When Anti woke up, all traces of Dark's visit was gone as if he had never shown up in the first place.

Except for a note left for him on the bedside table.

Anti,

        had to leave early to squeeze in more practice before competition, my starting time is one and yours is one-thirty. Good luck!

Dark <3

Anti glanced at the time on the alarm clock, hoping he hadn't overslept too much.

It was ten in the morning.

Anti yawned as he stretched his arms high over his head, extending his legs with a soft pop before swinging  them over the side of the bed and hopping off onto the carpeted floor.

He took a quick, but relaxing, shower before walking into the kitchen to make breakfast using whatever he could find in the fridge.

He found an omelette, crispy bacon, a cup of orange juice, and a mug of coffee waiting for him on the table, steam still wafting from the food and his coffee.

"Thanks Dark." Anti whispered with a smirk before he ate his prepared breakfast while watching YouTube.

Once he was done, he grabbed his ice skating gear then walked out of his room, glancing back at it one more time as the door locked behind him while he wondered if he would see he room again.

Depends on how well I do, Anti thought, instinctively tightening his grip on his gear as he left the hotel to go to the new rink where the competition was being held.

Immediately he felt lost and overwhelmed once he walked inside, the giant rink filled with skaters from other parts of the world dressed in tight uniforms.

"Anti, glad to see ya up!" Murphy yelled at him as he spotted him in the crowd, jogging over to him with a black bag in his hands.

"What's in the bag?" Anti asked, reaching out to open it and peek inside.

"No peeking, go into the bathroom!" Murphy lightly slapped his hand away before shooting him off to the bathroom.

Anti rolled his eyes as he did as Murphy instructed, locking himself into a stall before opening the bag.

Inside was a long sleeve white shirt, orange vest, and green pants.

"I'm going to look like the human version of the Irish flag." Anti realized aloud with disdain.

If people weren't going to bully him about his eyes, they were definitely going to bully him about his clothes.

At least most of my scars are covered, Anti thought in relief as he went back out the the rink.

Anti and Murphy spent only an hour practicing before everyone was called off of the rink so the competition could start. B

As Anti went to his own separate room with Murphy, he briefly saw a glimpse of Dark blowing him a kiss before disappearing into the crowd with his coach.

"Go out and meet the other competitors." Murphy instructed once Anti dumped his gear down on the bench to the side of the closet sized room.

"But-"

"No buts, go meet the other competitors." Murphy cut Anti off before he could protest more, lightly shoving him out of the room before closing the door in his face.

"Your coach make you socialize with the other competitors too?"

Anti whirled around to see a man dressed in all white with a red circle on his chest standing behind him with a smirk.

The smirk quickly faded into a sympathetic expression when he saw Anti's multicolored eyes and a few of his scars peeking out from the ends of his sleeves.

"What?" Anti snapped defensively, feeling like he was back in junior high as the man scrutinized him.

"Nothing." The man stated quickly before waking off towards another group of people.

Anti could see him whisper to the others, occasionally pointing or shooting glares at Anti.

Anti did his best to ignore them as he re-entered his room, wishing now more than ever that Dark was with him.

That was when Anti's name was called.

He took a deep breath as he laced on his skates, Murphy flashing him a thumbs up before Anti skated to the rink.

Anti moved like a machine, carefully calculating each move as he preformed his routine he had been practicing for only a short amount of time while his he thought of the other competitors, wondering what they were saying about him now.

That made him blank on what to do next.

He felt fear tightly grip his heart as he forced himself to recorder and finish, the competitor's glares burned in his mind as he faintly heard a chorus of applause as he skated off of the rink.

If only he knew what the competitors were really thinking....