Hey, I'm back and here is second chapter. This chapter is for minato-arisato-141, who favourite and followed this story. Thank you so much. It made me really happy to know some like it, so new chapter for you.

Warning I'm gonna messed up time line.

Chapter 2

Yuri and Phichit met at airport. There planes didn't leave for an hour or so. They're at bar catching up. Yuri had his uniform, but his hair weren't styled like yesterday. Phichit was in tracksuit like every other skater there. It was nice until the Russians showed up.

"Hello. Mind if we join," Victor asked.

"Not at all," said Phichit.

Victor and Plisetsky sat next to them.

"I'm guessing you want to talk with Yuri," Phichit stated.

"Yes," Victor admided apologetically.

"Don't worry, I don't mind. Actually I wanted to interrogate him properly." Phichit said

"And what do you call our conversation just now," Yuri mocked half-heartedly.

"A friendly talk," Phichit answered. "Well do you have any questions for him, you two?"

"How is it? To fight with curses," asked Plisetsky his teenage side showing.

"It's scary and dangerous, but in years you get use to it. It's just another job. Worse think that can happen is that you die," his tone was somber. "But it pays well," he added cheerfully when he saw their faces.

"What grade are you?" asked Phichit after a minute.

"Grade 1."

"Damn man. Why didn't you tell me you are the Grade 1. Isn't it the highest rank?" exclaim Phichit.

"Yes it is. And I'm not really proud of it," Yuri said.

"Your wired," said Plisetsky.

"Why aren't you proud of your rank?" Victor asked.

"No comment," Yuri said his eyes hard.

Yuri lifted his glass of scotch to drink. Before he could drink a hand appear on top of the glass. Yuri looked up at the owner.

"You are injured, you shouldn't drink," Victor stated.

Yuri could see the concern in his eyes. 'Why is he worrying about me. He doesn't know me.' he thought. Aloud he said, "Don't worry Nikiforov-san. My injury has been treated already and I didn't take any medication. I can do whatever I want as long as I don't tear my stitches." He smiled at Victor and removed Victor's hand from the glass. He took a sip of the scotch and sigh in appreciation.

Nikiforov was still looking at him.

"Is something on my face, Nikiforov-san?" Yuri asked bluntly.

"No, sorry," he turned away.

Phichit had a knowing smile and Plisetsky was annoyed. Yuri was as clueless as ever.

Plisetsky was interested in sorcery so he asked more questions. For a few minutes you could hear only them talking back and forth. More skaters joined them as time passed by. They were interested in the sorcerer as well.

"Since when could see curses?" Plisetsky asked.

Yuri looked thoughtful. "Since I was four maybe five. Scared me to death first time I saw one." he said with humour in his voice.

"How did you develop your curse technic?"

"In a first week of high school my friends poured ice water on me but I couldn't feel the cold. So I started to work with ice and the rest is history."

"Why did they poured water on you?" asked Victor baffled.

"They couldn't wake me up," said Yuri sheepishly.

At this some people laughed. Yuri looked around. 'I knew they were gathering but I didn't see that many. I shouldn't have let my guard down. Well at least there aren't any journalist. The perks of being a sorcerer, media leave you alone.'

His eyes land on Chris or more specifically on Chris's left knee. He had little curse wrap around his leg and it was biting his knee. It wasn't strong enough to be seen, still it cause him pain.

"Giacometti-san," Yuri called out startling everyone.

"Yes," Chris answered confused.

"Doesn't your left knee hurt?"

"Yes, but how do you know?"

Yuri stood up and walked to Chris. "With your permission." He said and on Chris's nod he touched the curse freezing it. It shattered in matter of seconds.

Chris looked at it wide eyed. "What was that?"

"A curse Grade 4. I advised you to go to the doctor with the knee. Who knows how long it was on your leg." Yuri stated matter of factly.

As Chris nodded again Yuri returned to his seat.

A speaker announce that the flight to Tokyo will leave in 20 minutes. Yuri smiled at everyone.

"Well this is my cue to leave." He drink rest of his scotch and turned to his friend and two Russian men. "It was nice talking to you Phichit-san, Plisetsky-san, Nikiforov-san. I hope to see you again." He bowed then left.

"Victor what are you waiting for," exclaim Yakov. "Go get his number."

Victor hurriedly stand up and was in the door when Phichit stopped him.

"That's useless. He destroyed his phone and SIM card yesterday in the fight."

Victor turned around. "What about social media?" he asked hopefully.

"Doesn't spend much time on them and it's nearly impossible to find him there."

"Another way to contact him?"

"Through the Jujutsu transnational organisation but they will contact him only because of a job."

Victor sat down with somber face.

"Damn, you choose a hard boy." Yakov laughed at his trainee's misery.

Yuri was at home. He has his own apartment in Hasetsu, however he still help out his parents and sister in their inn. He also spent lots of time in Minako-sensei's studio and Ice Castle practicing. He also keep up his training in martial arts.

Since he returned to Japan people started to recognise him. Someone filmed his fight with the chameleon like curse. And it gone heavier. His old fans were stoping him on streets asking him to return to skating. Or thanking for protecting them from curses. It made him uncomfortable.

After his wound healed Axel, Lutz and Loop asked him to preform a program they choose. He agreed. That was a mistake.

They choose Victor Nikiforov's FS Program. He had to try it many times but in the end he performed it perfectly.

The triplets filmed his whole performance and posed it online. Yuri didn't know it until Takeshi called him. Of course his luck was always bad so no surprise there. Luckily he was sent to deal with a curse on the country side so he could ventilate his frustration and be out of side for like a week.

Mila going through the news when she had a break. A video popped out of nowhere. She was curious and played the video. As she watched her widened.

"Victor!" she called to her rink mate. "Come here. You have to see this."

Naturally all her rink mates stranded her. She played the video again.

"Hey, isn't that the sorcerer who saved us?" someone asked.

"Yeah. That's him. But why is he performing Viktor's program?" said another.

Victor was just watching the video not saying anything.

Once Yuri returned to his home town once again he was pleased to hear the buzz over the video calm down a little. At the evening he went to visit his family as always he returned from a job. His mom was waiting for him at the door already. They hug and talk a bit. His mom wanted him to tell her everything at dinner. She was about to leave when a brown mass slammed into Yuri the same way Vicchan did.

Yuri took a good look at it.

"A puddle," he exclaimed.

"Ah, yes. This is Makkachin, he belongs to one of our guests," his mom said happily. "Doesn't he look like Vicchan?"

"The guest, is he a foreigner?" Yuri asked stunned. He knew to who this puddle belongs to.

"Yes. I think he's from Russia."

It was conferred. He had that man in his parents house.

"Come on Yuri. You can talk to him at the restaurant." His mom guided him to the dinning area. And really Victor Nikiforov was sitting there.

He looked up from his dinner.

"Yuri. Please sit with me."

Meanwhile in Saint Petersburg, Russia

A one Russian fairy said: "HE DID WHAT?!"