This is a branch off of my previous story The Diar- Journal you can read that one first or this one. It's sort of a branch off not really connected I just got the idea from it sort of.
Yuuri walked into his home pulling his luggage and Viktor, who was smiling like a maniac, in.
"Hey mom! I'm home!" His sister (not his mom) came running!
"Where is Yurio?" She said looking eager.
"Here." Yuri called from behind his massive body guard.
*fangirl squeals*
"Hi Yuuri, I have a pork cutlet bowl for you." Yuuri's mouth watered at the thought of a beautiful pork cutlet bowl his mom made. It's smell wafting from the kitchen, he soon found himself scarfing one down with Viktor beside him asking for one too while jumping up and down.
Yuuri was whipping his mouth when his mother set a leather bound book in front of him.
"What's this?" Viktor asked with curiosity painted in his eyes.
"It's a new diary for Yuuri, he used up his other one." Yuuri suddenly stood.
"Mom! It's not a diary, it's a journal, a-and it's not mine, y-you're mistaken!" Yuuri said all flustered.
"Awww, Yuuri, you look so cute when you're flustered!" Viktor pinched his cheeks and Yuuri swatted them away, grabbed the diar- journal, and ran to his room.
It's not girly, is it? Yuuri thought. He grabbed his old worn journal determined to prove that having a diar- journal isn't girly, but it's very manly. He flipped to the entry about the first time he saw Viktor skating.
His slender body swayed to the soft music, his head tipping back with his arms outstretched seeming reach for the crowd to pull on our hearts. In that instant, I fell in love, with his grace and the way his lithe body cut through the air, and the way the blades of his stakes scratched the frozen water. I think everyone fell in love with him, but I fell hard and fast.
Totally not girly. Yuuri thought while biting his lip. Dream on Yuuri. He flipped to another entry, one that told of him skating to On Love Eros.
I made sharp turns, making them have a sexy edge to them, perfecting my jumps and making sure they don't look soft. In the beginning I didn't know who I was being sexy for, but by the middle I knew it for Viktor, the beautiful legend who sways with grace and sexiness. I knew I would never be better than him, but the fact that he wanted to be my coach makes me strive to for the perfection. I pivot into my final pose, arms wrapped around me, I turned to face Viktor, inspecting his eyes, I found surprise evident in his, what most would say, cold blue eyes. But the warmth of them enveloped me, making me feel proud of myself.
This is what love makes some feel, so it's not girly, but not entirely manly either. A knock came to the door, followed by a Russian accented voice. Viktor.
"Yuuri, are you ok?" concern laced his voice.
"Yeah, I'm going to the hot springs." Yuuri grabbed a towel and some clothes.
"Ok, may I join you?" Yuri blushed and hesitantly said
"S-sure."
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