Early morning. Birds chirping outside as they sit in the bushes. The sun is just peaking over the horizon, shining through the window. A grey haired male, Viktor Nikiforov, is sleeping soundly, but the bright sun causes him to scrunch his face up, bringing him back to real life. He groans softly, his eyes fluttering open. When he opens them, he sees his brunette husband, Yuuri (now) Nikiforov. He is sleeping peacefully, for the first time in a month. Viktor lets out a relieved sigh, knowing that Yuuri is probably getting some decent sleep, but seeing Yuuris eyes flutter, only showed the paleness in his eyes.
A month before, Yuuri was competing in a competition in Russia. It was separate from the prix, so it was mostly for fun. While he was preforming, he noticed he was a little too close to the walls, which was risky, but he continued skating. He did a triple axle jump, but, he jumped into the glass windows surrounding the rink, breaking them and falling through, the glass going all over him, but majorly injuring his eyes. He was rushed to the hospital, where Viktor nervously waited, only to find out that Yuuri would be permanently blind. It was devastating for both of them. Yuuri refused to talk, smile, skate. Everything. Nothing interested him anymore, like it used too.
"Yuuri... Yuuri" Viktor said softly, trying to wake the sleeping brunette calmly. After a little bit, Yuuri groaned, and opened his eyes. Viktors heart dropped. Even though Viktor has seen Yuuris pale, cloudy, blue eyes, it still made his heart hurt everytime he saw them.
"Morning, Viktor..." Yuuri yawned, getting out from the warm covers and sitting up, stretching his arms and his legs. Viktor sat up slowly, looking at Yuuri, who was rubbing his eyes.
"Do you want your glasses?" Viktor picked up Yuuris glasses that were on the bedstand next to their bed. He held them in his hand, then put them on Yuuris face. Viktor was trying to make life seem more and more like it used to be, before the accident Yuuri flinched a little.
"I dont even know why i need these..." Yuuri mumbled. Viktor sighed and held Yuuris face in his hand.
"I think that you should keep wearing them, they make you look like... you. And your adorable in them, even when you dont open your eyes. They suit you so well, my little katsudon" Viktor chuckled softly. He heard pitter patter up the steps. Makkachin ran in the room, barking, excited that everyone was awake now. Viktor laughed and got out of bed, going over to Makkachin and petting him.
"Hey, Yuuri. How about we go to the park with Makka?" Viktor said, hoping Yuuri would agree, even though he didnt like going out. Yuuri let out a sigh and nodded. Maybe it was good for him to get out of the house. Viktor smiled brightly. Yuuri never really cared to be outside anymore. He hated the stares. Not that he could see them, but he could feel people staring at his different eyes, and his walking stick.
"Awesome!" The grey haired male said. After getting dressed, eating breakfast, and getting their shoes on, Makkachin, Yuuri and Viktor started their walk to the park.
The park was on the way to the rink by Viktors house. Yuuri had the walking stick in his right hand, and was holding onto Viktors with his left. He moved it side to side, scanning what was in front of him in his mind. He was trying his hardest to be able to picture what was in front of him while he scanned the area. Yuuri wasnt very good at it, but could do it decently well. Viktor saw a male up farther at the park. A short guy, no older then 18. He realized who the blonde haired guy was. It was Yurio Plisetsky. Viktor shook his head. 'Oh no' he thought. Yurio didnt know about Yuuris blindness, and probably thought that Yurio would make a joke about it, and Yuuri would lose it. The blonde male started walking over here.
"Old man! Katsudon!" He said, with Yuuri and Viktors normal nicknames. Yurio spoke in his normally rude-like tone. "Oi, whats with the stick, Katsuki? Your not a old man yet!" He laughed, making a joke, but not knowing what was really up. Yuuri stayed quiet, not wanting to talk to Yurio at the moment, who he know was there, infact, not wanting to tell Yurio at all what happened.
"Yurio... please" Viktor whispered. The blonde boy squinted his eyes at Viktor, but saw the expression in his face, and realized that the stick, was a stick that blind people also use. Yurio also noticed that Yuuris head was down, and not looking up. He waved his hand infront of Yuuris face, expecting a reaction, but didnt get one. Yurio started to second guess himself. 'He cant be blind!' He said to himself as he walked closer to the two males.
"Yuuri?" The youngest of the three said with the slightest bit of care in his voice, which was odd for someone like himself. "Are you blind?" After Yurio said that, Yuuri, froze up, almost in a panicking matter, then nodded. Yurio stepped back, in pure shock. "No, you cant be!" He yelled into Yuuris face. "We still have to compete again! You said you wouldnt retire!" He continued, Viktor widening his eyes, trying to get Yurio to stop. Then, Yurio grabbed Yuuris wrist, and started to run to the rink. "Your going to skate again, no matter what!" He said demandingly. Viktor gasped, seeing Yuuri being practically dragged behind Yurio. Viktor could tell that he was losing his balance. Viktor ran after the two boys, Makkachin running next to him.
"Yurio! Slow down this instant! He cant keep up with you!" Viktor yelled. Yuuri inside was panicking, since he couldnt see where he was going, and not fully trusting Yurio made him even more scared. What if he were to trip and fall and ruin something else. He finally felt Yurio stop running, and slow down. Yuuri caught his breath, and Viktor caught up to the two boys.
After a little bit of a walk, they finally walked into the rink. The rink was the same it was when Yuuri first cane to Russia. He could remember it vividly, and was glad he didnt forget what it looked like. They walked to the sitting area and Yurio started to get his skates on.
"Where are we..." Yuuri asked, "i thought we were going to the park, no where else. I can tell were inside..." Viktor had gotten his and Yuuris skates, sitting down next to Yuuri. Once the raven felt the boots wrapped around his feet, he knew
"Were at the rink. Yurio brought you here" Viktor said. "Lets try skating again... please" Viktor begged, just wanting his Husband to be his normal self again. Yuuri couldn't believe it. 'That little brat!' He thought to himself. Yuuri sighed, but nodded. Viktor smiled brightly and started to lace the skates up for him. Yurio was waiting by the door to get onto the rink, tapping his foot impatiently. Viktor got his and Yuuris skates tied tightly and firmly and helped Yuuri onto the ice.
Yuuri didnt have much balance at first, but after a bit got used to it. Viktor held onto Yuuris soft hand as he got used to the ice again himself, not been on it ever since the accident happened.
"There you go, you got it now" Viktor encouraged softly. Yurio was skating around, doing his own thing. Yuuri finally got the courage to try it on his own. He let out a deep sigh, then shook off Viktors hand and started skating on his own. He felt like he was balanced, so he picked up the speed, and built it up, then took a huge risk. He did a single axel spin, but ended up running into the wall mid spin, hitting his nose. He fell back onto the floor, laying on his stomach. His nose was bleeding from hitting the wall, and was clearly all over the white ice. He started crying, not from the pain, but from knowing he couldn't do one of his simplest moves that he had known how to do for years.
"Yuuri!" Viktor cried out. He was legitimately scared about Yuuri as he skated over there as fast as he could. The competition replayed over and over in his head as he finally reached Yuuri. He was crying on the ground, and his face was surrounded by blood. Viktor immediately thought it was the competition over again. He got down on his knees, lifting Yuuris head and shoulders up, laying them against Viktors knees. Viktor was looking down at Yuuri, seeing his teared and blood covered face. He finally relaxed a bit, knowing it was just his nose bleeding.
"I cant do it! I'll never skate again!" Yuuri cried out, sobbing very loudly now. Viktors heart hurt so much. Seeing his lover this crushed. He just wanted Yuuri to be happy. Viktor took a rag from in his pocket, that usually cleaned his skates and cleaned up Yuuris face from blood, but he kept crying.
"I just want to skate again..." Yuuri sobbed. Viktor pulled Yuuris head against his chest. Viktors eyes teared up as well. Yuuri cried into his husbands chest. Viktor didnt know what to say, seeing Yuuri this sad. He stayed quiet, holding onto his lover tightly, rocking him back and forth.
"Please... let him skate again..." Viktor whispered ever so quietly to himself, Yuuri not being able to hear him from crying.
Viktor put his head in Yuuris hair, rocking him still. Viktor would trade anything for Yuuri to be able to skate again. It meant the absolute world to him that Yuuri was the happiest man on earth, but without skating, Yuuri wasnt himself.
Yuuri wasnt Yuuri.