DV: Hey, guys. So this is a Yu-Gi-Oh! story inspired by the new ice-skating show, Yuri! on Ice. You don't need to have watched it to understand this, but you should watch it because it's great. Anyway, it's not a long chapter, but I hope you like it. Yami Marik will be referred to either Kek or Mehi, whichever they prefer. If they go by Kek, they prefer male pronouns or are more comfortable being perceived as male. If they go by Mehi, they prefer female pronouns or are more comfortable being perceived as female. If their name changes in the middle of a scene, their pronouns have changed.


The line to the 'Host Club' was way longer than Kek had expected it to be. His eyes flicked up from his phone to view it.

Half an hour, and he was only just nearing the top of the queue. He would have left twenty minutes ago, but he had been getting closer to the top of the queue, and he didn't want to leave and come back to find the line even longer.

He huffed and looked down at the screen again. Pokémon Go wasn't exactly entertaining when you couldn't move, even with an incense on. There was a Vulpix somewhere nearby and he couldn't chase it down because there were only two people in front of him.

He closed the app. He wasn't going to just stare at it. It wouldn't do anything but piss him off.

"Fuck's sake," someone muttered behind him. He turned to see a kid about his age – maybe a year younger – in a Voltron cosplay. Pidge. The kid glanced up from their phone and met Kek's gaze. "Sorry. Vulpix disappeared."

"No worries." Kek gave them a grin. "It was bugging me too." He offered his hand. "I'm Kek."

The kid hesitated before taking his hand and shaking it. "Ryou. What pronouns do you use?"

Kek considered the question for a moment. "He and him. You?"

"Same." Ryou nodded and glanced forward. "This line's never going to end."

Kek shifted to the side. "You can share a table with me if you want." Ryou hesitated. "If you don't want to, don't worry about it. But it'll probably take a while for another table to free up."

"Good point." Ryou stepped up next to Kek. "I like your Haikyuu! cosplay."

Kek grinned. "Thanks. So far, I've been getting a mix of 'oh my gods, coloured Sugawara, can I take your picture, please please please', and 'for fuck sake, try to be accurate when cosplaying'."

Ryou rolled his eyes. "Pricks."

"Yeah. Most of them were cosplaying Trump, or blackfacing." Kek shook his head. "I just flipped them off."

"Good idea." Ryou grinned and pocketed his phone. "I've mainly been getting comments about my eye colour, but I'm allergic to contacts."

"Fair enough. Your cosplay's pretty on point anyway." Kek shrugged.

"Thanks." Ryou grinned at him.

A person dressed as Kyoya finally approached them. "We have a free table if you'd like."

"Yes!" Kek grinned and they followed them to the table. "I've been waiting for like half an hour."

"Same," Ryou sighed. "I came with a few friends, but we got split up, and I haven't found them again, so I came here to sit down."

Kek nodded. "More Voltron cosplayers?"

Ryou stuck out his tongue. "Nah, they're Homestuck trash so they all came as trolls."

Kek snorted. "Maybe they went to the Homestuck panel? I saw a good few trolls there."

"Possibly." Ryou nodded in agreement and poured himself a glass of water. "They'll probably come in here to find me anyway."

"Why? You a Host Club fan?"

Ryou shook his head. "I'm a food fan. This is the only good place for food in the entire convention."

Kek shook his head, grinning. "Naturally." He pulled out a packet of Duel Monster cards. "Do you play?"

Ryou's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Yeah. I don't have my deck with me though. It's occult themed."

Kek stuck out his tongue. "Mine's a power deck. Fuck effects; if they have cards that stop effects, your monsters are useless. Spell and traps are okay though."

"But what if they have a card that makes it impossible to summon anything over fifteen hundred life points?" Ryou shot back. "That happened to me in a tournament last month."

"You do tournaments?"

"Just some local ones. I generally don't win anything."

"Still." Kek poured himself some water. "Impressive."

Ryou smiled. "Thanks." He leaned a bit closer. "What kind of deck did you just get?"

"Just some booster cards." Kek showed him the two thin packets. "Hopefully they're not shit."

Ryou smirked. "Open them and check. If there are any effect monsters you don't want, I'll take them."

Kek nodded in agreement and opened the deck. The intercom crackled, halting the steadily changing theme songs and generic pop floating around the building.

"Can Amane Bakura please come to the information desk on the first floor; that's Amane Bakura."

Kek saw Ryou stiffen and the other downed the end of his water. "I-I should go."

Kek glanced at him. "I assume your friends went down there?"

"Probably." Ryou wouldn't meet his gaze.

Kek gave him a smile. "Maybe I'll see you later, Ryou Bakura."

Ryou blinked, his gaze flickering up to meet Kek's again. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Kek offered his hand. "See you later, Ryou."

Ryou took it and shook it again. "Bye." He left the Host Club, after dropping fifty yen on the table for the water, even though the jug was complimentary.

Kek waited there for the rest of the day, but Ryou didn't return to the café.


"Ryou, you can do this. You know you can." Pegasus placed his hands on Ryou's shoulders. "You've been training for this for years."

Ryou nodded. He could barely hear him. He was the only one this year – the only one who hadn't participated in the Grand Prix Final before.

"I can do this," he mumbled.

"You can. Now go."

Ryou nodded. He paused to let another of the competitors off the ice before stepping on himself.

"Next up is Ryou Bakura; a first timer in the Grand Prix Finals! His theme for this season is Dreams." He skated to a stop in the middle. "Since his sister Amane Bakura's death three years ago, Ryou has gone from an unknown to one of Japan's top figure skaters." Ryou's breath caught in his throat. "He will be skating to Nightvision by Daft Punk."

Breathe. Breathe. They didn't know. They didn't know. It was just a comment. Just an off-hand comment for skaters to know more about him.

The music started.

A choreographed step sequence to start. Slow. Slightly off-beat. It was still two points, but he had to get into it.

"He has five jumps planned in this routine, three of which are quads, and a combo. Here comes his first jump now; a triple axel."

Come on. Focus. Jump in front of the sign. He jumped.

"He two-footed the landing, but he got enough rotations in."

Eight point five points with a one point bonus. Not good enough.

He took a shaky breath. He couldn't crash. This routine was fine. Dreams. Focus on the theme. Steps.

A choreo sequence, followed by four-step sequence. Two, and three point nine. He almost let his foot slip out from under him.

Focus. He had to get a good presentation score. Triple Lutz.

"Here comes the next of his jumps; a triple Lutz. This is Bakura's signature move."

He jumped.

"Oh, he touched down, and missed a rotation."

Six points, minus three points. Damn. He hadn't missed that jump at all that season.

Come on. He could do this. A flying camel spin. He was into the second half of the song now. He could finish it. Finish big. Win back the points.

"Looks like he's getting back into the rhythm of it; a perfect flying camel spin!"

Good. Follow it up with another four-step sequence, that was three point two, and three point nine.

He took a breath.

"Here comes his combination jump; a quadruple axel, double toe loop, and a triple toe loop."

He had to do more. He had to win points.

"Oh, he fell on the axel, but- and he turned the triple toe loop into a quadruple!"

It was the second half, so there was a one point one multiplier. Thirty-one point six eight, minus two.

Quadruple Lutz, followed by a sequence. Almost there.

"He nailed the Lutz, but he tripped on the sequence; Bakura's not doing well today, folks."

Eleven point nine seven minus one. Fuck. It wasn't good enough.

"He seems to have forgotten all about his backward step sequence-"

Shit! He quickly moved into it, but his free leg was sloppy, and he was late. One point five, minus one.

"Here comes his last jump; a quadruple axel."

Flying sit spin. Signature move. Followed by a quadruple axel. He had to make it.

Three, and sixteen point five.

"The flying sit spin was good, but the quad turned into a triple axel."

Minus three.

He didn't gather enough speed for the axel. He slowly twisted to a halt, hands behind his back, on one knee, staring up at the ceiling. He panted for breath, hair falling around his face.

That was the toughest skate that season.

Slowly, he stood and made his way to the 'kiss-and-cry'. An accurate name.

Pegasus was waiting for him, wearing a plastic smile. "You did your best."

But it wasn't good enough. Ryou barely noticed as Kek stepped onto the ice past him.

"Next up is Kek- sorry, folks- Mehi Kosey today, dancing to an original piece, choreographed by his coach, Ishizu Ishtar."

Ryou glanced at the ice as he sat down on the bench. It would take a minute or two for the results to come in.

Mehi's routine started out slowly, but she managed to pull a triple axel, double toe loop combination off while staying in time.

Ryou's hand clenched by his side. He was an idiot. He was an idiot to think he could have won – to stand on the podium with Mehi as an equal.

"And Ryou Bakura's results are in. Eighty-three point fifteen. His lowest score this season. Bakura is currently in fifth place."

"You did your best," Pegasus murmured, wrapping an arm around Ryou's shoulders.

Ryou pulled away – not enough to cause a scene on television, but enough to let Pegasus know that he didn't want to be touched.

He looked up in time to see Mehi land her signature move – a quadruple axel followed by a quadruple toe loop. Perfect.

He was such an idiot.


Ryou let out a shaky breath as he walked into the bathroom. The boys' bathroom. He wasn't a visitor. He wasn't in the wrong place. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.

He checked the stalls. He didn't want to change in the changing rooms. Not just yet. Maybe next year. If there even was a next year. Nineteen. That was meant to be the peak in his career. He had trained for four years for this, and it went out the window in less than two minutes.

Only one stall was free. He slipped inside, and closed the door. The lock was jammed. Fucking perfect.

He pushed his bag up against the door and pulled off his runners. His costume was a one-piece black suit with purple sprays of glitter up his sides and legs. The perfect way to fit in with his theme of Paranormal.

Unfortunately, it wasn't perfect for taking off in a small bathroom stall. He cursed as he hit the wall with his elbow, struggling to reach the zip. That would bruise.

He yanked the zipper down. It didn't matter what happened to the costume. He wouldn't be wearing it again anyway.

Then he paused, and took it off more slowly. That was wasteful. He could donate it or something. There was probably a charity that took pre-owned skating costumes and gave them to poorer skaters.

He was lucky. His father made a lot of money, and although he disapproved of Ryou's choice of career, supported him through it. Most didn't have that fortune. Plus, there was the money from the ice-skating that paid for his living expenses.

He grabbed his jeans from his bag and pulled them on as the door swung open. He yelped, yanking up the jeans. "Someone's in here!"

"Oh, right." The man blinked slowly, the stench of alcohol wafting from his mouth. "Sorry." His gaze flickered to Ryou's binder. Ryou quickly yanked on his t-shirt, but the man scowled. "What the fuck?"

"I-I'm one of the skaters; it helps for keeping your back straight on the ice-"

"You think I don't know boobs when I see them?" Ryou flinched. "What the fuck are you doing in here? Fucking faggot." He reached in and grabbed Ryou's hair. Ryou yelped, trying to push the man's arm away, but the stranger dragged him out of the stall.

Surely someone in one of the other six stalls had to hear him? They were all locked and he could hear shuffling. Why was no one coming to help?

He yelped as he was slammed against the wall. A stall door swung open and one of the spectators walked out. Possibly a relative of one of the skaters – Ryou had seen them a few times.

They walked to the sink, washed their hands, and walked right past Ryou, out of the bathroom. They didn't even look at him, or the man pinning him to the wall.

Ryou's gaze flickered up to the man.

"I bet you came in here hoping this would happen," the man hissed. "You left the door unlocked and everything. You knew someone would find you. You wanted them to."

Ryou shook his head. "I-I didn't- the lock was broken- I-"

"Shut up," the man snarled. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, and you're never gonna come into the boys' bathrooms again, you fucking dyke." Ryou squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hey. Let him go."

Ryou's eyes blinked open and he glanced to the side. The man's hands were dangerously close to his pants, but the newcomer's voice had stopped him.

Blonde hair framed a tanned, lilac-eyed face, and Ryou almost mistook him for Mehi. Marik Ishtar – brother of Mehi's coach. His sister had insisted on him training longer than most, and though he was seventeen, he was only making his senior debut at the Worlds that year.

"Piss off," the stranger grumbled. "S'none of your beeswax."

Marik scowled. "I said let him go. Or I can call the security and have you thrown out and possibly prosecuted."

The man huffed. After a moment, he roughly released Ryou and stormed past Marik. Ryou let out a shaky breath and looked up at Marik. "T-Thanks-"

"Get out."

Ryou hesitated, shoulders hunching. "M-My bag-"

"Not out of the bathroom. Get out of figure skating." Marik's eyes narrowed. He spoke in Japanese – near-perfect pronunciation. "You're useless. Japan's top figure skater? Please. Yugi Mutou deserved the place more than you." Ryou flinched. "You know it's true. Just retire already. You're no good at it, so what's the point in keeping going?"

"I… I like it," Ryou whispered.

Marik scoffed. "You like it? So does everyone who goes for this career. You don't get far if you don't like it. But there are people who like it more. There's always someone who likes it more – who deserves what you got more than you." He shook his head. "You don't deserve to be here. So just leave before you make things worse." He turned and strode out of the bathroom.

Ryou stumbled back to his stall and leaned against the door, forcing it closed. He slid to the floor, tears flooding out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

He didn't move until Pegasus came looking for him half an hour later.


It was too stuffy. Too many people.

The ballroom the after-contest banquet was held in was large, but Ryou could barely take five steps without nearly crashing into someone.

He glanced around. He could see Marik in the corner of the room eyeing the champagne. He had, of course, won the Junior Grand Prix, beating his opponent by more than twenty points.

Mehi was near him – hair brushed down into a braid, wearing a lavender dress with a black sash and black combat boots.

Ryou took a step towards her, and then a step back. Who was he kidding? He couldn't talk to her.

"Hey, Ryou."

Ryou jumped and turned. "A-Atem?"

Atem Sennen stood behind him, sipping champagne with a smirk. "How are you? Your coach said you didn't deal with the loss very well."

Ryou cleared his throat. "Yeah. I guess not." He forced a smile. "Congratulations on bronze, though. That's a great placing."

"Hm." Atem took another sip of champagne, his eyes flickering to Mehi. "Perhaps. But not as good as gold."

Ryou followed his gaze. "Still better than me," he mumbled under his breath. Atem raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Are you coming back next year?"

Atem snorted. "Please. I'm only twenty-three. I'm not retiring yet."

Ryou shrugged. "Some retire by twenty-two."

"And those some aren't me." Atem finished the champagne. "Would you like a glass?"

Yes. More than anything. "No; I don't drink." Another raised eyebrow, but no remark. "Have you seen Pegasus?"

"He just left to make a call," Atem replied. "Why?"

Ryou knew he had. He wanted an excuse to escape. He had to get out. "I just wanted to talk to him about something." He gave a quick wave and made his way towards the door. "Bye."

No one paid him much notice. The press was focused on Mehi. The guests didn't really want to talk to him – who would? He came sixth. That was a terrible place.

He didn't notice the press' view shift from Mehi to Bakura Touzoku, the silver medal winner, as he left. Or Mehi follow him out with a change of clothes under her arm.

He moved past the bathroom.

Kek hesitated before following him, keeping just out of Ryou's peripheral vision.

The rink was technically closed. He'd probably get in trouble. He stepped over the chain and pushed open the door. Oh well. They should have locked the doors.

The skates lined the wall in locked cubbies. Ryou quickly unlocked his and pulled out his own skates. He'd need a new pair before Nationals.

He locked the cubby again and exchanged his runners for the skates. Kek watched through the open door as Ryou tested the skates by standing. He then took out his phone, tapped a few buttons, and placed it on the edge of the rink.

As Ryou skated to the middle, Kek stepped into the rink – the coach's area. Just close enough to the door that he could see Ryou, but Ryou couldn't see him.

His eyes widened a fraction as the opening bars started, and Ryou slowly spun in a circle, arms rising above his head and then falling to his sides.

Haunted by Sinéad O'Connor. The song he had performed in his senior debut's free skate. It had won him silver, and if it wasn't his first Grand Prix, it would have won him gold.

Had Ryou been following him that long? That had been before the comic convention. Kek folded his arms as he watched Ryou gear up for the quadruple Lutz. He hadn't made it in his own free skate, but he made it in Kek's.

The steps were slower and more fluid than when Kek had first performed it; in rhythm, swerving with the beat, drawing Kek in.

He twisted into a combination spin, one hand raised, one covering his face. When he stood, traipsed less than three steps before skating into a triple axel, double toe-loop combination.

Kek hummed. Ryou's arms stayed raised with each of the jumps. Had he been in competition, he probably would have gotten the highest marks for each of them.

As Ryou ended the programme, hips swerving and turning into his finishing pose – head bowed, legs crossed, hands cupped over his chest – Kek slipped out of the rink. Only to walk back in moments later as Ryou skated towards the exit.

"Hey."

Ryou jumped and nearly fell on the ice. "M-Mehi."

Kek rubbed the back of his neck. "Kek at the moment, actually."

Ryou nodded and mumbled an apology. He stepped off the ice. "What are you doing here?"

"I was coming to change." Kek indicated to his bag. "I brought a suit too just in case. And then someone asked me to come find you and drag you back. Your coach, maybe."

Ryou nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Sorry."

He didn't remember. He couldn't. Of course he wouldn't. And even if he did, he wouldn't recognise Kek as the person he met. Kek had already been a rising child figure-skating genius at the time.

Even if Ryou linked the comic Kek to the skating Kek, he'd probably brush it off. He'd been wearing a wig anyway. And contacts. It didn't matter. Ryou mightn't want to remember him.

"Don't worry about it." Kek gave him a smile. "Come on. You should head back, and I need to change. Do you know the way back?" Ryou nodded. "Great. You go ahead, and I'll find my way back."

"Do you want me to wait?" Ryou mumbled as they left the rink. "I don't mind."

Kek hummed. "You wouldn't mind?"

"No, I'll wait," Ryou decided, stopping as they reached a bathroom. "You change."

Kek nodded. "Thanks." He dipped into the bathroom.

Ryou leaned against the wall and let out a breath. What was he doing? He was waiting outside the bathroom for his skating idol. In a shitty suit. With a shitty tie. And shitty hair gelled with shitty gel.

He let out a breath. Kek was just using him to get back to the banquet. Then he'd ignore Ryou, and Ryou could sneak up to his room again.

Moments later, Kek walked out of the bathroom. His hair was still down, but brushed out and his fringe splayed across his forehead. He wore a black suit with a lavender shirt and a black tie. "How does this look?"

Ryou looked away. "Good. The banquet's this way." He began walking, trying not to look at Kek. He would probably burst into tears if he did.

He was an idiot to ever think he could ever be as good as Kek.


"Msr. Kosey, have you any hints for what your theme next year will be?" Kek hesitated.

It was the first time Anzu had seen him look troubled by the press' questions in a few years.

She looked up as the door opened. "Yugi? Is that you?"

Ryou bumped the door the rest of the way open with his hip, pulling a suitcase behind him. "H-hey." He was a bit out of breath. The elevator up to their apartment on the fourth floor of the building was 'under repairs'.

Anzu jumped up. "Ryou! What are you doing? I thought you weren't going to be back until December."

Ryou quickly closed the door and released his bag as Anzu threw her arms around him. "It's good to see you too, Anzu."

"That doesn't answer my question," she muttered after a minute.

Ryou sighed and shrugged. "I just wanted to come back."

"Buzzfeed said you ended things with Pegasus a few days ago."

"Of course they did," Ryou huffed.

"Is it true?"

Ryou shrugged. "Yeah… Yeah, maybe…"

"Maybe?" Anzu's eyebrows arched into her hairline as she pulled away.

Ryou looked down. "Yeah. I ended things with him," he muttered. "It wasn't fair on him. He spent four years training me, and then I crashed at the first Grand Prix I qualified for, and ended up last."

"You did your best," Anzu protested.

"That's why I ended it. I didn't." Ryou shook his head. "I should have done well. Or well enough anyway. I shouldn't have gotten sixth. I had a good programme – I was prepared. I shouldn't have gotten so spooked by my deadname."

"Ryou, that's-"

"Don't. It's not normal. It's been two years-"

"And no one knows that you're trans aside from family, and a few close friends," Anzu pointed out. "You still jump whenever anyone says your deadname – even if you just hear someone saying that's their name, or someone talking about your 'sister'. It's not necessarily what happens with everyone, but it's definitely understandable, and it's not not normal."

Ryou sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." He glanced at his bag. "I might hop down to the rink. Is Yugi there?"

"Yeah, he's practicing his short routine for the Nationals," Anzu confirmed. "Are you going to take part in them?"

"I don't know," Ryou admitted. "Maybe."

"You should. It'll do you good to get back on the ice." She folded her arms. "Plus you're one of the favourites to win this year."

"I'll think about it." Ryou assured her. "Do you want to come?"

"Nah, today's my rest day," Anzu replied. "You go have fun. I'm going to finish watching the interview with Kek."

"Okay, have fun." Ryou gave her a smile and one more quick hug before leaving the apartment.

The rink was only a two minute walk – it was closed to the public after five, but the management always left it open for any local figure skaters who wanted to practice. After a while, they had just given Yugi and Ryou a spare key because of how late the two practiced.

Sure enough, when Ryou walked in, he could hear A Whole New World from Aladdin playing. The rink didn't let anyone use the stereo system while they were out, so the sound was muffled. Probably from Yugi's phone.

Ryou switched his shoes for a pair of skates and pulled off his coat and scarf. He left the three items on the bench next to Yugi's shoes, failing to notice the third pair under the bench.

He made his way out to the ice, just in time to see Yugi finish the routine with a combination spin, ending the song on both feet, back arched, and hands spread by his sides.

"Well done," Ryou called at the same time as someone else spoke.

"Well done on the toe-loop. Just make sure you remember to speed up a bit more as you go into it during Nationals."

Ryou turned at the same time as Yugi. Kek was on the ice, leaning against the barrier.

"Ryou!"

Kek turned to look at Ryou as Yugi darted off the ice and threw his arms around him. Ryou barely managed to catch him. "Hey, Yu'." He grinned, returning the hug.

Yugi looked up at him, smile splitting his face. "I was worried you weren't going to be back before Nationals; you would have missed Kek! I text you, but you were probably on a flight when he got here."

"Yeah, I haven't turned my phone on again yet," Ryou replied, releasing him. "Have you told Anzu?"

"Not yet. He only got here a few hours ago, and he's been helping me with my short programme."

Ryou looked up as Kek skated over. "Really?"

Kek nodded. "I'm on a short break before the Worlds and I thought I'd come back to Domino."

"Back?" Ryou's eyebrows arched.

Kek sighed, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Damn. You really don't remember. The Sugawara cosplayer?"

Ryou's eyes widened. "That was you?"

Kek nodded. "Yeah. I used to come here every winter for a holiday. I haven't been able to the last two years, but I decided to start the tradition again." He gave Yugi a grin. "Anyway, I got here about half five, and the management wouldn't let me in because I wasn't local, and public hours were over, but Yugi convinced them that I was with him."

"No kidding," Ryou mumbled.

Yugi looked up at Ryou again. "Can I show you the programme? Kek helped me land the quads, and he showed me a few things that I'm adding in."

Ryou smiled and nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."

Yugi hopped onto the ice again, and Kek pressed the replay button on his phone. A Whole New World began playing, and Yugi started his routine.

Ryou skated over to Kek, only half-focusing on the routine. "So are you here alone?"

Kek shook his head. "My cousin is with me. Our coach said it'd give him good worldly experience before he made his senior debut."

Ryou nodded. "Do you have a place to stay?"

Kek hummed. "We're renting an apartment in the Okami Apartment Blocks."

"Interesting." Ryou looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's where Yugi and I live."

Kek was smiling. "What a coincidence."

"Mhm. I'm sure it is." Ryou looked back at Yugi as he landed the quadruple toe-loop. "Thanks for helping him. He hasn't been able to land many quads before."

"It's only fair. He helped me, so I helped him." Kek shrugged.

Ryou bit his lip. "Would you like to go to dinner?" He blurted out. "With all of us. Yugi, myself, and our roommate Anzu, I mean. As a welcome back to Domino thing."

He was such an idiot. What was he doing?

Kek's head turned, and Ryou looked down. "Sure, I'd love to," he agreed. "Tomorrow at eight? After practice?"

Ryou's breath caught in his throat. "Sure."

"Great." Kek grinned. "You guys pick the restaurant." He turned back to Yugi as the routine ended. "That was a lot better, Yugi."

"Thanks!" Yugi was out of breath and grinning. "What did you think, Ryou?"

A smile Ryou couldn't hide was spreading across his face. "It was brilliant; way better than in the Cup of China."

Yugi's eyes lit up and he nodded. "I was thinking of moving one of the jumps in the second half back to the first half so it wouldn't be as tiring."

Kek hummed. "Not a bad idea. You'll get less points, but it'll be easier on your body."

The smile still wouldn't disappear. "Maybe you could move the flying sit spin into the second half and the jump back to the first?"

Yugi nodded in agreement. "Yeah." He skated towards the edge. "I'll just grab a drink. Back in a sec."

Kek glanced at Ryou. "Do you want to practice your routine? Nightvision by Daft Punk, right?"

Ryou hesitated. "Yeah. Okay." He skated to the middle as Kek began playing the song from YouTube. He waited out the rain sounds and then began.

It wasn't as bad as the Grand Prix. He didn't screw up any of his spins or steps, but he barely landed any of his jumps.

Kek was biting the inside of his cheek by the time he finished. "Every time you jump, you start well, and then either end too early so you don't fall, or end too late so you don't end too early."

Ryou shrugged, out of breath. "I-I guess so."

"You need to stop thinking about the Grand Prix," Kek sighed, skating over to him. His movements were careless, fluid. Like it took less effort than walking did.

"Easy for you to say," Ryou muttered. "You didn't come last." After a moment of silence, he looked away. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Kek shrugged. "You're right. It is easy for me to say." He moved around Ryou until the other met his gaze. "But if you don't forget about the Grand Prix and focus on Nationals, you haven't got a hope of winning."


DV: So, yeah. As you can see, technically not a Yuri! on Ice crossover. More of a fanfiction inspired by it. Hope you enjoy! Please vote and review. See you next time, Murdering Majestors!

Beta Reader's Note: As a Homestuck I felt attacked by this.