Story 6 Concept #1 Ch1
Yuri On Ice!!!
Due to giant cosmic event unknown to most of the population besides the people who work in NASA and similar organisations, a rift between two dimensions opened - two worlds almost parallel to each other; the consequences of which did no harmful damages and were of little changes.
By the time clean-up was accomplished, all was well in both worlds.
Katsuki Yuri, 16 years old University Student, the skating ace of Japan, woke up feeling disorientated. Head held in the palms of his hands, Yuri groaned - his head was spinning, his vision was swimming and his stomach did not agree with him that morning. A certain lurch from his intestines had Yuri running for the bathroom, a bathroom that was not in the exact place Yuri had memorised to be at. In its stead was the familiar door of his childhood bedroom, where his bathroom door in Detroit was supposed to be.
Pushing aside his confusion, Yuri sprinted and tumbled to his family's bathroom, scrambled for the toilet seat, almost missed the bowl and vomited last night's dinner. And again. And again. And again.
Yuri collapsed to his knees, lied his forehead to the cool structure of the toilet seat and whimpered at the pain of his throat and his stomach. He didn't know how long he sat there vomiting and resting intermittently, but three knocks on the door had Yuri blink back to semi-awareness.
"Yu-chan?" His mother's soft voice filtered through the door, "are you okay in there?"
When Yuri didn't answer, Hiroko turned the knob, bit her lip when the door opened, and walked towards her son. She rubbed his shoulder blades in soothing circles, and lied his head on her chest, his ear pressed to her heartbeat.
Gradually, her son blinked to consciousness, his large, doe eyes, and long, thick lashes holding the tears back.
"Kaa-san?" He croaked softly.
Hiroko smiled gently down her son and ran a hand through his damp hair. "Shh, Yu-chan, Kaa-san is here." She murmured, placing a kiss to the crown of his head, and hummed a soft tune.
When Yuri next woke, he was lying on his bed, a wet cloth draped across his forehead. He stared unblinking at his bedroom ceiling, wondering what had happened.
Yuri turned his head to find his mother, holding a tray of warm soup, smiling happily at him
"I've called the school, so you don't have to worry about missing any of your classes." Hiroko informed her son. She placed the tray on the bedside table.
Yuri stared at her in confusion. School? Call in for school?
His University was in Detroit, why would she need to call his University, when apparently he was in Hasetsu, Japan?
"Hopefully you won't get sick for your middle school graduation photos." And after she replaced the wet towel with a cooler one, she left the room while her son stared owlishly at her retreating form.
Middle school graduation photos?
Graduation?
Middle school!?
Photos?!
Yuri's eyes widened, as he scrambled off the bed and to his desk mirror.
What.
Staring back at him, flushed and sweaty wth fever was a familiar face.
His face.
His face that seemed to have aged backwards.
And his height too.
What.
The reflection's eyes rolled back, and the last thing Yuri saw was the darkening edges of his vision.
Katsuki Yuri, ten years old, primary school student, greeted the morning rays blind.
He panicked.
Everywhere he looked was blurry, only the ones closest to him were clear enough, but everywhere else? He could barely make out the lines.
Did something happen to his eyes? Where was he?
The child turned around and met eyes with someone really close to his space. Dark brown eyes, with dark skin, stared back at him in confusion.
The person was too close.
Yuri screamed and fainted.