Born for the Ice
Events! in Gangneung (part 1)
A/n - Sorry for the late update. My Language classes interfere with this so often. But I will try to update faster...
One clarification... since there are three Yuris now so Yuri Katsuki will be called Yuuri according to Victor's long-drawn phonetics. Yuri Plisetsky will be Yuri and may alternate with Yurio. Yuri junior (let's see what I decide her surname to be *smirks evilly*) will be Yura or Yuri. According to the scenes, they can be recognized.
Warning - Be careful. Sensitive topics like child abuse ahead. Also Yura's grammar is problematic due to lack of education.
As soon as they landed in Yangyang Airport, they were swarmed with reporters. At first, the reporters did not notice the small figure in Victor's arm. But all their focus turned to her as soon as she asked Victor to let her down. "Papa, Me want down." Her strange grammar caught their attention. Victor let her down. And there was no stopping the questions.
"Who's these girl?"
"Why is she here?"
"Why are Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki holding a child?"
"Where is she from?"
"Is she any of your relative? If so, why is she here?"
"Have you adopted her?"
"Who are her parents?"
"When did you come to know her?"
"Are you both in a relationship? Is she adopted by you?"
"Did Russian government accept Victor Nikiforov's sexuality?"
"Is this why Nikiforov stays in Japan? Because he is bringing up his child with Katsuki?"
"Is Katsuki related to her?"
All this stopped when Morooka pushed his way through the crowd. He asked some sensible questions about the upcoming tournament. After half a minute or so, he winked at Yuuri. Yuuri got the message. He said, "If you excuse us, please, we have a match to win." He looked at Victor who immediately understood the play and waved at the crowd with his sexiest camera smile. Yura seemed to understand something as well. She brought both her hands to her lips and blew a kiss. The entire group of reporters nearly fainted. Morooka smiled at the success of his plan and made way for the skaters to move. Yuuri whispered a small thank you and walked off.
The next three days were full of training and sightseeing. Yura didn't trouble anyone at all. She was quiet when the elders were talking. Unlike other children, she never cried outside Yu-topia. If she wanted something, she would quietly ask Victor for it. Whenever other skaters, namely Phichit, met her, she would be gifted many chocolates. She would smile and whisper a "thank you, brother". She always made sure to ask Yuuri before having any of the chocolates though. Her quiet attitude heightened when Yuuri or Victor had their rink-time. She stood by the rink quietly without making a single peep. Once, Victor found himself wandering why Yura didn't play like other kids. Or why she spoke so less outside Hasetsu. Or why she stared longingly at the ice? Little did he know that everything would be revealed on the night of Short Program.
The evening started well. The Gangneung Ice Arena was buzzing with people. The entire pack of pesky reporters were on move like wolves at night. Any prey skater was delicious enough for the live telecast and interview. The special dish of the day was - Katsuki Yuuri and Victor Nikiforov flavoured with the brand new spice, Yura.
But as usual, even preys had their ways of self-defence just like crabs had shell. Yuuri and Victor armed themselves with evasive answers regarding Yura. It was no time for gossiping. They had to focus on skating and Yuri together. Media and press weren't required in that list.
The only good thing Victor saw in the situation was that Yuuri had utterly forgotten his anxiety in the midst of all these. Even in the Nationals, Yuuri had had those panic attacks. Taking care of Yura made him forget his own problems. On problem solved!
Group one took the ice after the warm-up. Phichit was in group one and so was Leo. Group One performed well. When the next group took the ice, there was an uproar. JJ VS Yuuri.
JJ's turn came after Guang-Ho. His ever self-confident self brimmed to live on the ice. He took his opening pose. The music began. His figure moved forward gracefully.
Now, I rule the world... And the starry sky spreading above...
...I never give up even if the night should fall... Always do my best... I look in the mirror... The King smiles at me...
"ITS JJ STYLE"
The signature pose ignited the audience. It seemed that everyone in the stadium was cheering for him and him only as if he was the Real King JJ.
Under ordinary circumstances, Yuuri would have trembled and spiraled down in the black hole. But now as the Eros costume hugged his slender figure gently, he felt a tug on his pants. Looking down, he saw Yura smiled, starry-eyed, "Daddy look very pretty pretty pretty."
Yuuri smiled and took her in his arms. As Victor came in looking for them, he nearly had a great-nosebleed. "Yu-u-ri, yo-ou look too-o-o sexy." He whined.
"Victor" Yuuri warned but Yura had caught it. She giggled, "Papa says a naughty word."
"Naughty?" Yuuri and Victor asked incredulously. She suddenly looked scared and sad at the same times. Victor saw that. He took her from Yuuri and changed the topic, "So how about we watch daddy's performance now. Let's go there."
"And we have the last skater to take the ice. Yuri Katsuki."
Yuuri took off after the last advice session. During the start of Eros, Yuuri did something new every time. Sexy smirk. Or a flying kiss. Or his killer licking of his lips.
This time it came as a wink. Victor almost got a heart attack.
"Wow, daddy is very pretty. I will pretty when I grow up too." Yura clasped her hands together. Victor smiled at her. As a coach, he was supposed to be checking Yuuri's mistakes. But he was watching Yuuri dazedly. To Victor, the stadium was growing hotter every second. If Yura wouldn't have been there, he would have pulled Yuuri out of the stadium, straight to the hotel bed, the minute Yuuri's program would have been over. 'Stop making impossible wishes' He told himself.
However, his wish to leave the arena was fulfilled in a sad way. Eros ended. Yuuri had performed the program perfectly. Not even one jump was flubbed. Not even the salchow. Recently, he seemed to get to better on it.
"Yuuri. It was a very good program." Victor congratulated, kissing Yuuri's sweaty forehead. "But looked too damn hot, dear." Before he could control himself, it was out of his mouth. Yuuri's eyebrows shot up a sign of warning. Victor bit his tongue, making Yura giggle. "Papa says a weird word again."
Victor had to cover up somehow. He coughed embarrassed. "Where did Yura learn that these words are bad?" He asked her.
"Sir always say Mama those. She told him those were bad words and he not use them with me."
"Who is sir?"
"Sir lives in my house. He hit me hard. He gave me this brown thing." She rolled up her sleeves. And what Yuuri and Victor saw, made them gasp. Yuuri's eyes filled without warning. Those were scars. Most probably from whiplashes. Whip? What was going on? Who did these? Hundreds of questions rushed into his mind. His panic attacks were on the verge of arriving when suddenly anger came over him first.
"What are these?" Yuuri whispered, furious. Before she could reply, a bunch of reporters headed over to them. Victor saw the danger. He took authority and said, "Love, finish the press conference now. Yura let me roll back your sleeves. We will talk when we are back in the hotel."
Yuuri looked at him. He saw something in the ocean blue optics that made him rub his tears. He nodded and scurried to the interview. Victor adjusted Yura's clothes and both of them walked to the press conference to catch up with Yuuri."
A/n - Chapter was a bit hasty. Sorry. I hope that I will be able to get the next chapter out sooner.
Next chapter will be a bit angsty, it seems.