Chapter 1
It was the Barcelona GPF Banquet. Yuuri had managed 4th place. He bounced back from his last place Sochi failure, but still hadn't made the podium. His Russian counterpart not only beat Victor, but snagged Gold on his senior debut. He was surrounded by paparazzi and Otabek stood with him. The Russian Punk had finally made an actual friend. Victor was standing nearby, looking a bit defeated by the fact he had been beat out for gold. Otabek still had his bronze medal around his neck. JJ hadn't attended the banquet, as he had made last place due to his meltdown. Phichit was talking to some paparazzi as well, since he made records of his own that night, despite being in 5th place. Eventually, Phichit came over to Yuuri.
"Yuuri, I'm so proud of you! You made 4th place this year! I'm sure next year, you'll medal." Phichit said, hugging his friend. He had been the only one that had ever been able to get that close to Yuuri.
"Thanks Phichit! You did great too for your first Grand Prix." Yuuri replied, smiling. All of a sudden there was a communal gasp and cameras clicking rapidly.
"Hey asshole! Get off me!" Yuri screamed, pushing at the person who had latched onto him.
"Yuri-Chan! You're amazingggg! Please be my coach!~" JJ purred out drunkenly as he clung to Yuri's slim body.
"Damnit, Leroy! Get off!" Yuri growled, eventually freeing himself from JJ's grip. JJ slumped to his knees and looked about to cry.
"Please Yuri-Chan! I need your help! I'll be nothing without you!" JJ whined. Eventually, he stumbled out of the banquet hall.
"Wow Yuuri, remember when you almost did that to Victor at the Sochi Banquet?" Phichit said, laughing a little.
"Yeah, thanks for stopping me! I'd be mortified if that would have happened." Yuuri said, chuckling a bit as well.
Yuri went through the rest of the banquet thinking about what JJ had asked of him. 'Could I seriously coach that asshole? Why would I even want to?
Especially when I just started my career in the senior division..'
"Otabek, I'm gonna head on up to my room for the night." Yuri said, the next time he saw his friend.
"Alright Yura, goodnight." Otabek said.
"Da, goodnight to you too." Yuri then walked out of the banquet hall. He went to the elevators and waited. Once the elevator got there, he stepped in and hit the button for his floor.
He flopped onto the bed and sighed. He had already changed into his pajamas and gotten ready to go to bed. He plugged his phone in and curled up under the covers. He would think more about this thing with JJ tomorrow, once he had some sleep and a clear mind.
/ So there's chapter one! This is my first attempt at a Yuri! on ICE fic, so please don't be too hard on me! I love reviews and input! The reason I made it an AU where Victor never coaches Yuuri and Victuuri doesn't happen is because I want to solely focus on the development of the ship I have in mind for this fic, versus having to focus on it, AND Victuuri in the background. Because, YES Yuri is still friends with Victor so having Victuuri would have to be written about because of that and I want to focus solely on the ship ahead! Thank you all for being amazing readers and remember, EVERYTHING ON THE ICE IS LOVE 3 :3
Lindel