Graceful
A raven haired boy walked into the large room that held the supposedly empty rink. He expected the love of his life, the famous Russian skater, Viktor Nikiforov, to be awaiting his arrival. What he found though, was nothing like that.
A figure glid gracefully,no, it was more like she commanded the ice in the same way Viktor did. She was like an angel, her long blond ponytail flowed behind her, held by a simple ponytail. Her bangs covered the match to a bright blue eye.
The girl swiftly moved over the ice dancing to some random song she had playing. It was an English song, he was lucky to have understood it.
'We were born to make history'
He personally liked the song, but was fine with the one Viktor had choose for their duet, 'Dream It Possible'.
She came to a stop as the song ended panting. It was then she noticed the boy, clapping.
"Who're you?" he asked.
"None of your business," she skated over to him, exiting the rink, "I'd expect Viktor to be here with you," she said it as a statement but in a way it could've still been considered a question.
"I've got no clue where he is, he's normally waiting here for me," Yuri hesitated before continuing, "we're supposed to practice a duet."
The girl pulled her phone out of her pocket, hesitantly handing it to the raven haired boy.
"Nani?" he asked.
She jabbed it at him, "The song, for the duet, pull it up." It was then Yuri noticed the bright blue headphones trailing over her grey hoodie. He pulled up the song, letting it play completely, "I've got an idea," she pulled the boy's shoulder, "get on the ice!"
Yuri confusedly did as told, the girl started the song onto the the speaker, both started the routine. Sliding across the ice, Yuri noticed the girl somehow knew the routine, the same routine he and Viktor had made.
When they finished they went back to the sides, and went to the benches.
"Who are you!?" Yuri couldn't help but scream.
The girl, using her index finger, lifted his chin up to look her in the eyes, "Yuri, why haven't you figured it out yet?"
Boy in question started into her piecing blue eyes, before making a sound in shock, almost that of a whimper.
"Viktor?" Yuri's voice soft, filled to the brim with confusion.
The girl smirked, Yuri tackled her off the bench, landing on top of her. She swiftly pulled him down into a hug, "Yuri."
Yuri pushed himself out of her strong grasp, and looked her right in the eyes, the eyes of his Viktor, "What happened?"
Viktor laid, hands up beside her head, ponytail sprayed out to her side. Yuri's hands sat between her he sides and arms, knee between her leg, "Y-Yuri?" She stammered. Yuri quickly rolled to her left and laid beside her.
"Gomen."
"What?! You know I can't speak your native language!"
"I said sorry, anyway, my original question."
"I honestly have no clue," Viktor turned her head to the side, looking into chocolate brown eyes.
The two laid there like that for what could've been hours, staring up at the ceiling in silence, but Viktor just had to through a dagger into the calmingness of it, "Hey Yuri," she suddently asked.
"Yeah," Yuri wondered what Viktor had planed, for her to have broken the silence.
"Viktor suddenly turned to lay on her side, using bother her arms she pulled him close, using one hand she pulled his head to hers, lips colliding. Yuri was taken aback by the sudden moved, but quickly recovered, kissing back passionately.
When Yuri walked into the rink, he hadn't got what he expected. But what he got, well let's just say it was just as good.
Never end, he thought,
Never end.