A/N: Thank you for all your faves, follows and reviews! And this fic is supposed to last until New Years, that's why I'm dragging it out so much...
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Day 06: Ice Skating
With shaking hands, Shige, Kazunari, Kotarou tied the laces of their skates, a tinge of regret in their hearts. They wanted to visit a public ice skating rink, but the thing is, not all of them could skate. But, they had been watching some ice-skating on the TV and somehow, something possessed them to go to a rink.
"Hey! What are you idiots doing?! Hurry it up!" Shouichi barked at the three boys still sitting on the bench. Their eyes looked up at the rink and saw Shouichi gliding his way towards them like a professional, while Yukio and Tatsuya were…
"Wait, where's Yu-chan and Tatsu-chan?" Kazunari asked, when he looked about and saw no traces of them.
"They're skating." Shouichi deadpanned as he made it to the bench. He then jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in their direction, and what the three boys saw, left them speechless. There Yukio and Tatsuya were, racing speedily across the ice. They twist, they turned, they jumped, they spun ―they looked like pros. They moved like pros.
"Since when could they do that?!" Kotarou screeched in disbelief. "Isn't Yukio as stiff as a piece of board? How is he moving like that?!"
"I don't know about him, but for a fact, Tatsuya could've always skated." Shuuzou said, he was comfortably leaning on the wall, even with his skates on. He hadn't moved an inch from that spot, since, unlike his partner, Shuuzou couldn't skate to save his life.
"Really?" Shige asked. Finally, both he and Kazunari stepped out onto the ice beside Shuuzou and while they couldn't skate with scary precision like Yukio and Tatsuya, they could at least keep their balance. Meanwhile, Tetsuya wasn't going to attempt this, since he was just as bad as Shuuzou. So, being the bastard that he was, he whipped out his phone and started videoing.
"Come on, guys!" The captain urged Shige, Kazunari and Kotarou. The trio moved off slowly, with Shuuzou behind them with shaking legs as he crawled along the wall. "And stop clinging to the wall!" He gave Shuuzou a rather harsh slap on his shoulder, nearly making him fall flat on his face.
"Can't you see that I'm holding on for dear life?!" Shuuzou roared back. "If I let go, I'm going to die!"
"Oh. That's why you were walking like a crab earlier?" A voice came up from behind and asked. Shuuzou turned around to see Yukio, with hands folded.
Shuuzou was not amused. Of all the descriptions in the Japanese language, Yukio chose to liken his walk to a crab. "Yes, Yukio. That's why I was walking like a decapod crustacean of the infraorder Brachyura." He hissed out with an eye roll.
Yukio stared at Shuuzou. And stared some more until the two were locked in an intense stare-off. In the Blue Elite's mind, he tried to comprehend what a deca—whatever that Shuuzou had said, but it should mean "crab", right? That what he had referred his walking to anyway.
"I take it that you don't like being referred to a crab, huh?" Yukio asked, finally breaking the silence.
"No…"
"Then why didn't you just tell me you couldn't skate in the first place? I would have stayed with you."
Shouichi covered his mouth to hide the snicker. "Here comes Mama Yuki."
"Or even me." Tatsuya joined in. "Why didn't you say something?"
Shuuzou turned his face away. "I never wanted to fall. It's embarrassing."
"More embarrassing than walking like a crab?"
"Yes, Yukio. It's far more embarrassing than walking like a decapod crustacean of the infraorder Brachyura." He deadpanned.
"I'm going to stab you to death." The Blue Elite hissed in irritation before grabbing Shuuzou in the collar and pulling him off from the wall.
"No! I don't want to!"
"If you didn't then why did you put on skates?!"
"I thought I could manage!"
Yukio sighed. "Trust me, Shuuzou. I'm not going to let you fall." This time, he wasn't having a scream fest with the power forward; instead, his voice was soft and gentle. "Trust me okay?"
Shuuzou took shaky steps forward, gripping the Blue Elite's hand tightly. And contrary to popular belief, no one looked at the two as they made their way to the centre of the rink. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, which Shuuzou was glad for. That meant, he had nothing to worry about.
Except for when Yukio's cellphone rang and he let go of Shuuzou's hand, the power forward falling onto his face like a jenga tower.
"I'm never coming back here." He grumbled into the ice, the others busting with laughter at his demise.
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