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-I recommend looking up the YouTube video, 'bringing music to the Deaf',
feat. Amber Galloway Gallego. It's found on the channel, Vox and is a very
informative piece of work and I think y'all would like it.

-Both Victor and Minako have modified their training methods to fit Yuuri's
needs. That is how you reach halfway to someone. The majority of society
do not do this.

-A lot of people don't like being reminded that the world makes things a lot
more difficult for those who are disabled/disadvantaged. And the thing is, I
don't give a shit. Being uncomfortable means you are aware, and it is better
to be aware than to be ignorant.


Yuuri was practically hugging the large speaker that Minako-sensei had purchased. Or laying on it would be a better description. Either way, all of him was wrapped around all of it and he was pressed as intimately as he could be to it.

When he was younger, she'd had him place his ear against it so he could feel the rhythm and beat of the music she would have him performing to. They still used it to this day, and it was a great help. It helped him get used to the beat and timing of the music, which allowed him to time himself accordingly.

From what he could tell, On Love: Eros was truly sexual in every aspect. He'd properly guessed a violin, guitar, and a flute he was certain, that had gone into the song. He was certain that there was a lot more to it, but he didn't know the feel of other instruments, so he wouldn't even dare to assume further.

Once finished, he'd gotten up and mimicked the choreography that Victor had devised. It was Yuuri's job to add in all the extra bits. Improving the step sequence and adding the spins and the jumps. He was good at spins and steps. The jumps would take time, but he'd need to work diligently to figure out where to put them. His Triples were solid and without issue. It was the Quads he worried for. He rarely landed a Quad Salchow and the Toe Loop was his most solid Quad.

He once landed a Quad Lutz, but it had seemingly been a fluke because he couldn't get himself to do it again. Phichit thankfully took a video at the time, so he could at least prove that he did it once. Maybe he could try practicing it again.

Yuuri was going to have to put in a lot of work this week if he wanted to do the routine justice.

He also went and downloaded the song On Love: Eros to his iPod. The best he could do was blast it as loud as the speakers could take it. Until the beat was intelligible to even him through the vibrations. And then he would have to synch his timing up to the music's timing. He'd been doing it for years so it shouldn't be too hard.

'Alright, now show me the moves Victor choreographed for you,' Minako ordered, snapping her fingers while she was at it. 'I want to see what you can do on your own, and then we'll deal with transitions and interpretation.'

And so Yuuri did.


Victor took to coaching Yuuri the way he needed to be coached, pretty easily. The way he coached Yurio versus how he coached Yuuri, was very different, but he didn't seem to struggle in the least when he had to switch up tactics for Yuuri's sake.

Yuuri had spent two weeks trying to avoid physical contact with the man, and now that he allowed it, it happened so frequently. Whether Yuuri needed help or not, Victor was a bit of an attention seeker. At least for Yuuri's attention from what he'd noticed. He was always there with something to add somehow and wanting to get in personally and help Yuuri to the best of his ability.

If Victor saw something he didn't like or didn't approve of, he'd skate on over and correct Yuuri's stance and would make sure Yuuri could see his mouth clearly as he gave corrections. His warm hands practically molded to Yuuri's arms and legs, easily becoming used to maneuvering the younger man to the position he preferred to see.

Despite never coaching anyone before, Yuuri felt that Victor was doing really well considering his lack of experience in this particular area. And the lack of experience in training a Deaf skater made his method even more impressive. It was also intensely different from the way Celestino had gone about training Yuuri.

Celestino had done similar things, but sometimes he'd talk too fast for Yuuri to follow along with. And the thing was, Victor didn't talk slow because he thought Yuuri was stupid. He also didn't get into Yuuri's personal space and move him, he just told Yuuri to mimic his positions from a few feet away. But not too far away that Yuuri couldn't read his lips.

A common misconception for Hearing people was that being mute or Deaf made people stupid or unable to comprehend them. They would start talking slower on instinct, assuming that the person in question was slow of mind simply because they had a disability/disadvantage that affected their everyday lives. Celestino had learned quickly that he didn't need to coddle Yuuri, but that Yuuri did need more assistance.

Victor's first course of action was to ask Yuuri if he spoke too quickly at times and endeavored to correct himself at all times. Even going to far as to repeat himself if he thought he'd been too fast. It was something they both discussed and wasn't done simply because Victor just assumed. Victor also broke out his mobile when he thought he had too much to say.

Yuuri was relieved, and found himself warming up to the older man's smiles and encouragement. He liked seeing Victor smile. It was so much warmer than that shitty grin he'd sent Yuuri's way back in December. The fake one that made him look constipated.

Honestly, Victor got more excited when he succeeded than Yuuri did. He didn't understand why, but it was nice to have such an exuberant supporter waiting for him when he stepped off the ice. To know that Victor was genuinely impressed with him and happy to see him succeed in landing a jump or figuring out a step sequence and adding his own flare to it.

"I want you to make your movements more fluid," said Victor, moving his arms the way he'd taught Yuuri, but with a boneless-like quality that Yuuri was lacking at present.

Yuuri nodded in understanding. He had a feeling he knew who to go to for help in that department.


Minako-sensei was a ballet dancer of forty-seven years. She never told him her age, he just Googled her. She'd been in the business for a long time, and knew what she was doing. She could be trusted above all else.

So of course she had been the perfect person to go to in terms of getting help for his Eros performance. They'd already studied the music and she'd helped him time it out. Now it was time for the movements to be broken down and remade in Yuuri's style.

It was exactly two minutes and ten seconds, which was a good time for a Short Program. Though it wasn't much time to fit in what he'd like. Still, with Victor helping him sharpen his choreography and Minako helping him time it, he was certain he'd be able to skate, even though he couldn't hear the song.

His mind played over the choreography that Victor had shown him, allowing him to set up a good speed to mimic. Though he didn't necessarily want to do the story the same way. There was no originality in that, and Yuuri didn't just copy.

When he'd skated Victor's routine, he'd downgraded all but one Quad to Triples, and changed a bit of the footwork to make it more interesting. Yuuri wasn't just a copycat and he was going to prove it. He liked to put his own flavor into Victor's routines. He'd been doing it since he was a novice and he would continuing doing it even now when he was a Senior and formerly a GP Finalist.

Eros, sexual love. Victor had looked like the casanova out on the ice. His sex appeal turned up to the maximum. Enough that it made Yuuri hot under the collar and made him wonder if it was possible for men to get pregnant. He wouldn't mind if it was Victor's child. He'd probably welcome such a thing actually. And the thought might have stuck with him for the rest of the evening because it was strangely sexy.

Though back to the routine, Victor had moved with a sort of confidence in himself that Yuuri knew he lacked. Like he knew that he could seduce anyone in the world and was perfectly content with himself. He knew there was nothing to worry about. But Yuuri didn't feel that way. He was also certain that he could never be a playboy. Not with his appearance or his… problems. Playboys were envied by everyone, and capable of sweeping anyone of their feet, right? Yuuri couldn't do that! He couldn't seduce everyone around him.

Also, the character just didn't feel right to him. It had the kind of confidence that he didn't have. If it was about video games, making katsudon, or dancing, he totally had the confidence necessary to believe in himself and know that he could do it. But in this particular situation, in which he'd never gotten far in personally, how was he supposed to be confident?

The way Minako moved however. Her arms spreading out and coming around to her front in the beginning of the program, it was much more fluid than Victor's had been. More beautiful in a sense. There was the feminine quality to it that Victor's had lacked, and that made it a completely different program while still keeping it the same. If that made any sense.

Victor had once been very feminine and had used those qualities to the best of his ability while he still could. But he was no longer as capable of pulling off such actions as well as he used to. He also couldn't really tread the delicate line of society's perception of gender like he used to. Or more specifically, their gender binary that they clung to with such ferocity.

Not to say that Victor didn't move beautifully or anything, but he just lacked the femininity to move the way Minako did.

Yuuri's head tilted sudden as inspiration struck.

Perhaps he'd interpreted the story incorrectly for himself. Perhaps he didn't need to be a casanova. Hadn't he just been thinking about how he always made Victor's choreography his own?


Victor watched diligently as Yuuri worked around his routine, moving very carefully around the rink. He wasn't attempting any footwork, he was simply familiarizing himself with the arm movements and timing. Arms arcing and circling around his body. Spreading out and then coming in.

He'd learned that when he'd asked Hiroko what 'Ichi, ni, san' and so on had meant. He'd learned that Yuuri had been counting, memorizing his routine so that he knew where to step and what gesture to make at the right time. Apparently that was how Yuuri had learned to perform to music even though he couldn't hear it. He'd been doing this for years and it was amazing to witness.

It reminded Victor of when he'd learned to play the piano. He always did one hand first while counting, and would then do the same with the other. Finally, he'd try to mesh them once he was sure of his knowledge.

Yuuri did the same thing basically, just on the ice.

He waited for a while, until Yuuri seemed confident enough to start working on his Quad jumps.

Yuuri did a Quad Toe Loop really well, and all of his Triples were spectacular(though sometimes he Flutzed instead of Flipped), but Victor wanted to test how well he did with other Quad jumps. He wanted to teach Yuuri everything he knew. Everything he'd learned during two decades of dedicated figure skating training. Ways to pinpoint when you were losing balance or when you should or shouldn't attempt a jump.

He was so excited!


When Victor offered to give he and Yurio outfits for their performances, Yuuri hadn't expected to find all of the man's former clothes in the boxes he'd brought along, but Victor simply smiled and said that they were gifts for working so hard. He literally kept every costume he'd ever participated in. Costumes were not in any way cheap and that fact that he could afford so many ostentatious ones made of such quality fabric, could give Yuuri a heart attack.

Yuuri had once used the same costume two seasons in a row, but he'd had it professional dyed, and then he proceeded to trim it down and glue more rhinestones and frills to it to make it different.

As he was rifling through one box, he couldn't stop himself from mumbling about the specific competition Victor had worn it at. Victor, in his younger years, rarely wore the same costume more than once. He must have gotten a little more considerate of his funds as he aged, because he now actually kept the same costumes for the whole season, and had done so since 2013.

This adventure lead to Yuuri completing the mental visage he had of what he wanted his routine to appear as to the spectators. There was a certain image he'd had in mind and with the costume he'd chosen, the one Victor wore at the Junior World Championship all those years ago, he'd have it.

Yuuri was smaller than Victor in both physical height and body mass. He could easily toe the line of society's perception of their gender binary if he wanted to, and would confuse the hell out of people at the same time. The costume he'd chosen had been worn by Victor in his early years, when Victor's hair had been long and lustrous.

Both Victor and Yuuri didn't seem the type to truly care about gender in the least, which was amazing in Yuuri's mind. For two people in the same profession to meet and manage to have similar views on certain subjects.

Victor proudly expressed that half of his outfits were supposed to be gender neutral or nonconforming. He didn't mind appearing feminine or 'confusing'. Yuuri remembered how certain magazines had tried to tear Victor apart for his willingness to wear makeup for performances and keep his hair long. And Victor's response had always been, 'gender isn't the problem here, you're expired thought process is' and would leave it at that.

Eventually they got bored with trying to hurt him and tear down his image, and they dropped it. It was hard to hurt someone who didn't care about your existence after all.

On the other hand, Yuuri sometimes liked the more feminine side and found women more comfortable to be around. So being a woman was easier in his mind, than being a man. The beliefs and demands of masculinity were sometimes too tiring to deal with. Stressful, especially since many wouldn't consider him manly because ballet - despite the rigorous training required for many years - was not considered a manly sport in society.

And then there were days where Yuuri just didn't want to be anything at all. He just didn't feel it and that was that.

But for his program, he wasn't the casanova who chased after the beautiful ladies. He wasn't trying to seduce the entire town. He was the seductive temptress who would enthrall the casanova, thereby beating him at his own game. His prey was only Victor and no one else.

Yes. Yuuri liked this version of the story much more. It just fit him so well.


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