DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yuri on Ice. This is purely fan fiction.

"Ne, ne, Yurio…..there's a new katsudon sh-"

"We're not going anywhere, Viktor so spill it."

Viktor gave a childish pout, still trying to get on Yurio's good graces and hoping to escape his rather inopportune situation. It was an honest mistake, really. When he got a message from 'Yuri' that went like, 'I'm at the local ice rink. Be waiting,' he never did a second glance and ran to the area, feeling elated at the thought of his dear Yuri Katsuki initiating an early morning practice.

He failed to think of how his inbox has two 'Yuris' on the register. One with a capital 'Y' the other all in small caps.

So imagine his suprise and confusion when Yurio's trademark pissed off face welcomed him in the changing room.

Same changing room where he's currently at, sitting primly at a corner with the mighty Yuri Plisetsky, clad in his brand new, lion-printed shirt and tight black pants, blocking the doorway.

"So…why him?"

Viktor tilted his head in innocence. "Him who?"

Yurio felt a nerve snap. "Yuri Katsuki! Coaching him?" he snickered. "Just how low are you willing to stoop down to find your imaginary inspiration, Viktor?! You're better than-"

The change in Viktor's facial expression silenced him. Viktor was no longer smiling. And Yurio of all people knew what that means. He overstepped his bounds.

"Did you just insult Yuri, Yurio?"

Viktor's tone was calm. The type of calm before an impending storm. Yurio decided that he didn't like hearing that voice. It was….intimidating.

The young Russian prodigy suddenly felt like a child being scolded by an adult. "It's just…..you never told Yakov and the rest of the team…..you're slated for this year's championship yet you…."

Yurio gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He heard Viktor release a strained sigh.

"I can no longer perform."

What? He met his former mentor's eyes in question.

"It's a skater's thing. The muse. It's gone," Viktor continued, as if it explained the meaning behind his statement.

"Gone…"

"Uhuh…"

"I don't understand," Yurio admitted, confused stare now turning to a glare.

"Unless I feel it again, I can't skate at my best."

"And you think that Katsuki has it? Your lost muse or whatever?"

Viktor walked in front of him and gave a soft pat on his shoulder. "Did you really travel all the way from Russia just to ask the question?"

Yurio blushed in pure embarrassment. "No way! I have an exclusive interview with NHK! But hey, don't change the topic!"

"Yuri has it, yes…" Viktor muttered, bringing a hand to carress Yurio's cheek. "…and you have it too."

Yurio still doesn't get it, and Viktor still hasn't given him a straight answer.

"Then why him over me?"

Viktor gave him a casual smile. "Because Yuri needs me. Do you?"

He wants to say 'yes.' Of course it has to be Viktor. He wants Viktor to be his coach. They both made a promise even if the bastard's short-term memory's getting in the way. But for some reason he stood silent.

The Russian champion walked past him and pulled the door knob open.

"I'll drag you back on ice, Viktor. Even if I die trying!" Yurio blurted, his back on his senior's.

A meaningful smile graced Viktor's lips. "Feel free to try."

Niru-Se: Just a very random fic. I'm still bent on finding out what Viktor's reason is for coaching Yuri and I absolutely don't have any idea. Viktor doesn't give any hints too. And so somehow, this fic came to life?

Don't mind me. It's written. It's out. Fire away!