EDITED

So sorry for A LOT of grammar issues last chapter! I was using a different device than what I was use to so, yeah. I'll go back and fix the grammar unless you guys like it because I've noticed people like to comment funny stuff on incorrect grammar.Sorry this is 2 days late.........I'm really depressed as fucking shit so,yeah........Anyways, Pt 1 out of 4! Let's see what Yuri does today..........
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Part 1: Kiss and Cry

February 13,2016

Yuri's POV

"Are you ready?" Victor asked.

I nodded in reply.

"Today, you'll be finding out if you'll go first or not." Victor said.

My head still hurt from the night before and my eyes were so sensitive, I had to wear sunglasses.

Victor stood next to me as we were introduced, I was shaking with fear.

'Please don't get number 1, please don't get number one!' I begged.

Turning my head to the side, I plucked the sheet of paper from the woman's hand.

Peeking and looking at it, I nearly fainted, but someone's firm grip grabbed my waist.

"Be careful, you don't want to get a concussion the day before the Tournament." Victor said, helping me stand back up properly as he was standing in front of me.

I blushed slightly. "I-I got number 1...," I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head.

Victor's hand still rested on the curve in my back as he took the paper from my hand, looking at it.

Smiling softly, he leaned in."Then make your performance a memorable one." He whispered, pulling me closer with the hand that was on my back.

"And later...," He said, running a hand over my back, sending chills down my spine, "You can tell me more about this scar." He whispered, his lips close to my face as he leaned in further.

"Yuri?! Yuri Katsuki?!?!" A child's voice exclaimed.

As soon as Victor saw the teen, he let go of me without warning, causing me to land on my back.

"Ouch...I thought you DIDN'T want me to get hurt...," I mumbled, I rubbed my now sore ass.

"Here! I'll help you up!" Looking up, squinting my eyes as the Ice Rink's overhead lights were blinding me, even with my sunglasses on.

A small boy stood there, about a head shorter than me, with dark blond hair, almost orange, his bangs were colored red.

I grabbed his hand and he squealed."Y-you're actually touching my hand! I'm never washing this hand again!" He squealed as he helped lift me to my feet.

"Um...Excuse me but, who are you?" I asked.

He froze, looking heart broken."I've always competed with you! Don't you remember me? I've never got a chance to talk to you or even get near you till now but, here I am!"

"And you are...?" I repeated, still not knowing who he was.

"I'm Kenjiro Minami, your biggest fan!" Minami exlaimed, blushing.

"I'm 17, and I know almost everything about you! Your favorite meal is Pork Cutlet, you've never gone to the Grand Prix, and you're one of the oldest here!"

I hid in a corner, gloom surrounding me.

("Stop growing mushrooms, senpai" I'll follow whoever gets that first! I love that anime, it was my first ever)

"Don't remind me...," I mumbled.

Being one of the oldest wasn't something people usually brag about, being the oldest means that it's taken you longer to advance your skating skills.

"Oh, you're going first? I'm going second!" Minami exclaimed.

I feel a hand on my right shoulder.

Thinking it was Minami's at first, I ignored it.

"You should probably stand up, it doesn't look proper for a man your age to be doing this." Victor said, quickly kissing my cheek and pulling away.

"Anyways, I'm going back to Minako's to see Makkachin, see you there...Yuri." Victor said, pausing before saying my name...seducively?

"Huh? Yuri? Your face is all red! A-Are you sick! If so, I'll happily take you to the infirm-"

Minami's voice was being drowned out as my hand went up to my cheek.

'Victor kissed me.

And it was passionate, not lust filled as the previous ones that were on the lips.'
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Victor's POV

'Stupid stupid stupid!' I cried in my mind.

My face was flushed and it obviously wasn't from the cold ice skating rink.

'Why the hell did I miss him?! Sure, I French kissed him once but that was an experiment! I can't honestly be falling in love with him! He's a 19 year old, not to mention the fact that he is male! I'm not gay!' Too lost in thought, I didn't watch were I was going and ran into someone.

"Sorry...," I said.

"Watch the fuck where you're going, dumbass forgein tourist." The man growled.

My eyes slanted slightly.

The guy was about my height, just a bit taller, had brown hair that looked like he cut it himself, and black obsidian eyes.

"I said I was sorry." I said, a bit louder.

The two guys that were leaning on the wall noticed our conversation and walked over to me.

"No one talks to us like that." He said, grabbing my shirt and dragging me outside.

My eyes slanted even more, the blue in my eyes turning even colder.

This wasn't going to end well.
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Yuri's POV

Walking out of the big rink 15 minutes later, I saw Victor, huffing heavily.

"Vict...ur?...," I asked, stopping as I saw what was happening.

Victur had bloody knuckles and he stood over three grown men.

He stepped on, who seemed to be the leader, their chest and twisted his foot and pressed down.

"I'm sorry, did I not talk kindly to you? After all, aren't I just a 'dumbass foreign tourist?' " Victor asked, kicking the guy in the ribs.

My eyes widened.

This Victor was scary.

This isn't the Victor I know.

The Victor I know wouldn't hurt any one.

But....... If I don't know this side of him....... Then who has been my coach for the past few weeks?

Do I really know nothing about him?

Why does he act this way?

Does this mean the kisses and touching were nothing to him?

"You are filthy swine that look down on others, I despise your kind." Victor said, spitting on his face.

Yuri was crying, covering his mouth as he continued to hide behind the brick wall that divided the two.

'Who have I been talking to for the past few weeks? Do I annoy Victor? Am I not the person he likes?'

20 minutes ago, Victor had kissed me so gently, so passonately, it was a total contrast to what he was now.

Closing my eyes tightly, tears still steaming down my face, I ran, far away.

Far away from the man I thought I knew.

Away from Victor.