The cherry blossoms fell gently around in swirls surrounding the ice rink. Some of them lightly pink and some innocently white petals would fly off to unknown parks within the gentle yet chilled breeze of this larger city. In this city, a young boy named Katsuki Yuri 14 years old, with his ruffled black hair, and dark brown eyes. Smiled toward the mechanical doors, he was finally here.
Excited thoughts running through the young teen's psyche, later this afternoon he would be able to watch his idols figure skating. Around this time, ^the season had for professional figure skaters.^ Ended until starting up again in September. *It cannot hurt to skate around an hour, before I find somewhere to eat.*Pondering thoughts in mind, Yuri padded his pockets to make sure he still had his ticket for the evenings ice show. Grinning from ear to ear…Yuri was glad to have gotten this chance. He had to repay Mari-neechan, with something extra special for his older sisters own University examination next year.
For this was the very reason he had such a special ticket to this ice show, Katsuki Mari. Had spent, her part-time job money. So she could give her little brother, a surprise middle school graduation present. His sneakers padded against, tiled floor of the entrance hall. An older teen that did look to be around three years older than Nishigori-kun, smiled at Yuri and said, "Well whom do we have here?" asked the Nishigori, look alike. Still growing fingers, clutched around some yen coins, silently Yuri counted up till he reached 802 yen.
Laying the coins on the counter he asked "Will this be enough Mister?" The Nishigori look alike, took a quick head count, and nodded with a smile. "Yes, that will give you just about an hour. Before those warming up for the show, will need to use the rink." Yuri gave a light grin in response, his black bangs swishing from side to side. The fourteen year old headed in the direction of the main rink hall. Laying, down his bag, and unlatching his skates from their own compartment in the bag. Knowing fingers tied the laces, with a firm tug on each foot. He did not feel like tying the laces, loosely as he had done two months ago. Yuko-san had scolded him for a whole 15 minutes of the proper ways to tie ones ice skates, and a few tricks how to double check. They were secured accordingly, after his newly applied routine check…Yuri slid onto the rink, his brown eyes wide in awe at the size.
It was so much bigger than Ice Castle Hasetsu, Yuri had been in slightly bigger ice halls, after he began competing last year in regional events for up and coming junior ice skaters. Yuri's ears perked up as a familiar melody, re sounded throughout the speaker system of the ice hall. Yuri smiled admirably, as he recalled practicing this routine with Yuko-san. ^No one else is around, does not matter if I cannot make the last jump..^ Were the wayward yet giddy thoughts of the young boy, filtered into his slow warm ups.
Yuri prepped his stretches a bit further, before he set into the first jump sequence. That had launched his Idols short programme for the Grand Prix Finale in Switzerland…December last year. Foreign blue eyes absently glanced down, at the ice rink in wonder, a voice in the distance faded away as those blue eyes glued themselves onto the young boy below…."As I said Mr Nikiforov, it will be a sight to behold. When you perform the short, programme from the Grand Prix Finale, ahem! Mr Nikiforov…"
A few wayward strands of hairs…framed the foreigners features, swayed into a halfway curve of some hairs that had escaped their trademark ponytail by now. The 18 year old reluctantly met the stern black gaze of the manager for this ice show event, giving what he hoped would be an apologetic smile. "Im sorry Mr Sencha, I could not help but look down on the rink, to see that exceptional young boy. Capable of performing my short programme with such passion..." The notable Mr Sencha, allowed his black eyes to follow those of the blue foreigners, preoccupied attention upon the rink. He had to admit…to himself…that the young boy had immeasurable amount of talent. Onto the ice rink itself, Katsuki Yuri, decided to take a break. It had only been 5 minutes on the ice, but to think he had pulled off those triple toe loops, without falling once. Greedily Yuri grasped the, water bottle to reach, his lips gulping down four times in a row. Before brushing away some sweat with his sleeves, the fringes of his black hair covering Yuri's dark brown eyes, a tint of red collected from the chill of the ice hall and the warmth spreading throughout his body.
Yuri's ears caught the change in music over the system…this time it was the same melody that had been played, during Viktor Nikiforov's debut into the senior leagues. A slow grin escaped the young boy's lips, before preparing for that very free programme. That he had seen on TV, alongside Yuko-san and Nishigori-kun, closely two years ago. That very moment when Yuri had decided he wanted to stand beside Viktor Nikiforov, at the podium of the Grand Prix Finale, one day. The foreign blue eyes, belonging to Viktor, hidden from view, as the 18 year old's heart began steadily beating erratically against his chest. Just to observe the passionate Japanese boy from afar, a faint flush slithered up the young Russian cheeks, pale as a morning's melted frost, upon cobblestones of St Petersburg.
A pale hand reached up to cover Viktor's mouth, trying to hide his lack of breath his lungs demanding air.. Some sort of freedom, from the ethereal visage of the much younger boy, skating his old routine with fondness, and was that love in the boys brown eyes. Viktor could see? No no, he couldn't possibly, the black haired boy had to be at least four years his junior. Viktor, shook those thoughts away. Not today he could think about this talented young boy at another time, for now he had to focus on the ice show.
By the time Viktor, came to his eyes focused on the worried expression, which made Mr Sencha's hairline turn up into aging wrinkles. The two of them returned to business, all but remaining and settled. Before the 18 year old so dearly, hoped the boy on the ice had, not left yet. But to see the neutral negative coming from Mr Sencha's young son at the entrance hall, Viktor steadied his breathing…and gazed beyond the mechanical doors, blue eyes searching for a pair of lovely dark brown eyes. And a mop of black hair, no such luck. The silver haired man stepped outside into the crisp air of March, not as chilling as St. Petersburg, mind you. But enough for the spirits of the winds to carry a message in Russian, "Will we meet again my Veela…my equal Veela", inside the park not far from the Ice Hall, Katsuki Yuri was about to eat his steamed bun. But the chilling breeze brought a message, he could not translate for himself but Yuri did sneeze. Before he bit into the warm steamed bun.
AN: I cannot say if this is going to become a stand alone one shot. Or if I am going to build more along this story, what do you think? Feel free to send me a pm, or reply with a review below.