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One Step Closer
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PROLOGUE:
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The familiar feeling of coldness slowly seep into his clothes, wetting it as a deep breath of defeat emitted softly from his dried lips at his failure once again to complete his program for the tournament. A soft pale hand lifted up high into the air and blocked the shining spotlight from entering his sight as he gazed silently at his rough hand. 'Months' he thought as he closed his deep green eyes in shame, reminiscing his performing three years ago during the Grand Prix Final, 'I've been practise for months and still nothing...'
Gritting his teeth, he ignored the sharp pain coming from his once broken ankle and pulled himself up from the icy floor, standing back onto his two feet with his eyes determined on his prize. A place once again in the Grand Prix Final. He took his stance once more and slowly closed his eyes, letting himself to sink deeply into the music playing inside his mind. The skater raised his head up and opened his deep green eyes to the world as he began to skate. He gracefully glided through the cold icy floor with a small genuine smile plastered upon his handsome face as he let the rhythm guided him through his moves.
Unknown by the skater, his performance was watched by millions after an unknown person uploaded his performance in the internet, making it viral. Despite a few mistakes here and there but still, it was beautiful to watch. The genuine contentment and joy of skating on his face managed to catch another skater's eyes as the person silently watched the video.
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The sound of the bird chirping pulled the figure out from his dreamless sleep as he reluctantly pulled his blanket away from his head to look at the alarm clock standing proudly by his nightstand. He narrowed his blurry deep green eyes at the number figure plastered upon the clock and sighed as he got out from his bed to begin his day. 'Another day at the restaurant' he thought gloomily as he went into the bathroom. After spending about half an hour getting him ready for his work, he locked the front door of his apartment and put on his rollerblade as he skated to the restaurant.
He pulled out his iPod and clicked the button play as a beautiful melodies echoed softly inside his ears, emitted by his earphone. He skilfully dodged the people walking down the street and took a turn as he pulled himself into a stop at the front of a restaurant located not far from the ice rink where he usually practised after work. He stopped the music played by his iPod and slowly opened the door, greeting the owner with a small smile upon his youthful face, "Good Morning, Mr-"
His greeting was pulled into a stop as his eyes looked up meet a familiar looking man standing next to his boss. 'Viktor Nikiforov' his mind whispered as he stood stiffly at the door of restaurant, surprised by the King of Figure Skate unexpected presence here by his workplace.
The said King turned around at the voice and looked up to see the person who caught his eyes. A big warm smile instantly appeared on the Number One Skater's face as he went up to him. He placed both of his hands firmly on the young man's shoulder and gave him a light squeeze in hope of snapping him away from his dazed as he looked deeply into his deep green eyes with his light blue ones, "Ryuuji," he said as he cupped the young man's face firmly, forcing him to meet the older man's youthful face, "starting today, I am your couch. I'll make you win the Grand Prix Final," he said, smiling widely.
The owner of the name blinked in disbelieved at the words and couldn't help but exclaimed, "WHAT?!" as he looked at the man as if he was crazy. Viktor chuckled and pulled the young man into a hug, saying, "Just you wait. I'll make your dream into a reality."
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