Title: Ice Breakers

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki was determined. He would own the ice on which Viktor Nikiforov skated. He would make it his own, he would be the best Figure Skater there was and Viktor would regret ever thinking less of him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! On Ice

Pairing: Victor/Yuuri

Rating: T (Might change later in chapters)

Edited: 18/01/2017

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Prologue

Yuuri Katsuki was born on November 29th to Hiroko and Toshiya Katsuki. He had ebony hair curled naturally after just being born with the usual light blue eyes. His older sister Mari couldn't wait to see the colour of then when it started to settle in.

"Mama! Can I hold him?" said the 8-year-old Mari with her large curious eyes trained on the small blanket wrapped baby in her mama's arms. Said woman smiled gently to her daughter and placed the baby in her flimsy arms as Toshiya hovered over them just in case Mari dropped baby Yuuri.

"Careful Mari, you have to hold the head because he's still so fragile." Said her papa and he knelt next his daughter for better access to rearrange her arms to loop over the dark tuffs of Yuuri's head. The baby opened his eyes with a small whine when he was shifted a bit too roughly. He looked up to the toothy grinning face above him and screeched with cries. The little girl was startled out of her joy and started to panic with the squirming new-born.

"Mama! Help!" she called as she watched both her parents laugh at their daughter's confusion on why the baby was acting so negatively.

To put it least Yuuri Katsuki's birth brought great joy to the Katsuki Family.

Ice Breakers

A small boy sat on top of a brick wall swinging his legs in sync to the song stuck in his head. His nee-san had played this song for so long and Yuuri couldn't help put fall in love with it. It was an Korean song and Yuuri didn't really know what they were saying but Mari had played it in her room when they had sleep overs. It had a nice tune that made Yuuri want to dance.

Dance…

Those burning embers known as his eyes light up with flames of excitement. Minako was a family friend that was also a retired professional ballerina but now she owned a ballet studio. Yuuri didn't live far from it, actually he was very close to it from his current placement. Hopping of the small brick wall he started to walk in the direction to the studio.

He was only six years old and his Mama wouldn't approve of him leaving the Onsen grounds but he was an adventurous boy and no one was mean to him in Hasetsu, in fact they seemed to like him! Yuuri walked past he was greeted by many smiles and waves. Like he normally did when he went out into town with his Nee-san. He could even hear their soft mummers. What Yuuri didn't know was that he wasn't being greeted due to his relation with the infamous Onsen but rather his appearance. Yuuri was something different from his family. Petite and delicate with a feminine touch that instead of making him look freaky due to him being a boy made him look beautiful and eye-catching.

Androgynous Beauty. He was born with his father's hair of when he was young and not like now as they were greying with age, but rather than a black scruffy mess it was soft and bouncy that made him look like a little prince, well it would have if he didn't constantly ruin them by putting his hands in them. Large brown eyes that were not plain in the least, they were burning like the flames of fires, not an ordinary brown colour due to the specs of black and grey in them. Also, courtesy of his father. He was only a child so he still had his adorable baby fat. He had a slow metabolism but he was also a very active child and no matter how many pork cutlet bowls he ate he always burned it off when he played with his nee-san.

His parents were so happy that their only son was a sight to behold. They admitted they didn't have the best genes but it seemed that their little Yuuri was just a miracle waiting to hatch. The towns people loved the Katsuki family, partly because of the hot spring and pork cutlet bowls but also because little Yuuri. He was polite and smart, though a bit oblivious to what people thought of him. Yuuri was always found with his mama helping in the kitchen and he liked to talk to all the new people that entered their family business. He enchanted the people with his cuteness and smiles in a heartbeat. Not that the boy knew of course.

All too soon Yuuri found himself in front of Minako's ballet studio with a grin of his face, dimples visible. He invited himself in and walked his way towards the dance room with the big mirrors. Opening the door just a crack he heard soft music playing, maybe from a violin, and then Minako dancing with such grace, Yuuri couldn't help but smile toothily. He kept watching as she spins in balanced circles and twists with her arms outstretched like she painting a scenery that only she saw. Her toes only remained on the floor as she brought her other leg up and did a tricky leap with a swirl in the air. Yuuri was containing his inner screaming as he watched her. She was like the calm waves of the ocean at night. Mysterious and gentle but had enough power for destruction.

Yuuri kept watching captivated till she ended in sync with the music. Her chest was heaving trying to let the air in as she held a posture. Yuuri couldn't take it anymore and opened the door fully and started clapping, startling the woman who looked ready to go full outrage demon on whoever disturbed her. Till she saw who it was.

Hiroko's son was standing there clapping wilding and cheering. And she smiled. It had been a while since she had been cheered on. And even brought someone so much obvious joy. "What brings you here Yuuri?" she asked as she snatched up a water bottle as she advanced to the boy who hummed at her cutely and Minako had to stop herself from cooing.

"Oba1 Minako, I want to dance too!" Yuuri said with a desperate face. Minako smiled devilishly.

"Oh? And why should I teach you how to dance? You can never take anything seriously." She said crossing her arms. Don't get her wrong she was going to teach Yuuri how to dance. But you could teach anyone how to dance but someone who wanted dance like it was a part of them, like dance was a paintbrush and you had to move your body to make the image, they had to have soul. Determination. Did Yuuri have that?

Said boy looked down. He wanted to dance. He loved the beauty of it. Loved the way the dancers moved their body in such bewitching ways that it invited everyone into their enthralling world of music and the rhythm. But could he do the same thing? Could he be handsome and alluring by just the swirl of his body and no words but his hips?

"I will take it seriously! I will cappata-captivate the people who watch me! I will do it! I can do it!" Said the boy as he looked up at once, he stumbled over the words but at least got out what he wanted to say and it was exactly what Minako wanted to hear.

The woman smiled and uncrossed her arms and held them out for the boy to fully enter the room. "Let's see what you got."

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Yuuko held the hands with Yuuri as they slid on the ice. Yuuri's legs were wobbling with the effort of not slipping. "You nearly go it Yuuri, want to try without me holding your hand?" asked the brunette. The boy nodded cautiously as if even with a nod of the head he might slip. Releasing his hands Yuuko backed off and watched Yuuri as he spread out his arms for some balance.

After Takeshi, had pushed Yuuri over, he had been determined to skate better just to prove himself. And Yuuko was happy to help him improve. The big eyebrowed boy had left in a huff when he saw them. But that didn't stop Yuuri to stop his 'training'

Yuuri kicked off with his leading leg and glided along the ice, as he succeeded in staying in a line he started to laugh and looked over to the also overjoyed Yuuko who was clapping but due to his distraction he slipped on the edge of the blade as he tried to make a turn and even as he flapped his arms desperately to stay up he skidded on the floor to which Yuuko gasped and rushed over on her skates.

"Yuuri are you okay?!" she asked worried. The boy groaned and then his body started to shack and Yuuko felt bad for making him cry. "Are you hurt Yuuri? Should I get mama?" asked the elder by two years' girl.

The shredded ice covered boy lifted his head from his hunched position on the ice still shaking but it because evident that it wasn't because he was crying but rather laughing. "Again! That was cool!" said Yuuri between giggles. He had been so happy when he glided in a straight line and so had Yuuko when he had done so. Said girl smiled at him and helped him up.

To which he carried on skating on the ice. Toppling over ever so often but that smile never left his face. And as hours passed and the sky darkened. He stopped and saw a very angry Minako standing outside the rink with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. Only then did Yuuri realise that he had missed his dance lesson.

It seemed time flied when you were having fun!

Ice Breakers

Hello! I am BloodLikeRubies, and this is the first anime fanfiction I've written. I adore the anime series Yuri! On Ice and couldn't help write fanfiction on it. I hope you liked it that please, Favourite and review and even follow.

I have a plot planned out for this and I will admit I'm making Yuuri a big OOC but it's fanfiction so I don't care!

Thanks for reading!

-Blair