Chapter 1

Since he was a child, Yuuri has always adored the idea of soulmates. Someone meant for him, and only him. He knew she'd be beautiful and worth the years of waiting. She'd be kind and innocent, just like him. And together, they would make an amazing family. But as he got older, he got more and more helpless. That is, until he discovered Victor Nikiforov.

Victor had taught him how to fall in love with something other than a soulmate. Victor was his greatest idol, he would meet him one day, but he would be determined he'd meet him when they were equals. Not when Yuuri was doused in shame.

Yuuri had practiced for years so he could be an equal with Victor. But today, he'd made last place in the Grand Prix Finals. He had ran to the bathroom and he was currently sobbing in a stall. He would never be able to live this shame down, especially having Nikiforov seen that.

His childhood pet had died recently, so he was already developing mild depression. Not to mention he was worried out of his mind that day. He had a panic attack right before he went on the ice. And stepping onto the ice for professionals when he was only a fan had disappointed everyone Yuuri knew.

At one point, Yuuri was staring at Victor and he had been asked by his idol if he wanted a commemorative photo. In his shame, he had turned Victor down. He could never step onto the same ice as Victor again.

The worst part about his loss was the pity and shame in other's eyes when they had looked at him. His own mother could barely face him when he got home. He resulted to a severe depression, and he harmed his body in several ways.

In this world, every scratch and bruise that appeared on your body would appear on your soulmate's body. And if your soulmate killed themself, you would die too. Miles away, Victor Nikiforov dropped his mug and began to scream. "Argh!" Victor cursed to himself as the deep cuts dug into his left arm.

Since the last Grand Prix Final he had won, his soulmate began to cut. He could feel their desperation from forever away. Victor vowed to himself that when he would meet his soulmate he'd hold her close, and never let them hurt ever again.

Back in Hatsetsu, tears streamed down Yuuri's face. Night was always his favorite time of the day. At night, you don't have to cover up as man sobs as you have to during the day, so at least you could plead for help a little louder than before, while still none could hear. He had dragged the razor across his arm several times before, but now was the worst. His hero was coming to Japan, specifically Hatsetsu. Yuuri still didn't have the bravery to face Victor again. Yuuri had really needed to skate recently. It was his only relief besides self harm. Yuuri cleaned up and pulled on a large coat.

"Mom! I'm headed to the rink!" Yuuri dashed out the house. If Yuuri cut too much, he might be hospitalized. He couldn't have his loved ones know about his constant battles with sadness. He needed the adrenaline anyway.

When Yuuri made it to the rink, he slid on his skates quickly and enjoyed the freshness of the new ice. For each jump he landed, he felt more and more relieved. "Yuuko! Check this out!" Yuuri then glided on the ice just as he had watched Victor do countless was so happy he was able to be like his hero in a small way. He had landed all his jumps and (as usual) had a flawless routine. Near the end of the skate, Yuuko was sobbing quietly. She wiped her tears quickly and ran into the ice with her sneakers. "I'm sorry, Yuuko, I didn't know I was that bad-"

Yuuri was interrupted with a slap to the face. "Don't ever assume things like that! I'm crying because it was beautiful!" Yuuko choked out. Yuuri's face lit up like a christmas tree and he tripped over his words.

While Yuuko and Yuuri were having a moment, the triplets uploaded the video they had taken to YouTube. One of them yelled, "It already has fifty views!" Yuuri shot up, panic running through his veins. Yuuri was already anxious enough, he really didn't need a viral video getting out of 'Skater Copies Victor Nikiforov's Moves'.

"Please delete that!" Yuuri cried out, desperation lining his tone. Yuuri knew that if this got around, this would destroy his 'career'. He would no longer have a place with his closer friends, he would be an outcast. Tears began to fill his eyesight.

He zipped out of the building and ran to god knows where. Tears began to flow down his face. He hated all the confused and pitying looks he recieved. Yuuri was constantly drenched in shame, which never helped with his already low self esteem. Yuuri's side effects to shame were usually cutting himself off from the world for several weeks at a time. If Victor saw that video right before he came to Hatsetsu, Yuuri would never be able to even look at an ice rink then came upon a realization. The only reason he never killed himself is because he would hurt or kill someone else.

Yuuri was stuck on this thought while he ran. Would he be this pathetic his entire life?Would he have to endure this kind of shame for his entire life-? Yuuri then bumped into a taller man. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying-" Yuuri looked up to see THE Victor Nikiforov.

Yuuri's face paled. The raven had thousands but all he did was sit and look like an idiot. Victor offered his and smiled. When Yuuri rose to his feet, his legs were still shaking. "Hey, do you know where the hot spring hotel is?" Victor asked. Even after Victor had asked a question, Yuuri stood there looking dumbfounded.

"I- I was actually headed that way." Yuuri stuttered. Victor couldn't know who he was. He really hoped Victor hadn't seen the video again. Yuuri turned and motioned for Victor to follow. Yuuri was stiff the entire walk.

"Hey, if you're headed to the hot springs, maybe we could grab a drink?" Victor offered. Now, offerings were Yuuri's WEAKNESS. He could never refuse an offering. It was extremely rude.

"Sure, but you don't have to pay for me." Yuuri said while regretting every decision in his life that led up to this point.

"Oh, but I will." Victor calmly spoke. Yuuri flushed and tried to argue, but there was no use. Victor stood his ground.

When Victor put away his bags, they walked to a nearby bar. Yuuri kept trying to sneak glances at Victor, but everytime he looked, Victor would meet his eyes. "Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Yuuri queried. Victor smirked and patted Yuuri's head.

"Because I love looking at beautiful people." Victor answered in the most innocent way flushed. He probably hands out compliments all the time. A voice whispered in the back of his mind.

Victor downed drinks quickly. "Victor, you may want to watch how much you're drinking." Yuuri said, anxiety lining his words.

Victor smirked. "How did you know my name? I haven't introduced myself yet." Victor had noticed Yuuri's fatal flaw.

Yuuri blushed deeply. "E-excuse me? I don't know what you're talking about.''

Victor laughed and clapped his hand on Yuuri's shoulder. "Well, I haven't told you my name yet, but you know it. Don't worry, I won't treat you like a normal fan."

"What's so special about me?" Yuuri thought out loud.

Victor laughed. "Most fans don't get to go on a date with me."