Welcome to Chasse and Check! I made a grave mistakes in watching Welcome to the Ballroom the other day. I ended up watching all eleven episodes that are out in one day, and when I finished I had this overwhelming feeling that Kaname and Viktor would get along. Thus, this story was born. I should mention, the mistake was in the fact that I spent like four hours binge watching it and did nothing with my day. I was glad that I watched it because it's a great show, I just wanted to get more things done that day.

One important thing that I do need to mention is that I am changing some facts around. I am changing the ages of most characters for logistical reasons. What I have decided is that Viktor and Kaname are the same age –twenty-four, Yuuri is twenty-one, Yuri is sixteen, and Tatara, Kiyoharu, and Shizuku are fourteen. In terms of plot, for Yuri! on Ice this takes place after the first season. For Welcome to the Ballroom, I'm basically cutting into the story before the incident with Kiyoharu's knee. I am, however, going to say that Tatara has been in the dance studio for quite some time. Hopefully, that doesn't get too confusing.

And then a few disclaimers. I have not read the manga for Welcome to the Ballroom. Characters and events that come directly from there are going to fly over my head. I, also, have never taken lessons in dance or figure skating in my life. I will probably get things wrong, just a forewarning. The last thing is that I'm trying to work on staying in character. I know I'm far from perfect with it, but I'm going to try my best. I think that's it though, I hope. Please enjoy reading! Reviews are highly appreciated!

This is a strictly fan based story, all rights go to those who created/own Yuri! on Ice and Welcome to the Ballroom.


"No, no, no! Stop!"

It was daunting to hear the silver haired, heartthrob's voice echo throughout the rink. Even after a full year, Yuuri Katsuki had not grown even slightly used to it. Then again, perhaps it was because despite a year of training, Viktor Nikiforov still regularly hollered during practices.

"This is not going to work," he said, as Yuuri slid to a halt in front of him. "You have to choose a theme –now."

It was the start of a new Grand Prix season, the public wanted to know each skaters' theme for the year. The press was begging to know, pleading for skaters to announce their intentions on the ice. In the past week, Viktor had even made an appearance and announced his theme would be: passion. It was a strong theme backed up by his return to the ice after a year away. It had men and women alike falling to their knees in excitement for the coming season. The mere thought of seeing Viktor back on the ice was enthralling the masses. Yuuri even found himself being sucked in to the media hole –despite the fact that Viktor was with him every day.

Unlike the majority of other skaters, Yuuri was dragging his feet on announcing a theme. While some speculated that he was waiting until the time was right to yield the highest attention, the truth was he simply hadn't come up with a theme. The year before, he had blurted it out without a second thought. Love. It had come from his heart –a spur of the moment decision. But this year was different.

This year, everyone's eyes were on him. He had made an impression on the world by breaking Viktor's record and standing in second place by tenths of a point at the Barcelona Grand Prix. This time around, he could feel the pressure of the world on his shoulders, and it was causing him to freeze up.

"How do you expect me to decide right now?" Yuuri asked, his eyes wide with fear. For the last two weeks, Viktor had attempted to force ideas out of him, but he didn't know the truth. Viktor seemed to believe that he had at least a few concepts swirling around in his head, but had not put his finger down on one. How could Yuuri tell him that he was at a complete loss?

Viktor tapped his pointer finger against his chin, as though he was deep in thought. When he stopped, he shrugged his shoulders, "You must decide. If you cannot pick one theme you want to get across to the audience, then how are you going to work on expressing it?"

"I," Yuuri said –indignantly– as though he was on the edge of a great comeback. But, his shoulders fell and he gave in, "Don't know."

"You don't have to be so hard on yourself, but you need to decide on a theme. We need to find music too. And we need to piece together your choreography, so it's cohesive. Oh, and we need to look into your costumes for this year. We don't want to leave that until the last minute."

The to-do list went on, and it felt as though it expanded every day. There was never enough time to finish everything that needed to be done. Instead, Yuuri just fell deeper and deeper into the same endless pit of things that would never be finished.

"Your sister said something about guests arriving soon. And your mother said something about dinner tonight," Viktor was still listing off the thousands of things that needed to be done, as they walked back to the hot springs together.

"Viktor, can we just take a break for a second?" Yuuri asked, though he already knew the answer. It was the same answer he usually got from his coach turned fiancé.

"A break? We don't have time to relax," Viktor threw his hands into the air. "You can relax once you've won the gold in the Grand Prix this year. You do still intend to win the gold this year, right?"

Yuuri let out a huff, but nodded his head. It was a task that was easier said than done. The year before, he had barely managed to land a place in the finals, and that was without having Viktor as a fellow competitor. But, he knew better than anyone that his going for gold was one of the few things keeping Viktor in Japan with him –for the time being.

"So what did your sister mean by guests? Don't you always have guests arriving?" Viktor asked. He didn't pay much attention to the guests that came and went from the hot springs, but he was beginning to pick up some of ways the business worked.

"It's summer vacation for schools throughout Japan. The parents that can get time off for the vacation tend to bring their children for a few days of rest at the hot springs. We usually get an influx of guests during this time of year," Yuuri explained as the reached the front entrance of the springs.

As if their conversation had actually been a wish that was granted, when they opened the door the main room was crowded with people. He could see his mother behind the counter as his father was rushing through the lobby with clean, newly pressed towels. His sister was most likely in the mess somewhere, trying to help get everyone situated and settled.

"I should probably help," Yuuri said, slipping into building. Since returning home, his parents had ensured he had comfortable living quarters, and they didn't even ask a great deal out of him in return. He could tell that his sister was envious of the treatment, and he did want to give back. It was just hard to force himself to do so after hours of practice at the Ice Castle.

It was difficult to get through the crowded room without pushing or shoving someone by accident. There were some guests who recognized him, even some asking for his autograph. He couldn't help but wonder if the others guests had mauled Viktor or not. After all, even with his popularity inside of Japan, Viktor was far better known throughout the world.

Yuuri seemed to be right, as he heard a booming voice announce, "Viktor Nikiforov!"

It was impossible to see whom the voice belonged to until the ocean of people parted way for a tall, blonde man. Yuuri didn't recognize him at first glance. The figure skating world was not gigantic, and he knew a great number of competitors and coaches. This man was not one of them.

"Kaname Sengoku?" Viktor asked, stepping forward from the front door where was still attempting to get in. The second he was inside, the guests began to whisper, excited to see the skater. But, his eyes were locked onto one person. "What are you doing here?"

The two embraced, sending a prickling jolt of emotion down Yuuri's spine. Who was the blonde man? How did he know Viktor? When the two released each other, Kaname glanced over his shoulder.

"Tatara, Shizuku, Kiyoharu, come over here," he waved down three people that were a handful of years younger than Yuuri.

The first two that came into Yuuri's line of sight were willowy –with a serious look stuck on their faces. They held themselves with a confidence that poured into the room. Every last eye in the room was focused on them as they walked towards the blonde man. The third person was left in their dust without an eye to take notice of him. Yuuri would have skipped over him too, if he weren't expecting there to be three people. The last boy was only slightly shorter than the girl, but the way he carried himself made him disintegrate into the background. He blended into the crowd as just another person.

"Yuuri," Viktor said, waving his hand to direct him over.

He hesitated, not certain if he should follow his coach's orders. At the mere sight of the first boy and girl, he felt as small as an ant. He finally got the nerve up, when he noticed the third one of the group make a crack that had the girl laughing and the other boy slightly less frowning.

"This is Viktor Nikiforov. I met him while studying abroad many years back," the man –Kaname– introduced the three to him. "Viktor, these three are Kiyoharu Hyoudou, Shizuku Hanaoka, and Tatara Fujita. Tatara is my student."

"Student?" Yuuri asked, wondering if they were actually in the skating world. There were certainly some skaters that he had not met in his life.

"Kaname, this is Yuuri Katsuki. I'm coaching him," Viktor said, beaming as he wrapped one arm around Yuuri's shoulders.

"Katsuki," the background boy –Tatara– said, "I think I saw you on television not too long ago. You do figure skating, right?"

Yuuri felt a flash of heat to his face. He was never great with attention from the media or fans. If it weren't for his deep love of the sport, he would have avoided it to stay away from the cameras and interviews. He, however, was not going to be rude to a guest, so he nodded his head, "I do."

"You still didn't answer my question, Kaname. What are you doing here?" Viktor asked again, disregarding the small conversation occurring between Yuuri and the other three.

"What do you mean? When you told me you were in Japan, I thought it might be nice to catch up. Besides, these three need a break for a while. They're starting to lose their shine," he said, giving the three a look.

The serious boy didn't even flinch at the comment, only yawned and stretched out his arms. The girl, on the other hand, did not seem pleased to hear the man speak of her in such a manner.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she spat.

Kaname hummed, pressing a finger to his cheek, "What do you think it means?"

"You don't even have the nerve to speak honestly, do you?"

"Look at what I have to deal with Viktor!" the man said. His tone was clearly playful, though Yuuri had a feeling he was being somewhat honest. "They never listen to me. How am I supposed to help them if they never listen?"

"You shouldn't ask me. Last year, I tried to coach this one at a competition. He ended up with his face in a wall and a bloody nose. They never listen," Viktor said, as the two older men seemed to pity themselves.

The two men went on about the woes of coaching, even as Yuuri showed them to their rooms. They continued on until they were seated around a table waiting for dinner to be served. Bowls were placed out in front of them, the four new guests each with a bowl of vegetables and rice along with Yuuri. It was only Viktor who was indulging himself with a pork cutlet bowl.

He seemed to notice Yuuri's eyes on his food, but wagged a finger in his face. "You know the rules. You can't have one unless you win a competition. How long has it been since you've eaten one of these?"

"Please, don't remind me," Yuuri said, though they both knew the rules stretched a bit thin at times. He was allowed one after he made it into the Grand Prix finals the year before and got one after he managed to place second as well. The rules were set in place for a reason, but it didn't mean they were always upheld to the highest standards. In order to shift the conversation away from him, Yuuri glanced to Tatara. "Sengoku-san said you are his student. What are you learning from him?"

"Did you hear that?" Kaname cut in, "It wounds me that you have not told your own student about me. I thought I left a deeper impression on you, Viktor?"

Yuuri felt his jaw slack open. What kind of a relationship did these two have? Had Kaname heard about their engagement and decide a visit was needed? Could they have been– no, he would not think of that. After all, Viktor had told him about his countless of girlfriends he'd had throughout his youth. Why would he skip over Kaname?

"I ballroom dance," Tatara answered the question as Viktor and Kaname continued with their drinking. "We all do."

"Ballroom dance?" Yuuri repeated. He knew that it was a thing, of course, but he had never heard of anyone doing it professionally. Although, the more he thought about it, the more be had a feeling that Minako had mentioned it to him in passing. That she had attempted ballroom once before, but gave it up for ballet instead.

"I think the correct answer is Sengoku-san, Kiyoharu, and I ballroom dance. You are still learning the basics," Shizuku teased.

Tatara's face lit up –red with embarrassment. It was clear that he had hoped she would let that part slide.

"Do you have a room for us to practice? I would prefer one with mirrors," Kiyoharu spoke up for the first time since they arrived. He spoke in a bland, plain voice. He didn't seem like the type of person that could force a room to follow his every movement. He seemed the exact opposite of Viktor and even Kaname –quiet, though perhaps deadly. Despite his confidence, Yuuri wondered if he was truly able to fill a room with his mere presence.

"No practice tonight!" Kaname said, leaning forward over the table. "We are here to get our minds off dance. You three are barreling yourselves into a ditch that you won't be able to come back from."

A frown stretched over the boy's face, the first sign that he was capable of showing emotion. He didn't answer the increasingly drunk Kaname, but turned to Yuuri instead. "Your family owns the inn, yes? Is there a room I could practice in?"

Kaname threw his hand out, swiping the air. He was bothered that the boy wasn't listening to him, but it didn't seem as though he was going to start a scene about the matter.

"Not in the inn," Yuuri answered, "but you can probably practice in my ballet teacher's studio."

"You do ballet? When did you start?" Tatara asked, his eyes widening. Yuuri didn't know what to make of him. At first sight, he didn't seem to fit in with the rest of his group, but they seemed to welcome him in regardless. There must have been something about him that drew them in.

"I started ballet when I was young. A lot of figure skaters do ballet to help with their form. I don't train that seriously in ballet, though. It's more about supporting my skating."

Tatara shook his head, "Why did every find dance when they were kids? I feel like I'm the only one starting so late."

"You're not the only one, but it does mean you have farther to go than the rest of us," Shizuku said, patting his shoulder. "You'll just have to work extra hard from now on."

In an instant, the sad, moping look on Tatara's face shifted to bright and gleaming. He clenched his fist, "I will! I'll work harder than anyone I know!"

"Don't get too full of yourself there," Shizuku caught him, giving him a small smirk.

The rest of dinner was filled with small chatter amongst the two groups, as Viktor and Kaname grew increasingly drunk. When they could barely stumble back to their rooms, Yuuri took the other three out of the inn and towards Minako's studio. The lights were all off, but she gave him a key when he last returned home. As he unlocked the door and flicked on the lights, he let three dancers into the room.

Minako's studio was rather small, something that she could afford on her small salary. The walls were the same bland off-white color they had been when she bought the place. The full length mirrors were the only addition she'd made to the studio, ensuring that her students could see their form while they practiced.

With the three situated, Yuuri considered returning to the inn. He was certain his parents and sister were running around attempting to appease the patrons, but as he turned to leave the sound of rubber soles on wood forced him to glance back. In an instant, Kiyoharu had Shizuku in his arms. They spun around the room dancing to a beat that played only in their heads. Yuuri was captivated. He lost himself in their movements, every twist and turn.

"Aren't they amazing?" Tatara said, though to no one in particular.

Words flashed through Yuuri's head, rushing out before he could grab ahold of any one. His mind went blank as he watched the two waltz about the room with fluid yet sharp movements. With each movement, they beckoned for Yuuri's attention. He could not think, he could not move. The only words that slipped out of his mouth were, "What is this?"