Story 6 Concept #1 Ch3
Yuri On Ice!!!
~Principal Danseur~
Katsuki Yuri stared at his dance coach, one Minako-sensei, and then back to the papers in his hands. He didn't even have a full three hours of mourning for his lost posters and other things that included Russia's number one skater, when she came in a burst of excitement, an envelope in her hands, and proceeded to shove it to his face.
Her stare down had Yuri ripping the envelope open and reading the context inside. The tiny hope in his body crumbled at the new information.
One, the concept of time travel has been proven wrong. Two, the reason was that he had never received it before, and third, apparently dimensional travel was possible.
How did he come to this conclusion?
One word.
Phichit.
~YOI~
Phichit stared fascinated at what was his best friend, but not. The body was there, so was the face, the hair, the tragical glasses, and the overall appearance.
No what was missing in his so-called friend was his spirit/soul. The one area in the body that housed memories, personality and behaviour.
But this best friend, had apparently been replaced with a Yuri Katsuki. A ten year old, Yuri Katsuki, who had no desire for his previously desired ice skating or Viktor Nikiforov.
It was made more obvious, when a blank-faced Yuri Katsuki took it all down with a calm air, as if he was just wiping down a mess on the walls.
It was also the fact that, after he had woken up, Phichit was bombarded with the information of a warped identity crisis.
Now, how to tell Ciao-Ciao that Yuri doesn't want to skate, or compete, or even contemplate the idea of him being a skater.
In his currently, not-best friend's words:
'I love the freedom that dance provides. Skating does not provide the full freedom I desire. It limits me, and I don't want to be limited.'
Maybe it was Phichit's fault in indulging his curiosity when visiting that weird shrine, that was right next to a branch of NASA laboratories. It also might have included sneaking in, and touching things that he had no clue did.
He didn't mean to make that weird explosion in space either, but it did make pretty colours and really good photos for his social media account.
One thousand retweets and likes in less than a three hour period.
Phichit could not bring himself to regret it. Sorry Yuri, wherever the one he knew was.
Now though, he had the responsibility to pick up a bit of his mess. So non-best Friend Yuri not skating? That was denied. Forcefully, might he add.
~Principal Danseur~
'I refuse.' Perhaps his reply would have been more firm if his voice did not decide to go high up a note, or the trembles in his hands.
Minako-senses furrowed her brows, 'I don't care,' she crossed her arms, 'You were the one to insist in auditioning, and now that you've got it, you're acting like they deserve to have you grace their productions?'
Yuri winced.
Her eyes narrowed, 'No, you will not disgrace me after you gave me your word, Katsuki Yuri.'
He opened his mouth-
'Your word.' She stated strongly, daring him deny her.
Maybe performing on stage wouldn't be that different than on the national ice skating competitions? It would just be on a stage, with thousands of of people watching his performance closely, and a team he had to navigate through.
The costume changes, the dances, the director, and even a live orchestra.
When his senses left, Yuri let out a hysterical laugh, another panic attack rising from his gut.
Yes, it was no different, like a thousand sharks watching and catologue-ing his mistakes, his every move and technique, but with more people on stage with him, and perfection a must.
Why could he not refuse his teacher as much as he wanted to?
Because he gave his word, and his other self was ten - Yuri would not be the one to destroy his chance at his dream. Not like his, anyways.
