, but that was a positive as well as a negative thing.

Viktor had helped Yuuri in so many ways. He'd help him gain confidence in himself, he'd help him develop not only as a skater but as a person too. He'd grown physically stronger as well as mentally stronger. He was a lot more independent than before, and actually had some belief in himself- all thanks to Viktor's encouragement. Of course, Yuuri knew that it was himself that had made all of these things happen. Viktor had only supported him and encouraged him along the way, and for that, Yuuri was eternally grateful.

Then again- Viktor coming here made Yuuri so so so afraid of loosing someone for the first time in his life. He wanted to hold onto Viktor for however long as the universe would let him to. He never wanted to leave his side. And while it was good motivation for Yuuri, the thought of Viktor tossing him to the side because he wasn't good enough completely destroyed him and he pushed himself over his limits to try and prevent that.

Yuuri didn't know how long he was laying there for, but when he heard the faint sound of a door opening and his name being called, he shot to his feet and brushed himself off.

"Yuuri! I was looking for you everywhere!" He turned around to see Viktor by the entrance with a smile of his face.

"S-sorry..." Yuuri scratched the back of his head and stared at the floor

"Don't worry, its fine. C'mere" Viktor said and reached his arms out for Yuuri. He smiled slightly and skated to the side and into his boyfriend's arms. Both of them stood there for a few minutes just enjoying each other's touch and warmth. "You've been practicing hard I imagine?"

"Yea..." Yuuri mumbled into Viktor's shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed in Viktor's scent. It was so comforting to Yuuri. He felt like he could fall asleep on him, and he probably would have if they weren't about to start their training session. Viktor patted Yuuri on the back and let go of him.

"I take it you're ready for a long day of training?" Viktor chirped and ruffled Yuuri's hair. He gulped before hesitantly nodding. "Good!"

Viktor stared at Yuuri for a moment before smiling and pulling his head closer to him. He kissed his nose and then giggled. Yuuri was blushing like a mad man and his heart was racing.

"You're so cute, d'you know that?" Viktor smiled at his boyfriend. Yuuri bit the inside of his lip and played with the hem of his shirt. "I'm just going to put my skates on, I'll be back in 5 minutes, okay?"

Yuuri nodded and watched as Viktor left the rink. Yuuri let out a huge breath. He felt really anxious around Viktor today, and he didn't know why. He could probably guess though. He was trying his best to make him proud.

An idea popped into Yuuri's head out of the blue. He smirked to himself slightly. He knew it was a bad idea, but he was going to do it anyway.

How would Viktor react if Yuuri learned how to do a quadruple flip?

Yuuri decided to give it a go. He'd attempted to do it a few times before, but each time it had ended badly. Celestino had actually banned him from doing it when he was training in Detroit, because of how many times he'd nearly seriously injured himself. Yuuri knew that doing a successful quad flip would probably make Viktor the happiest man alive, so Yuuri was willing to sacrifice everything he had for that.

He got ready and began skating around the rink to build up enough momentum to do the flip. He prepared himself before taking of and rotating in the air. He managed to get two rotations in before he fucked up the landing, sending him flying across the rink.

Yuuri groaned as his body hit the ice. When he stopped sliding, he rolled onto his back and groaned. Everything hurt like heck. He understood why celestino had banned him from doing it now. He was drained of his energy completely. Yuuri could feel his left ankle throbbing. He knew he shouldn't have attempted it in the first place. He wanted to make Viktor proud though. This was the only way.

He picked himself up from the ice and yelped slightly. His knee was aching like hell too. He must have landed on it pretty hard. He was lucky he hadn't hit his head. He took a few seconds to regain his composure and get his breath back. Viktor wasn't back yet, but he probably would be soon. Yuuri took another chance. There was time to try once or twice more.

Yuuri took a deep breath before starting again. He tried skating slower and built up on his speed gradually. He was determined to land it. He'd been at it for years, trying to copy Viktor but he could never get it right. Nevertheless, Yuuri didn't give up, and didn't plan on giving up anytime soon either. He was going to land the quad flip no matter how long it took him.

Yuuri was ready. He gathered up enough momentum and was ready to attempt it again. That all he wanted was to do one successful quad flip. That's all he asked for. He prayed that this one would go well. He took a deep breath.

Yuuri bit the inside of his lip before he got ready to jump. He took off and spun in the air. His blood went cold as his skate slipped before he took off, and he knew he was in big trouble. He tired his best to rotate his body but it ended up failing completely. He was in big trouble.

Yuuri didn't have time to think before he felt a sense of overwhelming pain and darkness closing in on him.

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Viktor stopped in his tracks as the heard a massive bang coming from the rink. He discarded the bag that he was zipping up and walked into the rink.

"Yuuri?" He called out, looking around for his boyfriend. He scanned the ice rink but he was no where to he seen. Viktor started to panic. He'd been there only a few minutes ago. He moved closer and peered over the side.

His heart stopped.

"Nononono-" Viktor's eyes widened and he quickly shoved his skating guards off and took to the ice. He skated as quickly as possible to the right had corner of the rink.

Viktor could feel tears coming to his eyes as he looked at him. His eyes were focused on Yuuri, who was lying unresponsive on the ice. Viktor kneeled down and shook him slightly. Viktor gasped when he moved him and saw a pool of blood around his head. This was a nightmare. Viktor didn't know what to do.

"Yuuri? Yuuri, can you hear me?" Viktor placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him.

Nothing.

Viktor turned him over and cradled him in his lap. He could see a massive gash at the side of his head that seemed to be bleeding endlessly. There was blood everywhere. It was all over the ice, dripping down Yuuri's face, in his hair, and now on Viktor's trousers.

Why was his boyfriend Unconscious and bleeding all over the ice? That was the question on Viktor's mind. What happened? Why had it happened?

Viktor took a tissue from his pocket and put it over Yuuri's forehead to try and stop the bleeding. It became drenched in blood in a few seconds. Viktor knew it was serious. Yuuri was loosing too much blood. He needed to do something quickly or Yuuri was going to have some serious problems.

"Yuko!" Viktor cried out desperately. He looked down at Yuuri who looked so pitiful. He was a mess. Viktor brushed his hair back and coughed and spluttered for a bit. What did Yuuri to to deserve this? Viktor waited patiently for a few minutes before she came running in.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Viktor could barley see her peering from the doorway.

"Phone an ambulance! Quickly!" Viktor cried. He was full in crying by now. He couldn't stop himself. He was so worried. His boyfriend was lying unconscious and bleeding in his arms, what else was he supposed to do?

"What's happened?" She questioned and walked up to the side of the rink. She gasped when she saw Yuuri's bloodied body in Viktor's arms, and Viktor crying his eyes out. She didn't say anything but rushed back to her desk and quickly phoned the ambulance. A few minutes later, she rushed in with the phone and handed it to Viktor from the side of the rink. Apparently they wanted to know all the details. He couldn't understand their Japanese really well, despite having learned from Yuuri. Viktor just replied English and they passed him onto an English speaking call taker.

"May I have the name, age, location and situation please?" The woman asked him.

"Yuuri Katsuki, 23, Ice castle ice rink. I came in and I found him unconscious on the ice. I-I think he'd hit his head, its bleeding everywhere..." Viktor mumbed. The woman thanked him before proceeding to inform him that the ambulance would be there in a short amount of time. He thanked them before hanging up.

"Everything's going to be okay Yuuri, I promise, my love." He leaned down and kissed his head. Viktor could taste blood on his lips. He tightened his grip around Yuuri and sobbed into his chest. He prayed to any existing god for Yuuri to be okay. He sniffed before deciding it was probably best to take Yuuri out to the benches and remove his skates to make the paramedic's job easier.

He lifted the boy up in his arms and skated towards the entrance. He carefully stepped out and carried Yuuri and set him down on one of the benches. Viktor also sat down, and pulled Yuuri onto his lap. He made sure to be extra careful with him, like he could shatter at any moment. He removed his own skates along with Yuuri's before brushing Yuuri's hair back out of his face.

Yuko came over and watched them both with a concerned look on her face. Viktor reached over and put his shoes back on. He tapped his foot impatiently against the cold floor, wishing the ambulance would hurry up. He made sure to whisper reassuring things to Yuuri, not sure whether he could hear him or not. Regardless, Viktor cared more about Yuuri than he had with any other person in his life, so he wanted to make absolutely sure that he was okay.

They heard sirens in the distance and both Yuko and Viktor immediately shot a glance at each other. Yuko ran outside and waited for the ambulance to pull up and rushed them inside. There were two paramedics in total, it was a relief to Viktor to have people who were skilled in the field of first aid around. He was glad that Yuuri was in safe hands. He relaxed slightly and felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Yuko answered their questions with Viktor's help- Viktor didn't really want to speak tot them because his Japanese was still weak but he was trying. They examined him and wrapped a thick bandage around his head. One of them left and came back with a stretcher, and Viktor knew for sure it wasn't looking good for Yuuri.

"What's going on?" Viktor asked, beginning to panic. Yuko walked over to him and gave him a concerned look.

"They need to take him in to get stitched up, and they want to try and get a CT scan done on him to make sure there's no brain damage or anyth-"

"Brain damage?" Viktor repeated. "Nononon-"

Viktor turned away and bit his lip. He didn't want to cry again. He closed his eyes and let the tears burn his eyelids. He opened them a few seconds later and blinked them away. He couldn't afford to show emotions in front of everyone. He looked back at Yuko.

"Viktor, I promise you everything's going to be fine. They've said it's highly unlikely, but they want to rule it out as soon as possible. They've said he'll probably just have really bad concussion for a few days. Everything's going to be fine." Yuko tried her best to calm Viktor down. Viktor breathed out slowly and nodded.

Everything was going to be fine.

Yuko was called over once again. Viktor turned his head at Yuuri who was all strapped in and ready to be put in the ambulance. Why hadn't he woken up yet? Was it that bad? Viktor couldn't help but panic. Yuko nodded at the paramedic before approaching Viktor again.

"They said they need one of us to go in the ambulance with him." She announced. Viktor would have jumped to the offer, but insisted that Yuko went instead of him. After all, Viktor couldn't speak Japanese fluently enough to be able to have a decent conversation. Yuko hesitantly agreed and followed as Yuuri's battered body was loaded into the ambulance. Yuko gave him a small wave before she hopped in and they quickly sped off to the hospital.

Viktor hung his head in shame. He was such a bad coach. He couldn't believe he'd let this happen to Yuuri of all people. Yuuri didn't deserve this. He deserved nothing less than the world, so why was luck never on his side? Viktor wanted to fight anything or anybody that got in his boyfriend's way.

Viktor decided to make himself useful because he knew he needed to keep himself and distract himself from worrying about Yuuri all day. He'd overthink it all and worry himself sick. He grabbed the box of tissues from the counter and went to put on his skates. The went into the rink and onto the ice and began wiping all of the blood up. There was so much of it. It was all Yuuri's too, which made it harder for him. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Viktor wiped his forehead before gathering the masses of bloody tissues to chuck in the bin. He chucked them all in the one by the door, and wiped his hands.

He didn't know what to do now. For the first time in what felt like forever, Yuuri wasn't by his side. He wasn't close to him. He wanted him to be. He missed him already. He just prayed that he was okay. That's all that Viktor asked for.

Viktor debated whether to give his free program from his last season a quick run through. He wanted to skate it to let all of his emotions out, but he knew it wouldn't feel right without Yuuri by his side. Since he'd met him at the banquet last year, it was Yuuri and Yuuri alone that he skated that program for.

He was mad at himself for letting him fall so deeply in love with another person.

Viktor got up and left the ice rink. He put his ice skates back and just left. He couldn't handle it any longer. Nothing felt right without Yuuri by his side. He didn't Know where to go. Everywhere he looked, everything was just filled with memories of Yuuri. Viktor prayed to god that he was okay. He would never be able to live with himself if Yuuri ended up Being seriously injured.

Viktor shook his head. He couldn't think that way. He sighed before setting off to the one place he knew would calm him down.

The beach.

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The seagulls cries sounded more loud than ever as Viktor sat down on the rocks and stared out to the sea. Hasetsu was beautiful. The beach was gorgeous. But not as gorgeous as Yuuri. He'd been on his mind all day. Viktor didn't know how many hours he'd sat at the beach for just staring out to sea, but he didn't care. He was so torn up about Yuuri.

He'd been such an awful coach. Yakov would have never let that happen to any of his students. Neither would celestino. Viktor knew he was the one in the wrong here, and he wanted to slap himself for being so irresponsible and stupid.

Viktor just sat there and cried. He cried until his throat was raw. Until he had no tears left. Until his cheeks were stained with rivers of tears. He just let all of his built up emotions hit him like a tidal wave. He hated himself. He really did. He still couldn't believe what had happened. Viktor felt so so guilty and angry at himself.

Viktor had never met someone like Yuuri. From that day, Yuuri had Viktor hooked on him. He was head over heels for him and hopelessly in love with him, there was no denying it. Yuuri was one of a kind, and he wanted to hold onto him forever. He'd given him his heart, and Yuuri had given him his. He never ever wanted to let go of Yuuri. He was going to hold onto him for as long as his fate would let him.

Viktor's thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. His heart leaped out of his chest and he immediately fumbled around to answer it. He prayed to god that it was Yuuri. He took his phone out and frowned when he saw that it was in private caller. He hesitatingly pressed answer and put it to his ear.

"Who's speaking?" Viktor asked. There was a brief silence before the other person spoke up.

"V-Viktor?"

Viktor's heart stopped.

"Yuuri?"

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Started: 11/12/16
Finished & Published: 13/12/16
Words: 4335

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