I have a problem. A serious one. I'm obsessed. I cannot stop coming up with new ideas and writing new fics about our favorite skaters. So, enjoy. And do review.

I don't own YOI

Today is my last day in Hasetsu.

I'd have to return to St Petersburg tomorrow. And I wouldn't be able to come back till next summer.

Leah sighed. She would miss the cherry blossoms and the hot onsen baths and the delicious bowls of katsudon Grandma Hiroko made for her. She would miss Minako's ballet class and the ninja castle and skating at Ice-Castle Hasetsu. Most of all, she would miss the cute thirteen year old boy who would smile shyly at her and take her hand as they sat by the ocean.

Leah loved Japan and Hasetsu was her favorite place on Earth. She was different from her very Russian older siblings. At eighteen, Vitaliy and Veronika were five years older than her, and were as different from her as the day was from night. Both of them spoke Russian almost exclusively. Papa Yuuri's attempts to make them develop a taste for Japanese cuisine failed bitterly. They spent time reading Russian books and watching Russian movies. While they had been given the last name Katsuki-Nikiforov, both of them ended up dropping Katsuki from their name in order to fit in better with their schoolmates. Leah, on the other hand insisted on calling herself Leah Katsuki. 'It is only fair that at least one of us carries Papa Yuuri's name.' she would say, as Dad Viktor would joke about how Yuuri was her favorite parent. It was in good fun of course, they all knew that everyone in the family loved each other. They were a perfect family, and Leah wouldn't have wanted another for the world.

Veronika became a figure skater who recently won bronze at the Grand Prix finals and silver at the Worlds. Vitaliy was in college, majoring in History. As for Leah, she hoped that one day, she'd get to move to Japan. She loved Japanese culture and traditions. While Vitaliy and Veronika had forgotten most of the Japanese Papa Yuuri had taught them, Leah was fluent in it. She even learned to read and write the language and read several books in it. She watched Japanese movies and anime without subtitles. She celebrated Japanese holidays with Papa Yuuri. And every summer vacation, she went to Hasetsu, to stay with her Grandma Hiroko, Grandpa Toshiya and Aunt Mari.

She was at the rink when she met Nishigori Salchow. She wasn't as much into skating as her parents and older sister. However, she did like to do it ocassionally. She greeted Yuuko, a manager at the rink and Papa Yuuri's childhood friend, who was watching the skaters, with her youngest, three year old Flip on her lap.

As she began to skate, she felt a pair of eyes on her, watching her intensely. She looked and saw it was a young boy of about her age who was watching her. He was really cute, with brown hair, dimpled cheeks and large eyes.

'Hi.' Leah said. the boy blushed.

'I am Leah Katsuki.' Leah said.

'Katsuki!' he was surprised.

Leah nodded. 'My dad is Katsuki Yuuri, the figure skater.'

'Oh, that's nice!' the boy exclaimed. 'I love to watch people skate, even though I don't like doing it myself.'

'Oh, I am not that much fond of it either, even though most of my family are crazy about it.'

'I can relate.' the boys said. 'With my older sisters and all.'

'Your sisters?'

'Axel, Lutz and Loop. I am Nishigori Salchow, by the way.'

'Oh!' Leah had heard of the fabulous Nishigori sisters. Dad Viktor had told her a hundred times about how a video they posted led him to meet Papa Yuuri. Axel was now a champion figure skater, Lutz an ice-dancer and Loop a designer who designed ice-skating costumes.

'I am tired.' Leah said, and stepped out of the rink.

'Let's go to the ocean.' Salchow said. 'We can talk from there.'

From then onwards, it became a ritual. Leah and Salchow would go to the ocean every day. They would sit and talk. Leah would tell the boy about her family and life in Russia. Though Salchow could speak English fairly well, the two of them conversed in Japanese. Leah loved to speak Yuuri's native language.

One day while they talked they sat close together, their hands almost touching. Leah decided to take the chance and she moved her hand so that it was on Salchow's. She looked at Salchow, who reddened slightly but did not remove his hand.

The next day, it was Salchow who moved to take her hand. From then onwards, holding hands at the beach became a ritual for the two of them.

Sometimes, Leah would go to skate. And Salchow would sit, watching. 'You skated beautifully.' he said once. Leah blushed.

Salchow had insisted he would accompany Aunt Mari who was dropping Leah at the airport. Since both Yuuri and Viktor were too busy with their coaching duties to travel, Leah's brother Vitaliy would be coming to pick her.

Leah was looking forward to meeting her family again. However, she would miss Hasetsu.

She would miss Salchow.

'Leah!' Vitaliy Nikiforov cried at the sight off his kid sister.

'Vitaliy!' she hugged her brother. She then turned to Salchow. 'I guess I have to go.'

'You'll come next summer, right?'

'Of course.' Leah said, and much to the boy's surprise, she kissed him on the cheek. He turned red.

Leah looked at her brother's and Aunt Mari's reactions. Mari raised her eyebrows while Vitaliy just shrugged. Neither of them said anything.

'Bye, Leah.'

'Bye, Salchow'