Ahhhhhhh, I feel like I'm apologising before every single chapter... ughh...

Due to competitions and training and other shiiiiit that has to do with my hobby I wasn't able to write, then I had no energy to write, and then I had no inspiration. This is again one of those chapters I wrote like 5 times before I was satisfied with it. I'm sorry it is quite short.

ALSO! this is the last chapter of the fic. I didn't want this to feel like I was writing a whole new season for Yuri on Ice, so I thought I'd just leave the ending kinda open.

I hope you enjoy! I love each one of you who has read this fanfic, and those who are still here although I have not been updating this fic in what seems like literally FOREVER.

The airplane started heading back down, and soon enough Yuri was able to see the same old airport he had always been coming back to after competitions. The familiar athmosphere of Japan was welcoming him and Viktor back home. They looked out of the window. Viktor's hands wrapped around Yuri, and he layed his chin on Yuri's shoulder.

"We're home." He said quietly and softly kissed Yuri's cheek, then letting go and straightening his back.

Yuri turned to look at him. He seemed so much more relaxed now, his blue eyes had a calm look in them.

"Thank you for the trip." Yuri said. He turned a tiny doll around in his hand and then pushed it in his pocket. Viktor looked at him and smiled. As a person who rarely went on any vacations he was very happy they had been able to go now. Especially going to skate to his very first rink that was still keeping up business had been amazing. Going there with Yuri had felt special for Viktor since he was almost always alone at there when he was small.

It was as if the bubble around them broke. Yuri heard children shouting and asking questions from their parents. There was one a little older woman complaining something about her seat, and one man was still sleeping and snoring loudly.

Yuri sighed and quickly looked out of the window again. He could see the town clearly. The plain sakura trees were sticking up everywhere, for a while they would be boring and brown before they flowers would start blooming.

The plane landed, and Yuri and Viktor waited quietly until all the shouting children were gone. Someone had been nice enough to inform the sleeping man that they were landing, and now only the two of them was still on the plane.

"Let's go home, shall we? I want to go to the hot springs and tomorrow we will start training again." Viktor said and gave Yuri his hand.

"I'm home!" Yuri said when they stepped inside and left their shoes at the front door. Viktor was carrying his own suitcase in his right hand, and tightly holding Yuri's hand with his left.

"Welcome home!" Yuri's parents said when they walked into the livingroom.

"Oh no..." Viktor said quietly and then grinned quickly. Yuri could hear thumping, and soon he saw a brown thing coming around the corner.

Viktor was now laying on the floor, his dog licking his face after a long time away from each other.

Viktor laughed and tried to push the dog off him so he could sit up. "Mac- Maccachin! S- st- stop it! Let me sit so I can scratch you!"

"Who's been a good boy?" Viktor asked when the dog had calmed down. Maccachin barked and made both Yuri and Viktor laugh. The dog seemed to understand what Viktor said to him.

~ The sound of Viktor's skates came behind Yuri, and his hands were gently placed on his hips.

"Do you feel stressed?" Viktor asked and skated in front.

"Not really..." Yuri mumbled and stopped to get some water.

"It will go well, don't worry. Just do your best tomorrow. Now I just want you to go through the program once and not care about any small mistakes."

Yuri nodded and placed the bottle back down.

"We will discuss about the things you notice while you go through the program, and you will have to make sure you pay attention to those tomorrow."

Yuri nodded and got ready to start.

Viktor skated further away and watched Yuri skate. So elegant. So... beautiful. He could see the nervousness Yuri had for some reason, but it didn't affect the performance too badly. Yuri didn't hesitate to jump, he wasn't afraid of doing things. He just claimed he was nervous.

When he stopped and skated back to Viktor who was holding his water bottle, Viktor could see that he had relaxed a little.

"It was good." He said and gave him the bottle.

"I was too stressed out in the beginning..." Yuri whispered.

"It didn't show too much. Your performance was good. I saw you were a little afraid of the beginning, but it also helped you to performe the story better." Viktor told him, trying to make him feel better. "Anyways.. these are the first competitions. Of course your performance will not be as good as later in the year."

Yuri tasted blood as he bit his lip. He knew Viktor was right but... he wanted to be able to do better.

"One step at a time, Yuri." Viktor said and softly kissed him. "There is no need to rush anything." ~

It was as if they had had this conversation yesterday. Yuri breathed in and out a few times and raised his head up, looking straight ahead. The white ice sparkled in front of him, and from somewhere he could hear some people cheering.

Viktor's soft whisper forced it's way through Yuri's bubble. "Just skate as if you haven't had no short program yet and this was your first time compiting on this ice now."

Yuri felt stressed, he didn't know should he retire or continue. The same question circled around his head as the previous year: 'what should I do'. It made him feel stressed.

They were called on the ice for the warm up, and Yuri shook his head to get all his stressed out thoughts out of it. While warming up he looked towards the side of the rink, his eyes meeting with Viktor's.

"I can do this. Why am I so stressed out? I know I can do this, Viktor knows I can do this!" Yuri whispered to himself, building up some speed and trying a jump.

After his short program he was on second place, and if he nailed the program he would easily get to the gold medal.

Viktor went away for a while, he went to watch the other competitiors while Yuri walked around nervously nibbling his lower lip getting angry at himself for getting stressed. The sounds got more quiet when the people left, and soon the only sound was the TV that was proadcasting the competitions, and some talking going on between Yurio and Yakov.

"Yuri! Let's get ready." Viktor said and hugged him from behind.

They walked together to the rink. Yuri got on the ice and turned around to talk to Viktor.

"I know I have not worked with you for two years for nothing, Yuri. Please do the best you can." Viktor said and smiled, sending Yuri off to the ice of the Grand Prix final for the second time now.

Confidence build up in Yuri as he skated around a few times before getting into his starting position waiting for the music to start.

Viktor didn't know if Yuri had made up his mind about retiring, but if he didn't win Viktor would force him to continue until that will happen.

He had his own reasons to want Yuri to win, or compete for as long as he won. It would be his priority to make the gold come to the younger man some day if this wasn't the day it was going to happen.

Viktor's strickt blue eyes watched Yuri's every move on the ice. His fingers wrapped around a tiny box in his pocket as he wished Yuri would succeed. He smiled. He knew exactly what he was going to do if Yuri won. He held the box tighter in his fist, holding his breath every time Yuri jumped. 'As I promised, Yuri... If you win...' he thought turning the box around in his pocket. 'Please do!'

THANK YOU FOR READING!

(As a sidenote here: yes, the box Viktor has DOES have a ring inside it)

And I am sorry if you hoped this fanfic would continue for longer... due to my lack of things to write I though that I'd just get straight to the ending I had in mind. And since YoI has 12 episodes anyway... I thought 12 chapters would be okay.

Thank you again for reading my first ever fanfiction!