Happy. That was an overused word in the world. Happy. It was as if everyone should be happy and use the word happy as many times as they could. Happy. But Katsuki Yuri wasn't happy.
Sure, he was happy when his life long idol, ice skating legend Viktor Nikiforov, showed up at the onsen, announcing that he was going to be his coach (actually, he was surprised then, and happy later) but it wasn't often Yuri felt that way.
He got bullied as a kid for being fat, and steered away from people, and had ever growing trust issues. It was hard for him to make friends, he was never really one to put himself...out there.
But he had Takeshi and Yuuko, wasn't that enough?
He had Vicchan, too. Wasn't that enough?
So many questions, not enough answers.
After a but, Yuri went into competitive ice skating. He was doing so well. Made a new friend, had a good coach, he even made it to the Grand Prix Final! Things were starting to look up.
But life is filled with peaks and valleys (AN: Esperanza Rising thou.) and one of those valleys was Vicchan's death.
It had thrown the young Japanese man off. He flubbed his performance, landing in last place. He cried.
He cried, just to be yelled at by some Russian teen that told him to retire.
But he couldn't.
Seeing his idol, Viktor, treat him like any old fan - not a fellow ice skater - he almost wanted to retire.
But he resorted to something else instead.
Crimson blood stained his jacket sleeve.
He'd show the world what he was capable of.