In which Yuuri is impregnated
…o…
Victor had revealed his master plan during dinner that night.
Yurio had been indulging in one of Hiroko's pork cutlet bowls as Yuuri watched wistfully when the twenty-seven-year-old barged in the room, excitedly waving around a flyer he was holding with both hands. It took him a good three minutes to actually calm down, sit down, and explain what was happening.
"Ehhhh? What is this?" Yurio asked indignantly, snatching the flyer from the table where Victor had left it, katsudon completely forgotten. Yuuri waited patiently as the teen scanned the paper, before tossing it at Yuuri. "I can't read it. It's in Japanese."
On the paper were several graphics – a picture of Yurio from the previous Junior GPF on the left, and picture of Yuuri from the Senior GPF on the right. An image of a grinning Victor took up the bottom half the of the poster, although words covered everything but his head.
"…Hot Spring on Ice, Yuri versus Yuri. Hasetsu Exhibition," Yuuri read aloud. He frowned, flattening the poster against the table once again. "Victor, what is this?"
"I decided what I want to do with your short programs," Victor explained. Maccachin nuzzled his way onto his lap and he absentmindedly began scratching behind the pooch's ears. "I decided to give you both variants of my own short program – different arrangements and choreography of course – as I was explaining this to myself aloud, the Nishigori triplets came up to me and proposed a beautiful plan – to turn this into a competition!"
"I wouldn't call it beautiful," Yurio muttered, pulling his katsudon back towards him. "What does the winner get?"
Victor shrugged. "Whatever you'd like!"
"If I win, you come back to Russia and be my coach."
Yuuri's heart stopped.
He hadn't even considered the possibility that the teen would make Victor go back to Russia – he had thought all Yurio wanted was for Victor to make him a program. There was a part of him that wanted to take Yurio by the shoulders and shake him so hard that his eyes would fall out while screaming how selfish he was, but there was another part of him that stared blankly at the poster until Victor worriedly called out to him.
"Yuuri?" he asked, placing his hand on Yuuri's. The Japanese skater looked up at him, his face devoid of emotion. "Yuuri, what would you like?"
"I…" he looked down, searching for the words he wanted to say. I want you to stay here. I want to see your wrist. I want you to coach me. I want to win the Grand Prix Final for you. I want you to stay beside me.
"…I want to eat pork cutlet bowls with you, Victor." He looked up, with new determination in his eyes. "I want to keep winning and eating pork cutlet bowls! So I'll skate this program, and I'll skate it with all I've got!"
…o…
Victor demonstrated the programs to them the next day.
First was Love: Agape, a beautiful and innocent program. The Greek agape, Yuuri recalled, was an unconditional love the transcended all circumstances. This was the kind of love he pursued, the kind of love he would embrace.
He assumed that the program was meant for him, and watched intently as Victor skated. However, something seemed…off, the movements, everything, as fitting as they were for the program, Yuuri could not see himself skating them.
Second was Love: Eros, a very different take on the concept of love. Eros, Yuuri remembered, was also a Greek reference – Eros was the god of lust. As Victor skated, Yuuri really couldn't help the blush that climbed to his cheeks. Victor was very well portraying the theme of the story, and by how Yuuko was turned around and covering her face in her hands, she agreed. It's enough for me, a man, to become pregnant, Yuuri thought for a wild moment. He gulped, deciding to take his mind off Victor's skating for a moment to think of the story following the program instead.
A player arrives in town, wooing every woman, except for one – the most beautiful woman, the pride and joy of the town. The player pursues her and wins her love, until he throws her aside and moves on to the next town. It seemed much more fitting to Yurio's personality – although he was still only fifteen – and Yuuri frowned, realizing that he couldn't see himself skate either of the programs.
"Well? What do you think?" Victor asked, skating towards the rink side.
"Your skating was amazing," Yuuko said, turning back around to face them. Victor opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Yurio.
"I want Eros," he said bluntly.
Victor smiled. "I'm your coach right now, and if you win, I'll be so officially, so I'm deciding what program you skate to."
Yuuri's eyes widened as he realized what Victor was implying. Yurio seemed to realize, too, and immediately his jaw dropped.
"Yuuri," Victor said softly, looking at the Japanese skater. "You will skate Eros." He turned his attention back to his former rink mate. "Yurio, you will skate Agape."
Yurio sputtered, shaking his head, attempting to form words that weren't understandable. Yuuri simply stood there, stock still, trying to figure out what the hell Victor was thinking.
"I can't skate that," he finally said softly. Victor immediately looked at him, drawing his eyebrows together. "Victor, I'm sorry, but I can't skate that. I just can't do it. That's…that's something that no one would expect from me."
Victor smiled. "Exactly. I surprised the audience. Now it's your turn."
…o…
I had to throw in that little pregnant comment. I find it to be one of the worst lines in the show but it's so funny.
First of all: I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. No excuse. Just lack of motivation. I've been working on my other story (Release the Gay) way more because I've just had a sudden bout of motivation. I've also been working on this huge…thing…that I can't talk about, but that's also for my PJO series.
Second of all: I'm sorry that this isn't the chapter that I promised it would be (katsoduon-sexuality). I really wanted to update and I figured as long as I got something up, I might get some motivation again from reviews and such.
Thank you for reading! I'll try my best to have the next chapter up as soon as I can.