Chapter Two – Punk vs. Princess

When the music stopped and Katerina did her final pose, it was then that Yuri realized he was holding his breath. He quickly yet discretely inhaled, bringing air back into his lungs.

There was only one thing that was in his mind. One thing that he could say. Wow.

Yuri gazed upon the female as she waved to the crowd, picking up some flowers that were thrown onto the ice as she made her way to the exit. She was all smiles, continually waving to the crowd and blowing kisses.

Her performance was flawless. Even with his trained skater's eye, he couldn't find anything absolutely wrong.

"Do you want to go down or stay here?" Otabek's voice quickly tore the Russian from his distracted state, a bit confused at first. Oh, yeah. The kiss and cry. Of course Otabek would want to go down there. Yuri glanced over to Sara, Mila, and the other skaters, worried that they would discover his presence if he was to go with Otabek. And he knew that would bring along a string of endless questions. However, there was something inside him that didn't care.

He wanted to go down there, to see who this girl was. To see what she was like. Just what type of sister did Otabek have?

With a shrug of his shoulders, acting as if he could care less, Yuri stood up, pulling his black hood on top of his head before digging his hands into the pockets of his warm up jacket. Otabek silently followed the blonde from behind, laughing softly.

Otabek and Yuri were careful to avoid the cameras as they made their way down from the stands to the kiss and cry. Especially Yuri, the Men's Senior Grand Prix Gold Medalist. He was regretting the choice that he decided to wear his warm up jacket, becoming aware that it made it more and more obvious he was a skater. And if the reporters noticed…dear lord. However, it was quite easy because all the cameras were focused on Katerina at the kiss and cry. The sound of shutters going off was continuously heard as cameras constantly took photos and microphones were shoved as close to the female skater as they could go, the reporters wanting to get any comment she might utter. After the short program, Katerina was ahead by nearly two points. Her free skate score would determine whether Sara Crispino would have a spot on the podium.

Katerina sat at the kiss and cry, quickly tapping both of her legs as she tightly held onto a bunny plushie. Her coach offered her a bottle of water, which she took eagerly as she awaited the announcement of her score. Yuri could see from the corner of his eye that Sara was clearly nervous. Just one score would determine if she would receive a medal or not. And it was in the hands of none than the other, Katerina Altin, who held first place after the short program. Sara's fingers were interlaced together and she rested her chin on her conjoined hands. Her friends were encouraging her but Sara seemed to pay them no mind.

However, Otabek knew.

Sara was not going to get a spot on the podium after his sister's performance.

He wasn't just being generous though. He knew his sister that well.

And he was right.

With a free skate score of 220.62, bringing her combined score total to 325.53, not only had she cinched the gold medal, but Katerina had set a world record.

However, it wasn't just one.

But two.

For the current highest free skate score and combined score.

The crowd quickly erupted into loud cheers and Katerina quickly stood up, wiping her tears with the hand that tightly held her bunny plushie in the crook of her elbow while she waved her other arm enthusiastically.

Yuri however, stared at the score board. She just broke two world records? He had never heard of such a thing. Sure, he had beaten Victor's Short Program score and the Pork Cutlet Bowl had beaten Victor's Free Skate Program score, but Victor still held the highest combined score. Not only that, but his previous records were held for a long time. And nonetheless, Victor had created both of those programs. He only heard of these feats from Victor Nikiforov himself, but the man was nearly 27. He had been in the skating world for a long time.

Katerina however, looked really young. Even for the Senior Division.

Yuri glanced over to Otabek, who obviously just smiled as he watched his sister take the ice once more for the medal ceremony. The Russian then turned his attention to the ice as well, watching Katerina's retreating figure.

Just who exactly was she?

"Beks!" Katerina yelled as she caught sight of her older brother, waiting patiently by the entrance/exit to the ice. Not even bothering to put the guards on her skates, she happily stomped her way through the crowd. The awards ceremony took a bit longer than usual, the reporters constantly surrounding the gold medalist for some photos, interviews, comments, whatever they can get from her. "You actually came to see me!" She said with a smile as she wrapped her arms around Otabek's neck, hugging him tightly.

"Didn't I say I would?" He laughed, wrapping his arms softly around her back. Yuri immediately got nervous, feeling as if he didn't belong. As if he was imposing. His eyes drifted elsewhere, trying to divert his attention.

"You my brother" Katerina pulled back, poking her index finger at his chest. "were robbed last night. There is no way that JJ should've placed. Especially with that sorry ass short program performance."

Yuri couldn't help but overhear, causing him to snort. Raising an eyebrow, the Kazakhastan female finally noticed his presence, turning her attention towards the Russian.

"Katya, this is Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky."

"Oh I know who he is." She said, placing her hands on her hips. "Did you two forget you made headlines just a couple days ago?"

"What's it to you?" Yuri snapped. Katya seemed taken aback from his sharp response. But all she did was hold her hands up defensively, giving a small laugh.

"No need to get all defensive. I don't need to get on the wrong side of the Russian Punk." She said with a smirk.

"Don't be fooled Yuri," Otabek said with a soft laugh. "Katya here is actually a big fan of yours."

Katerina's mouth dropped open, forming a small 'O', and causing Yuri's lips to curve into a very obvious, and teasing smirk.

"Oh really?"

"B-Beks!" W-Why would you…" The feisty skater was now a jumbled, nervous mess, refusing to even look at the Russian.

And as a result, Yuri was clearly amused. He watched how she smacked Otabek's arm, mumbling in some sort of another language that he didn't quite recognize. Otabek however, just laughed as he rubbed the area that Katerina hit, responding to her in the same language. Yuri figured it was most likely their native tongue. Katya abruptly turned around, her eyes glaring daggers towards Yuri. Her mouth opened as if to respond, but before she could speak, Yuri spoke once more.

"Autograph or photo?"

Throwing her hands in the air, Katerina began to speak in that foreign language once more. Behind her, Yuri could see that Otabek was clearly enjoying the exchange between the two, his fist to his mouth as he tried to hide his laughter.

It was then that a young man, maybe around Victor's age, approached the female skater from behind. He handed her a pair of guards which she instantly put on her skates. A short conversation ensued between the two before Katerina's attention returned. She turned to Otabek first, giving her older brother a hug. "I have the press conference so I should be making my way." Otabek placed a soft kiss on top of her head, wishing her good luck before she turned to face Yuri.

"This isn't over yet, Russian Punk." Yuri couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Now this was going to be interesting.

Yuri : 1 Katerina: 0

The Barcelona nights were quite cold, which prompted the Altin sibling duo to wear their matching leather/biker jackets. Katerina held onto the crook of Otabek's arm as they walked through the streets. A bystander would take a quick glance and assume they were some bad-ass couple. If they only knew though. Back home however, that's exactly what they were, save for the couple part. They were a bad ass sibling duo. Katerina was a princess while Otabek was a hero in Kazakhastan. Otabek was quite happy the prince title didn't stick with him for too long. He had nothing against the title, except that it made him seem more fragile than he was. Otabek found it his duty to protect his younger sister. But with a title like that, it was difficult. Some even assumed that Katerina was the older one.

But, there was that one trip back home. Katerina had just won the Junior Grand Prix, and the guys would not leave her alone. When Otabek stepped in, the other boys laughed. One even shoved him, which was his own mistake. With a couple kicks and punches, needless to say, no one messed with the Altin siblings, let alone Katerina, ever again.

The siblings were calmly walking through Barcelona when they heard rushed footsteps getting closer and closer towards them.

"Otabek!" Both siblings turned around and Katerina couldn't help but smirk when she realized who it was.

"Oh, look who it is."

Yuri's smile fell as he rolled his eyes, realizing that the female Otabek was with was actually his sister. But at the same time, that really didn't surprise him. Otabek was never really seen with anyone else. And if he was, it was always his sister.

"Where are you going?" Yuri asked, clearly ignoring Katerina.

"A friend of mine is DJing at a nearby club so I thought I'd stop by."

"What? Really? Can I come?" Yuri's eyes practically lit up. This is what he practically needed. To get his mind off things after discussing the Exhibition Skate with Yakov and Lilia. However, Yuri was surprised when Otabek immediately didn't invite him, causing him to slightly feel uneasy.

Otabek's eyes narrowed slightly, eyeing the Russian up and down before he finally spoke. "How old are you Yuri?"

"15." The blonde declared proudly, jabbing a thumb at his own chest. "I'll be 16 next March."

Otabek closed his eyes and shook his head disapprovingly. With a sigh, he responded, "Sorry Yuri, I can't take you."

"What why?" Yuri took a step forward, practically invading the personal space that belonged to the Altin siblings. He then glanced towards Katerina, his eyes showing so much anger as he eyed her just like Otabek did to him moments ago. He knew damn real that she couldn't be that much older than him. "How is she going then?"

"Because Otabek rather have me with him so he can watch me than me being out by myself in a city we barely know." Katerina giggled. She knew Yuri was pissed.

Yuri : 1 Katerina : 1

"You call yourself a friend Otabek? How are you going to leave me on a night like this when I'm all messed up inside? We're through damn it!"

And with that Yuri immediately spun on his heel and stomped away. Otabek's eyes widened briefly as he saw the quickly retreating figure of the blonde. Wait, what just happened? Katerina pulled on her brother's sleeve, causing him to look down towards her. "Beks, we gotta get going." She declared, softness in her voice. As much as she enjoyed seeing Yuri all pissed and mad, she knew those words must've hurt her brother. "He's just mad and going through something. It will be okay." Duh, they didn't call him a punk for no reason.

She gave her brother a smile and he nodded before the duo continued making their way through the Barcelona streets and over to the nightclub.

"I bet Yuri is pissed." Otabek stated as his sister brought him a water bottle from the back room of the club. Katerina just shrugged her shoulders, grabbing her pair of headphones that sat on the mixing table that her brother was currently spinning on and placing them over her ears.

"He'll be okay Beks." She said, watching her brother as he took a long swig of the water. The club was pretty packed for a weekday, but that honestly didn't surprise her. After so many outings with Otabek, she practically knew what was considered normal at a club. The DJ table was elevated over the club's dance floor, giving her a clear view of the floor beneath them. She glanced out towards the crowd, seeing the countless sweating bodies that danced underneath the lights. However, one body caught her attention in particular, despite the fact that it wasn't dancing. Tapping her brother's bicep, Katerina leaned upward, bringing her lips to Otabek's ear so he could hear her through the loud music. "See what I mean?" she said with a laugh. She pointed to the body that leaned against the back wall of the club, causing Otabek to follow her finger.

There dressed in a pair of dark shades and a gleaming purple jacket, was none other than Yuri Plisetsky.

And when he saw that he finally caught the attention of the Altin siblings, his lips turned into a very obvious smirk. Flashing his wardrobe as if he were a model, Yuri made a gun with his thumb and index finger and pulled down his shades slightly, looking at the siblings intently. Katerina laughed, glancing over towards Otabek. "He followed us didn't he?"

"Well, at least he looks like he is in a better mood." Otabek said, looking down towards the mixing table. His fingers were hovering over a couple buttons, and it was as if his sister knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Do it." She said mischievously.

Otabek quickly mixed the current song into something new, the crowd erupting into cheers as they continued to dance. Yuri slightly stiffened on the dance floor and when he looked back towards Otabek, he was doing the gun with his fingers as well, just as Yuri had did moments ago.

"Otabek!" Yuri yelled through the loud music and the crowd, making a run for the table. "I want to skate to this song for my Exhibition!"