From when he was 5, Yuuri Katsuki knew he was different.

He would hear strange noises in the neighborhood, or talked to some old man who was invisible to most eyes. He realized as the heir to the Yu-topia shrine, which was also a hot spring spot for people who wanted to spend the night there, he was different – and talented, from what he heard from his father, because he was the first to be able to do so after a few generations.

"That's great, Yuuri. That means you could help 'them'," he remembered his father said when he told him.

But Yuuri didn't know how. He didn't learn exorcism, since the shrine didn't focus on that. The best he could do is to listen to 'their' requests, helping them with that and help them to pass on. Some are harder to handle, but so far he was able to manage that quite well.

Yes, for the 23 years of his life. Because at the age of 10, he stopped talking to them, afraid of what people around him said as him being a freak. He could see them just well, but he pretend they didn't exist. It was hard at first to distinguish the living and the dead, but after a while he got used to it.

This year, he would be 23 years old. He would soon graduate from his University in Kyoto, taking performing arts, dance, as his major. He always loved all kind of dance, ballet, tango, waltz, hip hop, everything, really. And he was lucky to have Minako-sensei, his ballet teacher, taught him ballet since he was small. It helped him distract himself from the spirits, and now it became his passion.

And so far he was doing really well. Really, really well. So well that he could give himself a pat of encouragement on his back.

But then he stopped. As he walked pass the street full of blooming cherry-blossoms, he noticed something was different with the usual scenery. So he stopped. He spotted a man, sitting, watching as the cherry blossom falls. The sight was so beautiful so Yuuri have to rub his eyes for confirmation that it wasn't a really big painting that someone decided to leave there and block his view

But it wasn't.

And it was utterly, remarkably beautiful. Beyond words.

Because he could saw his soft sad smile as he watched the petals fall down. And then he weeped, because time has stopped for him. His hair didn't flutter along as the gentle wind blows.

Yuuri knew that man was a spirit.

But he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful sight of the foreigner.

He had never felt it before, the way his heart beats faster at his sight, and how his heart clenched in pain as he watched him weep. So he walked, closer to him, ignoring the principles that he had kept for years. He knew that foreigner was a spirit, but he couldn't stop himself from his desire to get closer to him

"Um.. Hello?" Yuuri said unsurely in English. Thank God he was fluent in it.

The man flinched, then he looked around before staring back at Yuuri with the most beautiful pair of blue orbs.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked back in fluent English, with a little accent. Russian, Yuuri guessed.

Yuri found himself chuckled at the innocent reaction. "Is there anyone else around here aside from you?" He asked back.

"You.. You could see me?!" The man looked at him, unable to utter more words. Yuuri nodded. "OH MY GOD! Finally! Finally I can talk to someone! It's been days, or weeks, I don't know! No one replied as if I'm invisible!" the man exclaimed happily, suddenly moved to hug Yuuri. A second later he frowned because he couldn't touch Yuuri, and instead just pass through him.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" the man smiled sadly as he stood, now behind Yuuri.

"That, I don't know for sure. Usually it's either you are dead, or you are in.. Sort of a coma, so your spirit left your body temporarily," Yuuri answered, smiling sadly, facing the foreigner.

"But I'll do my best to find out what happened to you. I'll help you. And you are welcomed to stay with me. I'm living alone after all," Yuuri smiled, surprising himself witht he amount of hospitality he just showed the spirit.

"Really? I wouldn't be a bother?" he looked at Yuuri, sad.

"No, you wouldn't. By the way, my name is Yuuri, Yuuri Katsuki. What can I call you?" Yuuri smiled offered his hand to the foreigner.

"Victor. Victor Nikiforov," he replied, but reluctant to recieve Yuuri's hand.

"Just move your hand closer to me slowly, you'll know what I mean," Yuuri said. Victor did as he was told and smiled. Yuuri smiled back because he could feel Victor's energy clashing with his, making it as seem like they were touching, although physically they didn't.

"I see now," Victor grinned sheepishly, making Yuuri chuckled at his reaction.

"So, Victor, any particular thing you could tell me? A lead? Your family, for instance?" Yuuri asked, sitting down comfortably and sipping his hot cup of tea that he ignored for a while.

Victor shook his head as he followed Yuuri to sit again. "Aside from my name, I can't remember anything."

"Well, that's a rare case. Usually spirit would remember his past, or at least something that made him stay," Yuuri said. "But don't lose hope. I'll begin by searching your name on Google later. Thank God for technology, although I'm not particularly fond of it." Yuuri rolled his eyes.

Victor chuckled. "You just made yourself sound like you came from a few centuries ago."

"Figures. But well, I gotta go for practice. Wanna come with me?" Yuri offered.

"Can I? I won't disturb you?" Victor's eyes brighten at the offer.

"You won't," Yuuri chuckled as he stood and start walking.

"What are you practicing?" Victor asked excitedly, following Yuuri.

"Well.. um.. Ballet," Yuuri told him. "I know it's a little feminine," He mumbled to his scarf.

"Ballet? I love it! It's beautiful!" Victor chirped happily. "I saw someone danced when I was wandering around. Although it was from outside a studio, I really loved how he moved so gracefully. I don't really know how to explain it.. but it gave me strength somehow. I felt like I shouldn't give up so soon."

"Really? Then, um, it's a personal request, but.. Would you help me with my practice? Just give me your opinion as an audience. That would help me a lot," Yuuri blushed, giving himself an imaginary good-job-pat on the back for being brave.

"I would really love to! Although I didn't know much about ballet but I'll try my best!" Victor hummed.

"We're here," Yuuri said, entering a modern minimalist building casually and greeted the receptionist.

"Yuuri! You're early!" a young woman in her 20s greeted him. "The room is ready, though. The usual one, okay?"

Yuuri nodded politely. "Thank you as always, Shizuka-san," he said before going straight to the room at the back of the studio, revealing a spacious studio with a big window facing another side of the street.

"Nice room!" Victor whistled.

"Well, I couldn't complain. I asked for a smaller room since I couldn't afford it, but she insisted I took this room for free instead."

"That Shizuka girl? Your girlfriend, I assume?"

"N-n-no! No, no, no! She is just my senior before, she graduated and opened a studio here. She also opened a class for kids and I helped sometimes. She thought of me as her brother," Yuuri explained, although he felt weird. There wasn't a need to explain himself, was it? Victor was just a stranger after all.

"Um, Victor?" Yuri said as the foreigner ignored him. "Wait here, I'll change first." Yuri said as he gathered his equipment and went inside the changing room, leaving Victor who looked around the room curiously.

Yuri came out shyly soon after, wearing his leotards and his ballet shoes, complete with a loose T-shirt to hide the way his bodysuit wrapped around his body tightly. He was never one who was confident with his own body after all. He moved silently to put his belonging back on the table.

"Ooh! Now that you dress up like this, you really looked like a dancer," Victor grinned, noticing Yuuri. "You're wearing your glasses when you dance?"

"Ah.. I'll.. take it off soon," Yuri said, smiling shyly.

He opened his laptop and connected it to the speaker Shizuka prepared inside the room. He played a random song, sounds like a classic piece.

"What is this piece?" Victor asked curiously.

"Ah.. it.. it's a gift from my friend, a composer. She compose this song for me. She said it was inspired by me so she asked me to name it myself. But I haven't really thought of the title," Yuuri grinned nervously.

"Hmm.. It's a good song. I like it," Victor grinned. "Your friend must be very talented."

"Yeah, she is," Yuuri grinned back. As soon as he finished setting the music on repeat, he put his blue frammed glasses on the table and took out a small container, a hair gel. He slicked his hair to the back. It didn't mean anything, really, just helped a bit to get rid of all his bangs on his face.

"Wha-," Yuuri heard Victor said something but he couldn't make out his expression as his face is getting blurry.

"Yes?" Yuuri asked. "Oh, sorry, I couldn't see that well when I have my glass off, so just call me if you needed anything."

"Oh, nothing. Please continue. I'll watch from here," Victor said, sitting.

Yuuri began his routine with a warm-up exercise as usual, as a dancer he knew how important this was. After that he would do some spins and jumps that he thought would fit the song.

"So, you're going to dance to this song?" Victor asked.

"Yes, it's an original piece, so I created a choreography for this. I hope it wouldn't be too disappointing," Yuuri answered, still focusing on his warm-up. He blushed as he heard Victor hummed.

As soon as he finished the warm-up exercise, Yuuri stood in the middle, waiting for the moment the song played on repeat. He took a deep breath before starting his movement. He began his dance with an adagio, moving slowly to the music, immersing himself to the dance. His back felt a little hot, aware that Victor gazed at him, looking, observing.

Yuuri moved around the room, dancing, swaying to the music, carefully reenacted the dance movement he had prepared. He heard Victor clapped as he did the Grand Jete, jumping gracefully, then the Fuoette turns, A Tour Jete, to a calypso leap. He smiled. He had never had this much fun during practice. Yuuri stopped his movement softly at about ¾ of the whole piece. Then he repeated it again from the beginning.

"You're done?" Victor clapped again. "That was fantastic!"

"Yeah, I haven't finished the choreography. I don't have any inspiration for the last part," Yuri chuckled. "Hope you enjoy that."

"Oh, I enjoyed it, truly. It was amazing. You looked really beautiful when you dance," Victor praised him. Yuri felt proud for making the Russian throwing words of praises to him.

"Great. I think I'll practice it a few more times, if you don't mind?" Yuuri smiled.

"Be my guest. I would be happy observing from here," Victor chirped.

Yuuri went back to the table, wiping the sweat off his face then put his glasses on for a while, taking a little rest. "So?" He asked, sitting beside Victor.

"What?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"You looked beautiful," the silver-haired chuckled, making Yuuri chuckled along with him.

"Not me. The dance," he said as he drink a few gulps from his water bottle.

"It's flawless. A little sad in the beginning, but getting better, calmer, more confident as it nearing the end," Victor commented.

"Wow."

"What?"

"I'm surprised you saw through me," Yuuri smiled, embarrassed.

"Let's just say your dance showed that to me," Victor grinned. "Oh right, Yuuri?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember what I said about ballet just now?" Yuuri nodded. "The one I saw was you."

"WHAT?!" Yuuri almost chocked the water he drank.

"Don't be like that. I was so surprised you looked different as soon as you get rid of your glasses and that annoying bangs," Victor laughed. "That's why I didn't recognize you were the same person as the dancer I saw. I was looking from there," Victor pointed the direction outside the window. Yuuri knew he was visible from the outside if people looked from that window but he had never paid any attention since not many people walked pass the street.

But Victor did.

"Oh God, that was more embarrassing than I thought," Yuuri said, wanting to bury his face to the floor.

"What is?" Victor laughed watching Yuuri.

"Knowing someone actually watched me and said that my dance gave them encouragement? Yeah, it's embarrassing. But I'm flattered. Thank you," Yuuri said shyly, trying to hide his face with his palms.

"You're welcome," Victor smiled.

Yuuri loved the sight of Victor. The way he moved, the way he talked, his friendly gestures, his smiles.. There was somehow a little longing he felt to the stranger he just met. It was as if they had a connection, it was like a fate, he would say. He secretly hoped this man was very much alive and well. Then maybe, just maybe..

'But we were both guys. That would be weird, wouldn't it?' Yuri thought. 'Besides.. it seems like he is engaged,' Yuuri took a peek at the silver ring on Victor's left hand. He felt a pang in his chest as he realized it so he tried to wave the thought far away from his brain.

"Something wrong?" Yuuri startled hearing the sudden question from the foreigner.

"No, nothing," Yuuri smiled. "I'll rehearse a few more times, okay?"

Victor nodded, seemed eager to see more of Yuuri's performance. Yuuri did better than he expected, feeling strangely encouraged after Victor's praises. Yuuri stopped after he felt satisfied with his routines.

"I'll take a shower first if you don't mind," Yuuri told Victor.

"Take your time, I'll wait. Or should I come with you?" Victor teased. Yuuri blushed from the words.

"No-nonsense! Just wait here, I'll be back soon!" Yuuri shouted and run to the shower room.

He took a quick one, unwilling to let the other party waiting for him. He run straight back, his hair still wet from the shower, back to his original hairstyle. "I'm back!"

"That was quick," Victor said, smirking.

"I didn't want you to wait too long!" Yuuri said, panting, a little to loud.

"Yuuri? Are you okay? Is someone else with you?" Yuuri heard Shizuka called from outside the room.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I was just talking to myself," Yuuri shouted back. He could see Victor tried hard to hide his laughs. "Ssh," Yuuri put his index finger on his lips signaling Victor to stay quiet. Victor nodded, still holding his laughter.

"Okay, then. Take your time, okay? There's one more hour before another person use that studio."

"O-okay! Thank you, Shizuka-san!" Yuuri said again, loudly.

"You looked funny when you panicked," Victor laughed hard, knowing no one but Yuuri could hear him.

"I don't really fancy people knowing about my ability, you know? It was supposed to be a secret. I haven't talked to spirits in years. Been ignoring them until now," Yuuri said, trying to explain himself.

"Huh? But you talked to me?" Victor asked, making Yuuri blushed at the realization.

"W-Wha..! No! It's just.. I just.. I just felt like I shouldn't leave you alone.." Yuuri finally admitted.

"Ehhh~ What is it? It sounds like love at the first sight!" Victor said happily. Yuuri knew the foreigner was just teasing him, but it still made him blushed.

"No, it's not! Now come, on, let's get going!" Yuuri said, his face felt hot. Victor followed, still chuckling.

The road to home was long and a little chilly. He dropped by the supermarket to buy a few ingredients for dinner, a curry was what he had in mind. He would love a katsudon but he had promised himself that he would never eat one unless he had won something in advance. A few ballet trophies and medals had shown how much katsudon he had for almost his whole life.

He went straight home afterwards, with Victor following Yuuri quietly from behind. Yuuri had told him to keep quiet unless he wanted to make a ruckus with a few other spirits buzzing the streets. If they didn't talk, at least other spirits will only see it as Victor closely following Yuuri either due to personal grudge or to protect him.

Yuuri heaved a sigh as soon as he arrived at the simple, quite run-down, two stories apartment that he had been calling home for the past few years after he entered university. Sure it wasn't the best place to stay, but it was cheap, they got heater and air-con, access to hot water in the bathroom, and a few equally quiet tenant as his neighbors. The landlord didn't seem to mind a few companies the tenants brought sometimes but he was really strict about the payment. Not that it was a problem for Yuuri.

Although many would think that many spirits resides in this place, there were actually only a few nice one that Yuuri had to talk to, since he would be occupying the space. They were understanding regarding his privacy but as he brought Victor in, the 'woman' staying at the lower floor whistled. She was a prostitute in her past life, murdered by her own partner, but Yuuri knew deep down she was kind.

"My, my, Yuu-chan. What a good looking spirit you brought today!" She said. "It's been a while since I last saw someone this handsome."

"Ah, he is my guest, Anna-san. Let me introduce you, Victor Nikiforov. I met him this afternoon," Yuuri smiled at Anna. Victor bowed his head.

"My, it's rare to see Yuu-chan talking to spirits other than 'us', so I would have never thought you actually brought one home with you. Why? Did you fall in love?" Anna winked. "Hello, Victor, nice to meet you. I've long forgotten my real name but you can call me Anna."

"Nice to meet you, Anna."

"So, what's your story?" Anna asked. A few other of her companion joined at the front gate.

"Um, Anna-san. Let's talk in my room?" Yuuri offered. "It would be bad if someone saw me talking to myself like this."

"You'll let us in your room?! Wow! Yeah! Let's go!" A kid chirped happily.

"Chii-chan!" Yuuri said. "Come on! But only for tonight, okay?"

"Finally I got to see what your room looked like," Chinatsu chirped. Yuuri smiled at her. He had always been fond of her since the beginning, treating her like a little sister, although Yuuri had always kept a certain distance when he got involved with the spirits business.

Everyone followed Yuuri upstairs. It was still around 5 in the afternoon so most of the tenant hadn't come back from work. Yuuri was glad or else some of them would think he was weird for talking alone.

"Wow, you're quite neat for a guy," Victor commented as he entered Yuuri's apartment.

Yuuri smiled. He was always proud of that trait of his. The apartment was decent with a living room connected to the kitchen and a bedroom separated by a sliding door. There was a sofa in the middle and a table, facing a medium sized flat-screen TV with a vase of blue roses beside it. His laptop was closed and placed neatly on the table along with a few magazines related to dance and figure skating.

"You're interested in figure skating?" Victor asked again, looking at the magazines on the table.

"Just as a reference. I'm not a pro in it. I just thought it was really beautiful, you know, the way the dance, gliding on ice. It was mesmerizing," Yuuri explained.

"Hmm~ Never know you'll be interested in that, though. You know, Yu-san never really tell us anything about himself," a boy, high-schooler named Kou, joined in the conversation.

"Ah.. well.." Yuuri said, embarrassed.

"Really? He just showed me his dance, though," Victor grinned.

"WHAT?! YOU NEVER LET US SEE!" Chinatsu whined.

"I-it's embarrassing, Chii-chan!" Yuuri blushed even more, although he managed to send a death glare to Victor.

"BUT YOU LET HIM SEE! HIM! Wait, what was your name again, ojii-san?" Chinatsu asked.

"O.. Ojii-san…." Victor looked shocked hearing that. "Ahh! I must've looked old right? Even a kid now calling me an uncle…" Victor's grinned was replaced by a sad whining face. Something that Yuuri hadn't expected to see from such a Cassanova.

"Well, well, Chii-chan, you're being rude. I'm sure you are older than him, age wise. You've been around for at least 30 years," another spirit said, a man in his 30s called Takeshi.

"But you've never get that sad when I call you ojii-san!" Chinatsu said, panicked.

"That's because I am older than you, kid," He smirked.

"Ah.. well.. just call him Victor, guys," Yuuri said, trying to end the dispute. He went towards the curled spirit-Victor trying to soothe his emotion. It would be bad if spirits continued to experience negative emotions anyway. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. For some reason I feel better when you're near me," Victor said, leaning in to Yuuri, causing their energy to clashed, making Yuuri felt Victor's touch.

"That, my boy, is the gift Yuuri have. For some reason if we get near him, we will feel really peaceful. And that is good. It helps preventing us from becoming evil spirits," Anna explained. "Yuuri lets us get close to him once a day. To make sure we won't turn."

"Yeah, but so far he only let us, the invisible residents of this apartment to get close to him. He wouldn't talk to other spirits," Kou added.

"Ah, guys, you can discuss and share your stories. I'll cook. I need an actual food," Yuuri said, making his way to the kitchen. He can still hear their discussion just fine.

"So, new guy, tell us your story," Takeshi said.

"Ah, about that, he can't remember anything but his name," Yuuri answered for Victor from the kitchen.

"Really? That was really unusual!" Anna said.

"Is it possible that he is still alive? Like in a state of comatose or something," Kou added.

"Well, I would like to know about that too," Victor smiled. "I do hope I am still alive."

"Oh well, then you just listen to our story!" Chinatsu chirped. "Let's start with Anna nee-chan!"

"Why me?"

"'cause you're the first one to meet him, nee-chan!"

"Well.. If your say so. Like I said, my name is Anna, and I don't even remember my real name anymore. I was.. well.. a prostitute before. I lived here the longest among us, which will be.. well, I think at least 60 years or so. I was murdered by my lover. Raped then killed. Quite the sadist wasn't he? But, well. After that I just stayed here. I wanted to take revenge but I didn't know where he was. Until a few years ago," Anna paused. "I met his descendant, looking very similar to him. I.. I wanted to kill him but.. I just.. couldn't. So, I regretted it. The feelings were eating me up, to the point I almost turned as an evil spirit. Yuu-chan was the one who saved me. On his first day here. So I'm really grateful, you know. To him," Anna smiled. Yuuri blushed, pretending he didn't hear anything.

"It was really lonely, you know, being an earth-bound spirit. There were many humans passing by, but no one actually see us. So you could say Yuu-chan is our savior," Chinatsu added.

"Time stopped for us, you know," Kou smiled, sadly. "I'm the youngest among us, but I felt really lonely each and everyday. We could only talk to each other, that's until Yuu-san came here. It was nice to have someone remembering you and prayed for you every night."

"So Yuuri has been praying for you guys every day?" Victor glanced at the small altar at the corner of the room. Everyone nodded.

Yuuri felt uncomfortable hearing them talking about himself. He tried to concentrate to making his dinner but he couldn't help but smiled at how much 'they' cared.

"So what's the rest of your stories?" Victor asked, interested.

"Well, for me, it was a sickness. All I know it was an incurable disease that time. I still remembered how my parents cried when I was on my deathbed. I think I couldn't move on because I wanted to look over my siblings and their children. But I rarely meet them. Only a few still remember to come and pray for me here," Chinatsu said.

"As for me, my name is Takeshi. I died in an accident. I was a truck driver before. I was a tenant here, Chinatsu's neighbor, actually. As for why, I don't really know," Takeshi explained briefly.

"And my name is Kou. I know my family name but I'd like you to just remember me as Kou. I was killed, well, I should say abused til death, by my own father. I'm the youngest here, I've become spirit for around 4 years. If it wasn't for Yuu-san, I would have killed my own father. He is still staying here, by the way. 1st floor. That's why you'll often found me hanging around the second floor," Kou said.

"Hmm, so each of you got your own circumstances. As for me, I don't remember anything," Victor said, grinning innocently.

"Well, then tell me how did you meet Yuu-chan!" Anna said.

"Uh, well, I was just sitting at the park and he just suddenly talked to me. I was really surprised since I haven't been able to talk to anyone else," Victor said.

"Oh! You said you saw Yuuri danced right?" Chinatsu chirped in. "Tell us how he looked! Was he good?"

"Oh he was really stunning. His dance was really breath taking, you know. It's as if I could hear the music coming out of his body as he moves," Victor explained excitedly. "Moreover, I saw hi—."

"Ahem," Yuuri faked a cough. "Don't tell that to everyone. It's embarrassing. I'll eat first, okay?"

"Looks so good! I wish I still can eat curry~~~" Chinatsu said, whimpering.

"Chinatsu, stop that. You can't even smell the curry," Takeshi said, ruffling her hair. Yuuri giggled at the sight.

"Yuuri, let me finish my explanation!" Victor whimpered, looking boyish as if he was the same age as how old Chinatsu looked.

"No, don't. Please?" Yuuri begged the foreigner who finally let out a heavy sigh.

"I don't understand why you didn't want them to know. It was really beautiful, you know. At least for me," Victor smiled. Yuuri could only blushed listening to Victor's explanation.

"Uhm, guys, we're still here…." Anna looked at the two who seemed to have the world for themselves and stated out the obvious fact, startling Yuuri who seemed to have his face redden even more.

"Ah, right, sorry," Yuuri said, bowing frantically.

"Well, it's okay. You should rest and prepare for tomorrow, right?" Takeshi said, being understanding.

"Well, yeah. Sort of. I need to search about Victor too. Just in case," Yuuri said. His voice was soft but a determination could be heard from his voice.

"Then we'll go outside first. Please do invite us if you ever wanted some sort of gathering again, Yuu-san!" Kou said, politely taking his leave along with the rest who waved cheerfully at Yuuri and Victor.

"You go, boy. He is a good catch," Anna whispered to Yuuri, winking, before joining others going outside. There wasn't a need for Yuuri to open the door for them as they can just passed through the wall with ease.

"Yuuri? Are you okay? Your face is so red," Victor asked, concerned. Yuuri nodded at sit back to finish his dinner, trying to hide his embarrassment and his steadily increasing heartbeats thanks to Anna.

"I- I'll finish my dinner first, okay? Then we search for your profile," Yuuri said, quickly eating up whatever he had left on the plate.

He took out a caramel pudding out of the refrigerator after drinking his cold tea and went back to sit with Victor, opening his laptop.

"You seemed to really like that," Victor said as he observed Yuuri.

"Yeah, caramel pudding is my favourite dessert. It's affordable and it taste good. Soft and jiggly~," Yuuri said, trying to act cute, only to found his face getting hotter since Victor saw that side of him. "Well, I've always been a fan of food.." Yuuri added shyly, covering his face. Victor chuckled softly in response.

"Well, I've never expected you to act like that. It was cute though," Victor tried to pinch Yuuri's cheeks, making the Japanese blushed even more feeling Victor's energy.

"Uhm, let's just.. do the research on you. Shall we?" Yuuri said, trying to avoid Victor teasing him and opened his browser. Victor nodded as he watched Yuuri typed in his name in Google.

A/N:

Hello! Long time no see! xD

Well, I've decided to post this fic, finally. It still have a long way to go, but I'll do my best to complete it.

As for the title, I'm sure its quite common... since its a song title anyway, but well that's what I can think of. lol.

There will be lesser smut for this story compared to my previous one.

This story is set in an alternate universe, so both of them are not professional figure skater. A lot of additional character as well.

So I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

Let me know your thoughts! It might help me with some ideas :3

Last but not least, thank you for reading it.

It seems a little draggy but well, it's just getting started!

-Littlesnow