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47. "YOU GO, LITTLE CANADIAN MAMA!"

Jasmine-Isaac took the ice as she waved to the crowd. Several claps and loud cheers were emitted for her, as Jasmine-Isaac smiled. She was dressed in a green, satin one strap dress with a maroon sash around her waist as her dark gray hair swished in the air.

She started off with an Axel, and then a lower spin which got her a rather surprising remark from a fan.

"YEAH! YOU GO LITTLE CANADIAN MAMA!" cried a Jesus de la Oeste. He was a young man with black hair, brown eyes, sharp jaw, wearing a red jacket on his back. He was clapping wildly, standing up from his seat with a large grin on his face.

Jasmine had her brows up, just bewildered. She waved to the young man though, smiling at him.

"WHOOOO!" Jesus cheered. "YEA-OW!" that got him hit in the head by JJ.

Needless to say, he was not amused, keeping a deep scowl on his face.

48. Out for a date.

Otabek tapped his phone, ending the call. The young man in the suit smiled lightly, turning around to his victim. Emil was sitting in a chair with his hands cuffed behind him. He was shirtless with several cuts and bruises over his stomach, shoulders, and arms. He looked he had been crying for a long time.

"You are lucky, Mr. Nekola," Otabek said to him. "If my kitten hadn't asked me out for lunch, you'd have a bullet in your head by now." The teenage mob boss placed his phone into his pocket. "You are free to go," he said.

Emil's eyes brightened up. "Are you for real…?"

Otabek nodded. "But if you are caught dipping your pen into our group's ink again, Mr. Crispino will have to call a crematorium for you. Do I make myself clear?"

Emil nodded frantically, "Yes, sir! I'll never do undercover work again!"

"Good," Otabek said. He motioned for his female bodyguards to release him.

"I shall be gone for an hour; you may do as you please," Otabek said to his bodyguards. He turned around and walked to the door.

49. "He needed a friend."

Yuuri was sitting by the table, his hands in the cuffs. He was looking at plain nothing when the door opened. Agent Plisetsky was in the room now.

"What do you want?" Yuuri quietly asked. His face was still red from the tears he shed.

Agent Plisetsky turned the chair around, sitting with his arms on the back. "I just want to talk."

"About what?" Yuuri elevated his voice, his brown gems looking right at him. He sniffed. "Go away, I want Viktor…"

"Can't see him today, they're still interrogating him." Agent Plisetsky said. "Do you know how many crimes that man has committed over the past few years? The man has stolen from ancient tombs, burnt down military stations, and almost-"

Yuuri's blood was boiling, growing irritated. "SHUT UP!" he cried, standing up from the table with his wrists colliding with it.

"Hey!" the teen agent said, pulling out his taser and standing up. "Is it so hard to make talk with you? I saw how much of a sad shit pack you were, I figured this could help you, pig. You'd be a fool to not to accept anyone's help. Now please sit down."

"Why?" Yuuri asked him.

"So I can talk to you." The younger boy said.

"I want Viktor… I need to see him." Yuuri muttered.

The teen placed his legs on the table, rubbing his head. "Okay, what is great about Viktor? Why does he matter to you so damn much?" he asked.

Yuuri bit his lip. His lips moved around for half a second.

"C'mon, you can spit it out."

Yuuri answered, "He came to my rescue."

Agent Plisetsky placed his feet down, placing his elbow on the table. He was curious. How did Nikiforov come to this guy's rescue, he asked Yuuri.

"I was being abused by an old boyfriend. He dragged me to a shed somewhere, I don't know where; he didn't do anything to me though." Yuuri said. "I guess… he was pissed about something and wanted someone to take it out on, but um, anyways, there was a knock and he went to go answer it. I guess he had something for Viktor or was rivals with him; they got into an argument about something, and Viktor punched him in the face. I don't think he knew about my existence until then but… he saw me and asked if I was alright."

Agent Plisetsky nodded. "Okay… did he take you home or anything?"

Yuuri nodded. "Yes… I was crying, and I asked him his name."

Little did Yuuri know, there was a glass right by them, with Yuuri's family watching and hearing everything. Hiroko looked at her son with such concern in her eyes.

"…And then, I went to the market to get stuff for my mom and I met Viktor again…"

"…I gave him his number; we went on our first date a few days after…"

"…he was hurt, but I was able to take care of him…"

"…I can still remember how he laughed when we got covered in ship oil…"

"…That was how I went into a life of thievery with him." Yuuri concluded.

"I see now," Agent Plisetsky said. He stood up from the table.

"Where are you going?" Yuuri asked him. "Can I please see him?"

"Still no." Agent Plisetsky said.

Yuuri looked down. "I understand, but thank you for letting me talk about how I met him."

Agent Plisetsky nodded and left.

Otabek was waiting outside, looking at his phone. He looked at the younger agent. "What happened in there? Why did you go in there with him?"

"He looked like he needed a friend, as to why I went in there. We just talked about how he became a criminal." Agent Plisetsky told him.

Otabek looked at the ground. "Interesting. Well, the elite guys should almost be done interrogating Nikiforov, you wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah, I guess." The boys left.

50. Photo.

The Leroy family was parading through the streets of a very lavish city; Steven and Amara were snapping photos and JJ was drinking a fruit mojito. Isabella was holding a shopping in her hand as Jasmine-Isaac was pointing to several posters on the buildings. Isabella smiled but then, one of Jasmine's fans ran up to them.

She was about fourteen with dark blonde hair and brown eyes. She had a smile on her face exclaiming, "Oh my god, you're Jasmine-Isaac Leroy! I seriously love you; you're so beautiful on the ice!"

Jasmine was awestruck, putting a hand on her chest. "Oh thank you!" she said to her.

"Do you want to take a photo with me? There's this cool poster at the plaza!" the girl said.

"Eh…" Jasmine was unsure at one point. "You mind leading the way?" she asked her.

"What's this about a poster?" JJ asked, sipping his mojito.

"It's super cool! You basically get to model on it!"

"Hmm, interesting…" JJ rubbed his chin. "Like my daughter said, lead us the way, kid!"

There was a white backdrop in the middle of the plaza, just in front of the large fountain. There was a white box on the right with a sign that said 'NO ONE'S PERFECT' above it, but there was another spot where another person could point to whoever was on the box. Jasmine stepped onto it, where the girl pointed to her with an arrow that said 'EXCEPTION' on it. Jasmine-Isaac had her hands on her hips, with her left leg on her right. The girl's father took a photo on his phone, giving them a thumbs up.

JJ stepped in and said he wanted a photo himself. So he took the same shot again. JJ smiled, taking the photo of his daughter in the limelight on his phone. Jasmine laughed, once the photo taking session was complete.

"How is it?" she asked her father.

The photo came out clear and with nothing in front of it. Just like his daughter, it was perfect.

"Love it!" Jasmine commented. Isabella smiled but then she saw her other two children hop up to the poster.

As Isabella told them to be careful, Jasmine hugged the girl. The girl left, just happy that she met her favorite ice dancer.

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