I stood clutching my bag outside the sports centre. the huge glass building looms like some mecha giant above me.
After finding out about Yuri's occupation, As current world champion in figure skating i had watched almost all his youtube videos of Skating and had to admit. It was adictive to watch. And now i was here early. tempted by the chance of seeing him practise but i was now unable to enter the building itself, talk about childish.

I stomped in. looking rather rediculous as I worked my 'I swear I'm not nervous or embarissed (I seriously am) walk'.tripping and shudderingly all the way to the skating desk.
I'm such a dweeb. I got out a set of Skates and went to the practise skating rink. I knocked on the door and a girl with short curly red opened it up. "oh Nina," she said.
"h-hello?"
"hi! I'm Mila Babicheva." she said. "Yuri's Rink mate."
"Oh! um. sorry um.. Hello. My name is Nina!"
She cocked her hip to the side. Crossing her arms. staring me up and down. "ok then." She said eventually. "come in."

I followed her in. I found Yuri sitting on a bench talking to a guy. taller than him and screaming danger vibes. He had a motobike helmet on his lap. I kept my distance. Unsure of my self i stood by the edge of the rink, swaying on my feet from side to side trying to cover up how nervous i was.
I peeked over at Yuri. The older boy next to him seemed emotionless as they talked. On the Ice i noticed Viktor skating with Yuuri. They were holding hands and spinning with goofy smiles on their faces as they laughed, Viktor dipped Yuuri like i had seen done in ballroom dancing. Yuuri returned the favour a moment later and they both broke apart to perform two sepperate jumps before gliding back together and spinning. "cute ain't they?" the girl from earlier, Mila came back. They both watched as the two men skated a duet.
With so many more skaters here i didn't know what to do with my self. Yuri was still talking to that scary man and i couldn't see Yakov. I felt a little better when Viktor saw me and waved before spinning again on one foot. Milk patted me on the shoulder and left. Tired and breathless the two men stopped. Viktor a little more tired than Yuuri. "Hey Nina," Yuuri stopped by me. without his glasses he looked like a very different person.
"h-hello Mr Katsuki," i said as he stepped out of the rink.
"please call me Yuuri," he said smiling. Viktor skated up to the side behind him.
"OH NINA!" he gushed happily. "Hear for a lesson? YUUURRRIIIIOOOOOO!" He yelled before i could stop him, waving his arm and jumping.
"HUH!? QUIT NAGGING ME ALREADY!"He stormed over. He smashed his foot into the rink wall. "WHAT!" he seethed, leaning over at Viktor, "if this is another stupid comment about..." Viktor coughed loudly and pointed over at me where i was hidden behind Yuuri and Yuri trailed off. "oh." he finished. "stupid geiser."

He swung around to face me, Yuuri dodging out of the way. I leaned back. He seemed to be in a foul mood. "Ready!?" He spat. From the sound of it, Viktor had been annoying him all morning.
"y-y-y-y-y-y-yes!?" I squeaked, panicing slightly. He kicked off his sneakers grabbing the pair of skates leaning against the rink walls.
He hopped onto the ice and i walked steadily around Yuuri. He offered me a hand grumpily and i took it. skating with the world champion. i must make sure my friends never find out. ill be dead meat and stalked untill they find this place. And then Yuri would be stalked until the day he dies.

He half pulled, half guided me over the ice. Yuuri had joined us gliding effortlessly on the ice. Viktor sighed heavily, "I feel old." He said as he watched Yuuri.
"are Yuuri and Viktor close?" i asked quietly.
"HUH!?" Yuri spat. "Viktor was Yuuri's coach for a year, after previously promissing to teach me! Hes so forgetful it's disgusting." he growled angrily, "so weird. Viktor being with that piggy".
Flinching at his angry tone I understood why he had been nicknamed the russian tiger and the russian gangsta. The Russian fairy didn't really suit him.
"Together...?" I asked, waiting a moment when he didn't answer. "o...k."
He pulled me a little faster and stopped me in the middle of the ice. He slid away as he had done last week. He turned to face me, his eyes flickered towards the edge. i started to slide one foot forwards but almost tripped as he spun to face two men standing at the edfe of the rink. "PISS OFF!" he Yelled. lukily he had nothing on hand otherwise he wouldv'e hurled it at them. Viktor and Yuuri turned away covered their smiles with hands.

Several other faces turned away, including the scary guy yurio had previously been talking to, his rink mate; Mila and Yokov. so practically everyone in the room other than an angry looking women who was writing something down in a note book.

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable and self conscious i faced Yuri again. He was glaring sideways and took a moment for him to look at me with turqioze eyes and tossed his head slightly in a 'come on then' motion.

I slid forward tentivly, gliding but wobbling I made my way to him, he stepped back.
I hurried after him, concentrating on my feet so I'd go flying. I bit my lip as I almost slipped but kept myself upright.
A teasing smirk falling over his features. Slightly supprised i pushed on to him and he stepped back again.
"y-yuri?"
"catch me brat," he grinned, eyes sparkling. I scowled, I was not taking the brat insult again. I pushed on over the ice, gaining a little speed. He glided backwards. Always keeping a foot or two out of reach. "Yuri!" I hissed angrily. The ice was becoming more slippery as we sped up. I tried to grab his hand, fear that I might face plant again built in my throat where my heart had apparently taken residence.
In a last desperate grab i slipped forward. He dodged around, still smirking, the side grabbing my arm to steady me. I glared but he ignored it and spun me around to face the direction we had come. He was about to say something but laughter erupted behind them, Mila was standing at the edge of the rink with Viktor and Yuuri. She whispered something to them and all three started giggling again.

"TCH!" Yuri spat, his teasingly friendly-ER mood gone. He let go of my hand quickly. We stood for a moment awkwardly in the centre of the rink. the giggling continued and for some unknown reason i started to blush. "wh-wh-why are t-they laugh-ghing?" i stuttered.
"who cares." he grumbled. He turned the troublesome trio and yelled, "Shouldn't you be practising?!"
Viktor winked in responce, "AH YURIO! We Wouldn't Want to Interupt!" He called childishly.
"HUH!?" Yuri seemed to be spitting fire now. Yakov was by the door with the angry looking women. He cast one grumpy fed-up look in the trio's direction and opened the door. Leaving silently. The scary guy who was talking to Yuri earlier was gone too.

After a few loops of the trio leaving them alone Viktor deceived to ruin the peace.
"YURIIOOO!" Viktor called as he skated over to them with yuuri hand in hand. They finished in a twirl, "Dance with you two, Dance!"

They started to do another ballrom skating rutene, Viktor spun away from Yuuri and grabbed both my hands, "W-w-wait!" He pulled me around in a dizzying spin and pushed me into Yuri's chest. "hey!" Yuri hissed, My own yelp was muffled by his red and blue jacket. I almost slipped forward as he moved back wards, he grabed my hands to keep me upright, "Viktor!" He yelled, "What Is Your Problem."
I stared between them confused. Yuri's hands felt warm against my own. He glared at the older Skater. "Prove my earlier Accusations wrong and dance." He grinned.
"Tch," yuri started to move back backwards pulling me with him.
"Yurio! A professional skater should be able to right? I could!" He goaded.
Yuri glared layers at him and then turned to me. His face dark with anger.
"Just follow my lead," He mumbled.

I skated messily after him. relying on him to guide me. He turned in a circle, the air brushed my ears. the ice glowed under the lights above. It was... so... Awkward. Someone was slowly turning up music from the speakers. as if no one would notice.

Out the corner of my eye i saw Yuuri and Viktor skating close together. Viktor, being taller, had his head by yuuris cheek on his shoulder. Their hands joined, stretched either side like a graceful bird soaring over the ice. I barely noticed when we changed direction and i was going back ward. I stood still on the ice as yuri effortlessly guided me. The piano music grew faster and Viktor called, "now everybody spin," Yuuri pulled away from Viktor and stared spinning on one leg, the other held perfectly straight.
"wow," i breathed, Yuri looked up as well, I peeked out of the corner of my eye. We were close. And it was more than a little uncomfortable and pretty embarissing.
"You left leg is Sloppy," He spat. I jumped, he breathed brushed my forehead. I peeked up to find him unbeleavably close. I looked down before he could see. Could i use that to get some space?
"Can you do that?" I asked him without thinking, not watching as Viktor broke into different spin and definately not looking up at looked down abruptly, His pale blond hair covering one bright blue-green eye. I didnt really need to ask. I knew he could, I had seen his videos after all. However, I wanted to know if they were really the same person, and to see it in real life. He gave me a curt nod, bringing me to a stop before twisting away, Yuuri skating up behind me,

"spins are his specialty because of his flexibility." he said. I nodded as Yuri performed. He changed from a crouching spinny thing to a standy twirly thing and then the same leg sticky outy thingy as Yuri had performed raising one arm above his head. i had no idea what there technical terms would be but what ever it was; it was stunning to watch, he slowed to a stop and finished. Yuuri dashed off to Jump. landing by Viktor who captured him in his arms and they spun toether in a goofy fashion. yet still elegance lingered.

I faced Yuri. "That was really good." I said quietly. He shrugged as he took both my hands again. I blushed, looking down. I didn't realise we would continue after. My plan was flawed!
He started to guide me around again. Had he figgured out my plan? Did he know how uncomfortable I felt? Was he teasing me!?

He had a calm, tranquil expression. Eyes gentle and focussed. He wasn't smirking. He eyes were staring down giving me the chance to take in his features. pale skin, kind of pocelin when he relaxed. I could see my oil pallette now. and my oils all piled in a basket under my bed at home.
I could see what colours i would use to paint his portrait. For his eyes colbat blue, with specks of viridan green. Maybe a darker green-blue around the iris. For his skin Titanium buff, Yellow Orched, alot of white mixed with a tiny tiny dash of crimson to make the perfect pale pink. His hair would have a lot of cold grey tinted by a brighter yellow like... Cadium Yellow! that would give it it's ash blonde colour. His lips would have to have more pink than the rest of his face. His eye lashes were quite dark for such a pale hair colour. I looked back at his eyes, maybe not colbat blue after all... oh gosh... he's staring back.

Oh dear, oh gosh. i was st-staring at his face for... how much time had passed... I get lost while planning a painting... I was staring at his lips last. pleassseee think of was looking at my feet... somehow.

I realised then I was still staring into sea blue-green eyes. and he was still staring back. I wanted to stagger back, to fly away, to... self destruct. Almost nose to nose... We were awfully close. The wind brushing through my hair had almost stopped. I couldn't hear any skates on the ice either. Something shifted in the air and Yuri suddenly flinched backwards as someone whistled, rising and falling in pitch. Did Viktor just wolf whistle? Why did Yuri care? Was it at him?

I snapped my gaze to the ice below us, while Yuri mumbled something under his breath. He let go of one hand and guided me to the effe. As we stepped off Viktor tackled Yuri babbling about something or other i didn't under stand. Something 'it' not proving anything. I did realise however, I might need some more crimson in that portrait than previously planned. Especially around the ears.

I stumbled to a bench after a quick and quiet thank you and good bye, pulled off the skates and face burning gave them back at the desk before heading towards the entrance.
"NINA!" i kept walking not really taking in the voice. "NINAAA!" Alisa jumped up behind me, I turned to face her, slightly dazed. "Woah. Why is your face so red?"

A/N

Im so happy i finally got this chapter done. i was looking forward to it! hope you guys liked reading as much as i liked writing it.

Bye! Please read my next chapter too!

Next time: Nina wanders about her relationships and avoids going to her lessons with Yuri.