Yuurella Chapter 7, a yuri!!! on ice fanfic

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Chapter 6

When the Clock Struck Twelve

"...Vicchan?"

Huge brown orbs widened as they took the appearance of the person - or was it a fairy? - in front of him. Staring into those familiar icy blue eyes, warm chocolate eyes traced the man familiar face, nose and lips before his eyes trailed onto those silver strands that hung in front of one of those icy blue eyes. Vicchan had aged buy he was as beautiful as ever. He saw those lips opened, before a low timbre of voice could be heard.

"Yuuri..." a pause and did he imagine the hope in that voice. "Is that you?"

Slowly, he nodded his head. Vicchan... but why was him the Prince? Vicchan was supposed to be a forest fairy not a Prince. But somehow, Vicchan was still Vicchan, right? "This is Vicchan, right?"

Again, the taller male just nodded his head. His now short platinum hair swished with the movement. Yuuri unconsciously reached out his hand to touch those silvery tresses. "Pretty..." he said in awe and looked up, sweet and warm smile made its way onto his lips, eyes shining with happiness. "It is short but your hair is still pretty, Vicchan."

The taller man was silent as he regarded the shorter male before him. His hand reached out to the dark haired skater's eyes. "Your eyes are red..." he said softly as he caressed the skin below the eyes. "Why is that?"

Shaking his head, Yuuri just smiled.

Victor understood that the boy would not want to say about it now, but he promised to himself that he would find out later who was the person that made his little angel cry. When he found out, the person would vow forever not to mess with his little angel anymore. They would know the wrath of Prince Victor Nikiforov.

Extending his hand, he bowed down and said, "Would you grant this gentleman a dance, my angel?"

Yuuri blushed before he shyly put his right hand on top of the Prince's. He felt as Vicchan's much bigger hand clasping around his own before he was pulled to the hard chest. He looked up, surprised and blushing hard, meeting with those encanted icy blue eyes. This was his Vicchan and his Vicchan the forest fairy was actually a Prince. It confused the younger male but for now, he would focus on the present rather than the past. Besides, he would have time later to question the platinum haired man.

Or maybe not...

He did not realize that the clock's long hand almost reached the twelve.

The pair was beautiful.

It was so beautiful that it also felt so disgusting.

It was supposed to be either her son or daughter there inside the Prince's arms but no. It was nobody who had just came late and attracted the Prince's attention. Lilia clicked her tongue as she folded her arms below her bosom. Eyes narrowed at the disgustingly sweet pair.

"Mom, let's just go back. It looks like Prince Victor already meets with his future Prince Consort." Mila sighed and looked at her mother pleadingly. She never really wanted to go to this banquet after all. She was not interested in the Prince. Sure, Prince Victor was handsome, intelligent and his skills in ice skating, swordsmanship and horse riding were well known but she was not looking for a royal husband.

"Tch! What is with the Prince?! Can he realize that person is ugly?!" Yurio added as he glared at the pair. He wanted the Prince to himself and he would be damned before he admitted that he was jealous of the nobody. Who just came from nowhere and stole the Prince's attention with his ugly mug.

"Silent!" Lilia whispered harshly to both her children. "The Prince has yet to make an official announcement of who he will choose as his future Queen or Prince Consort. Both of you still have a chance."

Victor was a very happy man.

Very happy indeed.

The reason why?

He had the very person that made his life brighter and meaningful. That person was inside of his arms, sliding, gliding and dancing together on the ice. He had Yuuri's head rested on his chest as he wrapped his arms around the slim and lithe body. Praise to the god for giving Yuuri to him. He was so beautiful and he was all Victor's - well, not right now but after this he would propose to the shorter man. He felt the younger male lifted his head and he looked down to meet with shining warm brown eyes.

"Yuuri?"

The younger male shook his head and smiled warmly. "I am so happy," he giggled and rested his head back on the broad, firm chest. "That I meet with Vicchan again."

"Me too."

"Vicchan, I am so confused right now..." Yuuri paused and continued. "Why are you the Prince? Um... are you really the Prince?"

Victor chuckled good naturedly. "I am the Prince, Yuuri."

"But, you never said that and you did not say anything when I called you a fairy." Yuuri unconsciously pouted.

Ah... the dark haired male was so adorable. Victor could not help but falling more and more in love. "You never trusted me when I said I was a human too." He chuckled again. "Yuuri kept saying that I was a fairy."

He looked dowm to see red on the boy's ears and neck.

Yuuri was ashamed and it was adorable. He resisted the urge to hug the boy tightly, suffocating him in his embrace. Hm... he rested his head on the shorter male's fluffy dark head. Yuuri smelt so good like vanilla and cinnamon. He could never tired of smelling this scent in his life. He dared to say, he was already addicted to it. It would be his favourite scent. Closing his eyes, he brought the warm, perfect body closer to his own. It fitted perfectly into his body as if the god created the boy just for him.

Perfect.

Adorable.

Sweet.

His Yuuri.

Dong! Dong!

Oh... it was already twelve midnight.

Suddenly, he felt a push on his chest and in shocked, he saw as Yuuri panicked and skated away from him, shouted to his friend Phichit before they both ran to where the double doors - exit - were. Just minutes ago the dark haired male was in his embrace and in just a second he was already gone. Shaking his head from the shock, he ran towards the running men, trying to catch up to dark haired beauty. "Let me pass!" He said in desperation. But the guests were not going to let him go. They were crowded on him. Icy blue eyes widened in desperation.

"Your Majesty! May I request a dance?"

"Your Majesty! You look fabulous!"

"Your Majesty!"

He shook his head. "I do apologize but I am in a hurry."

Damn it! Just let him pass through!

Unfortunately, when he reached outside the doors, Yuuri and his companion were already gone. He could feel his heart clenching in pain. Just when he thought happiness was in front of him... it was gone. Looking at the surrounding with dejected feelings, he saw something glinting from the stairs of the castle grand entrance. Slowly, he approached the thing. His heart almost burst from happiness when he saw the other pair of skates. It was Yuuri's. He was sure of that. Hugging the skate to his chest, he walked back into where the ice rink was.

He had an announcement to make.

"Wait, Yuuri!"

"No! I should get back before stepmother comes home!"

Yuuri felt a hand grabbed on his arm before he was pulled into an embrace. Eyes widened, he looked into those dark eyes. "P-Phichit?" He asked in confusion.

The dark skinned male just let out a sigh. He pointed at the tree just outside of the castle huge and tall fortress. Luckily, he thought, the Prince was not after them. With the way Prince Victor clung to his friend on the ice rink... he was sure, the Prince intended to keep Yuuri to himself. He was sure the Prince was ready to announce to the whole kingdom of his choosen consort. And why not just let him? Yuuri would be free from his cruel stepmother and stepbrother. He wondered what his friend was thinking?

Oh, well... he could ask him later. And teased him about the Prince.

"My stallion is tied there," he still pointed at the dark brown mammal. "We need it to go back." He grinned knowingly. "Or do you want to spend the night with the Prince?"

"What?! No! Ah... uh, you are right, Phichit. A horse...right, horse," Yuuri looked embarrass and scratched his cheek. "W-Well, let's go then. I should be home before mother, Mila and Yurio return."

Nodding his head, Phichit smiled as he pulled his friend's hand towards the brown stallion. He helped the older male on the horse before he pulled himself up and behind Yuuri. He grabbed the reign before he urged the beast to the way of their village. There were still time before the banquet ended and he was sure they would arrive in time for Yuuri to change and pretend that he was asleep the whole night after tiredly cleaning the whole house, inn and onsen.

It was already two in the morning and the platinum haired Prince could be seen lounging on the window sill holding a skate. The handsome visage of the male was intensified by a soft and serene smile that outlining his thin pale lips. Raising the skate to his mouth, he placed a soft kiss upon it and caressing it like a lover would. He let out a sigh and placed the skate on his laps as he looked up at the moon with longing in his icy blue orbs.

"Yuuri..."

The name was breathed out of his mouth with so much need and longing.

He wanted to find the boy but he did not know where - even his family name was a blank - and the only thing he got as a clue was his other pair of skates. Tomorrow, he would have the citizens to try out the skate to find the boy his heart desired.

Prince Victor hugged the skate close to his heart as he imagined hugging a lithe, slender warm body belonged to his future Prince Consort. He still remembered the feeling of that soft skin and warm body. It felt so amazing and just right. He shook his head as he looked at the clock on the wall. It was already this late and he needed to wake up early tomorrow to find his little angel. Standing up, he walked back to his huge bed complete with the canopy. Putting the skate on the bedside table, he settled down on the bed. Closing his eyes, he prayed that he would dream of a person with warm brown eyes and an adorable smile.

A/N: I want Phichit to tease Yuuri more but oh well, what is done is done. One more chapter! Do you like it? Or hate it? Please comment.