Katrina tried her best not to laugh when her uncle Yakov burst through the doors of their small apartment. His face was redder than the hot Borscht soup her mother made when she was making her frequent visits. She was eating said soup when Yakov came home yelling.

"I'm guessing Victor did something stupid again?"

It ha been almost a week since the video of Japanese skater Yuuri Katsuki become a worldwide sensation. It had also been a week since Yakov's shining star Victor Nikiforov decided to abruptly leave Russia to 'travel the world and see new things', at least that was what he told Katrina when she called him to found out why he wasn't at the rink that day when the video first surfaced.

She stirred her soup when the older man began to spew profanities. Apparently, Victor decided that he wanted to be a coach instead of a skater.

"Where did he go again?"

Yakov grumbled and sat down the couch in the adjoining living room.

"Check your phone! You follow him, right?"

Katrina mentally smacked her forehead lightly and looked over her smart phone. Although she did follow Victor and some other fellow skaters, she wasn't a fan of social media. Call her an old grandma but she preferred the old-fashioned way of making friends. Katrina viewed the ideas of Facebook, Instagram and twitter as cold.

She opened her account and saw the many pictures of Victor with his poodle Makkachin posing in front of an old fashioned Japanese castle.

Hasetsu Castle! #Ninjas!

"…. He went to become a ninja on Japan?"


Meanwhile in another apartment, Yuri Plisetsky was glaring at his phone screen when he saw the same picture.

"Hasetsu Castle? Does he want to be a ninja or something?" Yuri huffed though his nose but smirked, "Ok, I know where he is now."

He rolled around on his bed while his cat paid no mind as it cleaned its paws.

"Just wait victor. I'll see you soon."

He spent a few minutes staring at the ceiling, scratched his cat behind the ears and snacked on the chips he ate whenever he wanted to break his strict diet occasionally. Making up his mind, Yuri brought his phone back and exited out of Instagram.

His wall paper glared at him.

It was a picture of him and Katrina in a pose from the salsa dance for a promotional image. She was wearing an outfit that was a mix of yellow and orange in color, it was long sleeved that clung to her upper torso and arms like second skin with a loose skirt. Yuri wore a black and white outfit with the white shirt being loose and opened to reveal his chest, he had a sash around his waist that match Katrina's outfit in color and his pants were black and they clung to him like second skin as well.

They were both smiling, well Yuri was smirking while Katrina had a bright smile on her face. That picture was supposed to be their promotional image for their junior debut. But instead it was a bitter reminder of what he had lost.

Yuri was tempted to delete the picture numerous times. But he just couldn't.

He sighed as he ran his finger across the screen slowly before tapping on the call screen.

"Hello? I need book two tickets to Japan…"

Three weeks later.

Katrina woke up to the pounding of a door. She assumed that it was the neighbors next door having another marital dispute. She ignored them and tried to go back to sleep. Uncle Yakov was going away for a few days because his younger students had a competition and she was finally going to enjoy being lazy. The pounding stopped but now her phone rang.

"Huh?" She answered her phone without looking at the id.

"Hello?"

"You sound like you just woke up! It's four in the afternoon!"

That made her jolt awake, "Yuri?!"

"Open your damn door! I've been outside for 30 minutes!"

Katrina get out of bed and walked up the door. She opened it and was meet with a mad blonde glaring at her with his phone in hand.

"What are you doing here?"

Yuri didn't answer and forced himself inside.

"Hey!"

He made his way to her room and began to grab some random articles of clothing and through them on the bed.

"Hey Yuri! What the hell are you doing?!"

Yuri stopped and glared at her," What does it look like?! I'm packing for you! Where's your suitcase?!"

Katrina sputtered" W-What?! Packing?! Why?!"

That6s when she noticed that Yuri was wearing his traveling outfit and his suitcase was left at the front door.

"We are going to Japan and dragging Victor back!"

Words formed in her head but she could find her voice to say them. Instead Katrina just gave yuri a 'are you insane' look on her face.

"I am not crazy. He promised us that he would choreograph a routine for us for our senior debut and this is what we get?!"

"If I recall, he promised you," Katrina poked his chest and looked up at the older teen, "I don't remember being a part of the deal."

Yuri grabbed her hand.

"You became part of it when we became rink mates."

Katrina rolled her eyes pulled her hand away, "Were not rink mates anymore Yuri. Besides, Victor is going to be Yuuri's coach."

"Don't you dare mention that pig! He's just a washed up has been with a damn dream!"

"Is not!"

Yuri huffed and smirked, "takes one to know one."

The girl clenched her fists.

"You had the whole world at your feet. 'Katrina Lychkoff, The Jumping Bean of Russia' who just couldn't stay on the ice long enough because she loved to jump. Now look at you," He gave her the body check, "You're no better than him."

'Fucking asshole!'

It was true that she gained weight after leaving the skating world. Her long and tone legs were fuller, she had a small tummy forming and her hips were a little wider. She wasn't that overweight but with her five-foot one frame it was obvious.

"Are you really the same girl who grabbed Victor's attention?"

Katrina had the urge to slap the punk for that but remained calm and crossed her arms.

"Alright then," She went to her small closet and pulled out her suitcase, "Seeing as you won't leave even if I scream. I'll go with you to japan. But don't get your hopes up."

Yuri sighed but was satisfied for finally getting his way, "Good because our plane leaves in four hours."

"What?!" Katrina was flabbergasted when he said that, "Yuri is your head screwed in right?!"

She was ignored as Yuri left her rom, probably giving her privacy and shut the door.

"Don't tell Yakov!"

Katrina wasn't planning on it.


Yuri's head slumped over to her side during the flight to japan. Katrina, dressed in a long dress, tights and boots, tried to move him away from her but the attempts were futile since his body would immediately go back to her as if she were a magnet and she was attracting him.

"Yuri… Please wake up," She whispered.

Instead of waking up, he unconsciously wrapped an arm around her and he snuggled against her. Probably dreaming about his cat, she thought and looked out the window. All she could see were clouds.

She sighed and looked at her sleeping companion. The way he would just hold her in his arms reminded her of the good times. They used to fall asleep next to each other during the long flights from Russia. Yuri would snuggle against her while she would cuddle against him. She loved the soft smell of vanilla that would emit from him, it always lulled her to sleep no matter what the situation was.

Soon Katrina felt the urge to sleep overpowering her. She closed her eyes with only one thought in mind.

'Uncle Yakov is going to kill me….'