Victor found that on the mornings where he didn't have practice, he was always awoken by the sun pouring in through the windows; similar to what would happen when he was a young child, living with his parents.

Those mornings, the light would always find a way to shine precisely in his eye, stirring him from his slumber. The light didn't stir Makkachin, though. What woke him was Victor shifting on his side of the bed. This morning was no different.

"It's too early for the sun to be up already," Victor groaned as he covered his eyes with his arm. It was always too early for him on these mornings. He found it odd, considering that he was up for 6 am practices the majority of the time.

Makkachin just lifted his head off of his paws, took a glance at his owner in his almost pathetically tired state, and decided it wasn't worth his time so he fell back asleep. Victor knew the poodle would eagerly hop up when he went to the kitchen, though. That's when he was fed after all.

With another groan, Victor forced himself out of his bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Sure enough, not long after, Makkachin came trotting out behind him.

After feeding Makkachin, Victor flopped down on his couch in the living room. He grabbed his phone from the table next to him, where he had left it the night before.

Opening it up he found multiple Instagram notifications, mostly just Chris liking a good portion of his posts. Sighing, he just scrolled through the list of notifications he had received on his phone. A certain one from Chris proceeded to catch his eye. A video link with the caption, "Thought you might be interested in this~ He looks familiar, don't you think? ;) btw it's really good"

The video thumbnail let Victor know that it was a skating video, plenty of which he had seen. Some had been renditions of his own choreographies, others were of other professional skaters, and some were just amateurs. Yet this one was one he had yet to see. Probably for the fact that it looked like it had only been posted in the past 12 hours, but it continued to climb over 500,000 views.

'Yuuri Katsuki skating Victor Nikiforov's Stay Close To Me,' Was the title of the video, and it intrigued Victor. Yuuri Katsuki seemed like such a familiar name to him, he just couldn't place it. He knew him from somewhere, Victor knew it.

And so his curiosity made him press the play button.

The video opened showing a raven-haired Japanese man. Victor knew the choreography by heart, considering it was his own and he was the one who originally choreographed it. He quickly realized that the video itself had no music, only the sound of skates against the ice. But it was almost as though he could hear the music clear as day. It was as if this man created music with his movements.

About halfway through the video something in Victor's mind clicked. It clicked hard. He had to press the pause button as he spoke his thoughts through out loud.

"Yuuri, Yuuri was the one who scored 6th at the Grand Prix," Victor started. "I know that."

Makkachin came and hopped onto the couch to lay near Victor's feet.

"Hey Makkachin," Victor commented absentmindedly. "He was the one who got drunk off of however many flutes of champagne they let him have. Which personally was too much."

Taking a moment to completely process what he just put together, Victor stood there with his eyes wide. This was that Yuuri, the one he fell in love with in a single night. A single night full of dancing, fun, laughing, smiling, and champagne.

Quickly his mind flashed to the list he kept by his bedside as a child, he wasn't even quite sure why that's what he thought of.

Notes about my soulmate

-They have black hair

-First grade?

-Doesn't speak Russian

-Has a girl friend who has brown hair

-Lives in a place like a hot spring?

-Has an ice skating rink in their town

-Different types of buildings

-A fan of mine! :)

-Likes this noodle bowl thing?

-The language is either Chinese, Japanese, or Korean

-Wears glasses

Black hair, check. Yuuri definitely had black hair, which Victor had learned was really soft to the touch.

Ice skating, check. Clearly he was ice skating in this video.

A fan of Victor's, check. It was rather apparent that Yuuri was a fan of Victor's if he had taken the time to learn the choreography of the program.

Japanese, check. A while ago Victor had determined that the language he constantly saw and heard in his dreams was indeed Japanese. He also knew that Yuuri was a skater who represented Japan.

Glasses? Check? Victor wasn't absolutely sure, he wasn't able to tell. Although it did look like he was squinting during some of the video he had watched. But, at the banquet Yuuri was wearing glasses- at least until he took them off at some point during the time he was overly drunk.

Victor calmed himself by running a hand through his hair. This could just be a complete coincidence. Maybe it just so happened that Yuuri matched all of the things he noticed about his soulmate over the years. It was completely possible, Victor attempted to reason with himself.

"Speaking of Victor,"

"I bet you, when you completely iron out this program, you'll be able to get on the podium with him at the Grand Prix!"

Those words came flooding back into his mind. Those words that he knew he forgot the morning after he heard them. But, here they were, coming flooding back. They proved that this wasn't some magical coincidence. No. No this wasn't.

"There's no way, Phichit,"

"I'm kind of surprised that I made it into the Grand Prix."

Those were the words his soulmate had uttered many, many nights ago. The words that stated that his soulmate was going to be competing in the Grand Prix.

His soulmate with black hair, glasses, who was Japanese, who loved ice skating. It all made sense now. The reason he fell in love so easily that night at the banquet. Why he just felt immediately drawn to the dark-haired skater. Everything-

"Yuuri is my soulmate!" Victor dumbly blurted out. It was so plain to see now. How he could have ever missed it, he wasn't completely sure.

He had to take a moment to scold himself for forgetting the dream that would have made this so much simpler for him.

"Victooorr, if I win this dance off you'll come and coach me, right?"

That's what Yuuri said to him during the banquet. Did he really mean it? Victor wanted to believe it, so that's what fueled him to his decision.

"I have to go to Japan. I need to meet Yuuri! People will question it if I just drop skating all of a sudden to leave.." Victor trailed off as he thought about the possibilities. "I'll do just as he asked! I'll play it off as though I'm there to coach him!"

Victor rolled it over in his mind. "Yes. That works."

Quickly Victor finished the video, amazed at the execution of it. This was no where near the drunk Yuuri he met after the Grand Prix, especially after his horrible loss. This was a skater full of confidence and grace.

Once the video finished, Victor quickly switched tabs to his text messages and opened the one for Yakov. He tapped the message within seconds and pressed send.

"Yakov, I'm booking a flight to Japan ))"

Taking less than a minute, Victor's phone buzzed with the notification that Yakov replied to him.

"WHAT THE HELL, VITYA. WHY"

Instead of typing a reply Victor simply sent the video of Yuuri skating his program. In response he received another angry response from his coach.

"YOU'RE LEAVING FOR THAT JAPANESE SKATER? WHAT FOR?"

"Coaching."

"VITYA IF YOU DO THIS YOUR CAREER WILL GO DOWN THE DRAIN, I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF THIS ONE"

"What if I said it's love?"

"OH NOW IT'S LOVE. WHAT'S NEXT? ARE YOU GOING TO SAY THIS MAN IS YOUR SOULMATE?"

Victor had to stop himself from chuckling at how his coach found him so predictable. After all, he wasn't wrong.

"Yes?"

"GOD DAMMIT VITYA I SWEAR YOU'RE GOING TO PUT ME IN AN EARLY GRAVE"

Victor ran his hand through his hair as he smirked and typed a final reply to Yakov.

"I'll say goodbye to you in person later, Yakov. Bye!"

The snow fell all around Victor as the wind pushed his long jacket around his legs. He kept his hands tucked away in his pockets to shield them from the cold. The sun was already setting, and was almost completely replaced with the moon.

Victor stood on the bridge where he told Yakov they would meet. The cold was biting at his ears and nose, turning them both slightly red.

Footsteps sounded from the other end of the bridge. Victor turned towards the sound, his silver hair moving into his face.

Yakov walked towards where Victor stood. Victor moved to meet his coach in the middle.

"Goodbye Yakov. I'll see you again, I promise. Thank you for everything you've done for me."

"Vitya, you don't have to do this. You don't have to leave everything."

"Yakov, I already told you. I need to do this, I need to visit Yuuri again. He's my soulmate, you know I've been looking for him my whole life," Victor explained in a voice slightly above a whisper.

"Of course, but this is idiotic. Even for you." Yakov's words made Victor chuckle.

"Yes, yes I know. I'll play it off like I'm there strictly for coaching. It'll probably end up less in the media than if I were to say that I'm dropping everything to head to Japan to meet up with my soulmate." Victor explained what he had been planning for a while now.

"But still-"

"Yakov, it'll be fine. I'll be fine."

"I'm telling you, Vitya, you're going to put me in an early grave."

Victor gently hugged his coach, "So you've said, so you've said. Thank you for everything Yakov."

Just like that, Victor pushed his hands back into his jacket and turned on his heel to walk in the direction he had originally come from. He moved towards the airport to catch his flight to Japan. He was excited but there was a bit of dread in his stomach. He hoped that Yuuri would accept him, but what if he didn't? After all, Victor noted, Yuuri never made any move to acknowledge him as his soulmate.

OOooo slight cliffhanger that isn't really a cliffhanger but hey it's intriguing at least a little bit! It honestly took so much effort to actually even start this chapter. But I hope you guys aren't too upset with how long you had to wait!

Side notes! I have some pretty cool things to share!

First up! If you have been following my twitter ( Winter_Skye) you've probably been seeing me tweet about a fantasy au and character design planing. But for those who aren't following my twitter (which you totally should, absolutely quality content ^^;) I am planning a Yuri On Ice fantasy au! It's still in the planning portion but I've finished basic character designs :D I hope you keep an eye out for that!

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