My Sleeping Beauty
By Spunky0ne
A "Yuri on Ice" and "Bleach" crossover story
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(To my fellow "Bleach" fans – you need to watch the "Yuri on Ice" anime, if you haven't already! I just watched it all in a day. It's only 12 episodes long, but it's wonderful! To my new friends who are fans of "Yuri on Ice," I hope you like my very first fanfic featuring the characters from "Yuri." I was a little unsure of a couple of things, such as whether Makkachin is a boy or girl dog. Little things like that. So, please forgive any mistakes. But it's fun to find another anime that I like as much as "Bleach." If you haven't read or watched "Bleach," then you should give it a look. The manga is done and all but the last arc is animated. Love to all, Spunky)
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When Yuuri is found unconscious and cannot be awakened, a desperate Victor gathers their friends to hold a charity competition to pay for an expensive, experimental cure. Yuuri's friends skate their hearts out, but they will need a little help along the way…yaoi…Victor/Yuuri K., Otabek/Yuri P., Byakuya/Toshiro, Kisuke/Tetsuya
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Chapter 1: The Endless Dream of You
Yuuri laid alone in his bed, his brown eyes closed and his breaths slow and even. Soundless. Just before dawn, the house was quiet and the last of the darkness clung briefly, before giving way to the light.
I wish I could have gone with him. But Makkachin got into the pork buns again and Victor wouldn't leave unless someone he trusted would stay. Makkachin is almost well and I feel so restless and lonely without Victor here. I wanted so much to watch him compete with everyone. If there was magic in Victor's performances before, they have been celestial since we became coach and skater, also competitors…and also lovers.
He almost refused to make love to me.
Yuri took a deeper breath, remembering.
The door to Yuri's room burst open and Victor carried him, bridal style, to the bed. He set Yuri on his feet, gazing proudly into his boyfriend's eyes.
"Yuuri, you were magnificent! First, winning the silver and then dancing with me without being drunk off your ass this time!" Victor laughed.
Yuuri let out a little breath and sighed, smiling wearily.
"I am sorry it wasn't a gold," he apologized, "I did give it everything."
"I could see that," Victor replied, curling an arm around him and bringing his lips to Yuuri's blushing earlobe, "You may not have won, but you surprised me. You surprised me with your love, my Yuuri. Now, let me reward you."
Yuuri grinned and looked around excitedly.
"A pork cutlet bowl?" he laughed, clasping his hands.
Victor gave him a helplessly amused look.
"No, silly," he snickered, playfully slapping at his boyfriend's head, then pulling him close and seeking his soft, parted lips hungrily, "Your beautiful program seduced me. I want to make love to you."
Yuuri was sure that there was no part of him left without a dark blush.
"Victor wants to make love to me?" he whispered, staring wide-eyed.
"Well, the competitions are over for awhile and we are engaged," Victor reminded him, flashing his gold ring, "I think it's okay if we make love now, don't you?"
Yuuri's heart fluttered almost painfully in his chest and his throat tightened so that he couldn't answer. But, it seemed his calmer partner didn't need an answer as he spun Yuuri towards the bed and brought him down in a friendly tackle. He pressed his lips to Yuuri's, devouring his lover's sweetness as though starved.
"Victor!" Yuuri panted between kisses, his trembling hands working just as quickly as his partner's to undress them.
He froze for a moment as he felt Victor's warm, naked flesh touch his.
"Yuuri," Victor breathed in a deeper, more sensuous voice as he looked down into his lover's brown eyes, "My beautiful Yuuri."
"Victor!" Yuuri whispered back, his heart skipping madly and his face breaking out in a sweat.
"I don't know if I can do this," the grey-haired man confessed, his blue-green eyes softening.
"Eh…?" Yuuri managed, "Wh-why?"
Victor's graceful fingers traced the curve of Yuuri's soft cheek and his eyes softened further.
"You are so innocent right now," Victor mused, "I don't want to change you."
Victor made a little sound of surprise as Yuuri laughed and shook his head, turning it slightly, so he could kiss his boyfriend's fingertips.
"My Victor has already changed me," he insisted, "so many times…and in so many ways."
Victor's graceful head tilted in though and his eyes brightened again. He nuzzled Yuuri's cheek and slid a hand slowly down the length of his partner's slim torso, seeking his nether region to begin a slow and gentle preparation.
"You are right, aren't you?" he chuckled, "Your skating has changed and you have changed while I have been coaching you. And…you have only become more beautiful and seductive. You tempt me too much. I want you, Yuuri. Please…close your eyes and surrender to me."
Yuuri sat up in bed, flushing at both the fact that he was naked and the way the memory of his first intercourse replayed itself so vividly in his head.
We danced together that time when I was so drunk, and again in the exhibition after he guided me to the silver medal in the Grand Prix Finals. But this dance that we did without any clothing, the true joining of our bodies…
"Ah…" he sighed, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to the cool glass of the window by the bed.
Pretty snowflakes drifted down from the sky, leaving a frosting on the trees, cars and buildings outside of their home.
"Victor."
He heard a sad, little whine and turned to peek over the edge of the bed, where Makkachin rested on the floor.
He won't sleep on the bed if it's just me…only when Victor comes home.
"Are you feeling all right now?" he asked kindly.
The poodle whined again and climbed to his feet, then hopped up onto the bed, pressing up against Yuuri and making him blush more darkly.
"Not when I'm naked!" he laughed, grabbing his yukata.
He wrapped the pretty blue creation around his slender form, then laid down, hugging the poodle comfortingly.
"Not to worry, Makkachin. Victor will come home to us soon," he promised.
The poodle gave him a little lick on the cheek.
"Do you feel up to a walk?" Yuuri asked, touching his fingers to the leash on the nightstand, "I need to stretch my legs."
The poodle grunted and rested his head on Victor's pillow.
"Okay, then. I will be back," Yuuri said, exiting the bed and walking into the bathroom. He emerged a short time later, clean and dressed in warm clothing.
He patted the dog gently on the head and headed out of the bedroom. He walked through the too quiet house and exited onto the busy St Petersburg street.
It took some time to get used to living here, away from my folks and Japan, but my home is with Victor now. So, here I will stay.
The park was only a short walk, and he enjoyed the little snowflakes that drifted down and clung to his hair and clothing.
"Victor," he breathed softly as he walked into the park, "please come home soon. I miss you."
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(A world away, in the heart of the Seireitei, Soul Society…)
As he walked in steady, measured steps towards the captain commander's headquarters, Byakuya Kuchiki heard running footsteps behind him. He paused for a moment to let his white-haired comrade catch up, then began walking again.
"Toshiro," he said quietly, his grey eye glancing at his colleague, "so you were summoned too?"
"I was," the younger captain confirmed, running his fingers through the wild spikes of his hair, "Do you have any idea what this is about?"
Byakuya shook his head briefly.
"He did not say, however, he asked if my cousin, Tetsuya, would be available to assist as well."
Toshiro looked around, smiling in greeting as he spotted the barely visible outline of Tetsuya's waterform that followed a step behind Byakuya's shoulder.
"Hi Tetsuya. Didn't see you there. You're good at hiding."
Tetsuya's waterform faded, and he appeared at Byakuya's side.
"Ohayo, Toshiro-san," Tetsuya greeted the younger captain.
Byakuya gave Toshiro a curious look.
"So, you have decided to keep using your older form?" he inquired politely.
"Eh," Toshiro said, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, "actually, there's no deciding involved. I have just found that, after using my perfected bankai, I didn't go back to my younger form. So, although I prefer the younger form, this is just what I am now. I suppose I have to grow up sometime."
"Hmm," Byakuya mused stoically, his grey eyes betraying just the hint of a smolder.
The three reached the captain commander's office, and entered to find Shusui Kyoraku standing near his desk, chatting with a tall, blonde-haired shingiami who wore green clothing and a green and white striped hat. Instantly, upon seeing the group entering, the two older men smiled. Tetsuya's cheeks warmed at the way the blonde man's eyes looked at him longer than they looked at the others.
"Byakuya, Tetsuya, Toshiro," Shunsui greeted them, "Thank you for coming so quickly."
"It is nothing," Byakuya said solemnly, "What is it that you need from us?"
"Out of town assignment," Shunsui explained, "The shinigami on assignment in Russia in the living world, was attacked and injured. He's going to be all right, but his recent reports indicated that there were hollows massing near where a number of living world ice skating champions practice and compete."
"The hollow leading the group seems to be a shapeshifter," Kisuke added, "It can masquerade as a human. We think it's in Saint Petersburg, laying low and seeking skaters with high ability, because advanced skaters often have powerful reiatsu. That's why a lot of them are revealed as talents when they die and come to Soul Society. Anyway, we need to get close to the powerful skaters, so I've gone ahead and used a few tricks to set Tetsuya and Toshiro up as newer skate champions who will be training in Saint Petersburg for a few months before the next big qualifier."
"Tetsuya and I are going to skate professionally?" Toshiro asked, blinking.
"Well," said Shunsui, "you both have the proper body type, and as a plus, you both wield water and ice powers. I figure that you already have some ice skating ability, ne?"
Tetsuya and Toshiro nodded briefly.
"So, Byakuya will be posing as your coach and Kisuke will pose as your personal physician, who travels with you, due to a tendency that your coach has to push you to your limits as skaters."
"That doesn't sound like so much fun for Tetsuya and me," Toshiro said, crossing his arms.
"It will be a little grueling during the first few weeks, while you have to learn your routines," Kisuke explained, "I have a few tricks that are gonna help you do that, but it will strain your bodies, so you'll be drained at the end of each day during training. By the time the next competition begins, you have to be able to perform at the level of these champions, without using powers that would out you as shinigamis."
"And while you are doing all of that," Shunsui added, "all four of you will be looking for the hidden hollow that is targeting these champions."
The captain commander glanced at Kisuke.
"Do you have things ready in Karakura Town?" he asked.
"Yeah," Kisuke assured him, "Everything's set up for us. We'll go now, if there's nothing else."
"There's just this," Shunsui said more quietly, his face reflecting unusual seriousness, "Be careful, all of you. This hollow is not just powerful, it's crafty. It injured and could have killed a captain level officer. I want him stopped, but I don't want to see anyone else hurt. That's why I've chosen the four of you. I believe you can do this. Get going now. I'll need an update as soon as possible!"
"Hai!" the four men replied together.
They turned as one and headed out of the first division headquarters.
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It's pretty out here, but it's lonely without Victor, Yuuri mused as he walked through the quiet park with his gloved hands in his fur lined pockets, I think, if Makkachin is well enough, I may go to join him in Spain. I want to be there to support him, if I can. I can't compete right now, while I am resting up for the US competition, but I can support him. And I love watching him. I may have gotten stronger and more skilled with him as my coach, but I haven't stopped being inspired by him. I still love the way he moves, the way he seems to radiate with light. It's almost like he's got some kind of magic, and he filled me with that magic when he began to coach me.
Victor.
My Victor.
A sudden, icy breeze swept around him, and Yuuri stopped, his brown eyes looking around questioningly.
What is this? he wondered inwardly.
His hand touched his breast and his head bowed slightly as he felt something seem to change in the air around him. He turned in all directions, shivering as he studied the area of the park he stood in, and finding himself completely alone.
It's cold for walking, I suppose. I wouldn't be out in this, but I needed to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. I'm usually not afraid to walk alone, even though Saint Petersburg is still new to me. Victor did warn me about going out at night alone, but it's strange for me to feel afraid to walk alone during the day.
He puffed out a little steamy breath, shivering again.
So strange! What is this feeling in my chest and stomach? My heart is racing like it does before a competition, but there is no reason!
Am I afraid?
He looked around again, swallowing hard as the feeling of danger increased. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and Yuuri turned to run.
It was then that he heard the roar of something monstrous.
"Wh-what is that?" he gasped, breaking into a run.
He heard an odd, swishing sound, then felt a weight that seemed to drop down and surround him on all sides.
"What the hell is happening? Help me!" he cried, closing his eyes and clasping his hands over his ears.
The creature he had sensed screeched deafeningly, and even though he couldn't see the attacker, he felt something slash at him, tearing the skin of his chest and shoulder, and sending him crashing to the ground.
"Help me!" he howled, trying to scramble away, but slipping and falling onto the grass.
Blood leaked into a growing pool around him.
What's happening?
What did this thing do to me?
He quivered and clasped his arms around his injured torso, listening as something scrunched on the snow crusted grass.
Is it coming?
Is it going to finish me off?
The air around him darkened, and he felt his consciousness begin to fade.
Victor…I wish that…I could see you one more time.
Yuuri heard echoing voices, but could not longer make out all of the words.
…heard him screaming…
"No, I didn't see anything."
"There's so much blood!"
"Is that Yuuri Katsuki?"
The words faded out entirely and Yuuri found himself naked and standing on an unfamiliar ice rink, facing Victor, who skated towards him, screaming his name in terror.
On a practice rink in Spain, Victor felt a bolt of ice stab suddenly through his chest, and he collapsed onto his hands and knees on the ice, grabbing at the front of his clothing and panting harshly. He panted out one word, then collapsed entirely.
"Y-yuuri!"