A/N: Here is the 6th and final chapter, I hope you like it. If there are any mistakes (grammar/spelling), let me know. Please read and review.
If you liked this story, I have another Victuuri story called 'Together again' (it is a one-shot, though). So check it out.
Thanks to Angel From Above Is Here for proofreading.
The season was over. His final season was over. He felt relieved in a way, though he also felt a little sad to say goodbye to the competitive skating life. However, he had made his decision and he stood by it.
Yuri could easily say that his last season was one of the best he had had and he was happy he could retire on such a high note.
In his first event leading towards the Grand Prix Final he took second place. Yurio came in first, however the difference in their score was only a small 0.08. Minami had become third and was happy to share a place on the stage together with Yuri.
In his second event Yuri had won gold, almost improving his own personal record. Georgi came in second and Emil took third place.
The Grand Prix Final itself was quite exciting. All skaters put forth their best game and the performances were outstanding. To his own surprise, Yuri had won. He defeated Yurio with a difference of only 0.04 and went home with a golden medal.
After the Grand Prix Final he competed in the Four Continents. There he became third. It was Minami who had won that competition. Guang Hong had become second.
And finally, there were the World Championships. All skaters there were amazing. He even knew quite a few of them. He had given it his all and was very happy when he was awarded second place. Yurio, the genius everyone knew he was, had once again won gold. He was on his way to becoming the second Victor Nikiforov with all the titles he won and the scores he got. Georgi had become third, defeating Chris by a mere 0.02 points.
When the World Championships were over Yuri announced that he would retire. Many people, especially Morooka and Minami, were surprised to hear this. Not to mention they were sad. Yuri was a skater you could just watch all day and you wouldn't get tired of it. He was a skater who told beautiful stories while he skated. He was one of those skaters you were drawn to and couldn't help but like. To see such a skater go was a huge loss for many.
Now, a couple of years after his retirement, Victor and Yuri were sitting in the stands rooting for the now 25-year-old Yurio.
In the last couple of years Yurio had become quite the legend. He had even surpassed the Victor Nikiforov. He won title after title, set record after record. His fans were as loyal as ever and since he had lost a little of his punk-attitude, he wasn't as quick to yell or call out obscenities to them. He could still make his usual comments and snide remarks, but he had become better in controlling them.
While they were watching him skate they both had large smiles on their faces.
Victor turned to look at his husband.
"Do you regret it? Retiring so early now that you see him?" Victor asked his husband. "You could have been standing there right now if you had stayed a competitive skater."
There was a small pause before Yuri turned towards his husband and answered.
"No, I don't regret it. I've had my chance, now it's his turn."
After saying this they turned back around to see that Yurio was about to finish his free program. Finishing his free program, he left the ice to go to the kiss and cry with Yakov, all the while receiving a standing ovation from the audience.
That night when Yuri and Victor were preparing to go to bed, they talked about the competition today: the programs, the results, etc. it always went like this. Though, they both had been retired for a few years already, they just couldn't keep away from the ice.
And though they didn't know it from each other, that night, while lying in bed, they both thought about returning to the ice rink. Not as skaters but as coaches.