Yuuri and Viktor: the Banquet

by ArtemisNakajima

Katsuki Yuuri doesn't want to go to the Banquet; the celebration after the Grand Prix final, especially after he embarrasses himself in front of all the other skaters. After Celestino gets him drunk and convinces him to go, he finally concedes, but starts a dance competition. Viktor and Yuuri both tell their sides of the story, and Viktor discovers his love for Yuuri in the end.

2. Chapter 2

Yuuri:

I saw Viktor across the room at the airport, and even though I wanted him to turn around and see me, I also kind of didn't. I mean, if he turned and saw me, I don't know how I'd react. I just spoke to newscaster Moroka, trying to tear my eyes from Viktor as he walked past, but it was incredibly difficult.

"Yuuri…" Said Viktor, causing me to turn away from a yelling Moroka to him. He wore a bright red and white sports jacket, and his shining silver hair hung in front of his face. When I realized that he was actually talking to Yuri Plisetsky, I turned back, disheartened, but not for long. It was difficult to keep my eyes off Viktor, my idol, for more than a few minutes at a time. Especially in person, when (if I really wanted to) I could talk to him.

I'm not entirely sure what I did that caught his attention, but he turned around to face me, smiling brightly.

"A commemorative photo? Sure!" He said to me, crushing my dreams. Because now I knew that he didn't see me as a fellow competitor, he saw me as the fan I never wanted to be. The fan that was just there for the publicity. I turned away and began to walk out the door, my heart broken. I could feel his eyes boring into my back as I walked, and did the worst thing I probably could have.

I looked back.

Viktor's eyes were wet, and he looked embarrassed as hell, but that wasn't what surprised me. It was how sad and desolate his eyes looked as he stared directly into mine. And I for the life of me couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen that look somewhere before.

Then I remembered something, something from after the Banquet. I couldn't remember anything from the Banquet, like it had been wiped from my memory. I guess it wouldn't be called remembering, because it was more of a feeling. As I stared into his eyes, I remembered the feeling I had had when I awoke the morning after the Banquet. The feeling deep in my bones that something had changed.

I turned towards the door, lifting my fingers to my lips and wondering what exactly I was missing. Why, exactly, I had felt a phantom kiss on my lips and my arms around someone's shoulders when I woke up. Why Viktor was so sad to see me go. It just didn't make any sense to me.

I turned back around and continued my journey out the exit, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something not only vitally important, but something that I know that I never wanted to forget.