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+[Yuki] . 59s
[A high definition photograph of Yuuri Katsuki, a junior skater from Japan, with his arms up in the air, at the end of his short program at the JGPF.]
[I have always believed that you would spread your wings and fly. Thank you for letting me be on this journey alongside you.]
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+[Yuki] . 1d
[A photo of the sun setting from an airplane window. It's a beautiful array of oranges and reds, a breathtaking site.]
[Beijing, here I come!]
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宮原花 mihana . 1d
+[Yuki] 安全な飛行をしてください、マスター様
[Have a safe flight, master-sama]
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+[Yuki] . 1d
mihana ありがとう
[Thanks!]
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miya-the-giraffe キリンのミヤ . 1d
+[Yuki] ゆうりくんに愛を込めて送って
[Send Yuuri-kun all of our love!]
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南城 あかり あかり . 1d
+[Yuki] ゆうりくんの綺麗な写真を一息ついてお待ちしております！
[I will wait for all the beautiful pictures you take of our Yuuri-kun with bated breath!]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 8h
ゆうりくんはナショナルズでとてもうまくいったので、彼が彼のプログラムをもう一度繰り返すことができることを願っています
[Yuuri-kun did so well at Nationals, I hope he can repeat his program again]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 6h
ああ！ゆうりくんはアイドルと同じ氷の上にいる！彼がニキフォロフ様とすぐに話をするようになることを願っています！
[Aaaah! Yuuri-kun is on the same ice as his idol! I hope he gets to talk with Nikiforov-sama soon!]
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南城 あかり あかり. 7h
+[Yuki] ユウリくんはまだ人種のるつぼになっていないことにショックを受けました-ヴィクトルは彼からわずか数メートルのところにあります
[I'm shocked Yuuri-kun hasn't become a melting pot of mush yet- Viktor is only a few meters away from him]
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+[Yuki] . 7h
あかり 彼はとてもかわいいです。彼はこっそり一瞥し続けますが、どこにも近づくことはありません。ゆうりくん！あなたは彼と話をすることができます！ガンバッテ！
[He's so cute. He keeps sneaking glances, but never gets anywhere close. Yuuri-kun! You can go talk to him! Ganbatte!]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 6h
ニキフォロフ様はとてもハンサムです。こんなにきれいな人を見たことがありません。ꈍ .̮ ꈍ
[Nikiforov-sama is so handsome. I've never seen someone that pretty in person.]
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結愛 YURIFAN02 . 6h
+[Yuki] ゆうりは味がいい (￣TT￣)
[Yuuri has good taste.]
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miya-the-giraffe キリンのミヤ . 6h
+[Yuki] 私たちのゆうりに期待されるように、彼は最高の最高のものだけに値する。彼の偶像でさえ異世界的です。
[As expected of our Yuuri, he deserves only the best of the best. Even his idols are otherworldly.]
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佐藤秀明 S_Hideaki . 6h
+[Yuki] ゆうりの片思いはとても理解できる
[Yuuri's crush is so understandable.]
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村巻 久喜 m-kukki . 6h
+[Yuki] 彼の髪は写真のように完璧ですか？
[Is his hair as perfect as it is in pictures?]
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+[Yuki] . 6h
m-kukki さらに良い。とても長くて厚いです！私の髪がそんなに健康だったらいいのに。
[Even better. It's so long and thick! I wish my hair was that healthy.]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 5h
ジュニアはそれほど愛されていないことは知っていますが、シニアスケーターがリンクを離れたという理由だけでアリーナを離れることはとても失礼です T.T ¯\_(⊙︿⊙)_/¯
[I know Juniors isn't that well-loved, but to leave the arena just because the senior skaters have left the rink is so rude T.T]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 2h
ゆうりくんが練習中！彼のセリフはいつもとても美しいです。
[Yuuri-kun is practicing now! His lines are always so beautiful!]
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スージー suji-k . 2h
+[Yuki]
彼の状態はどのように見えますか？彼はジャンプをしましたか？トリプルアクセルはどうですか？それは実際にはどのように見えますか
[How does his condition look? Has he done any jumps? What about the triple axel? What does it look like in person?]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 2h
suji-k 彼はまだ実際にはジャンプをしていません。T.T 彼はステップシーケンスに集中しているようです。
[He hasn't done any jumps in practice yet T.T It looks like he's just concentrating on his step sequence.]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 1h
アメリカのスケーターは良いジャンプをしています。高さは巨大です。
[The American skater has good jumps - the height is /huge/!]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 30m
練習は終わりました！アメリカのスケーターは良いジャンプをしています。高さは巨大です。
[Practice is over! Yuuri-kun is performing first! So exciting!]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 15m
ゆうりくんが始まります! キャー
[Yuuri-kun's starting kya! ]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 14m
彼はとてもきれいに見えます！以前にコスチュームを見たことがありますが、それでも息を呑むT.T
[He looks so pretty! Even though I've seen the costume before, it still takes my breath away T.T]
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miya-the-giraffe キリンのミヤ . 13m
+[Yuki] 彼が以前の嫌なテクニカラーのネオンの怪物からそれを変えてくれてとてもうれしいです。(⊙ _ )
[ I'm so glad he changed it from that gross techni-coloured neon monstrosity from before.]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 11m
彼は最初のジャンプを上陸させました！トリプルルッツはとても良かったです！
[He landed his first jump! The triple lutz was so good!]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 10m
彼はそれをしました！彼は再びバックカウンターエントリーをしました！
[He did it! He did the back-counter entry again!]
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宮原花 mihana . 10m
+[Yuki] 聴衆はどのように反応しましたか (´ｖ｀)
[How did the audience react?]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 10m
mihana 誰もが息を切らしています。私はとても大声で叫んだ、ハハハハ
[Everyone is gasping. I screamed so loudly hahaha.]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 10m
正直なところ、彼のトリプルアクセルを見るのはとてもシュールです。エントリー、彼の身長を忘れますか？直接見ると、ゆうりくんがどれだけ高くジャンプできるかがよくわかります 0.0
[In all honesty, seeing his triple axel is so surreal. Forget the entry, his height? Seeing it in person really puts it in perspective just how high Yuuri-kun can jump 0.0]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 8m
うわー、このパフォーマンスを見たのは2回目ですが、ライブで見るとグースバンプが発生します。
[Uwa! It's only the second time that I've seen this performance, but seeing it live gives me goosebumps.]
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宮原花 mihana
+[Yuki]
画面上ではなくライブで見ると、どのように違うと感じますか？私はとても嫉妬していますT.T
[How different does it feel seeing it live rather than on a screen? I'm so jealous T.T]
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勇生 +[Yuki]
mihana それは比類のないです。これからは、すべての大会に行きます
(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و
[It's incomparable. From now on, I'm going to go to every competition.]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 7m
彼らは彼にハイスコアを与えなければなりません。これはシニアショートプログラムと同じです。
[They have to give him a high score. This is the same as a senior short program.]
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mihana . 7m
+[Yuki] これは本当にシニアショートプログラムですO.O
彼はすべてのコンポーネントと非常識なトリプルアクセルを持っています。
[This really is a senior short program O.O He has all the components, and an insane triple axel.]
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佐藤秀明 S_Hideaki . 7m
+[Yuki] 彼は本当に先輩で競争するのに必要なすべてを持っています-うーん！彼の元コーチがいなかったら、彼はもっと早く先輩で競争していたかもしれない！
[He really does have all it takes to compete at seniors - ugh! If it wasn't for his ex-coach, he could've been competing in seniors sooner!]
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miya-the-giraffe キリンのミヤ . 6m
+[Yuki] まあ、少なくとも今は彼がうまくやっていることを嬉しく思うはずです。とにかく先輩に行く前に、彼に世界タイトルを取り戻してもらいたい！ !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
[Well, we should be happy that at least now he's doing well, I want him to reclaim his World title before he goes to seniors anyway! !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ ]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 5m
わぁ、スコアが気になります。彼はいつも強調されています。ゆうりくん、ガンバッテ！
[Wah, I'm so anxious about the scores. He's always underscored. Yuuri-kin, ganbatte!]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 4m
!
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 3m
[Gif]
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 3m
84.04?!
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勇生 +[Yuki] . 3m
私はこれを正しく見ていますか？！
[AM I SEEING THIS CORRECTLY?]
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宮原花 mihana . 3m
+[Yuki] 彼は記録を破った？！
[HE BROKE THE RECORD?]
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miya-the-giraffe キリンのミヤ . 3m
+[Yuki] 誰かが私にスコアの内訳を教えてくれます！
[SOMEONE GIVE ME A BREAKDOWN OF THE SCORES, NOW!]
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NHK SPORTS ✓ NHK+Sports . 12m
#GPFBeijingのショートプログラムでユウリ・カツキ選手がジュニア世界記録を更新
[Katsuki Yuuri-senshu breaks the junior world record in the short program at #GPFBeijing]
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佐藤秀明 S_Hideaki . 11m
NHK+Sports ゆうりくん !
[Yuuri-kun !]
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みやちゃん miyamiya . 10m
NHK+Sports 世界記録！おめでとう、ゆうりくん
[A new world record! Congratulations, Yuuri-kun!]
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スージー suji-k . 9m
NHK+Sports ゆうりくんはすごかった
[Yuuri-kun was amazing!]
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村巻 久喜 m-kukki . 7m
NHK+Sports すばらしい [Amazing!]
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結愛 YURIFAN02 . 7m
NHK+Sports 演奏するたびにいつも泣かせてくれます！私の高血圧の責任をとってください、ゆうりくん！
[You always make me cry whenever you perform! Take responsibility for my high blood pressure, Yuuri-kun!]
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⟲ Insider Skating Insider-Skating Retweeted . 1m
Euro Sports ✓ ESports_Figure Skating . 4m
[A thumbnail of Yuuri at the end of his program, his sky-blue costume a stark contrast to the pale white of the ice. It is a link to an article about Yuuri's world-shattering record]
Yuuri Katsuki of Japan breaks the four-year long world record in the short program at this year's Junior Grand Prix Final at Beijing, China, originally set by Russia's Viktor Nikiforov!
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全日本フィギュアスケート ✓ FigureSkating_Japan . 12m
[A screenshot of Yuuri Katsuki in the Kiss&Cry with his coach, Minako Okukawa. Underneath them is a banner showing his technical and component scores, culminating in his combined score of 84.04 - a new world record.]
世界記録を更新し、ショートプログラムをリードしてくれたジュニアフィギュアスケート選手のカツキユウリ選手、おめでとうございます！
[Congratulations to our junior figure skater, Katsuki Yuuri-senshu, who takes the lead after the short program after breaking the world record!]
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Insider Skating Insider-Skating . 10m
Japan's Yuuri Katsuki breaks the junior world record in the short program, taking the lead going into the free program! With a triple axel, triple lutz and triple flip-triple toe loop combination, he secured 84.04 points! That's over 4.83 points more than the last world record of 79.21, which was made over four years ago by Russia's Viktor Nikiforov at the Junior World Championship.
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Insider Skating Insider-Skating . 9m
[A link to the score sheet uploaded on the ISU website]
Here is a breakdown of Katsuki's scores!
TES: 48.79
PCS: 35.25
Total: 84.04
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yuuri's got me in a chokehold mihana
He got 35.25 for his PCS?! Are you kidding me?
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viktor's wifey jessie-bessie
Am I the only person who thinks he should've been awarded a higher component score?
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Golden Boy Viktor v-nikiforov1
jessie-bessie No you're not. I'm a little salty that he broke Vitya's record (especially since it's been untouchable for fucking years ) but to only getting a 35.25? Something seems fishy ?
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Витя N-vitya-babes
There's no way he got only 6.75 in transitions when he did a back-counter entry into a fucking triple axel
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viktor's wife v-nikiforov1
Not this junior skater having better transitions than senior skaters ?
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giacometti's ?ￂﾠ figureskatingpsycho
Embarrassing, me thinks :/
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bin is my baby gloryseekers121
No, because why is his PCS score so low? He's got some of the best interpretations I've seen - name me a senior skater who emotes like he does.
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choke me with viktor nikiforov's hair niki-bitchy
gloryseekers121 He's a former ballet dancer! His coach, the woman with him at the Kiss&Cry, is the most famous ballerina in Japan, Minako Okukawa! She posts some clips of their ballet practices on her instagram!
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Hello, new phone who dis deadinside_129
gloryseekers121 niki-bitchy A ballet dancer? Makes sense why his lines are literally perfection. Also, they only gave him a +2 on that triple axel? Why is it so hard to give a full +3 - is there any other way to make the triple axel harder than a fucking back-counter?! He doesn't rest in between jumps - just goes straight into a step sequence on the same fucking leg he landed on
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vitya owns my ass squidwardsbumchin
Oh my god, I just saw a replay of the 3A, and you're right . Katsuki doesn't even put his free leg down like other skaters do. He just does a bunch of step sequences out of it - what kind of fucking core strength does this guy have?!
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Витя N-vitya-babes
I can't believe Katsuki is using twizzle exits as metaphorical jazz hands ?ￂﾠ
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figure skating is life yeolhaeni
Not Katsuki breaking the world record and still being underscored ? ? ?ￂﾠ
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Chris ?ￂﾠ
You are a piece of shit, Katsuki.
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Yuuri ?
(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
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Yuuri ?
I'm guessing you watched?
Chris ?
I was in the fucking stands screaming. Did you not hear?
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Yuuri ?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Yuuri ?
There was a lot of screaming.
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Chris ?
I WILL FUCKING PINCH YOUR ASS. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT TRIPLE AXEL?!
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Chris ?
AND ALSO - You fucking choreographed the program? You said nothing about that!
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Yuuri ?
I did! I wasn't allowed on the ice for ages so I made a new routine whilst on bedrest (▰˘︹˘▰)
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Chris ?
Whilst on bedrest?!
I'm going to kill you. How dare you do this when you know I can't watch your free program tomorrow ?
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Yuuri ?
Because you'll be competing! SP is at seven right? I'll watch in the stands (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
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Chris ?
Don't think acting cute is going to protect you. I will pinch your ass the next time I see you.
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Yuuri ?
Please don't touch my butt.
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Chris ?
Nope, I think I'm owed it.
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Dec 11,
Imperial Hotel, Beijing, Republic of China
Day 1 of the Grand Prix of Figure Skating Final
Viktor heaves a huge sigh, resting his chin on his hand as he overlooks the Beijing skyline from his seat by the window.
The FKKR had booked the entire floor of the hotel as a precaution from certain… overzealous admirers that Viktor had somehow acquired through his years as the figure skating world's hottest commodity.
In fact, Viktor's pretty sure if he went out into the enclosed balcony, he could peer down and still see hoards of fans camped out in little tents around the entrance like little bees trying to see their monarch.
There had already been run-ins with fans outside the hotel lobby, and the FKKR had essentially told Viktor that if he left without his bodyguards, two people who were made out of muscle, they would drag him back to his hotel room and keep him captive there until the short program.
He knows it's for his own safety, but he's going crazy by himself. Igor and Polina are not the best of company. They had obviously been given some kind of strict orders by both Yakov and the Federation, staying on patrol right outside of Viktor's door like two little guard dogs.
He thought he'd be able to at least leave during the Junior competition - he wouldn't have practice until tomorrow so today was his only free day! Beijing was so pretty during this time, and there was so much to see!
He wanted to go sightseeing! The Palace Museum and The Forbidden City! Tiananmen Square, The Great Wall of China! How could they keep Viktor under lock and key when there was so much to explore?
Alas, the FKKR had deemed Viktor a flight-risk. All fifteen rooms on the floor had been completely booked by the Russian federation, whether it be coaching staff, athletes or federation officials.
Yakov had, under no-circumstances, made it abundantly clear that Viktor was to stay in his room, and to ensure that he would know exactly where Viktor was at all times, he had made sure he was in the room directly next to him.
It wasn't so bad - Viktor had already stayed at the Imperial Hotel over ten times now, enough that the staff knew him by name (and maybe also because he was a somewhat celebrity figure). The maids in particular always seemed to love him, leaving him extra chocolates on his pillowcase when they came by to clean his room.
He thinks it's because he makes conversation whilst they vacuum away, sitting on the bed as they continue their daily routine.
Jia in particular, an elderly aunty who pinches his cheeks whenever she walks in, can always be convinced to take a break and sit in the balcony with him. Her English is pretty scarce, especially since the two of them have such heavy accents, but what they lose out in language, they make up on pure vibes.
Maybe Viktor was feeling a little lonely, locked up in this hugely spacious hotel room all alone, fitted with floor-to-ceiling windows with a spectacular view of the Beijing skyline. It was a gilded cage for the Russian Federation's most prized bird, and it was making Viktor itch to leave.
Or at least he was, until he heard Yakov talking to Polina outside of his room. Yakov, who was the epitome of organised schedules, who should be with Mila.
Something's happened. Something that meant Yakov had to return to the hotel. Maybe he should pop out and ask? There had to be a reason for Yakov to not be at the arena. The knowledge that something is going on and Viktor doesn't know, ( he literally knows everything, this has to be a targeted attack against him) is making Viktor want to crawl out of his own skin.
But what could Viktor even say to his coach? Awkward wouldn't even cut it - it would be downright uncomfortable .
God, he never should've slept with that hockey player. At least before Yakov had let him explore the days when he didn't have competition.
But ever since he missed his flight and all those sponsor meetings? Yeah, Viktor would be lucky if he was allowed to even pee without someone waiting for him outside the door.
Figure skating was a business as much as it was a sport. Viktor had been lucky that his manager, a bubbly man in his late twenties with too much time on his hands, had been able to spin his disappearance into another act of Viktor's whimsical nature, the sign of an artistic soul who needed his time to recuperate. The sponsors had eaten it up - he really did owe Sasha a fucking raise for somehow pulling that off.
Exhaling all of the air in his lungs, Viktor flops back on to his bed dramatically, pouting up at the ceiling. He was just so bored .
As if the universe was answering his boredom, the shrill of his phone echoes across the empty vastness of his room. Scrambling up, Viktor starts to patt around his bedsheets, trying to find his phone amongst the clouds of pillows and comforters that had been dislodged when he had slumped across his bed.
Finally in his grasp, Viktor stares befuddled at the sight. It wasn't a call or even a text - no, Viktor's twitter notifications were going crazy .
Советский спорт ✓ Sovetsky Sport
ГЛАВНЫЕ НОВОСТИ:
четырехлетний рекорд Виктора Никифорова среди юниоров побит.
[BREAKING NEWS: Viktor Nikiforov's four-year old Junior World Record has been broken].
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Живая легенда_Виктор LL_Vitya
Не могу поверить, что рекорд Виктора на самом деле побит
[I can't believe Viktor's record has actually been broken.]
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саша-саша s_armanova
Интересно, как Витя это воспринимает. Витя! v-nikiforov Где ты? Ваш рекорд побит!
[I wonder how Vitya is taking it. Vitya! Where are you?! Your record has been broken!]
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His… record ?
" Bl'yad." Viktor curses, his voice echoing across the empty room.
Swiping further through his feed, Viktor is imminently pissed off at the fact that there has been no uploads of pictures and/or videos, only incredulity at the fact that Viktor's record had been broken at all.
All Viktor can find are screenshots of the breakdown of the kid's points, with technical scores like that, he could be competing at seniors and easily beating most of the competitors (not him though, but he could definitely be giving Georgi a run for his money).
It might be that American figure skater that Yakov had mentioned to Georgi, the one who would move up to seniors next year. There also was the Canadian skater who could land a triple axel if there was a gun to his head. Oh god, what if it was Smirnov?
If one of Amelin's skaters had broken Viktor's record, well, it would make sense why Yakov had returned to the hotel. It would've only been the mere sight of Amelin's smug face before Yakov committed a murder and got himself banned from Beijing.
And then where would Viktor be? Yakov, being the darling coach that he is, would never compromise Viktor's consecutive Grand Prix title by being locked up in an international jail cell. But that means that it probably was Smirnov who broke his record. God, he wants to throw up.
Viktor would rather fucking die than let a moskvich take over his record.
With furious intent, he switches to the international tab, sifting through the English comments when there is a rapt knock at the door.
He wretches the door open to find Yakov waiting patiently, huffing at Viktor for opening the door so late, even though he had leapt for the handle as soon as Yakov's hand had touched the door.
Yakov closes his eyes, before shouldering past Viktor into his room. He throws off his hat and scarf so that they're a crumpled mess on the little table overseeing the door to Viktor's terraced balcony. As if it's his own room, Yakov leans back into the seat, rubbing his eyes with the hell of his palm.
Immediately, Viktor pulls out the bottle of complimentary vodka, ( he fucking loves this hotel staff so much,) and pours a shot in Yakov's waiting hands.
"Don't even think about having one yourself."
Viktor pouts, but places the bottle on the table next to Yakov.
"So…"
Yakov groans at the sound of Viktor's voice. Oh, it's bad. It's really bad. God, fucking moskvich.
Viktor has not seen Yakov like this in a while. Not since he had been only a mere fraction away from beating Amelin's last good skater, Federov, when he was sixteen.
Yakov takes away his hands and looks steadily into Viktor's eyes. "Did you get to see the highlights?"
Viktor shakes his head, crossing his legs underneath him. He toys with the drawstring of his grey hoodie.
Yakov takes him in, before he sighs deeply. "How are you feeling?"
"It's to be expected." Viktor shrugs his shoulders, melting into a serene smile. He feels like an adult forced to smile graciously as someone else's child throws up all over his shoulder. Yakov sees right through him.
"Viktor, you are allowed to be upset."
"Why?" Viktor rolls his eyes, flipping his hair over one side of his shoulder. "It's been four years. I've had so many other records. Anyways, I can't believe he, of all people, broke it. He can't even do a triple axel! There needs to be an investigation into the judging. No way in hell did he get those PCS marks when he does two- footed skating-"
"Viktor." Yakov's face is contemplative. There is nothing of the petty anger that Viktor was expecting.
Viktor feels his stomach plummet, and an immature rash of anger floods through him. It's petty, but Viktor would rather a skater from a different country break his record than one of Amelin's skaters. God, Yakov really has infected him with this rivalry.
"I thought you'd be more angry." Viktor cocks his head to the side. "You're handling it far better than I thought you would."
"I- He's going to be a problem next year."
"Why would he- wait, is Amelin moving him to seniors already ? He can't even land a proper triple axel, he'll burn out-"
"Why the fuck are you talking about Amelin ?" Yakov's face grimaces, as if this is the first time he had thought about the other skating coach. Viktor's jaw drops open, wide .
Yakov looks just as confused, before he groans loudly, rubbing his face so harshly it turns red. "Please tell me you did not think that moronic sixteen year old broke your record."
"Well what else was I supposed to think?" Viktor screeches. "You left the arena. The only people who could make you that angry is Amelin and his dumb skaters."
"I'm so ashamed in you. How could you even think that he was capable of producing a skater to win the event, let alone break you fucking record?"
"Well I'm sorry ." Viktor feels sort of vindicated embarrassment. Good, Smirnov hadn't broken his record.
"Amelin is not going to win." Yakov says this with such conviction, Viktor is almost jealous at the amount of trust Yakov has in this junior skater. He doesn't answer Viktor's question though, but his resigned face is all he needs to see.
"You saw this person skate?"
"I had to." Yakov pulls at his thinning hair. "I needed to know if he was worth it."
Viktor pulls out his phone, ignoring the fact that he's breaking at least ten of Lilia's rules about using your phone in the middle of a conversation, but Yakov only rolls his eyes.
Clicking on the trending page, Viktor scrolls past his own name, and instead sees the other name that is trending alongside him.
Katsuki . Where had he heard this name before?
"He's Japanese."
Viktor's eyes lift up to meet Yakov's. A Japanese skater? Has there been a Japanese skater in recent years that's been good enough to destroy Viktor's short program record? Surely he must've been if he's on Yakov's radar-
A Japanese Skater. Katsuki. Yuri .
Fucking Plisetsky. Viktor's breath catches, and then he's exploding into laughter, so loud it vibrates across the walls into his ears like thunder.
It's like all of the spiteful energy from before lifts from his shoulders - Viktor doesn't even feel sad that he's lost his iconic world record, all that he's thinking of is little Yurochka fuming at the television, watching his idol break the coved world record and not being there to see it .
"This isn't funny, Viktor!" Yakov screams.
"He's going to murder you."
"Forget about Yura! I'm being serious now." Viktor falls into small hiccups of snorts, covering his mouth when Yakov's eyes turn icy.
"So is that what you meant by 'if he's worth it'? You sound like the Japanese guy is asking for Yuri's hand in marriage."
"Shut up, Vitya." Yakov's eyes are tired. "He was underscored."
It's like a switch had been turned on, like warmth had been zapped out from the room. For once, Viktor could truly sense that December had hit him like a freight-truck. "But he broke the world record."
"And he was still underscored." Yakov scratches underneath his chin, a nervous tick that Viktor knows means he's feeling antsy. "He should've been higher in the components, especially with those transitions. But his interpretive ability, they- Viktor, he is going to be a problem ."
"How old is he?"
"Eighteen."
He'll be competing next year. Viktor steels his eyes, and all humour leaves him. All that is left is the calculative mind that Yakov had moulded him since infancy.
"How much of a problem is he going to be?"
Yakov sighs, fiddling with his hat. "He choreographed his own piece. He hides the difficulty of his elements by filling up his loading time with step sequences, which completely endears him to both the judges and the audience because it's like he's performing, not competing. He pushes all of his hard jumping elements into the later half of his program, which means that he has a huge base value, but then he also gets some of the highest grades of executions I've seen from a skater this season, which is even more of a shock."
"He does biellmann spins and donuts like they're as easy as breathing - his flexibility is almost as incredible as his physical ability. His step sequences are even better than his jumps, and for reference, his triple axel was done off of a fucking back-counter entry."
Viktor's hand twitches. A back-counter? He's never even thought to do an entry like that into any jump, let alone a fucking triple axel?
"If he was competing in seniors, he wouldn't be competing with Gosha or Giacometti or any other skater. If he gets a quad, he'd be competing with you ."
Viktor swallows, but his mouth is dry, shrivelled and wilted. There is sweat pooling in the palm of his hands - he's clammy , he realises with a laugh of disbelief. How long has it been since Viktor had felt himself become clammy? The hairs on his arms start to rise up and his heart begins to pound in his chest.
Katsuki.
Finally , he thinks to himself, his mouth hurting from trying to stop the stretch of his smile. Someone I can compete with.
He turns towards Yakov, eyes burning. "I want to see him."
Day 2
14th December,
Capital Gymnasium, Beijing China
"Hey, there he is."
"How the fuck did Katsuki get like this? You said my only rival was the Russian one."
"Shut up, he's walking by now."
There is a hum of chatter as Yuuri walks into the backstage warm-up area. With floor-length mirrors across an entire section of walls and chairs set up in camps, Yuuri takes one look at his one-person party and feels utterly unprepared.
"Yuuri, let's warm up."
After being relegated to holding all of Yuuri's belongings during the entire short program, Minako had taken it upon herself to bring along a small carry-on duffle filled with all of Yuuri's essentials, including snacks, spare laces, his second pair of skates and his skating guards.
Yuuri was already wearing his costume, making sure to throw on his national jacket to make sure his body stayed warm. That didn't stop Minako from forcing him to sit on a rolled out yoga mat and begin his stretches.
The two knew it would be best not to talk, not with the room had been zapped of all it's general conversation the moment Yuuri had walked in.
Instead of focusing on the sudden swoop of anxious energy that settles at the bottom of his stomach whenever someone tries to make contact with him, Yuuri closes his eyes and stuffs his ears with his headphones and the sounds of Lohengrin.
He spread out across the yoga mat, concentrating on the warm burn that spreads across his legs as he stretches his hamstrings.
"Make sure you do your back." Minako nudges him, and Yuuri follows his teacher's reminder, turning into a prolonged backwards arc.
From his position, he can see the stern gaze in Minako's eyes, and raises his head in question.
"Just keeping an eye on the scoreboard." She motions to behind Yuuri, where there is a mounted television on the wall, showcasing the other competitors.
It seemed that the American, Parsons, had fallen on a triple axel attempt. The fall looked particularly bad - he must've lent too forward on the takeoff for the axis to be so badly angled.
He hums at the sight, the skater getting up, face flushed red but nonetheless continuing his program without stopping. For that, Yuuri applauds him.
"How many skaters till I have to go on?"
"After the American, two more." Minako pulls out her phone. Yuuri glances around the warm-up room at the other two skaters - Yuuri recognises them both, but for different reasons.
The first one he recognised purely because he was second after the short yesterday. A Russian skater, if the blinding red jacket was anything to take from it. Smirnov, Yuuri suddenly realises why he didn't recognise his face.
A moskvich. Yuuri can't stop the spread of a smirk splitting across his lips until his cheeks hurt. Ignoring Minako's surprised face, he buries his head towards the ground, trying to stop the bubble of laughter from escaping his mouth.
He had not known about the animosity between the Moscow and Saint Petersburg camps, not until he had moved to Saint Petersburg himself. The animosity between the two was palpable, although with Sports Champion's chokehold on every single discipline within the figure skating sport, it was clear to see who was the victor between the two.
When Mila had explained it to him, Yuuri couldn't help but think it was like one of those American high school films. Apparently, the Imperskiy Sports Palace of Moscow had been the skating rink in Russia for decades. And then Yakov had taken over Sports Champions Club in 1979 and the rest was history.
Yuuri takes a deep breath to stop the laughter from bubbling out - Viktor's coach would be seething if he saw how well Smirnov was doing.
He was an alright skater, but in the highly competitive field of figure skating within Russia? He might as well be a nobody.
Without the backing and fame of Yakov Feltsman and the Sports Champions Club, (who themselves had produced at least six world champions across all disciplines within the past decade), the Moscow rink was nothing compared to the brilliance of Yakov's coaching.
Well, even if Viktor's coach doesn't know him, Yuuri will do him a favour.
Even if Yakov doesn't even know who the hell Yuuri is, he would still do this for his old friend (because they had come to some kind of familial acceptance - after all, he did walk Viktor down the aisle, even if it was begrudgingly).
Yuuri lifts up from his spot, just in time to see the American skater finish his lackluster performance and for Smirnov to leave for the rink. Now, there was only one more skater left.
Michele Crispino.
Yuuri will be honest, he wasn't (and doesn't really want to be) close with Michele. He was a good skater, at the moment he was still stuck chasing after his sister's shadow, but Yuuri knew that after a few years of competing in seniors, Michele would blossom into his own. If he didn't stop being so over-protective over Sara.
Yuuri shudders at the thought - poor Sara had done everything in her power to evade Michele, to the point that she had used Yuuri as a buffer. He hopes that in this timeline, he can evade Michele's lecture about staying away from his twin sister.
Well, it also wouldn't be a bad thing for Yuuri to actually talk to him. If he's being honest, he sort of misses Sara. Even if the whole world only sees Michele as Sara's guard dog, Yuuri knows that it's actually Sara who you don't want on your bad side.
No matter how much she hates how overprotective her brother is, if you said anything bad about him? You'd find yourself waking up to dog shit smeared over your pillowcase.
Yuuri should know - she somehow conned him into helping her slash someone's tires once.
So Yuuri sighs heavily, crosses his legs underneath him so that his back straightens and he can look around the room. It's far more empty now, with the Russian camp leaving to perform, with only Yuuri and Michele's own groups left behind.
There would be no time to speak, and if he's being honest, most skaters have their own pre-performance routine. To interrupt him would be tantamount to sabotage.
Michele must be leaving soon, he realises. There is a small backstage area behind the rink curtains for skaters that will be about to perform.
Yuuri takes off his glasses, folds the tips so that they cross alongside each other like legs. He winces at the sudden shift of his sight, filled with blurry shapes. Minako is a figure of blobbed colours, but she's close enough for him to recognise, so he hands his glasses to her for safe-keeping.
A competition official walks into the warm-up room, shouldered in a white sports jacket that clearly says 'Staff' on the back. There is a microphone and headset attached to his head, and he talks into a walkie-talkie quietly, the backfeed sounding like a monstrous screech. The man simply responds back, and Yuuri wonders how he was able to even understand him.
Yuuri watches as there is stir from the other camp although Yuuri cannot see them properly. He turns towards them as they leave, bows as politely as he could but then remembers that they're not Asian. Instead, he sends what he hopes is a soft, non-threatening smile.
There is a sharp inhale, and then Michele starts to turn red. He grabs his things and storms out. His team seem to gape, but they do not do anything to stop Michele, instead running after him. Yuuri stares as the door slams shut behind them.
"D-did I do something wrong?"
Minako's blurry figure just shakes her head. "Let's focus on your own routine." Her voice sounds muffled, like she's trying to bury herself further into her shirt. It sounds suspiciously like laughter.
Yuuri chooses to not think about it, and instead stands up and starts to jog around the room.
"What's the ranking so far?"
"Carpenter's in the lead, although it'll probably change after Crispino performs."
"So Smirnov didn't do well?"
"He fell on two jumps, and his spins were downgraded."
The man from earlier returns to the room, and nods towards Minako. Yuuri stops his running to stand in front of his teacher. She rises from her seat, resting her hands on his shoulders. They both take a deep breath together.
"You ready to face the music, kid?"
Yuuri closes his eyes. When he opens them, his eyes are like obsidians, like the volcanic glass that surrounds the rocks underneath Hasetsu's springs. They're dark, threatening, focused . He nods once.
The walk to the backstage of the rink is silent, with the official walking a few steps in front of him. Yuuri lifts his arms up in a windmill stretch, far behind Minako to make sure he doesn't accidentally hit his coach. His arms are loose, and he closes his eyes.
The nerves will never leave him. Yuuri knows it intimately, can feel them spread through his body and settle within each of his joints and bones. But they do not freeze him in his tracks. No, instead they are achingly familiar. Yuuri is excited.
He has been in this position many times before, the leader of the pack with hungry dogs yapping at his heels. He can't look behind him, for fear of falling to the ground. Yuuri had given himself a huge cushion, even if he did make mistakes, Yuuri was still ahead by almost twenty points.
Yuuri knows that he is his own worst enemy, that he overthinks to the point that his brain overheats. But this insight, this knowledge of who he truly is inside of this young body, welcomes the nervous energy into his body.
He will take his future self as inspiration, a mountained god up atop his laurels of medals, and think that this way, he will somehow come closer than ever to getting Viktor's attention once again.
He may not be the unbeknownst heartbreaker who was once able to capture Viktor's heart in a single night in this timeline, but in this world, he will be the consort to Viktor's reign.
He will drag his body through the ranks, will distort and warp his bones until they are unrecognisable, filled with the burn and pain of every aching stretch along the ice. If Viktor had sold his soul to the devil for the ice, Yuuri would give his wings to reach him.
Viktor will not have to be on the top alone . All he had to do was wait for him to come up.
Yuuri can feel the energy of the crowd, the instant hush as he pushes past the curtains from the backstage and walks alongside Minako along the rink.
The stands are filled with people clamouring to catch a glimpse of Yuuri, whose face has hardened in focus. There is a camera following him as he walks towards the rink barrier. Across from him, he can see Michele exit the rink and walk towards the Kiss&Cry.
The official nods towards him, opening the gate and Yuuri holds himself up by the barrier, slipping off his skate guards and handing them over to Minako without a word. He pulls off his Team Japan jacket, as dark as his eyes, and hands this over also. He feels horribly exposed, swathed in pink tulle that flows around his body delicately.
He glides out onto the rink, turning immediately back towards his coach even as the staff member closes the rink, isolating Yuuri from his teacher. This was as far as Minako could take him.
The is a smattering of applause, with the announcer's voice calling out Michele's free program score - a healthy 132.9, enough to take him into the lead. It's obvious that his team is shocked - Italy had not had a good men's skater in years. If Michele wins, it would be their first Junior title in decades. It would be the same case for Japan, if Yuuri wins instead.
He takes a deep breath and sends a smile to Minako in what he hopes is assurance. She scoffs at him, instead holding her hands out for Yuuri to clasp.
He grips them tightly in his palm, feeling the warmth of her hand spread up his arms and settle against his chest.
They both take a deep breath, and Yuuri closes his eyes, jumps up with their hands clasped together once, and then another time for good measure.
The silence around the arena is palpable. He knows why there is a hush as he skates around the ice for his preliminary one-minute warm up. The stands are filled, a far cry from the empty seats of yesterday. They weren't here for him, even if the cheers they gave him were the loudest.
No - it was Viktor who they were here for.
There would always be records to beat, even ones that seem unbeatable for over four years. But to beat a Nikiforov record, that was different. That meant you were different.
Viktor was untouchable during his entire athletic career - his junior records just added to the myth. And Yuuri had strolled up and completely decimated it.
At the end of the day, it wasn't the fact that Yuuri broke the world record that was mystifying but the fact that Yuuri had broken Viktor's record.
"On the ice, representing Japan, Yuuri Katsuki! " The tannoy announces, and there is a thunderous applause from the arena. Yuuri holds his arms up greeting, making his way towards the middle of the rink.
"In first place after the short program, Japan's Yuuri Katsuki. His music is Richard Wagner's Lohengrin, the Prelude."
The strings of the harp echo through the rink and Yuuri opens his eyes to the castle in Hasetsu, amongst the golden sunset of pink and blue. It's the beginning of a fairytale, a romance that exposes his soul.
Yuuri closes his eyes, hands clasped together as he extends his body into a tight arc of emotion. He pulls every lesson that Minako had taught him, brings forward his position as a danser to reach towards the audience, making every turn of his body combine with the lift of music. It fills the silence, and he holds the audience's attention, drawing them deeper into the story of Lohengrin.
The first jump, Yuuri thinks to himself clinically, a triple loop. Minako jumps from her place at the stands, hands clasped together as he lands it cleanly. Better than I thought .
"The first jump is a success! In this free skate, Katsuki Yuuri is planning to do most of his combination jumps at the end of his program."
He turns into a few connecting steps, three twizzle spins on a single foot with his arms reaching above his head as he builds up speed. He spreads his knees out, reaching back with right foot to dig into the ice as his body leaps in the air behind him. He lands with a steady, elongated exit, with his free leg gliding smoothly.
"A triple flip out of connecting steps! You can never tell that a jump is coming with this skater."
The landing was good on that one. Now, for the spins.
Yuuri tucks himself into a ball, spinning on one foot as he crouches into a sit sin, his thighs burning. His arms are extended around him, curling around so that the fabric of his sleeves bilow out like wings.
He changes his entry foot into a new spin, building up speed as the music starts to swell. As the drama of the music rises with each pulse of the trumpets and flutes, he pulls one of his legs behind his back in an arc of a teardrop, with his free arm extended up towards the sky, every extension of his finger attuned with the rest of his body.
"Combination spin, from a layback into a teardrop. The flexibility required for that is tremendous."
He pushes himself forward, a hand reaching towards one side of the rink as he sees the faces of the people listening to him. He calls out to them, eyes dripping in melancholic want .
Yuuri watches as their bodies lift in a gasp, hands curling to cover their mouths when they watch him. He turns away fast, legs unrolling into a spread eagle, arms curving as he picks up speed.
There is a clamour, and then screaming, the painful sound of hands slamming against their psalm as he throws himself into his signature triple axel entry. They do not know how to react, how to even believe what their eyes are telling them.
It should be difficult, but Yuuri threads everything into a simple, graceful beauty - it does not look hard . It looks effortless.
His arms wind around his body, coiling in a spiral of movement as he enters his step sequence.
He mimics the aches of the character's sorrow and happiness, of a bard telling his story of knights and castles and a time of chivalric romance. Yuuri had never held any affection for Lohengrin. Not until now, when he finds himself in the shoes of the titular character.
Like the godly knight of Arthurian fame, Yuuri is cursed to keep a secret to himself, to suffer alone even as he reaches out towards the one he loves. Somehow, Yuuri hopes that Viktor will recognise this performance, to watch him as he calls out for him, a love that he cannot say out loud.
"Step sequence. We are now into the second half, all jumps after this point will have a ten percent bonus."
This is it , Yuuri thinks as the music swells. It's going to get difficult. Yuuri begins to smile. The music settles, and then he explodes .
"Triple salchow, euler, triple flip! How incredible! In the second half of his program, Katsuki lands a three-jump combination as flawlessly as if this was the beginning of his program. There is no sign of fatigue, such incredible landings on each jump."
The triple axel combination is next , he thinks, taking a deep breath as he begins to follow the music's lead and triumphantly lands his jump.
The crowd gears up, with every stroke of his skates, he feels their energy build. They are here with him, living every moment. He lands his triple lutz without even realising it.
"The last jump, a triple flip combination."
Viktor . Yuuri calls out. I am here .