Here we go!

The final is here!

can't wait! And guess what! six days from, it will officially be one year since Yuri on Ice! first premiered!

And as a result, I am going to try to finish this so maybe the short skate and free skate might be together, I don't know but I can't wait!

Enjoy!

A yawn escaped from a young Russian's pink glossed lips as she followed her boyfriend the hotel that was just across the street from the stadium in Barcelona.

It was two days before the grand prix final and Katrina was tired from the five-hour flight. While she was used to long flight, she was not used to the two boys in her life fighting during said flight.

Ever since the Rostelecom, Aleksander had been staying with Lilia while Olga was in America getting treatment. While it was nice that Katrina could spend some time with her little brother, she hated that he would literally wedge himself in-between her and Yurio.

Yurio at first tolerated it because the younger boy was still a kid who missed his big sister. But he drew the line that day when he saw that Alek had claimed a seat next to Katrina who had the window seat.

Both Yakov and Lilia were surprised that they did not get kicked out because of the constant yelling and fighting.

It was resolved when Katrina grabbed their cheeks to shut them up and Yuri sat next to Lilia.

After walking inside, the trio followed the two adults to the check in area.

Katrina leaned against Yuri as he took out his phone to look at his messages.

"Yuri! Katrina!" Yakov barked as he turned his head towards the two teens, "Check yourselves in now!"

They looked at him before Yuri spoke up.

"You check in for us," he deadpanned.

"Too tired to deal with that," Katrina mumbled.

They walked off to get away from the impending explosion when they were bombarded by their respective fan clubs who just shown up.

Yuri's Angels were screeching his name in total adoration while Katya's Warriors were crying out her name in deep respect. While they were total opposites, they had one thing in common.

They irritated the Russian Fairy.

"You stupid…" he growled out.

"Yuri Plisetsky!" Lilia scolded from a distance, "We do not use such unattractive words!"

Alek snickered seeing the skater clench his fist to fight back the urge to talk back. But he knew more than anyone that no one talks back to his aunt Lilia and live to tell the tale.

Katrina sighed softly and went to greet her fans.

"I just want to say thank you guys for the get-well cards you have made for my mom, she deeply appreciates them."

"Anything to cheer her up Katya!" A warrior declared.

"We'll be her eyes!"

"We'll livestream your performances just for her!"

Katrina made a soft chuckle and smiled, "Thank you."

Yuri meanwhile was being forced to pose for many selfies by his fangirls. He hated it with a passion and expressed it with a thumbs down. While he was truly thankful for the support the girls had for him, there was still lingering resentment towards them because of their attitude towards his Katrina.

He was going through another round of pictures when a female voice caught his attention.

"Wow, he's a popular one."

"Huh?" Yuri turned his head towards the voice and saw a pale woman with darn medium length hair, blue eyes and she wore a long sleeved gray shirt and black pants. Normally he would pay any attention to such a woman but it was the person she was standing next to that made him aware of her.

JJ said smiled amusingly as he had his arm wrapped around his fiancé, "Yuri's Angels are quite famous for their enthusiasm."

"Oh?" Isabella asked, looking up at him, "JJ's Girls are enthusiastic but we show more restraint. Not to mention we're cuter."

Yuri growled, broke away from girls and yelled, "who the hell do you think you are talking to my fans like that bitch!?"

Isabella pouted, "Sop scary, save me JJ."

The man just smiled and held her close, "don't mind him darling, he's only jealous about my beautiful fiancée."

Yuri made a sound through his cheek and rolled his eyes, "me? Jealous? Why would I when my girlfriend is way cuter than her!?"

"girlfriend?" Isabella was surprised when she heard, "He has a girlfriend?"

"Oh yea, I talked about her before", JJ answered, "He's rarely seen without his sweetheart. Oh, there she is."

Katrina walked to Yuri and tried to calm down, both Angel's and Warriors were in a yelling match with JJ's girls.

"You're making a scene Yura," she said, lightly grabbing his arm.

"I don't care!" Yuri growled."

Isabella took one look at the petite girl next him and smiled, "Oh wow! I remember her! You were right JJ, she is tiny!"

Katrina sputtered, "Tiny?!"

This time it was both sweethearts who were glaring at the Canadians.

Yuri pointed at JJ, "Any guy who wears glasses on his head is a douche!

"You can do better lady!" Katrina barked, it's true that she did appreciate that JJ stopped her from attacking that crazy fangirl but she still did not like him for his teasing remarks.

"Hey now you two take it east\y," JJ said to diffuse the situation, "Were all friends here aren't we?"

He then looked around and saw a familiar face, "Otabek! Going out?"

A young man with short black hair styled in an undercut turned his head after he took off his sunglasses to reveal brown eyes, "Just getting some food."

"Alone?" JJ and Isabella turned their attention away from the teenagers, "Still odd as ever, why not join u for dinner?"

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Otabek said calmly while turning away.

His attention was then turned towards Yuri and Katrina. They looked at him and then either because they didn't know who he was staring at.

Yuri responded by gently pushing Katrina behind, "Hey, who are you staring at asshole?"

The older man just stared at them before walking off.

"Uh…"

"Weird…."

They both stood there until Lilia called for them to go to their room, they had an early day ahead of them and they needed to rest.

Aleksander was mad that he was not going to share a room with his sister.

X

"Otabek Altin, if I remember correctly he won the bronze at the world's last year," Katrina commented while looking over her phone.

She was laying on the bed of the hotel while Yuri snuck in some last-minute stretches.

"how come I haven't heard of him?" He asked as he sat down and reached for his toes.

"That's because you're too focused on yourself," The girl answered teasingly, "That and he competed earlier than us."

Yuri up to where Katrina was and stood up, "Alright, can you help me with the arm again?"

Ever since the Rostelecom cup, Yuri had been practicing how to raise his arms during his jumps and combination. Mila showed how they would look while Katrina gave demonstrations through her jumps. Yuri managed to perfect within a two-week period but he knew that he had to add as much practice as he can before the final.

Katrina smiled and got off the bed, she stood in front of her boyfriend and raised his right arm in the air.

"Alright, make sure its bent like how a ballerina does it," She said softly, "And make sure your free arm is draped over your stomach."

Yuri nodded, "anything else?"

There was a silence between before the girl shook he head slowly, "Just make sure not to falter…"

She softly traced his raised arm until her hand reached Yuri's face, she loved how soft it was.

They looked at each before their lips met in a sweet kiss. Yuri wrapped his arms around Katrina's waist as they fell back on the bed with Katrina on top of him.

'Sorry Yakov… but I promise…' Yuri's hands went under Katrina's sweatshirt, the heat her soft skin made him moan softly, 'I'll keep her pure.'

His hands traveled up her back until he was sure she was not a bra, he took his hands out and rested them on her hips.

They rolled on the bed until Yuri was now on top and they broke their kiss. Soft pants came out of their lips and each had a light oink flush on their cheeks.

And slowly with her permission, Yuri touched Katrina's breast. It was soft touch and he pulled away immediately.

'Someday but not now,' He thought as he kissed her forehead.

'I love this guy,' Katrina thought happily as he gave him a hug.

X

It was now the day before the Final and Katrina was watching the men practicing at the rink. She had already done her practicing and was waiting for Yuri to finish so they could go sightseeing.

'Yuuri is planning on doing an aggressive jump sequence for his short program, I wonder how he's going to manage. But then again, he did raise the difficulty level high with the arm raise.'

She then thought about how her Yura was going to raise the bar jut as high since he is going to do the same thing now.

Katrina then watched as her little brother skated laps around the rink, Aleksander was going to do the opening ceremony again and he was excited. She truly believed the boy missed his calling as a skater but she knew his passion will always be hockey.

JJ interrupted her thoughts when he announced his departure.

Yuri glared at the man and went over his program again.

'One more time but if Uncle Yakov makes him do it again, I'm dragging him off!'

X

Yuri grabbed Katrina's hand as they ran as far as they could from a few of Yuri's Angels fangirls.

After Yuri finished his practice, he dressed in his civilian wear and waited for Katrina to change out of her training outfit. By the time she came out in her pretty blue dress, they were caught by said fangirls.

They ran until they turned a sharp corner with Yuri holding Katrina close in his arms.

"Yurachka! Where are you?" One girl cried, it was Daria. Still crazy loyal as ever.

"I wanted him to come to the fan meeting," One girl whined.

Both were silent as the voices were too close for comfort.

"I have his scent! It leads that way… and I smell Katrina's scent!"

"A piece of his hair! He's nearby!"

Katrina gripped Yuri's shirt and whispered, "You have creepy fans!"

"You think I don't know that?" He whispered back as he dared to look from their hiding spot, "How are we going to escape them?"

As they were thinking about their options the revving of a motorcycle engine approached them. Otabek pulled up next to them on a harly bike, he had a leather jacket over a white sweater and black pants.

"Yuri, Katrina, get on," He said to the surprised couple.

"Huh? Why would you-?" Yuri tried to ask but the excited shrills of the fangirls cut him off.

Otabek paid no mind as he threw a couple of helmets at Yuri and Katrina.

"What will it be, coming or not?"

Yuri threw his helmet on immediately but Katrina was not sure.

"it can only fit two, how can I get on?"

"Like this!"

"Yikes!"

Yuri scooped up his girlfriend bridal style and sat them both behind Otabek as he sped off.

Hastily, Yuri buckled in the helmet on Katrina's head kept her in place by grabbing bits of the Kazakhstani's jacket.

It spread like wildfire that the Hero of Kazakhstan literally rode off with the Fairy of Russia and the Ice Angel of Russia. Got to love the members of Yuri's Angels for their pictures.

However, the brooding hero was not acting on a whim, it was on a connection Yuri didn't know he had with the older teen. It turns out that they trained together at Yakov's summer camp five years earlier, Yuri did not remember that.

"Really?" Yuri asked as the three stood on top of the Doric Temple.

"oh yeah," Otabek answered matter-of-factly.

"I don't remember that."

"You've always had bad memory Yura," Katrina deadpanned.

Yuri looked at Katrina who was standing at his left with an annoyed looked but their attention was now focused on their Kazakhstani savior.

"It was my first year on the junior division," He explained, "But I wasn't at the same level as the Russian junior," Otabek closed his eyes and then opened them, "So I was placed in the novice class which is where I meet you. Yuri Plisetsky, it was your eyes I noticed first, strong and piercing like a soldier."

Yuri was shocked but he didn't show it, his hold on Katrina's hand softly tightened its grip, "Me? Really?"

All his life, Yuri was compared to feminine figures by almost everyone who knew him. Not once was he ever compared to masculine figures. The closest thing to being compared to anything masculine was when Katrina called him a Danseur noble. Just hearing that he was compared to a soldier meant something greater to him.

"I have moved my home rink from Moscow to St. Petersburg," Yuri said softly, "I was desperate to make a name for myself. I swore I would do anything to make that happen."

'Almost anything,' He added mentally, wrapping his arm around Katrina's shoulder and pulled her closer, Yuri was going to make a name for himself as long as he didn't lose his Katya.

Otabek stared out into the sunset and spoke again, "after that camp I moved around to train from Russia to the US and then Canada. I've been back to my home rink in Almaty since last year. Now, more than ever I want to win the championship for Kazakhstan."

Both Yuri and Katrina stared at the man for a while until Yuri spoke.

"Otabek, I don't' get why you are talking about that to me, we are rivals."

Once again, Otabek gave an answer, "Ever since I met you at camp I felt always felt that we were alike," He then looked at him, "That's all there is to it, nothing complicated. The same with Katrina."

Said girl raised an eyebrow because had never meet Otabek before in her life.

"I used to go to the rink before the others and I saw you," He answered as if he read her mind, "You kept going even after you would fall, Katrina Lychkoff like Yuri, you also had the eyes of a soldier."

Katrina blushed when he said that, it was true that she used to go to Yakov's rinks but she was only visiting, she never attended the summer camp.

"so," Otabek's voice broke the silence, "friends?"

The couple looked at each other and silently decided to take the offer of friendship. For Yuri, Otabek was going to be his second friend. For Katrina, Otabek was her third.

After that was said and done the three decided to go shopping, mostly clothes shopping for the banquet or just for outings.

Katrina tired on a dark halter top with a black tattered skirt. The top was loose and with a sudden movement, her stomach was exposed.

"What do you think," he asked the two boys.

Otabek had no comment since he felt he had no business to comment on what his friend's girlfriend was wearing.

Yuri on the other hand, "Buy it!"

"Huh?"

"Buy it!" he repeated and that was when Katrina noticed the blush on her boyfriend's face, "Buy it! If you don't have enough money, I'll buy it for you Katya!"

"umm... I can buy it with my own money…"

Yuri nodded fast and gave Katrina her backpack so she could buy the outfit. He himself also got some clothes and new earring when his black studs during the flight from Russia.

When they left Otabek handed Katrina a small bag from the clothing store, inside was a small handbag with a large bow on the side and a gold chain for the strap.

"Yuri told me that own a purse, here."

Katrina didn't know what to say but she smiled, "thank Otabek."

"…"

After the shopping trip, they decided to go to a nearby restaurant for dinner. They had juice when they talked about random things and told each other stories. Katrina once told Otabek about Yuri's love confession and Yuri retaliated by telling him about how Katrina once threatened to quit skating because of a spider in her training bag.

And somehow, they ended up having dinner with the rest of the male competitors along with Yuuri's ballet teacher and his sister.

Around that time, Yuuri pointed out about he was so nervous to approach Victor during the banquet which caused said man to spit take his drink.

"Seriously?! You don't remember?"

Yuuri dumbfounded confirmed it and swiss skater Christophe Giacometti told him about he got wasted on champagne and started to dance.

"It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!" Yuri barked out as he remembered that event, "You dragged me into a stupid dance off!"

"A dance off!?" Yuuri cried in disbelief, "Please tell me your kidding!"

Chris was smiling as he spoke, "It's true, I danced with a pole and got naked… mostly~"

Yuuri was mortified and then he saw Katrina was cupping her face and she was blushing, "K-Katrina."

She looked at him and then giggled like a school girl, "I'll just say that be thankful Yura was my first kiss!"

"Eh?!"

Victor smiled when the opportunity to tease Yuuri came, "It's true, Katya wanted an autograph but you gave her a kiss instead."

Katrina giggled again as little hearts floated around her.

To many it would explain why Yuri always acted a bit more hostile towards Yuuri Katsuki.

"Don't worry it was only on the cheek," The girl said after she calmed down, "But still!"

During that time, Victor and Chris pulled out their phones to show the events of said banquet. Yuuri tried get them to put it away and that was when the swiss noticed the small gold band on Yuuri's right finger.

"What's with the jewelry?" he asked.

"A good luck charm!" Yuuri declared but Victor showed his own ring.

Phichit Chulanont looked and assumed that they were married which the applause of everyone at the restaurant.

Otabek and Katrina were the only ones of the skaters to clap for them.

"When's the honeymoon?" Katrina asked with a smile.

"Nowhere!"

"Yet," Victor added, "These are merely engagement rings. That is all, we plan to get once Yuuri wins the gold at the final."

A small silence fell upon when they all realized that tomorrow was the one of the moments of truth.

"Gold…" Otabek muttered.

"Medal?" Phichit added.

Christophe gave a small smirk.

And Yuri growled.

Yuuri gulped and held his hands up to defend himself, "Guys?"

The silence was broken when a loud voice echoed loudly.

"You're kidding me right?" JJ bellowed out, Isabella was by his side, "I'll be the one winning gold and getting married! I hate to break it to you guys!"

"That's right," agreed Isabella, "JJ is going to win for sure."

"sorry you two! Guess the wedding is off."

The group did not know what to say but they silently agreed.

"Let's go, we all have an early day tomorrow," Victor said to everyone.

They ignored JJ's insistence that he was only joking.

X

Yuri woke up before Katrina and decided to go for a quick jog before getting ready for the final. Brushing some hair away from her face, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

After getting dressed, he left the hotel room.

He wasn't really going for a jog, he was looking for a certain Russian man who had a habit of looking out into the sunrise before a competition. Yuri looked around once he was outside and saw a figure out in the distance.

Victor stood there admiring his ring and enjoyed the soft morning breeze.

It was interrupted when Yuri stood behind him kicked his back, the man was not fazed by the kick. Nor was he fazed by the next five.

"Victor Nikiforov is dead!" Yuri declared.

With the calm of a saint, Victor turned towards the boy. They have not had a real conversation since the hot springs on ice and there were things that needed to be talked about, he let Yuri speak

"I don't get it, why are you so happy babysitting that pig?!"

Victor was still silent as he approached him with and amused smile, even going as far to lower his head so he could meet Yuri's eye level.

"Did you want to compete against me?" He asked tilted his head.

Yuri rolled his eyes, "still an arrogant bastard. You may not realize it Victor, not every skater looks up to you! Just give it up already you old man!"

And without warning, Victors hand grabbed Yuri's face and brought him his face but the younger boy was not fazed by it.

"Today people will see that ring you got is garbage!" he growled, "I'm going to win this! I'll show you just how incompetent he is!"

Victor said nothing about that but he wondered, "what does my little Katya see in you?"

As a reaction, Yuri slapped Victors hand away, "Let go! And… I don't know what she sees in me but she's with me because she wants to be."

It was silent once again as Victor looked put into the sunrise again, he was thinking about what would happen if he had stayed in Russia. But he knew what have happened if he did stay.

Yuri would not have been so motivated to win and neither would he.

Katrina would never have gone back on the ice, she would never have had that motivation to go back.

Yuri just stood there before leaving with his hand in his pocket.

He stopped briefly to say one last thing, "This place reminds me of Hasetsu, you know?"

Victor smiled softly, "I was thinking the same thing too."

If only Yuuri could see how much of an impact he was to everyone.

Victor knew that this was not going to be the last time the Japanese man was going to do that.

And he truly believed it.

X

"this is amazing!" Aleksander ran in front of the large canvas poster of his sister doing the Ina Bauer, "Mr. Plisetsky please take my picture!"

Demetri smiled and held up Alek's smartphone, "Alright smile!"

After the flash the boy looked at it and nodded, "Perfect!"

It was the day of the Final and Alek was in the care of Dimitri Plisetsky, they were in the lobby of the studio and the young boy was having a ball.

"I can't wait to livestream this for momma!"

"How is she doing anyway?" Dimitri asked.

Aleksander answered with great enthusiasm, "Great! She's actually responding well to the treatment."

X

"Katyusha," Lilia called for her niece as she aired out her costume."

The woman was holding a small box in her hand, "Victor gave this to me and told me to give this to you."

Katrina was confused for a moment and took the box from her aunt.

It was a simple white box with not lettering, she opened it and saw a note.

'to my Katya'

Katrina knew that handwriting, it was her papa's, she took it out and read.

'My little Katya if you are reading this that means you finally got this thing. I had this preordered when I found out that you were qualified for nationals. It was supposed to be ready by the time it was starting but it was late. Sorry about that.

'Anyway, I am so happy for you. You were told that you could never skate but you ignored the ones who brought you down and continued to go until you sprouted your wings. Remember that song you loved? From that movie? Well, here is something I had made just for you.

'I love you my little Ice angel! I am so proud of you. From your loving papa.'

Katrina almost felt tears welling in her eyes and she pulled the paper wrapping of the object. In the wrapping was a simple dark brown box with angel carvings on it, she took it out and found a little wind up key. She winded it up and opened the box, a soft tune played from and she recognized it.

"My short program…"

"This was what your father was getting the day of the accident," Lilia said softly, "Your mother didn't have the heart to give it to you until recently."

Looking up at her aunt, Katrina smiled as happy tears fell from her violet eyes.

"I love it. I just wish he got to see me skate."

The ballerina gave her a tissue, "You know he is always with you Katyusha. He is watching you skate and is very happy."

The girl gratefully took the tissue and wiped her tears.

That morning, she was feeling nervous about the final and now she was motivating mare than ever.

'I will skate papa! And I will win!'

See you later!

time for the final short skate!