Viktuuri Fanfic

Fem!Yuuri Katsuki

"Today, we are witnessing another win for 4-times,-now 5- Grand Prix Final Men's Skating Gold Medalist Viktor Nikiforov. We are again ama-"

The TV reporter, Morooka, droned on and on about Viktor's accomplishments and congratulations for his win, almost lulling Yuuri to sleep. She was in her hotel room, watching her idol Viktor Nikiforov win another medal.

She could have just watched it live if she wanted, Yuuri mused as she slowly blinked, a bit sleepy now. 'Ahh, but I'm gonna have to talk to people then won't I?' She thought, knowing that press would not pass up any opportunity to interview her, what with her recent 3rd win in the Women's Division. 'It's tiring...'

Katsuki Yuuri, age 23 is a top ranking professional figure skater for the women's division. Her coach was none other than Celestino or Ciao-Ciao as he is affectionately called sometimes. At the age of 20, Yuuri won her 1st Grand Prix win, during her 2nd Grand Prix Season followed by the subsequent wins in other major competition, earning her nickname Ice Princess for her sweet, shy nature accompanied by her talent in skating. She is one of the few female skaters with great stamina, on par if not better than even males and also one who is able to land quads in competition. As such, she is admired by a lot of female skaters. Honestly, in Yuuri's opinion, it was getting tiring. Not skating per se but rather the constant expectations that follow her around, like a duckling to its mother. She was losing inspiration, she realized. What once was her greatest passion is becoming monotonous. She should have been happy, right? She won, one of the top skaters in the world, she should be happy, ecstatic. But instead of feeling that, she only felt hollow inside. 'I should be happy but I'm not...How selfish of you Yuuri.' Skating was tiring, and that is not including the bullying caused by the other skaters or women's jealousy, contributing to Yuuri's already low self-esteem. Yuuri had never been one able to withstand a lot of pressure, prone to anxiety and nervousness due to her shy nature along with low confidence from being teased by other students for being chubby since she gains weight easily.

As time goes by, skating professionally keeps on piling tons and tons of pressure on her slim shoulders. Whether by expectations or by rumors and suppositions from people who barely know her, pressure wrings her of inspiration and motivation, weighing her down like a when you wring clothes to remove the water. 'A skater without inspiration or motivation is a dead one. How true is that...'The need to entrance the audience, to capture their attention over and over gets harder as more competitions are fought.

'Should I just retire?' Yuuri thought, staring at the TV where Viktor is performing. 'How can you find inspiration, Viktor?'

Her eyes grew heavy as she ponders the question. Slipping into a deep tired sleep, Yuuri closed her eyes, unaware of the incoming storm.