Chapter One - Captivated
Yuri Plisetsky wasn't entirely sure how he ended up at the Ladies' Singles Grand Prix Final. The Men's Singles event just ended the night before, with Plisetsky barely slipping past Katsuki to win the gold in his senior debut. However, Yuri wasn't satisfied. His free program wasn't perfect, which bothered him endlessly. He was once again thinking about his fall when a slight shake on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
"Yuri?"
Yuri turned to face his friend, Otabek Altin. However, neither of them said nothing. Instead, the blonde focused on the ice in front of him and realized that Sara Crispino had just finished her free skate and was making her way to the kiss and cry. Not too far, he saw Mila, Georgi, Mickey, and Emil on the stands, causing him to sink farther back into his seat.
"Why did you bring me here Otabek?" He grumbled, not wanting to be noticed by the group.
"You didn't have to come." The dark haired figure skater didn't seem at all bothered or offended by the Russian's statement, intently focusing on the reveal Crispino's score.
And Yuri saw this from the corner of his eye, which only made him curious. Why was he so interested in the Ladies' Final? He saw how Beka leaned forward, his fingers interlaced in front of his lips as he waited for the score reveal. Yuri was too focused on his friend that when the crowd erupted into shouts and cheers, it startled him, causing him to jump slightly.
He glanced around, seeing Crispino all smiles in the kiss and cry and the others cheering and clapping from the stands. When he turned to look at Otabek once more, he had a smile on his face.
Just what was up with him?
"Otabek-" However, before Yuri could even ask, the announcer's loud voice echoed throughout the arena.
"And now, our last skater, representing Kazakhstan, Katerina Altin!"
Yuri's eyes widened incredibly and all of a sudden, he couldn't move, not even an inch. All he could do was watch as he saw Otabek stand up from his seat and begin to clap with a soft smile on his face.
Altin.
K-Katerina A-Altin?
As in Otabek Altin?!
As soon as Otabek sat back down, Yuri's hand immediately made contact with his shoulder.
"Idiot, you have a sister?!" The Russian yelled, earning some glares their way.
"Ugh, yeah?" Otabek just shrugged as he softly rubbed his shoulder that Yuri had just hit.
He glanced over to the blonde, who apparently seemed to be fuming from the expression he wore on his face. Instead of saying anything, the Kazakhstan male just brought a finger to his own lips, ushering Yuri to be quiet as he pointed to the ice.
Yuri rolled his eyes as he followed the direction of Otabek's finger, resting on the female that was on the center of the ice. She was facing the opposite side of the arena, so Yuri couldn't see her entirely. However, when her music started, she elegantly spun around, and Yuri saw her.
She shared some similarities to Otabek, like her dark hair. But whereas Otabek was usually expressionless, her face was soft, and bared so much emotion as she skated. Her black hair was styled in a bun and Yuri could see the gems that adorned her hair as they reflected off the arena's lights from time to time. Her dress flowed in perfect synchrony with her movements and framed her petite frame rather well, the royal purple color making her seem more elegant.
Her movements showed great fluidity, flowing from one to the other as they were meant to be together. Yuri noticed however, she was covering a great amount of distance in the rink in a short amount of time. Would her stamina be able to hold?
However, her first jump combination took not only Yuri off guard, but apparently many in the arena.
For someone so petite, her jumps not only had good distance, the height was incredible.
No one expected to see a quadruple lutz followed by a triple axel from this petite one, especially for her first jump sequence.
It was then that Yuri realized Katerina was just like her brother, a dark horse.
And for some reason, the Russian couldn't simply look away.