Ciaossu! Shirotani is back with another chapter~ Thanks to those that followed, favorited or reviewed! I really appreciate you guys!

Sorry for the slightly delayed chapter, it's been quite the busy week… performances, tests (fucked up) blablabla *grabs gun*

Yuri: Wait! You can't! If you're gone who's gonna finish this crappy story then?

Me: Oh fuck…You're totally right…

yuri: You're going to spare me in this story right?

Me: To be honest with you baby, I really don't know. I'm just some random average angsty teen, this won't end well I think…

Yuri: Well shit….

Me: Yup….

This chapter will be more of a filler with some comedy in it. Just to take a breather from the drama/upcoming drama…. No worries I'll fuck up your feeling soon again…but lets keep the fillers for the sake of the flow of the story *sweat drops*

Disclaimer: I only own my own bullshit lol.


Chapter 3

"What?! Living ice skating legend Victor Nikiforov is at your inn?!" it was at around 8 pm that Minako decided to barge into Yu-topia while everyone, meaning Yuri, was still panicking about Victor's sudden appearance.

Exactly another two hours had passed since Yuri fainted hardcore at the onsen from possibly an overload of Victor's, um…'scandalizing' appearance. At least in the eyes of Yuri, since most men felt quite blessed upon seeing a handsome Russian foreigner pretty much naked in bath with them. Bonus, he got a great butt according to many. (A/N love u too censorship 3)

Victor Nikiforov, in Japan, wanting to be Yuri's coach. Well, let's say Yuri's brains were done for the next month and a half. The Russian ice skater he had come to adore over the years was at his home, the one he called his god and idol. Ice skating legend, Victor Nikiforov was a human being with flesh and bones like any other human.

While Yuri was still busy processing everything that transpired in the past hours, Victor was just lying there on the ground in his poorly worn yukata in a deep slumber. Minako violently twisted her neck towards both professional figure skaters, before running to Yuri. She started shaking him violently in the Minako style and slapped his cheeks till they were red and swollen. She herself wasn't in the best mental condition either considering she was also quite the ice skating fan herself.

"Yuri! Answer meeeeee! come back to earth! What in the name of the ice skating gods is a living legend doing here?!" the ex-ballerina shook her student some more and whined for some extra attention from him while Yuri himself was still in a daze far, far away. Anywhere but at the situation that was unfolding right in front of him.

A soft grunt was heard from the direction of the living god. He softly stirred around, letting his hair that covered his entire face fall slightly to the side. They knew the man was the famed number one most wanted bachelor, but seeing him in real life made everyone turn to him in slight awe.

"Hachoo! Hm, hungry~" Victor stared sleepily at Yuri's face and snapped the younger lad out of his mental state of shock with just one slight brush of his fingertips against Yuri's shoulder.

"Victor!" Yuri started stumbling over his words and grabbed Minako who was also awe struck like everyone else, except for the elderly Katsuki couple. "Food?" Victor stared at Yuri with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster as his yukata started slipping off of his shoulders in a quite suggestive way.

"Oh! Um, what would you like to eat, Victor?'' His face scrunched up before his eyes started twinkling in mirth. "What do you like to eat, Yuri?" Lights started flashing in Yuri's head and the gears started turning. He immediately told his mother to make some katsudon for their guest in a manner that sparked some interest in the other's eyes. And just within a minute or ten dinner was served before the Russian god, making his eyes twinkle in interest.

"Waow! This is amazing! What's it called?" Hiroko stood there and proudly presented him their well-known katsudon. A rice bowl, topped with a deep fried pork cutlet, which again was decorated by a layer of golden colored egg with some green peas. Literally everyone started drooling once the delicious smell of the katsudon wafted through their noses and they could hear the sizzling of the pork on the rice. How most Japanese would call it, the ultimate harmony! …..But secretly also one of the biggest calorie bombs known to humanity…much to Yuri's dismay if he had to say so himself.

Victor clumsily grabbed his chopsticks and stabbed the pork while 'skillfully' also grabbing some rice with it. "VKNUSNOV!" one could literally see the hearts in Victor's eyes as he stared at the pork cutlet bowl, "So this is your favorite dish?" Yuri nodded his head excitedly feeling happy to be able to share something of his own culture with his childhood idol and started chatting excitedly on about his favorite dish and own culture.

"Yes, this is a katsudon! A specialty of our inn, really, I always used to eat this whenever I won a competition! Those were good times." Several minutes passed in silence as if on que the aura around Victor seemed to scream something along the words of 'danger!' and 'you fucked up.'

Victor snapped his head to Yuri and smiled, but not a good smile. It was a well manner one, the one you would give relatives on a random occasion. It was like seeing your parent ask you to clean your room, 'asking'.

"So Yuri, have you eaten katsudon a lot lately?" Yuri started sweating heavily and just laughed on before looking at Victor again. He didn't know why, but he could feel the tension dripping in the room already.

"Yes, I've eaten it when I came home again for the first time in a few years." …Wrong answer, Yuri. Yuri gave a well-mannered smile at Victor unknowing of the real devil that was possessing mister Nikiforov. "But you haven't won anything at all lately now, have you?"

'HELP. CRITICAL HIT.' Yuri held his hand to his chest and wheezed, that was brutal. Not wrong, but still. Yuri began to sweat even more, underneath Victor's critical gaze.

'Ugh, is it me or did I just hear my own heart get trampled over?' Yuri looked heart brokenly at Victor and quietly resigned to his poor fate for the first time ever, experiencing an entirely new and different side of the Russian god. "….No. I haven't won anything... not recently at least."

"Well, I suppose it would be a great idea for you to lose some weight first, wouldn't it, little piggy? And those katsudon will only be yours once you win again!" Everybody started sweating at Victor's smile, which wasn't really a smile sent from heaven once again.

'Did he just call me piggy?!' Victor crept closer and closer much to Yuri's embarrassment. Even if he the other man was a foreigner and Yuri's idol, there was a limit to what his heart really could take!

"I look forward to working together, as coach and pupil, little piggy~" Victor grabbed Yuri's chin and leaned forward.

'Someone save me, kami-sama!' Yuri started praying at this point, praying real hard. For his sanity, and, well, mostly his sanity and survival yes. And somehow his prayers were in one way or another heard! In the form of his elder sister however.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Nikiforov. But aren't you maybe a little too close to my precious little baby brother?" Mari grabbed Yuri's collar from behind and pulled him back. A tick mark stood out nicely on her head as she gave a polite smile to their guest. After all, it wasn't as if she had yet to except the Russian man into their family or anything like that. It was ten years too early for her to give away her baby brother! It was at times like these that her overprotective sister instincts seemed to act up again.

Victor smiled sweetly at Mari, obviously not pleased by the lack of possible future physical (if any) contact with the Japanese cutie with glasses. Both Hiroko and Toshiya sighed with a slight upwards tug on their lips at the exchange between the youngsters.

"It's nice to be at that age. I remember how we used to be back then." Hiroko held her husband's hand and gave him a quick peck on the cheek making the older man blush.

"Haha, you got me there." Toshiya pecked Hiroko's forehead and both of them turned to look at the friendly, yet comedic exchange between their children and the Russian idol. That night was a night filled with laughter and many conversations, in Japanese, English. It had been a while since it was this lively back in Hasetsu, it was a drastic change, a drastic change that was going to be good for many.

A few days had passed and I was beginning to feel 'slightly' less nervous whenever talking to Victor. I slowly began to accept his presence as something of a normal occurrence. Something which I would never have guessed nor expected to be able to experience in my entire life.


And it had taken another week to get started on training again, mostly since Victor hadn't settled in entirely. It would be for Victor if we waited until he felt slightly more at place and homey in Hasetsu before we started training.

Secondly which we didn't tell Victor yet was that I was still resting from my last trip to the hospital. It didn't hurt or anything at all, but my entire body was still pretty sore. And with pretty sore I meant muscle aching sore that makes you want to lay down in bed for the next ten years in all honesty.

But really there was no such time to rest. Training time for the GP wasn't going to get longer but shorter in contrary, which wasn't coming in handy since I needed to practice my jumps and everything. Victor even prohibited me from entering the rink before I got back to my normal weight! How was I ever going to qualify for the GP let alone the GPF like this?!

Maybe a pep talk would help? Phichit often suggested giving a pep talk to yourself, saying it would help with my confidence. Well, trying can't hurt.

'Okay Yuri, you can do it! Japan is counting on you as their ace again Victor has high expectations of you! Right? What if they really don't need me after all?! Oh hell, what if- what if- Stop!' Okay…this pep talk thing wasn't really working…

I had realized since I started skating in competition from day one. The other skaters were a threat to me, sure, but the biggest threat to me was my mentality. It was the major factor in leading to my own demise.

Luckily there was little to no time to think about my insecurities as the time spent with Victor training to shape up again would be called absolute hell. It wasn't just that the amount of training seemed slightly different from his usual, like twice as much? But also the type of exercises Victor came up with that were absolutely horrifying.

However at the same time, as embarrassing as it is to say, my specialty would be considered dieting and slimming down in general. A gift many wish to poses, making my time training with Victor slightly less disastrous as it would have been for just an average non-athletic person.

Meanwhile both skaters had decided that it would be very sufficient for Victor to become familiar with Hasetsu, so Yuri often took the other on little trips during his work-out or after. "Yuri! What is that?!" Victor pointed to the 'oh so famous Hasetsu castle' and looked like a little child who just discovered some hidden treasure.

"That is Hasetsu castle, they say that ninjas used to hide out there." Yuri smiled, representing his home town with much fun so, rather than feeling obligated to.

"Waow ninjas?! Selfie time!" Victor immediately took like twenty selfies and posted them on Instagram, with the tags ninjas and …Hasetsu castle, not thinking about possible results when the next morning the media burst in through the Katsuki's inn. With an addition in the amount of family members, as one certain blond Russian male hurried to get his visa and luggage to fly to Hasetsu. The only things he left were two things, a note and his precious cat.

The note said the following: 'I'll get that idiot back. Take care of my cat. –Yuri'

Yakov stared at the note, face red. "Goddammit Victor! Why Yura too?!"

Yuri had taken the first plane to Japan and had his grandpa take him there to him off too. The older man being the supportive man he was, made some piroshky for Yuri's trip and helped him board.

"Be strong, my little Yura." He whispered as he waved off his grandson.


Once again, back at Yu-topia, Victor had officially been in Japan for a month or so. During that time he already noticed many things about his apprentice. For one, he loved looking at the sky, just spacing out for an unlimited time before someone would drag him out of it. He once caught Yuri staring out of the window for probably at least a good fifteen minutes without getting bored.

He noticed that his student didn't have the best self-confidence, liked the color blue, had terrible fashion sense, didn't like drinking alcohol and loved dogs. But this wasn't enough for Victor, something about the young male just made him want to know more and more, it was like an invincible force pulled them together.

"Yuri~ How about we sleep together tonight?" Victor asked in a singsong voice a slight hint of seduction detectable. But once again, no response only the calm dripping sound, the light pattering of the rain as Yuri looked outside.

"Yuri?" Still no response, his eyes were transfixed on something. Something beyond Victor's knowledge. He tried to pinpoint at what exactly the raven haired man had been looking at, but to his disappointment found nothing. He softly shuffled over to Yuri and tapped him on his back managing to scare the living daylights out of him.

''HOLY- Huh? Oh sorry Victor, I didn't notice you there. Did you need something of me?" Victor looked at Yuri thoughtfully and saw the bags underneath his eyes making him feel somewhat bad about himself.

'Maybe I'm pushing him a little too hard with his training…' Victor thought hard and felt some sort of concern mixed with a feeling of guilt swirl around inside of him.

"I think you should go to bed early Yuri, you look like you could fall asleep literally anywhere." (A/N Sleep, wow, haven't heard that word in a while…) Victor laughed and patted Yuri's back a little too hard, turning Yuri's suspicion to him.

"Rather than me, is something bothering you Victor?" Victor looked shocked even if only for a second could Yuri see it. "No, it's nothing." He was quiet, but at that moment Yuri decided not to pry any further, simply looking at Victor as he sat there staring at the same space Yuri was staring at just now with just the smallest smile present. Yuri didn't know why, but he loved this smile of Victor.

Maybe someday Victor would be willing to share his troubles with him?

Time passed slowly for both of them. Staring at the rain starting to clear up and the sun penetrating the clouds shining ever so brightly. They were looking at the same view, yet at the same time weren't.

'I wonder what he is looking at.' Both of them thought in the deepest parts of themselves. The silence between them was peaceful, not tense, but rather calming.

Victor slowly inched his hand closer to Yuri's hand. Before someone kicked in the door with a loud bang and ran towards the two skaters…

"Finally made it!" Their small moment of peace was broken the moment a very familiar blond Russian teen punk decided to storm into the room managing to kick Yuri in the process. ''Hah, nice kill! Victor! You're coming back to Russia to become my coach now! After all, you promised didn't you?" aggressive, but charismatic even at such young age. Yurio's face formed into a scowl as Victor looked at him confusion clearly evident on his face.

"Eh? I made a promise with you, Yuri?" Victor scratched his head trying to remember something about a promise again, but probably failed to like most of the times he did, since his memory was terrible beyond words.

'His memory is worse than dad's!' Yuri looked at both Russians in light amazement while Yurio was almost at the verge of breaking out in tears. Feeling some form of pity for the young teen he stood up and went to comfort the other.

"Um…Yuri-kun how would you like some food? You must be tired right? I'm positive you'd like my mom's katsudon." he might have looked pretty calm in the eyes of others, but in reality inside his own mindscape he was freaking out pretty hard, Yuri that is.

'Shit he's crying! Uh…how do you-' Yuri immediately ran to his mother who prepared the Russian teen some katsudon. This was the start of Yurio's obsession with katsudon, which created the best Russian and Japanese fusion dish ever to be created by god's hand as his legacy continued.

What actually happened once Yurio arrived in Japan

"That fucking idiot, Victor why would he go to Japan of all places on earth?!" Yuri kept grumbling as he retrieved his luggage at the airport after passing by the airport security. He walked to the station and took the train to God knows where, it wasn't his fault he couldn't read the Japanese signs… He just sat there for another three hours till he reached the last stop.

"Victor, where the hell are you?!" screamed the Russian male at the freaking ocean as several elderly walked passed him commenting something along the lines of 'ah, that's youth I say' all in Japanese of course.

Meanwhile at the inn during lunch, "Hachoo!"

Yuri turned to look at Victor, "A cold? You know, they say someone is talking about you when you sneeze three times." Well everyone obviously passed it off as Victor was pretty much internationally famous.

Days turned into a week, and no, Yurio still hadn't arrived at Yu-topia. There was a very good reason behind it too. Something along the lines of having no sense of direction and maybe taking the wrong train several times, same story like always.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!" Yurio turned to look at every little stall, even the Maruichi, but still couldn't freaking tell where he was…. He was still looking around in a frenzy before halting abruptly.

"OMG it is perfection…." There it was, his single soulmate, a huge, oversized… tiger shirt. (A/N be honest with me, what did you expect?)

And several minutes later Yurio was posting something on Instagram, with the hashtags tigers, t-shirt, hottopicFTW and so on.

"Old man, in what city are we actually?" Yurio looked at the man standing at the stall passively before the man raised a brow at the Russian kitten.

"This it Tokyo." Yurio's face remained blank for a few minutes, "Shit…"

He quickly gathered all of his luggage and turned away, well, not before turning back after a while asking the stall owner one more thing. "So…Um, where's the train station?"


That was chapter three people! Hope you enjoyed it~ My holiday just started, so I will be writing some chapters and just keep up with the one chapter a week thing. I might have caught a cold and have a slight fatigue atm…? And I'm editing this at 1.25am, how stupid can I get… Oh well time to sleep I guess.

Shirotani out~