I forgot to say this at the start, but in the planning stage, I dedicated this fic to my friend Juju-Chan. Luv ya loads, darling!
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Midnight. The stadium was completely dark, save for one light. One single floodlight illuminated half of the ice, showing the silver-haired skater going through one of the most complex routines he knew. Anything to take his mind off the harsh realities…he had lost his best friend, if he ever saw him again he'd have to reject him, and he was being used by the most malicious mind anyone could think of for nothing but fame and fortune. So, he danced. Alone in the deserted stadium, the beautiful boy skated until he could think of nothing else.
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Outside in the dark, the flame haired skater grinned at the flaws in the stadiums architecture. There was a gap in the stands here- anyone with such cat-like grace could easily get to the rink. Once there, he froze. Under the light of the only lit bulb, was his archrival, the world-famous 'Prince'. Hanging back in the shadows, invisible, Kyo watched as his nemesis glided like a swan across the ice. There was no denying it. The boy was beautiful. Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, Kyo reached over and flipped a switch. As the rink was flooded in light, Yuki jumped, spinning to face the intruder. The redhead slid forward across the ice, circling his main opponent. The prince froze, unable to keep his eyes off the stranger. "Wh-who are you?"
Kyo smiled. "Your opponent for the finals. The one who's been matching you're scores all week? Well, in the finals, I will beat you. I will be the world's number one!" Yuki winced at the slightly mad look in the other boy's eyes.
"I don't want to be such fierce competition for you, truly I don't! I-I-…" how could he tell this boy what he needed too without telling him everything? He didn't notice the boy frown at the sudden shock in his eyes and come up behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders, gently steering him to the side where he could sit down. Yuki sat on a bench, still trying to figure out what to say. Kyo got bored of this very fast. "Look, rat-boy! I know what you're tryin' to say, so you don't need to freak out like this!" Yuki met Kyo's eyes. The cat quickly masked his concern behind a mask of indifference and distain. Yuki noticed this, but made no comment. He was more concerned about how this complete stranger knew he was the rat! His eyebrows knit together, and Kyo smirked at him, guessing what caused his confusion. "Don't worry about that. If I were you, I'd be worrying about how badly I'd be beaten next week." Kyo laughed once, a sharp sound that echoed in the domed structure of the ice stadium. Yuki just looked at him tiredly, then looked away, hiding his face behind his hair. Kyo sat down and neither spoke for several long minutes. Not until Kyo noticed a droplet of water on the bench. Yuki was crying? The prince, with all his self-assurance and money and fans- was crying? It had taken Kyo this long to realize: Yuki was not like that. His entire persona wasn't his- it was Akito's. Akito had put out that image- it wasn't what Yuki was really like. Kyo covered Yuki's hand with his own, trying to reassure the other boy. Yuki looked at him in surprise. Kyo smiled and wiped away the tears that fell from silver eyes. Yuki's shock only grew. Leaning forward, slowly, hesitantly, Kyo planted a kiss on Yuki's lips. He almost felt Yuki realize what Kyo was feeling.
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Throwing all caution to the wind, Yuki wrapped his free arm around Kyo's waist, interlacing his fingers with the hand that covered his other hand. Kyo buried his other hand in Yuki's soft silver hair, deepening the kiss. They remained in each others arms for hours, until- "Yuki!" Akito screeched from across the rink, his face contorted by rage and white with fury. Yuki leapt from Kyo's embrace, making to skate as fast as he could back to his master. Kyo caught his wrist before he could leave, pleading in his eyes. Yuki couldn't resist. He flung his arms back around Kyo's neck, kissing him desperately. He pulled away, only risking one glance back before skating across to the spot where Akito was still shrieking his head off. As he reached the other side, he was roughly wrenched forward, and his world went black with a loud smack!
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Kyo stared in horror as the dark-haired man- who he knew to be the head of his family- smacked Yuki about the head with a sickening crack sound. Yuki crumpled to the ground. Kyo tensed as the man just strode away, blood-stained ice-skate in hand, leaving a tall man- Hatori!- to lift Yuki into his arms and carry him into a room where Kyo couldn't see. Kyo only hoped Hatori could help. Tears overflowed from his eyes as he saw a freely bleeding gash across Yuki's forehead. He prayed that the beautiful skater would be okay.
You might think this chapter happened a bit fast. Well, yeah, it did. It happened that quick because all that had to happen with Kyo was a few things needed to fall into place, like how he really felt, and those kinda clicked when he net Yuki at last. Yuki was more than willing because of his life and how bad everything is, and it was just love at first site! (see, it does exist) Akito smashed Yuki round the head with an ice-skate. Things are set to get worse (How? i hear you ask) before they get better, but things'll work out. R&R please!!! I need ta know the verdict on my (exceedingly harsh) treatment of Yuki. It hurts me to write about Yuki's bad life, it really does.