Hey guys! Sorry for not updating for a while but¯\_(ツ)_/¯.I don't have an excuse other than I found a REALLY addictive anime. If you understand the ways of the otaku, you know how I feel. As per requested by someone, I'm doing a Michemil ship this chapter (Sorry if it seems a bit rushed). Thank you for being so kind about my story ( And for not virtually throwing tomatoes at me). Your comments are all really positive, and made me want to write this chapter. Feel free to make requests for any other ships you might want! Yet again, thanks for your support!
-Purecinnamonbun

Emil slowly skated around the rink, using the comforting swooshing sounds of his blades touching the ice, and the cooling air to clear his thoughts. This was bad. Both of the Crispino's happened to have been in Czech, and being good friends with Sara, he decided to go and see them. Oh, how naïve he was. He deemed it safe enough, since Mickey seemed to have been slightly less aggressive to him recently. Well, he wouldn't immediately grab Sara's arm and race her away from him like he did before. Everything else was pretty much the same though. Emil wouldn't consider Mickey a friend, but only because he was sure the former would immediately rebuke any attempt at friendship, and accuse him of using him to get closer to Sara. The thing was, Mickey had loosened his grasp on Sara a bit recently, and basically acted like a normal brother, even letting her see and date guys. But when it came to Emil? Well.

Whenever he tried to have an ordinary conversation with Sara, Mickey was a few meters away. Waiting .watching. Analysing every move Emil made. Once, when he patted Sara on the shoulder in A COMPLETELY PLATONIC WAY, Emil swore he actually heard the other man hiss. Hiss. Sara seemed to find the entire situation funny, which Emil couldn't quite understand since she hated his overprotectiveness before. Well, there was a lot of things Emil didn't understand.

Well, he went to meet them at his favourite coffee shop. It started simple to start with.
"Mickey, Sara!" Emil had cried, then stopped and noted that he'd said Mickey's name first. He mentally shook his head. He was sure it didn't mean anything.
"Emil!" Sara called out, delighted, and enveloped Emil in a huge hug, which he responded to, hugging back. Then he saw Sara look over and shoot a sly smile at Mickey, whose glare was deepening every second. He looked back at his sister with an intense hatred which was kind of….. Hot. Wait what? Noope. Nope. Nopety nopety noooooooo. Bad Emil. Emil shrugged off all the weird feelings he was having, and grabbed Mickey into a hug, attempting to hide the deepening blush on his face. He stayed there for about a minute, but it felt like he had his arms wrapped around Mickey for hours. When he was confident that his face no longer resembled a tomato, Emil pulled back and grinned at Mickey. Whose face was a steaming red. Uh oh, he was mad. Abort,abort.
"SO, uh, Sara." Emil whipped around to face her. "What do you want to order?"

Mickey was silent almost the entire meal, and despite Emil's constant effort to start up a conversation, Mickey would just respond with one word answers. He also seems to be holding an intense staring match with Sara. He looked angry and capable of murder, while Sara just looked smug and teasing.
"So Mickey, you heard Otabek and Yuri got together right?"
Mickey let out a grunt which Emil assumed to mean yes.
"About time!" Sara laughed, stirring her drink with a straw. "You know, they only got together because they got lost at Victor and Yuuri's wedding. Mila was ecstatic about it- she's been shipping them for years."
"I suppose you WOULD know all about who Mila shipped wouldn't you?" Emil teased. He was one of the many that knew of Sara's gigantic crush on Mila. He also knew it was requited, though Sara refused to believe him, insisting Mila was out of her league. Emil looked over to Mickey, expecting his ears to be slightly pricking up, but instead he was staring at Emil, his eyes unfocused. Emil tried not to blush, and waved his hand around in front of him. Mickey blinked, and focused.
"You in there Mickey?"
"Erm, yeah. What were we talking about again?"
"My love life" Sara sang, slinging her arm around Emil. Mickey's face immediately turned stormy. Oh no. Did it count if Sara was the one to initiate contact? By the way Mickey looked, it obviously did. Emil abruptly stood up. He did not want to be yelled at by Mickey.
"Sorry, my coach said I should be back by now. Bye." And with that he turned and raced out of the café, without hearing the next words that were spoken.

Mickey glared at his idiotic, smug, evil sister, and simply said:
"Don't steal my man."

Emil skated slow laps around the rink, the pieces finally coming together. Halting, he groaned and buries his head in his hands. Oh no. He was in love with Mickey. Mickey who thought he loved Sara. Mickey who would never like him back. Mickey who was way out of his league. Emil left the rink. He didn't care if his coach told him off for neglecting his practice. He needed to thik, and the pressuring atmosphere and icy chill of the ink wasn't helping.

Well, this certainly wasn't how Emil had imagined his afternoon to go. He was sat slumped on a bench in who knows where (His only thought had been 'MICKEY' and he'd got distracted), he was coming to terms with his realisation, and slowly getting more gloomy and depressed because of his forever unrequited love. Fan- &*$£"£$- tastic. Emil wrapped his thin jacket tighter around him. He was cold. He had forgotten his phone. He was a world-class idiot.
Then a sudden heavy warmth dropped on top of him, and Emil found himself peering out from underneath a big warm coat.
"You looked like you were cold."
Of course it was. Life just hated him didn't it. THAT WAS A FACT NOT A QUESTION. He was so done.
There, next to him on the bench, sat Mickey.
"Hi" Emil mumbled, struggling under the weight of the coat.
"Let me guess." Mickey laughed, a huge deep CUTE laugh, which made Emil hide under the coat because he was blushing. "You got lost, right?"
"How did you know?" Came Emil's muffled voice from under the coat.

"You're outside a Healthy Choice restaurant Emil. We both know you never go for the healthy choice. You proved that by having a triple deluxe hot chocolate earlier."
Emil cringed. He tried with his diet, he really did.
"Look Emil, I'm going to call a cab. You are aporoximately fifty three miles away from the rink, and I'm not convinced you didn't Apparate here."
Wait….. FIFTY THREE! Oh no, Mickey must think he's an idiot. Emil's face warmed. He poked his head slightly out from the coat to cool it down with the air, and found Mickey phoning a cab….. While staring directly at him. Emil ducked his head. This was gonna be a long thirty minutes.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, neither of them making a single sound. Then Mickey haltingly turned and asked Emil
"What am I to you?"
Emil didn't think. Of course he didn't.
"Love." Emil blurted, and smashed his and Mickey's lips together. Wait. WHAT HAD HE JUST DONE?! He'd Emiled things up big time. Why was he so affectionate? Why didn't he have any brain to mouth filter? How had he lasted this long?
Wait. Why wasn't he being shouted at? The realisation hit him. Mickey was kissing back. Well this was… new.

They finally pulled back, and stared at each other. Then Mickey pulled Emil into him.
"You know at the café? I wasn't being jealous of you. I was jealous of Sara. She got so close to you made it look so easy…. Sorry if I confused you in any way. Sara has been trying to get you and me together for ages." Mickey whispered softly into Emil's hair, hugging him. They kissed once more as the cab pulled up, and Emil couldn't believe it.