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"Hello Viktor." The boy spat at him. Viktor stared at him in confusion.

"...what are you going here, Yurio?" Viktor questioned him. He held on tightly to Yuuri while the younger boy buried his face into Viktor's neck. Viktor could feel the uneven breath against his neck. He needed to help him, or things could bet worse.

"I came to take you back to Russia! Did you forget the promise you made me?!" Yurio yelled at the taller male. Viktor was starting to get agitated.

"Yurio, I need you to move to one side for one second." Viktor said sternly. Yurio scoffed and crossed his arms.

"No way."

"Can't you see who I've got here?! He needs to get some fresh air." Viktor yelled. Yurio just stayed put and began tapping his foot on the floor. "I'll have to make you get out of the fucking way then..."

He shoved his way out of the door, nearly knocking Yurio over, but was relieved that he could finally attend to Yuuri and help him calm down. He walked over to the wall and sat down with Yuuri in his lap. He cradled the younger boy an began stroking his hair.

"Shhh...deep breaths Yuuri..." he rocked back and forth. Viktor had no idea In hell if he was doing this calming down thing right, but he was trying his best. He felt so so guilty. He was the one that pulled the trigger this time. He had no idea to what, but knew that something had happened, and it must have been pretty bad to set Yuuri off like that. He watched as Yuuri cupped his hands around his face and tried to breathe. It broke Viktor's heart seeing Yuuri like this. He just wanted to love and support him through it, but he felt completely useless right now.

"I-I feel really fa-faint." Yuuri hiccuped. Viktor suddenly went into panic mode. He placed Yuuri down on the wall off his lap and kneeled in front of him. He grabbed the boys hands and stroked them gently.

"Yuuri look at me." Viktor said. Yuuri waited a few seconds before opening his eyes and looked directly into Viktor's beautiful ones. "Just like last time, okay? Breathe in...and out...in and out." Viktor encouraged Yuuri.

Slowly, but steadily, Yuuri's breathing returned to normal. Yuuri felt like pure shit. His lungs felt like they were on fire, and his throat was raw. He took one of his hands from Viktor's and rubbed his eyes. He really needed some sleep. He hands slept in four days and it was really starting to take effect on him.

"Yuuri, how are you feeling?" Viktor questioned. Yuuri tore his gaze away from Viktor. He'd just embarrassed himself in front of his idol again. He felt like pure crap. His head hurt and all the energy had been drained from him.

"Fine..." Yuuri mumbled.

"Yuuri."

Viktor was so persistent. He could always tell when there was something bothering Yuuri, and Yuuri didn't like that. He didn't want other people caring for him. He'd kept all these emotions to himself for so long because 1) he'd never had anyone we could trust 100% and he didn't know how to let all of these emotions out without sounding stupid, and 2) he didn't want other people to feel his pain. He felt like they were intruding on his feelings. He wanted to keep them to himself because he was scared that people would leave him.

"I-I don't want to talk about it..." Yuuri muttered.  Viktor sighed. He only wanted to help the boy. He knew that he was struggling, and Viktor would be willing to go to the depths of hell to make him happy. He was so persistent Because he didn't want to loose Yuuri.

"Maybe talking about it will help?" Viktor suggested. Yuuri shook his head.
"Very well then. But promise me something Yuuri? Promise me you'll talk to me about it sometime. It's not healthy for you to keep it all to yourself."

Viktor stared at Yuuri with pleading eyes. Yuuri started back. Yuuri adored Viktor's eyes. He'd never seen anything like them before. They were so full of life and happiness. They always glowed when he was doing or talking about something he loved, and Yuuri's heart warmed at the sight. He just loved Viktor's eyes. And Viktor loved Yuuri's eyes. They were so full of warmth and love, but also full of sadness, and Viktor was determined to turn that sadness into happiness. Whatever the cost.

"Okay..." Yuuri gave in. Viktor cracked a smile and hugged him.

"Thank you Yuuri. Thank you for trusting me." Viktor kissed Yuuri's forehead before getting up.

Yuuri let out a small squeal. His cheeks flushed a deep red colour and his heart was pounding in his chest. Did he just kiss my forehead? Yuuri's eyes widened. He certainly wasn't complaining, but there was no way in hell he was prepared for that. Viktor giggled to himself as he watched Yuuri turn bright red and struggled to get his words out properly.

"Sh-shall we go ba-back inside?" Yuuri stuttered, his face glowing even more. Yuuri was stunned. This feeling was back again. He didn't know what to do. What was this foreign feeling? Why did it only happen when he was around Viktor?

Viktor helped Yuuri up and they walked back inside. Both still had their ice skates on so found it incredibly difficult, and had a good laugh as they got back inside.

The moment Yuuri got back inside, he was kicked in the back by someone and was sent flying across the floor. He tumbled for awhile before coming to a stop. Yuuri groaned loudly, because Jesus Christ did that hurt. All the breath was sucked out of his lungs. He coughed and spluttered around for a bit before opening his eyes.

"Yuuri! Are you okay?!" Viktor ran over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What was that for Yurio?!" He then yelled over to the boy from earlier. Yuuri noticed something familiar about him.

"That bastard took you away from me!" Yurio yelled angrily.

"Yurio, I was the one who decided to come to coach Yuuri, so don't you dare blame him. Could you give us a minute please?" Viktor asked nicely. Yurio huffed before barging past them.

"Ahh...my back hurts..." Yuuri complained as he grabbed onto Viktor's arm for dear life.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine. Can I have a look?" Viktor asked Yuuri. Yuuri nodded before turning on his side. Viktor lifted Yuuri's shirt up ever so gently. It was like Yuuri was fragile as glass. Viktor didn't want to hurt him, so he was overly cautious about touching him.

"Oh, it looks like you've got a bruise coming. He must have kicked you pretty hard...." Viktor muttered. "Let's get you some freeze gel for that."

Yuuri got up from the floor slowly with Viktor's help. He lead him over to the bench area and sat him down. Viktor rummaged through this bag for annoy before pulling out a pot of freeze gel.

"It's always handy to carry a pot of This around." Viktor chuckled. "Can you pull your shirt off for me?"

Yuuri was sure his heart stopped beating. He just stared back at Viktor with his eyes wide and a confused look on his face. He understood why he needed he needed to take his shirt off, but he couldn't deal with the fact that it would be in front of Viktor. He was so so self conscious. Slowly, he pulled his jacket off and then slipped his shirt of and over his head. He placed them both neatly beside him. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact or even look at Viktor, so he stuck his gaze to the floor. Yuuri's cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush, and Viktor found it absolutely adorable.

Viktor slowly kneeled down behind Yuuri and examined the bruise. He dipped his fingers into the gel and began rubbing it on Yuuri's back. Yuuri let out a yelp of surprise.

"Cold?" Viktor laughed.

"Very" Yuuri replied. Yuuri was playing with his fingers again, and Viktor had picked up on it. His eyebrows knitted together.

"Why are you anxious?" Viktor questioned. He put the lid back on the pot before sliding it into his bag. "You're playing with your fingers. You seem to do it when you're anxious or nervous for something."

It took Yuuri a good few minutes to reply. He didn't know what to say, because the last person to be able to read him like that was Phichit. He never thought anyone would get to know him as well as Phichit did, but he guessed he was wrong.

"I'm just- I'm just really self conscious." Yuuri breathed out. There it was. Viktor looked at him with a hint of confusion. "I know I'm stupid. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Forget what I just said"

Yuuri shook his head and reached for his shirt. He pulled it over his head before ruffling his hair. He then took his jacket and stood up and began walking away.

He was stopped by two arms pulling him in for a hug. He was pressed against Viktor's shoulder. Yuuri was shocked but soon relaxed. This is what home felt like for Yuuri. Viktor. He was warm and so welcoming and so full of love and care. He inhaled his scent again. The Viktory scent.

"Don't ever say that again." Viktor mumbled into Yuuri's ear. "You aren't stupid. You're amazing. You're one of the nicest people I've ever met. I'm going to help you gain confidence in yourself, okay? You're beautiful Yuuri. Inside and out. I'll reassure you as many times as you need, okay? I'm going to support you every step of the way."

Viktor could feel tears coming to his eyes. Yuuri deserved the world. He'd be willing to rob all the stars in the sky if it meant Yuuri would be happy. He was so beautiful. Everything about him was. He couldn't believe somebody as breathing taking as Yuuri could have such little confidence in himself. Viktor didn't know why, or who, rather had caused this, but once he found out oh boy were they in for it.

"Thank you so m-"

"Hey you morons! What's taking you so long?" An angry voice rudely interrupted Yuuri.

"Oh- uh, sorry Yurio. We were a little busy." Viktor awkwardly let go of Yuuri. "What do you want?"

"I want you to come back to Russia with me, as I said earlier. Did you forget the promise you made me?" Yurio questioned him.

Yuuri looked at Viktor with panic filled eyes. He didn't want him to leave. They'd only just started training and their relationship was still developing. He was going to leave him. He was going to abandon him like so many others had. Yuuri was sure his heart was going to break. He was going to go back to Russia and forget that Yuuri had ever existed. Just the thought of it made Yuuri feel sick and lightheaded, because Viktor meant more to Yuuri than he could ever explain.

"You promised me if I won the junior championships, you'd choreograph a program just for me!" Yurio reminded him. Viktor thought back before chuckling slightly.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. You know I'm the forgetful type." Viktor scratched the back of his head.

"Let's go back to Russia then! We don't have all the time in the world!" Yurio
Told Viktor. Viktor paused and thought for a moment.

Yuuri's heart was beating heavily in his chest. Please don't leave me Yuuri wanted to scream at the silver haired male in front of him You mean the world to me. Yuuri's heart was breaking again. He didn't think he could handle anymore pain. He'd just found out he'd been cheated on for three years, and now the one person that he cared for more than anyone was slipping through his fingers.

There was and unbearable silence for a few minutes.

"Okay! I've decided!" Viktor announced. Yuuri held his breath. "I'll choreograph a program for both of you with the same music, but different arrangements. You'll get a week to practice and then you'll both perform for me and I'll see who surprises me more." Viktor smiled.

Yuuri let out a huge breath that he'd been holding in for god knows how long. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave. There was a chance, even the tiniest, tiniest chance that Viktor would stay with him. Yuuri was going to do everything in his power to try and make Viktor stay. Even if it meant sleepless nights because of practicing, he would gladly endure it for Viktor.

"We'll make this huge! We can all throw a party. We'll contact the tv company and ask if they can air it! Imagine how many people would come!" Viktor rambled.

"Don't you think that's a bit... over the top?" Yuuri asked shyly.

"Nope! It'll be great! Try not to worry!" Viktor smiled. "We'll get started tomorrow!"
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Once the three were back in Yuuri's house, Yuuri sigh and dumped his bag and ran straight to his room. He could hear someone call after him but he chose to ignore it. He locked the door and began pacing back and fourth. He was getting anxious already. He just wanted a little bit of Viktor's time. That's all he asked for. Was it too much? Was he being selfish? Yuuri was nothing compared to Yurio. He actually had confidence and self belief and talent, unlike Yuuri. He calmed himself down before deciding he should probably go downstairs and be with his guests. He didn't want to seem rude.

He entered the living room, where Viktor was sitting calmly. He greeted them before sitting down next to Viktor. Yuuri didn't seem to be in sight.

"How's your back?" Viktor asked him as he leaned on Yuuri's shoulder.

"Better." Yuuri replied. He ran a hands through his hair. He was exhausted. He just wanted some sleep.

"You look tired, Yuuri. Why don't you go get some rest?" Viktor suggested. Could he read his mind? How did he know? Before he could reply, the angry Russian boy came storming into the room and glared at Yuuri.

"Where's my room?!" Yurio demanded. Yuuri laughed. Did this guy ever chill?

"Oh, I didn't know you were staying here as well." Yuuri admitted.

"Well it's unfair that you get Viktor all to yourself!" He exclaimed. "I'm hungry. Get me some food."

Yuuri huffed before getting up from his seat and walking to the kitchen. He had made pork cutlet bowls plenty of times before, since they were his favourite food. He didn't take long to cook one up for his guest, and once he had finished, he placed it on the table ready for Yurio to eat. Yurio scoffed the food down at an alarming velocity. Both Yuuri and Vikor looked stunned.

Yuuri's older sister entered and called for him to come and help her tidy the room Viktor would be staying in. He huffed before getting up. He walked out of the room slowly before turning around to look at Viktor at Yurio as they casually chatted together. They seemed to be so comfortable around each other. Of course, they'd probably known each other for years. Yuuri's heat sank. He envied Yurio. He was the one who was confident and comfortable around Viktor. Yuuri was second best. Just as before. Just as always.

He grabbed his bag and phone and took off. He ran out of his house and over the bridge. The sea at night was such a beautiful sight. So many colours mixing together made Yuuri marvel at the sight. Yuuri adored it. He also adored Viktor.

Yuuri was so scared of loosing Viktor. He had said it so many times, but couldn't put enough emphasis on it. He wanted to make Viktor proud of him. Only then would he feel good enough. He could see clearly for a bit. Training was going fine. He was spending a lot of time getting to know Viktor. But since Yurio had come along, his Vision had clouded. He was unsure if Viktor was going to stick around and coach him, because if Yurio won, Viktor would slip away from him and the time that they'd spent together would mean nothing.

Yuuri was doubting himself because he knew that Yurio was much better thank him. Unlike Yuuri, he had the confidence, self belief and talent needed to be a skater. He had all the things that Yuuri wish he had. Yuuri was never a skating prodigy, but Yurio was. Yuuri had worked and worked for years to get where he was now. Yurio was just a naturally talented skater, and that bugged Yuuri because he'd never know how hard it was to actually start from scratch and develop the talent needed.

Yuuri had struggled his whole life to find the right motivation and support, but the past years had been horrible. Thinking back to all the things Izo had said about him made him want to cry. He was probably the reason his confidence was so low. Being called such things by the one person you love unconditionally was not a very nice feeling at all. Yuuri believed every word that came out of his Boyfriends mouth, because they were true. He couldn't help wish that he was someone totally different.

That reminded Yuuri that in the present time, Izo was still his boyfriend. After all, he hadn't broken up wit him, had he? Yuuri had just caught him cheating. He was going to break up with him after he finished his skating session. Yuuri was never liked the thought of breaking up with someone over the phone, but Yuuri would feel a lot safer doing so, and Yuuri didn't know if he could stand the sight of him anymore after what he'd done.

Yuuri reached the ice rink and immediately grabbed his skates out his bag and put them on. He caught his breath for a moment before standing up.

"Hey Yuuri, how's it going? How's Viktor?" Yuko greeted him.

"Uh- good thanks. Can I skate for a bit please?" Yuuri asked politely. Yuko nodded before going back to doing whatever it was she was doing before Yuuri arrived. Yuuri thanked her before walking and entering the rink. Yuuri truly loved the feeling of the ice beneath his blades- it was so relaxing to him. He skated back and forth for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling. He decided to practice a few of the step sequences that Vikor had showed him and attempted to land a quadruple Salchow.

Meanwhile, Viktor, Takeshi and Yuko stood watching the boy stake, unknown to Yuuri.

"He's always come to skate when he's feeling nervous or anxious. He wants to practice when he feels like that. It's like a coping mechanism for him, you know? He's struggled with self confidence, body image and anxiety for most of his career and that can't be easy. I want him to succeed, you know. I-i just don't want him to quit after all the work he's put in. He didn't even talk to his friends. He hardly had a proper childhood because he was too busy skating. He was never good at making friends anyway. He's hated crowds of people and he's never been good with them. I just pray this won't be the end for him." Yuko rambled.

They were all silent for a bit. The three of them watched Yuuri skate across the ice flawlessly. Viktor was bedazzled by him. He well and truly took his breath away. He wanted to make sure that Yuuri succeeded because god did that boy deserve the world. He was so precious. He was so beautiful. Viktor wanted to show off his Yuuri to the world. He was so proud of him.

Viktor thanked the two before leaving the building. That's all Viktor needed to do was to build Yuuri's confidence and make him believe in himself. He was going to show him the love and support he deserved. Then, Viktor was sure he'd have a worthy Grand Prix Final winner.

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Yuuri skated for a good half an hour, practically until his body was screaming for his to stop. He exited the rink and walked over to the benches. He untied his laces before putting the skate guards back on and placing them into his bag. He thanked Yuko and Takeshi before exiting the building.

Yuuri pulled out his phone. His stomach flipped. He was going to do it. He was determined. He was going to break up with Izo. His palms went sweaty as he loaded up Izo's contact and pressed call. He took a deep breath before pressing his phone to his ear.
It rang a few times before Izo picked up. Yuuri was sure his heart was in his mouth by now.

"Yuuri! I was just going to call you! Please come over, I'm lonely!" Izo chirped.

Yuuri couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Izo really going to play innocent after what he'd done?

"What the fuck." Yuuri said plainly. Izo fell silent. "You have some nerve to act like that after what happened last night."

"Yuuri, what are you taking about?" Izo Asked and laughed nervously.

"You know damn right what I'm talking about. I walked in on you kissing another man Izo." Yuuri yelled.

"......and?" Izo scoffed. "You do didn't want to have sex with me, what did you expect me to do?! I have my needs!"

"Jesus Christ I've said that I'm not comfortable in doing all that yet. Yet, Izo. I didn't say never. And cut the crap with the 'I have needs'. We all do Izo, but that isn't a good enough reason to cheat on someone for three.fucking.years" Yuuri yelled down the line.

"How did you know that it was for three years?" Izo asked, obviously shocked.

"I saw the text he sent you."

"You shouldn't be going through my phone! It's my private business, not yours!" He exclaimed.

"You can say that again! How many times did you go through my phone in case I was talking to someone else? You wouldn't even let me leave the house without you!" Yuuri scoffed.

"Yeah well that was different! I couldn't trust you!" Izo yelled. "Plus, Hiroko gives me what I want. He's a better boyfriend than you ever will be."

Yuuri's sure his head shattered. He'd only tried his best. He tried so so hard to be a good enough boyfriend, but he just had it thrown back in his face.

"I am not an object for you to use Izo, I'm a human with valid feelings. Did five years of our relationship really mean nothing to you?" Yuuri asked.

Izo stayed silent.

"Anyway, I called to say that I'm breaking up with you. I can't believe you cheated on me for three years behind my back. You're disgusting, you know that?" Yuuri didn't hold back in saying what he wanted to say.

"No! You can't! Don't you fucking dare, take it back now!" Izo suddenly yelled.

"Izo, you have another boyfriend, go fuck him instead of screaming at me." Yuuri scoffed. Despite acting how he was, Yuuri was terrified on the inside. Terrified of what Izo was going to do to him if they ever crossed paths again.

"Yuuri Katsuki, take it back right now." Izo demanded.

"No. you cheated on me. Bye, have a nice life."

"You just wait Yuuri, I'm coming for you."

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Started writing: 20th of November
Finished: 20th November
Published: 20th November
Words: 4072

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